Hello! I’m Croissant, (he/they), and I’m an illustrator! I primarily do digital stuff, and this blog is a bit of a landing zone for some of my NSFW works.
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All that said and done, more about the fun n freaky stuff in my drawings:
Omo
Softcore sc//at + messing
Di//aper play
A whole lotta desperation
(god help me I think tiktok has ruined all sense of normal typing for anything remotely fetish-related)
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The best kinds of the dumps are the kinds you can't finish in one sitting. The kind that leave your stomach gurgling and your anus puckered as your body begs to be fully emptied. They leave you rocking back and forth on the toilet, straining until you're red in the face. Painful nuggets plop in the bowl, leaving you unsatisfied. You leave the restroom, rubbing your stomach to soothe your restless gut.
Then it hits. You dash to the toilet, pulling your pants down as you move. This mess is coming and it's coming now. Sitting down, you grab whatever's closest to you and prepare yourself. You feel your tender hole widen as you begin to push, grunting loudly. Pieces break off in spikey chunks. They splash noisily in the water below. Finally, you're empty. You release a flurry of pent up gas as your clean yourself up.
I’ve been excited to open commissions for quite a while now, because I’ve had a bit of art block as far as fun little situations to draw, and am happy to announce I’m open to take commissions!
I’m primarily focusing in NSFW-ish illustrations focusing on piss, poop, diapers, the like. However, if you would like a different theme, I’m happy to oblige!
I posted this on my old account (@ewhot) before I deleted it so I’m reposting it here :) enjoy pervert freaks
warnings: shit+piss+diapers
pairing: gender neutral A & female partner B
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A always struggled with incontinence — they found it difficult to listen to their body. They never quite knew when to stop eating, or when to go to the bathroom. Their partner B often had to remind them to eat, and sometimes A wouldn’t realize they needed to go to the toilet until they were practically messing themself.
B wanted to put an end to it. She loved A dearly and hated to see them struggle. She didn’t mind reminding them to eat, but it was harder to remind them to consistently go to the bathroom. She came up with a plan, picking up a package of adult diapers from the store one day.
“So I have an idea,” she told A, sitting them down on the couch. “You know how you have trouble going potty without being reminded?”
A nodded and blushed.
B pulled out the diapers. “I was thinking you could wear these. Then, whenever you are, when you need to go, you can just go! What do you think?”
A squirmed where they say. “I mean...it sounds a little...embarrassing,” they admitted.
“But it’s less embarrassing than pooping or peeing your pants, right?” B said.
A thought for a minute. “I...I guess you’re right. This is...a good idea.” They sounded unsure, but willing to give it a try. Then they asked, “who would change me? Change my diapers, I mean?”
“I would, silly,” B said. “You’ll wear one all day and night and you can tell me when you’ve used the diaper, and then I’ll get you a fresh one.”
A was warming up to the idea. They let B help them into the diaper, and then the two were off to bed.
A always fell asleep before B. They liked to be the little spoon, curled up against B. It wasn’t long before A was snoring softly. B closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her sweet partner.
After an hour or so of drifting in and out of sleep, B felt A’s tummy tighten. She opened her eyes and looked at the back of A’s head.
“A?” She said softly. No reply. They were still sound asleep.
A thrusted their bottom back against B and whined quietly. B quickly realized what was going on. A was about to have their first poop in the diaper. B put her arms around A’s torso and began softly rubbing their tummy, feeling it tense once more.
“Let it come out,” she whispered to A, holding them close to her. “Push it out whenever you’re ready.”
B heard the gentle noise of liquid trickling into the diaper as A released their bladder. Then A quivered, and a short throaty grunt left their lips. B heard the diaper crinkling and she smiled. “Good job, sweetie,” she whispered as the sound of urine dissipated, and something solid forced its way out.
A wasn’t done. They launched into another unconscious push, pulling their legs up to their chest, their stomach flexing against B’s arms. The diaper crinkled and popped as it flexed outward against B’s thighs. A let out another shaky grunt and breathed heavily.
B pressed her fingers to A’s tummy and could still feel more poop waiting to be pushed out. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered. Suddenly A jerked awake.
“Wha- what?” They sat up, looking around sleepily. Then B saw their expression change. Their face contorted involuntarily, and their eyes glazed over. A noise of confusion and urgency came from their lips as another log crowed from their bum. “Oh my god, I-“ they tried to speak, spreading their legs instinctively and leaning back on the pillows. “I’m pooping, hhhnnnnnnnnmmngg, I’m pooping,” they grunted, then released their push, panting hard. “Why didn’t you wake me up??”
B brushed some hair from A’s sleepy face. “Honey, this is what the diapers are for. So you can poop whenever you need to without having to worry about messing the bed.”
A’s face twisted again as they stared at B, unable to speak through another massive effort of their bowels trying to empty themselves. “I don’t - Hnnnnnnnnnmng,” they groaned so gutturally it was almost a growl. Then they panted. “I...This is so...babyish,”
They blushed, closing their legs back up and looking away from B. “I feel icky.”
“Aw, baby,” B said. “Don’t. I think this will be really good for you. Aren’t you glad you didn’t have an accident in the hallway like last time? Wasn’t this much more relaxing?”
A looked at her. “Yeah, I guess.” They smiled.
“Good,” B leaned over to kiss their cheek. “Now, are you all finished?”
“I think so,” they said.
“Do you want me to change you before we go back to sleep?”
“Yes please.”
They both got up to head to the bathroom. Just before they got there, A trailing behind B holding her hand, A urgently dropped into a squat and grunted again.
“Oh no! I guess you weren’t done,” B turned around and sat down next to A, who’s face was grimacing and red. The diaper was taut and bulging now. “Hmm. I don’t know if you have much more room,” B said, patting the back of the warm diaper.
A finally stopped pushing and breathed heavily. “I...have...more,” they said.
B had another idea. “Let’s just lay you down, open up the diaper, and have you finish pooping like that, okay?”
A let B take them into the bathroom, lay them down, and begin unfastening the diaper. “Please hurry,” A said. “My tummy is trying to push and I - nnnng - I wanna get the rest out.”
B pulled the diaper open. It was filled with dozens of dark hard pebbles and four log segments thicker than A’s wrist. It was also heavy and hot with piss. “Oh goodness, you had a lot in there, huh?” B said. Then she looked at A’s anus, which was poking out and puckering in wildly with A’s effort not to bear down quite yet. “Okay,” she said, scooting the diaper down so A had room to unload the rest of their dump. “Go for it.”
A nodded, spreading their legs and looking into B’s eyes as they pushed. A fart came first, followed by a smooth, wide, softer movement that coiled up under their bottom. “I’m almost done,” they grunted, giving another small push. A couple more pieces fell from their thoroughly stretched anus. Then they were finished.
“Wow,” A panted. “That was...a lot.”
“Bet it felt good to get it out, though,” B said.
A nodded. “You’re right. I could get used to this diaper thing.”
*days later*
After A and B agreed that A would wear diapers full-time, they laid down some ground rules.
“I think it’s really important that you don’t take the diapers off without my permission. You should always use the diapers to go,” B said, sitting across from A at the dining table.
A didn’t disagree, but made an unsatisfied face. “I mean...what if I can make it to the toilet, though?”
“Baby, the whole reason we put you in diapers in the first place is because you can’t make it to the toilet on time! It will save you and me some grief if you just get used to the diaper. I do not want you taking it off without permission. Understood?” B said sternly.
A nodded, arms crossed. “I can only take it off to change myself when you’re not here.” They repeated the rules to themself. B nodded.
“That’s right,” she said. “And you’ll put a new one back on right afterwards. Trust me, sweetie. This is going to be good for you.” Then she stood up. “Okay, I have my appointment in a few minutes. I’m gonna go. But I won’t be too long. Be good!” She kissed A’s forehead on her way out the front door.
A huffed and sat on the couch. Their tummy had been gurgling for an hour or so. They surely would be able to poop soon...maybe even in the toilet, since B was gone. A took a deep breath and did push into the seat of their diaper. Nothing. No movement.
They sighed and turned on the Xbox to play till something happened.
A half-hour later, a fart was pressing hard against their anus. They bore down slightly and blasted a dry fart into the diaper. Then something began to descend. They could feel something wide and firm forcing its way towards the exit. It wasn’t there yet, but it was urgent enough for A to pause their game, and make their way to the toilet, despite B’s explicit instruction.
They didn’t bother closing the bathroom door since B was not home. They pulled the diaper off. The cool air send chills over their private parts and their exposed bottom. Their anus flexed instinctively at being near the toilet. It was ready to come out now.
A lowered their bum onto the cold toilet seat, feeling like an adult finally for the first time in weeks. A stream of piss began trickling from them as the pressure on their bottom grew stronger and stronger. As the last of the piss dribbled out, A heard their anus crackling wide open, and the head of a firm sausage emerged before A even had to push. They let it hang for a moment, and it felt so good to be stretched so wide around the turd.
As they were reveling in the feeling, they heard the front doorknob turn. The poop sucked back up into A’s bottom and they felt themself flood with fear.
“A? Baby?” B called.
“Just a s-second!” A yelled, hoping B didn’t come looking for them. Oh, how they wished they’d closed the bathroom door.
Just as A was about to get off the toilet and put their diaper back on, the poop wanted out, as if it was angry at A for forcing it back inside. Their gut contracted hard and they grunted, pushing the tough head of the poop back out.
“A?” B said again, her voice getting closer. “Did you say something?”
“N-“ A tried to call out, but their tummy threatened to force a grunt out of them once more. Finally they couldn’t hold it back. A forceful, drawn-out throaty sound came from their mouth as they strained the poop through their anus. Then B appeared in the bathroom doorway.
She raised her eyebrows at the sight of A, legs spread on the toilet, red-faced and grimacing up at them guiltily. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly.
“Pooping,” A said shamefully, panting from the exertion. “I just wanted to try going on the toilet again! Please don’t be mad at me!”
B sat on the bathtub edge across from the toilet and spread A’s knees, seeing a smooth, firm log crackling from A’s bum. As she watched, A gave a forceful push, and B saw the poop pick up speed, then it plopped down into the toilet. A’s anus closed back up.
“Please, I’m so sorry, I just really didn’t want to go in the diaper today!” A pleaded, reaching for the toilet paper. B grabbed their wrist.
“No, no wiping. Lay down and I’ll get the wipes. Let’s get that diaper back on you.” She helped A into their back. “And let’s flush this away,” she said, looking at the solid log in the toilet. She pulled the lever.
“Are you going to punish me?” A asked as B began to wipe their hole with a wet wipe. B sighed.
“It’s not going to be a punishment so much as a reminder,” B said. “But we’ll deal with that later. Let’s go to bed.”
Too afraid to ask more, A let B do up their diaper and take them to the bedroom.
The next few days were uneventful, but A remained suspicious. What would this punishment entail?
B spent the days practically spoon-feeding A all their favorite foods: pizza, pasta, fries, the works. A was wary of what these delicious foods meant for their punishment, for they were sure it meant something — but they were a sucker for all the yummy greasy treats and tried to push suspicion from their mind as they dived in. It wasn’t till the third night that they felt something was very wrong.
I haven’t pooped, they thought, feeling their stomach. That was when they filled with dread suspecting what B was going to do to them.
B slipped something into A’s drink the next morning.
“What is that?” A said, eyeing their glass of water.
“It’s your punishment. Or, your reminder,” she said. “It’s a little tablet that will get your tummy ready for what I have planned today.”
“Which is?” A asked nervously.
“I have lots of errands to do and I thought you could come with me,” B said casually. “Grocery store, pharmacy, starbucks...”
“Is this going to make me poop?” A asked, staring at the plate of breakfast food they’d just emptied.
“Just drink it, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time.” B soothed.
As she stared at A, they raised their water glass to their lips and downed it, punishment pill and all.
A tried to forget about the mysterious pill as they accompanied B on her day’s errands. They got coffee first. A didn’t want any, fearing the coffee would speed up their bowels, but B just smiled, kissed their cheek, and order them a big iced latte.
“Not even with almond milk?” A said as they waited for their order. “You know what dairy does to my tummy.”
B hummed. “I do. That’s why I ordered it for you. We’re going to see just exactly why it’s important for you to wear the diaper.” She patted A’s bottom loud enough for the crinkling diaper to sound.
A sipped their latte nervously in the car. Their tummy felt so full from breakfast, and from the past 3 days of food. So far it was just a deep twinging ache; not urgent yet, but A could tell their guts were getting ready to force out a barrage of pent-up turds.
“What was that pill?” A asked again, squeezing their legs together.
B chuckled. “Are you feeling icky?”
“Yes,” A said, aggravated now. “What was the pill?”
“It’s a digestion aid.”
“What kind of aid??”
“It stimulates bowel contractions, and helps add some...bulk.”
“What??? My poops are already big as is!!” A blushed at their own desperation to gain control of the situation. “I don’t need that stupid pill. It’s just going to make me uncomfortable.”
“Sweetie, I promise you don’t have to worry about a thing. It’s not going to harm you, and I’ll make sure no one gives you any trouble.”
“Why would they give me trouble?? Are you going to force me to-“ they almost couldn’t finish the sentence, the thought was too terrible. She won’t make me poop my diaper in public, will she? They thought.
B just turned into the parking lot of the pharmacy with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it,” she said.
While B talked to the pharmacist, A said in a chair and squirmed. The pressure building in their gut was coming on faster and stronger than A thought it would. It was becoming hard to take their mind off it.
At this point, A hoped B would just let them mess their diaper in the car, rather than the grocery store. I’ll try to do it on the next drive, they thought to themself, hoping the massive dump would be ready in time.
“Please hurry,” A was bobbing their knees watching B collect her medicine from the pharmacist. The pressure was begging to be released just a little bit, and A relaxed their bottom slightly. A crackling fart shot into their diaper, wetter and louder than they were expecting. The poop would definitely be ready soon.
B turned around. “Mm, getting closer, baby?” She said, patting A on the shoulder. A was mortified, sure the pharmacist had heard their fart.
“Let’s just go,” A mumbled, standing up. B held their hand as they exited the pharmacy.
A massaged their tummy in the car, readying themself to push out their dump before arriving at the grocery store. As B turned on the car, A bore down, trying not to grunt as to not alert B.
Immediately a series of painful loud farts came out. A groaned softly. B looked at them.
“Your cheeks are pink,” she noted warningly. “Are you pushing?”
A shook their head quickly. “No, just...trying to relieve some pressure, that’s all.”
“You are not to poop until it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t want you wearing a messy diaper for longer than you need to.”
A made a noise of frustration. “I don’t want to poop in the store!! Please can I just do it now? It feels ready,” they said. their recent farts had their hole feeling a lot looser, and they could feel a heavy load descending into their colon.
B shook her head. “No, you’re going to wait till it comes out on its own. You can push when your body pushes for you.”
A was too aggravated to say anything else, so they just continued letting hot, silent farts seep into their diaper, trying desperately to alleviate the aches in their tummy.
By the time they pulled into the grocery store parking lot, A felt the sudden intense urge to let it all out. Their anus burned and a tiny fart escaped. The whined and groaned again, wanting so badly to bear down but too embarrassed to beg again. B turned off the car. “Okay, let’s go in. Want to push the cart for me?”
A glared at her and got out of the car gingerly, walking slowly with their thighs clenched. They grabbed a cart on their way in and B lead them to the produce section.
A’s grip on the cart handle tightened as they drew in a sharp breath. Their stomach twisted and cramped viciously, a horrid pain overtaking their entire gut and forcing them to bend over. “Oh god, oh god, no,” they whined. A fart shot into the diaper, not loud enough to alert nearby shoppers, but loud enough for B to hear and chuckle.
“Oh, poor baby. Having trouble holding it?” She put a bunch of bananas in the cart. A’s face twisted with the effort to resist the urge to relax and push, hunched over in the grocery store. So they just nodded.
“Mmhmm,” they groaned, trying to stand up straight and keep pushing the cart forward. The urge subsided gradually, but A feared its return — they could tell the next contraction would be too demanding to resist.
The two made their way around the store, A whining and squirming quietly like a child. They would feel the irresistible childish urge to bend their knees each time they stopped walking, so they would rush B frequently.
“Please please can we go?” A whined. A woman in the dairy section looked over at A pitifully. A blushed hard. “B, please. I’m desperate and my tummy hurts and I just wanna leave.”
“I’m not done shopping yet, sweetie,” B lead them to the baby section. “We need to pick up some more diapers for you, seeing as you’re about to fill this one.” She giggled and the woman heard, shooting them a confused, embarrassed look. A was horrified.
Then it was happening. A hot, painful fart forced its way out of A, and a brutal contraction seized their stomach. “Ow!! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” they moaned, tears prickling their eyes. “B, I really can’t hold it, I can’t, I can’t,” they said.
B knew they were truly desperate now. “Okay, honey, good. You can let it go. Do you want me to help you into the cart so you can focus on pooping?”
A nodded and resisted the urge as much as possible while B helped them climb into the bed of the shopping cart, which was empty enough that they could sit in a low squat with their legs spread comfortably. Once they were situated and B began pushing the cart through the busy baby food isle, A decided they had no option but to let go.
While staring up at the ceiling lights, they drew in a massive breath, and bore down, grunting shortly. A man shopping next to their cart looked around suddenly and was met with the view of A’s reddening face, and their crinkly white diaper beneath their thin leggings.
“Please...gggnnnnnngg...don’t look at me,” A whined and grunted pitifully, trying not to look the man in the eyes. The man was alarmed and quickly turned back around.
B chuckled. “Sorry, don’t mind them. They’re totally backed up, but looks like it’s finally ready to come out, huh?” She smiled down at A, who was frustratedly launching into another push.
They could feel their anus flexing out, but the hole remained shut tight, despite the enormous urge to unload. “It won’t come out,” A heaved, sweat beginning to glisten on their forehead.
B pushed the cart towards checkout, where there was a long line of customers with full carts. “Keep trying, darling. Try holding your knees.”
“I don’t want anyone to hear me,” A said quietly as they drew nearer to the shoppers in line.
“It’s a natural process sweetie, everyone understands that. Just focus on getting your poop out.” B smiled down at them. “Now let me see you push.”
A could not think of anything else to do, so they propped their feet up on the baby seat of the cart, and began grunting, overcome with the primal urge to force their anus open. They screwed their eyes shut.
“Good job, that’s a good push,” B said, caressing their knee. “Is it coming out?”
“It’s....hnnnng....hnnnng!!!!! It’s starting to open up my bottom,” A grunted. A prickling sensation spread through their anus as it started to dome downward, a knobbly wide stool working its way out. “I just need to...HHNNG..push!!!”
A woman in front of them in line turned around. “Oh, poor thing. Are they constipated?” She said to B. B nodded. “They have a hard time using the potty at home so sometimes we have to use diapers. Isn’t that right, baby?”
A tried to hide their face, but their stomach was forcing them to push hard, and the urge to spread their legs wider overcame them. They used their hands to pull their knees to their chest, and with a grunt that was nearly a yell, they felt the tip of their poop widen their anus. “Ggggggggrrrrggg....it’s coming!!” They grunted. Their chest heaved. A pebble fell into the seat of their diaper.
“That’s it, baby,” B said, placing her hand on the bottom of the diaper. She felt something rock hard push against it.
A felt like they were being split in half by how wide and rocky their stool was. Its tip finally touched the diaper. “I’m pooping,” they groaned uncontrollably. “Hnng, I’m pooping now, please don’t look!!”
B just hummed comfortingly and the woman in front of them in line giggled softly. A’s loud efforts were drawing a small crowd of onlookers. “Don’t watch me!” They begged through a grunt. “I’m pooping!!”
B began loading groceries onto the conveyer belt when they were next in line at the cashier. She acted casually, as if A was not there. A’s stomach was kicking into reflex mode now was the first section of their log thudded like a stump into their diaper. It grew harder to push out the poop as the diaper filled, but their stomach demanded to be emptied and simply forced them to grunt out rock after rock. They made animalistic sounds of effort, strain and humiliation as the diaper began to stretch, trying to accommodate their stool.
The cashier looked at them sympathetically as she rang up B’s purchases. “Are you okay?” She asked.
A was delirious, not even ashamed anymore. “Yes, I’m just...hnnnng...I’m pooping,” they said, pushing as they shared eye contact with the stranger. “Going poop.”
“I can see that,” she said. Her and B shared a knowing glance.
“It’s big and hard so I’m...hmmmmg..having a hard time,” A reached down and felt the diaper expanding and growing heavy.
“Well, good luck finishing off that stinker,” the cashier said, handing B her receipt.
A smiled shakily as a softer log coiled out of them. B pushed the cart towards the exit while A was still lost in their own little world, now completely acting on instinct as the rode the waves of peristalsis ushering smooth turds from their loosened bottom.
“Wow, you are a super pooper,” B said as she pushed the cart to their car and unlocked it. “Are you done yet?”
A shook their head, getting to their hands and knees in the cart. Hot, loose pieces of poop came now, sending farts out with each contraction of A’s gut.
“Let me help you into the car. You can finish pooping on the drive home, okay?” B said.
“Okay, just let me...uggh,” a loud fart and a squelching sound came from A’s bottom. Then they stood on shaky knees and let B help them step out of the cart. While B put the cart away, A leaned with their head against the car and their bottom pushed out, not caring that strangers could see them, and let soft, demanding poop spew from their anus.
B came back and helped A slowly into the car, while their legs shook furiously and their hole flexed in and out like pair of lips puckering. Finally they were seated in the passenger seat, with their feet up on the dash, comfortably pooping again, forcing the final segments of stool out into the stuffed diaper.
B got into the drivers seat and looked over at A. “You looked so beautiful in there,” she said. “Working so hard to empty yourself.”
A breathed heavily and the scent of their massive dump filled the car. “Thanks,” they said. They weren’t even annoyed anymore that B forced them to shit in public, they were just glad to be finally empty.
When they got home, B changed A’s diaper and put on a fresh one, then let A take a nap. They were simply exhausted.
So, Thisvid has permently removed any form of sc@t content for public viewing and, to my knowledge, limited access to members of the site. Which they haven't accepted new accounts to in a long time and personally I would not feel comfortable signing up anyway. The site is host to some extremely questionable videos. I'm not here to debate the morality of using the site, trust me i've fought myself on it for a long time.
I had a few thoughts on this and thought I could get them out here. This community on tumblr, many of us shy, myself included, is important to me. I'm speaking from my own experience here but i'm sure a lot of you can relate that I don't have any other outlets for this part of me. And it has been so isolating over the years.
These videos getting removed feels awful. It's hard to push past the feeling of "the world thinks you're a freak." Yes, what I'm into is gross. I'll be the first to say it. It's obscene, it's nasty, it's repulsive, it is downright unholy. But that can also be said about a laundry list of kinks and fetishes on the website that will be unaffected by this change.
I guess what makes me the most irritated when it comes to this subject is the fact that this niche kink is one of the taboos that doesn't cause any sort of harm to another person and yet it is treated as one of the worst among society. I'm not asking everyone to start being chill with all the weird shit but I mean, fuck, if we're not even accepted on one the most abhorrent kink sites online then where the hell else are supposed to go? It would be nice to know our corner of the internet is safe instead of constantly having to uproot.
So thats it. That's the rant. All that being said, I know it's not Thisvid that is making this choice, I can't go into detail because I'm not certain as to why they are being forced into this decision.
One last thing, I extend my condolences to the emeto community, I've seen that their videos are also being affected.
love how many different aspects of piss people are into. the dynamic it creates in a bathroom control scenario, the sensation of holding and releasing, the whines and squirminess. hell, being defiled with it or claimed with it, or the thrill of going somewhere you normally wouldn’t. humiliation and degradation, voluntary/involuntary loss of control, relief, objectification. it’s infinitely interesting to me
Very obsessed with pushing as a concept and a bodily process. My entire interest in and fascination with pooping rests on the concept of pushing. The urgency of it, how instinctual it is. How, in those seconds, the entire body is engaged, exerting muscle power to expel waste. It’s animalistic, completely uncivilized, and strictly inescapable: we all do it.
I love seeing someone poop up close and hearing, from the way their breath hitches very slightly, that they’re starting to push. You see the muscles around their inner thighs flex, and the wrinkled knot of their anus twitches and starts to relax. You hear them let go of a breath. Their thighs relax and their anus tightens again. I love knowing a primal urge just swept over their body for a couple seconds, I love knowing their entire body and mind just squeezed together. I want them to tell me how it feels, if it turns them on or if it hurts or if it’s a relief. I want to watch them push and breathe, grunt and sigh, grimace and groan as their big poop is rhythmically ejected out of their body; push relax push relax push push push. The soft winking of their empty hole after, pulsing with aftershocks of straining.
Also obsessed with this especially when it’s involuntary. It’s one thing to feel your body’s urge and get swept away in pleasurable effort, but it’s another thing to fight the urge with every single cell in your body, only to feel yourself getting weaker, seeing in tunnel vision as your autonomic nervous system start to betray you. You suddenly stop clenching your thighs and holding your hands over your bottom. You can’t help how your knees spread and bend just slightly, how your eyes zone out and start watering. Your tummy clenches and a grunt forms in your throat. You hear it come out of your mouth while you feel the tingly sensation of your bum opening up. It’s happening, you think, as you briefly recover control of yourself, only to surrender once again when a wave of urgency passes over your stomach. The grunt that comes out of you is humiliatingly childish, but you have no concept of humiliation right now. You’re caught in the effort, ruled by tides of peristalsis until your body is empty. I want to see it turn you on, to have your bodily autonomy compromised.
i’ve been spoiled by all the panty poop doujinshi i’ve read because I desperately crave art with belly xray and shots of the character’s anus clenching and bulging
people who draw detailed turtleheading are my heroes 🥵💦 like yes, show me their asshole struggling inside their underwear, especially if they start to leak. i wanna see it squeak and purr as gas ripples out of it
show me xray shots with their guts stuffed to the brim with huge logs and hot gas. i want to see the massive load rumbling inside their bowels and how close it is to bursting free
I love it when it's so obvious when they're pooping themselves. Doing a potty dance right before only to freeze. Suddenly their face contorts into both strain and relief. Their hips dip into a half squat and they audibly *push* and a fart comes out. And it's one of those loud wet ones, and they keep coming. The sharts stain through everything in its path and creates a puddle on the floor, with the solid bits spreading up their waist band. They grab onto something for support and don't even try to stop it anymore. They push as hard as they can to just be done with it. They're peeing too, it's splattering everything and it's so loud. And when they are done their underwear is so weighted down with shit that it can escape easily form any uncareful movement.
When they are eventually done they sigh in relief, catch their breath. Then they have to make the trek to the nearest bathroom to clean up. Its so clear what they are covered in so they don't even try to hide it. They try to walk carefully and hold their underwear in place to keep all the solid poop contained.
everyone line up i've got one bottle of testosterone gel and there's 17,000 of you i'm about to pull a move not seen since jesus did the bread and fish glitch 2000 years ago
