I desperately need to see my girlfriends shit themselves in front of me. I need to hear them groaning and fighting to hold it in, squirming on their chairs. I need to see them reach the point of no return, where they can't hold it back any longer. I need to watch them waddle over to where I'm sitting, bend over and spread their ass cheeks, and push out the fat loads of shit they've had stored up all day onto the floor in front of me. I need to see them gasping and breathless, their holes twitching and gaping as they recover from the sudden release of pressure. I love my girlfriends, and that's why I want to see them absolutely befoul themselves in front of me.
Y'know what I need more of, lap poops. I need more people pooping on someone's lap, so desprate that your the only toilet they have to use. I never see content of this but i need it!
character who always has big, solid shits...like i'm talkin firm, huge loads that only take a little effort to get out. the problem is...he's not exactly super regular about it, nor does he have the best control. it always comes out when he least expects or wants it to. usually at work. he has to struggle to hold it until he gets home, and when he gets home, he has to do the awkward 'oh god i'm about to poop myself' waddle-run for the bathroom. sometimes, even then, he doesn't make it and has to do that awkward half-squat in the hallway, pushing a long-delayed load of firm shit into his work pants.
worst of all, he hates having to do laundry because of it. so, so many pairs of boxers in the laundry basket. even worse than that, he lives with other people. he has to run the risk of someone noticing how much laundry he's going through, or, god forbid, they actually see him shit himself. and because it's so random, he runs that risk all the time.
through one way or another, he ends up wearing a pull-up. white, medical, plain. maybe trying to get over a UTI while still working his 8-6 job. he ends up needing a shit fairly early on, which means by the time he gets home, he's desperate for the bathroom. he parks the truck and just sits for a moment before getting out. the moment he's out of the seat, he almost loses it. he considers just giving in, but it's at least worth the effort of trying to make it to the bathroom.
he makes it to the bathroom door and moves to shove it open, relieved at the prospect of...relief. but when he opens it, he finds someone else already on the toilet. they yell at him to shut the door, and he does, backing up and glancing around. seeing as nobody can see him, he starts wiggling like a worm, grabbing at his rear as if that's going to keep him from having an accident.
he can't hold it long at all. he crouches down right there in the hallway, bracing himself against the wall, finally, just pushing it all out and getting it over with. he didn't think he could even fathom shitting this much, but it's enough that he has to tug his pants down to give himself more room to fill his pull-up.
once he's pretty sure he's done, he reaches a hand around to pat his bottom and see how much he really did...
it's a lot. more than he thinks he's ever gone in his life. and on top of all of it, he gets the urge to pee, so he does, letting out a painful jet of piss that soaks into the padding immediately.
"...[character]? what are you... are you having an accident?" he turns, his face growing hot with embarrassment as he sees his [family member/friend] at the end of the hallway.
"I..." he tries to come up with some sort of excuse, but can't. "don't- don't worry about it."
The hottest thing ever is holding and right as you’re told you can let go, you or someone else puts their finger on your pee hole. Nothing comes out and it’s pure desperation.
Stumbling into their apartment, A's lips are hot on B's. It's been a while since work has allowed them to have some time for themselves, and naturally, they've used the evening off to go on a nice date; a movie B has been longing to see, dinner at a nice restaurant in the city and then a walk in the park with their fingers interlocked and B's head on A's shoulder.
B, the smaller of the two, is easily pushed up against the wall, not too long after the door is slammed shut behind them, and A presses themselves to their partner's smaller frame. Things had gotten hot and heavy when they'd lingered on a bridge at the park, sharing long passionate kisses, but on the drive home, A had felt something drop in their stomach. On the twenty minute route, things had only seemed to get worse, and A had let out a few silent farts, thanking the stars that the windows were down and B was too polite to comment. But one thing is becoming exceedingly clear, the combination of theatre snacks and a rich dinner was not agreeing with them.
It didn't help that all the stress from work, tracing back to at least a week, had clogged them tight, ensuing that A's bathroom trips were unproductive, with the exception of taking a piss. Too embarrassed, they hadn't even mentioned to B.
And now they're here; with their hands gripping B's hips, keeping them pinned to the wall, and a storm brewing in the pit of their belly. Briefly, the contemplate letting their partner know; they're understanding and won't mind if A takes a few minutes to handle business, but it's been so long and despite having to actively keep their sphincter shut, A is enjoying the moment.
"I need you," B whimpers, pawing between them to find the button of A's pants, desperate for more contact.
Ironically, A is so wrapped in focusing on only B, and not the pressure in their colon, that they can barely muster up a response. Though, the unthinkable soon happens; when B's hand unconsciously pushes against their bloated tummy, in an attempt to undo A's pants, a loud, bubbling fart slips out. Stunned, B stops, looking up at A through their lashes. Humiliated by their body's betrayal, heat rushes to A's face and they stop too, going even redder when the apparent flood gates are opened, resulting in hot, wet gas forcing its way past their sweating cheeks, creating a heavy, foul humidity around them.
"Are you okay?" B probes, looming their arms around A's neck, tenderly caressing the nape of their neck.
A knows that they can tell B anything, and their body has already decided to give them away, but still, they can't bring themselves to admittance, so instead, they lie shakily, "Yeah," they muster up a shy smile, "Yeah, I'm fine it's just gas. Sorry," they add, noting the eggy smell that lingers.
"It's okay," B coos, considerate as ever, "We don't have to keep going if-"
Foolishly, A protests B's offer to put a pin in things, insisting that their fine, following up their fumbled reassurances by pressing their mouth to B's, capturing them in a lengthily, suggestive kiss. Still, they can't seem to escape the wrath of their bowels and just as they began fiddling with the buttons of B's shirt, they feel the weight of their load press warningly against their anus.
When a string of dangerously wet toots rockets out from around their impending load, muffled into their underwear and jeans, B doesn't comment that time. With weakening vigor and more of their efforts now redirected into not shitting themselves, A suppresses a moan against the inviting warmth of B's mouth when something low in their protesting tummy churns painfully......and audibly. There's no denying that they really have to go.
Before long, a hard, warm mass is crowning, pushing pass their puffy lips and they absolutely can't stop it. The week old loaf spreads them wide, and even with B's lips no on their neck, A pushes instinctively, eliciting a soft grunt. The shit soon hits the seat of their underwear, but doesn't break off, and A, now overwhelmed by the erotica of having B all over them and the urgency of their load, is at the mercy of nature.
By the time B notices that something is off, the smell of shit clings to the air and they pull back, only to observe the peculiar look on A's face, "Are you okay?" They ask again, the mood has completely shifted and B's hand on A's arm soothingly.
The stretch of silence is short, but it allows them both to hear the crackle as A fills their pants. Shame paints A's features and they grip their taunt belly with one large palm, "I'm shitting myself," they admit sheepishly with a wince as the stubborn mass pinches off, not giving them a minute to recover before another, nearly equally large turd, is pushed out, with more ease that time.
"Oh, baby," B coos, brushing their cheek with soft fingers, wincing sympathetically when A groans through another stubborn length, pressing into their tummy. For a minute, B seems unsure on whether or not they should help, but when a sloppy blast punctuates A's load, sounding, and smelling, like whatever was behind was going to be much worse that firm turds, B hesitantly puts their hand on A's belly.
A's crotch tingles excitedly when B slips their hand into their pants, pressing into the achy bloat above their public bone. The steady kneading coaxes out pockets of fetid gas, and if it weren't for the now crippling cramps gripping their tummy, A would have long tried to get to the toilet. Instead, A grunts in as a softer wave spread around their mucky cheeks, joining the bricked loaves already sagging heavily in their jeans. "God," they groan, squeezing their eyes shut, half in mortification and half from the pain of their massive movement, "I'm so sorry B."
"It's okay," B coddles, their efforts to help A unwavering, "Accidents happen sweetie," pressing a kiss to A's cheek, their nose stays pressed to A's face, and A can't help but think its because of the disgusting odor they've created.
An explosion ends with another onslaught of A's bowels rushing to rid itself of a brutal mix of buttery popcorn, sugary soda, wine and a garlicy dinner. Their overworked hole begins to burn and their soft mess spreads around messily, clinging to their ass, weighing down the back of their jeans.
Thankfully, the last wave of muddy poop tappers off with a few more gassy emissions just as it had started to seep through the leg holes of their underwear. It doesn't completely go away, but the pain in their tummy soon subsides into a dull ache and A is finally able to straighten up again, hand still protectively laid on their stomach. The silence in deafening as B finally retracts their hand and A desperately wishes that a spontaneous spilt in the earth will swallow them.
Sensing A's embarrassment, in a bid to lighten the mood, poke light fun at A or both, B's hand, travels down their back, settling on the obvious mass in their pants, "I guess someone needs help cleaning up, huh?"
Fic where it's like 2015, my moon my man montage, and Shane has to shit after the game, but doesn't take the opportunity for whatever reason- didn't think he had to or stalls busy or whatever. Maybe a chunk of the team has a virus and Shane doesn't, his load is solid he can hold it, and so he elects to not go at the venue since like half the team is trying to go at same time (maybe even is gonna go before showering, but occupied, so he showers quick and then intends to go, but still occupied..).
Catches his Uber or whatever to near Ilya's place, gets in, and Ilya is immediately on him and there's not like a smooth way to get to the john so, well, he can hold it. it's fine, they just wont fuck yet.
But Ilya kinda badgers him, as they're naked, about getting access to play with Shane's ass, why noooooooot hollander, and Shane finally has to be like Because I have to go to the bathroom.
Ilya is taken aback.
So go to the bathroom? Why didn't you??
Shane groans "because you were all rawr and then it was gonna be awkward".
"Why awkward? You just say 'Rosanov, hold thought, I gotta shit first.' "
"What the fuck no I can't???? "
"Why?"
"Because that's not sexy? that's terrible."
"Hollander. I know how human body works. I know where my dick goes. You think I don't know you shit?"
"There's knowing, and then there's me announcing it in the middle of making out."
And Shane squirms cuz he really does need to go. Ilya's eyes get big, and then he performatively rolls them, rolls off of shane too, and slaps his ass.
"go! go do what you must, then come back and we have sex."
"Fuck you."
"I would be fucking you already if you just go when you get here!" Ilya half-yells as Shane disappears into the bathroom.
Ilya waits a moment, but he's still thinking about this, so he asks-
"Why you did not go at stadium? I think you normally do? Unless you do this, but are sick?"
"Rosanov, why are you talking to me while I'm, uh... I'm in the bathroom!"
"hopefully shitting," Ilya mutters.
"Why you answer back if so bad to talk?"
"Fuck you!"
"... you are not sick though?"
"...No, but like half the team is, and there weren't any stalls open, but I was, like, okay, so i figured i could wait."
sound of tp, toilet flushing.
pants hitting the floor. shower starting.
ugh, ilya was never gonna get to fuck shane.
unless...
Ilya padded over to the door.
the handle turned. Shane hadn't locked.
Ilya let himself into the shower, and shane jumped, slipped, and it was almost bad.
"sorry," ilya said unrepentant
"what the fuck? fucking warn me! I could have still been..." gestures to his ass.
Ilya frowns. "What is the problem? i know how ass works, i have one too. I know is not magic "safe" for me to put tongue in you at any time. You think I think it is?"
"no, but still. it's like... personal."
ilya's eyebrows hit his hairline
"More personal than tongue in ass?"
"no, i don't know, fuck you"
"what was plan, anyway," ilya says, jumping to a new train of thought he'd been contemplating. "If I didn't say we fuck and make you tell me, when you were gonna tell me?"
"fuck, i don't know. I hadn't thought it through."
"When I jerk you off? when i blow you? you were gonna hold it all the time?"
"I don't know. I- I don't know."
ilya is kissing his neck now, feeling down his chest, dick nestled between shane's freshly washed cheeks.
"hold so tight, cant relax, while I blow you. I pet your asshole and you squirm, can't let me in. go back and forth (ilya makes a wiggling gesture with his hand) "
"fuck, how do you make even this conversation sexy. fuck."
ilya shrugs pragmatically
"is sexy. sex is sexy."
...
Eventually talk about that ilya maybe thinks it's hot for shane to hold, make plans to play with that.
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