Fujozone

Male shitting is amazing

[toiletboi]

True Trucker Story - A Hardy Buddy Dump

I used to deliver equipment around the state, and one day I stopped at a Hardy's to grab lunch. I went to the bathroom for a piss. It was a single-person bathroom with a urinal, toilet, and sink. I didn't lock the door, as I rarely do in public if I'm just peeing. As I start to piss, the door flies open, and in walks this rugged man, mid 40s, with buzzed hair. He sees me and looks desperate. He asked me politely to hurry up, as he really needs to go. I responded with "I'll be here a minute... do what you need to do." What happened next, I never would have expected. He comes in, locks the door, and rushes over to the toilet. He drops his jeans and takes a seat. As soon as his ass hit the seat, he let loose a torrent of sloppy shit, and the room smelled up instantly. I finished pissing, walked over to the sink, and told the man that I'd be out as soon as I finished washing my hands. He was still releasing bouts of runny shit. However, while I was washing my hands, he looked up at me and asked if I was the truck driver. I told him I was, and he proceeded to ask me about my work (in between grunts, of course.)I went to leave to give him privacy, but he continued chatting away, so I sat on the floor across from the toilet while we continued to talk, and he continued to strain to finish his dump. After about 5 minutes, I left him to finish his business. (Nothing sexual happened; he was straight.) After he came out, he came over to my table and we had lunch together and joked about our chance encounter. It was an experience I'll never forget!

[kitkat-2204]

Prompt idea: A has a stomach ache and wants to help their partner, B, who has a specific kink get off.

B is playing a video game and A is cuddling up next to them on the couch, relaxing when they get a faint feeling of a stomach ache, and an idea pops up in their head. “Hey B… can you turn of the game for a minute? I want to ask you something.” A asks quietly. “Yea sure hun. What’s up?” B replies. “I’m kinda getting a stomach ache right now. Would it be ok if I did some things you were into?” A asks, blushing lightly. “Are you sure? I might be really embarrassed and I don’t know if you’d fully be comfy doing that right now…” B replies nervously. “You don’t need to worry B. I don’t mind. I like when you have the space to indulge in your interests without judgement. I’m sure it will be fine.” A replies warmly, trying to be understanding. “Ok… but promise you’ll stop me if I get too weird…” B replies, flushed from embarrassment. A then begins to snuggle right next to B, after B gets a vibrator from their bedroom and cuddles A back, looking down at the floor with embarrassment. A starts stroking their lower stomach and looking right into Bs eyes as they lift their right leg and let a hot rumbly fart escape, squinting their eyes and letting a low moan out from relief. “Ahh.. that helped the pain a bit..” A said, blushing. B couldn’t help but slightly moan in satisfaction from how good it was for them to watch them fart. B never liked harping on it too much, but oh they loved hearing A’s relief when they had to go to the bathroom. “Oooh I have a couple really big ones..” A then proceeded to let out 4 really bubbly farts, grunting and moaning after each fart tapers off. “Mmm… there we go..” B says as he slowly begins to really get going, as he uses the vibrator over his underwear. A kept letting out bigger and hotter farts as the time went on, while continuing to rub their belly to make B more excited. A then proceeds to let out a really hot silent fart, squeezing their stomach as it was released. “Sorry if you didn’t hear that one, I have diarrhea.. and I’m gonna poop real soon…” A teased, looking at B seductively. Bs eyes begin to flutter from excitement as they turned the up the vibrator to get closer, while looking at A right in their eyes. “Are you gonna fart some more..?” B asks, as they get closer to an orgasm. A then proceeds to let out a really warm diarrhea fart, as they feel the poop right at the tip of their bottom. “Ugh.. that fart felt so good B… I just want to keep pushing…” A whispered, right by Bs ears. B is practically salivating at the thought of A pooping their pants, and can’t hold themselves back anymore. “Oh god yes… please do.. I wanna see it so bad..” B says, about to cum. A then proceeds to squint their eyes and push out a large wave of diarrhea right on the couch next to B, as sighs and hums of relief escape their breath with each push. “Ughn… fucking finally… that feels way better..” A moans. “Ugh fuck.. I’m cumming..!” B says before orgasming, his eyes fluttering and body shaking from the release.

[browser5]

THE DUDE NEXT TO YOU BLOWS UP STALL [8D Audio]

You're at University or School, and this guy next to you just lets out everything he ate that morning.

[happy4562]

Plumber Has an Emergency

Although he was a master locksmith who could have a door open in less than a minute, Pete didn’t know dick about plumbing. All he knew was his toilet was overflowing. Luckily he knew one thing and that was how to turn the water off. Before bed last night he took a piss and when he flushed, the water had rushed right up to the brim. Not wanting to pay an extra fee for overnight assistance, Pete decided he would wait until the morning to call.

Rob made his way out to Pete’s about an hour after Pete called. Rob had been a plumber for years and Pete just chose his name out of the phone book. Rob began his assessment. Meanwhile, Pete had needed his morning shit for quite some time now. It was pressing but not at that dire emergency stage yet.

Rob quickly realized the toilet needed to be snaked out. There was probably some minor blockage that wasn’t allowing the toilet to drain. He grabbed his tools out of his truck and got to work.

An hour later and not much progress had been made. Pete’s shit however had progressed further along. He needed to get on a toilet as soon as possible. As Rob was bent down working on the toilet, a loud wet fart escaped.

“Sorry about that man, I guess the coffee is doing it’s work on my system. It probably doesn’t help that I had a few beers last night”, Rob said.

The fart was rancid and punched Pete right in the face with its stench.

“No worries. Uhmmmm do you think you’ll be much longer? I haven’t been able to use my toilet yet today?”, Pete asked.

“Should be done any minute now”, Rob answered as his stomach loudly gurgled.

Another 30 minutes passed and still no luck. Pete was now pacing his hallway. His morning shit was always his biggest and today was no exception. Rob too hoped the toilet would be fixed soon. He was getting pretty desperate. He never used a client’s restroom but this time he didn’t think he would make it back to his truck, nevermind the McDonald’s down the street.

Rob heard what he had been longing to hear as the toilet quickly drained. He flushed once to make sure the blockage was gone. The water filled once again in the bowl, this time stopping where it was supposed to. The toilet was now operational again.

“Sorry to ask, but can I use this before I go?”, Rob inquired while motioning to the toilet.

“Sure, but I need to go first!”, Pete yelped.

He waited for Rob to leave the room but instead he just said good there with a pained look on his face.

“Uhmmm can you step out for a minute?”, asked Pete.

“No. If I move at all I’m going to shit my pants”, said a flustered Rob who was clenching with all of his might.

Pete didn’t care at this point. He needed to shit NOW. He dropped his boxers to the floor and quickly began going. After 8 loud plops, he pissed strongly against the side of the bowl. Luckily for Rob his ass was clean after 2 passes.

Pete hadn’t even pulled his pants all the way up before Rob dove onto the bowl. Loud diarrhea thundered out of him. He turned bright red. Here he was having a monster shit in front of a client. A stranger at that.

He sighed with relief as his shit splashed. The smell engulfed Pete who said “how about a courtesy flush?”.

Rob flushed his diarrhea away before more filled the bowl. The beers had really messed up his system and the coffee was the catalyst. Pete had washed up at that point and decided to give Rob some privacy. As soon as he shut the door, Rob groaned loudly and completely gave up all inhibitions.

The relief was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He had a few more bursts before finally feeling cleared out. He wiped up 10 or 12 times before flushing, watching to make sure the bowl didn’t clog like it had for Pete the night before. He washed up and joined Pete in his kitchen.

“Sorry about that,” Rob shyly said. He was barley able to look at Pete.

“Shit happens. It’s cool”, Pete said in a reassuring tone.

Rob left and headed to his next job looking fully content as he drove away.

[troubled-tums]

CW: diarrhea, tummy aches, gas, minor body image issues, belly rubs

Imagine somebody who’s very shy about his body. He’s shy about being thicc, mainly - his chubby belly, soft thighs, and fleshy arms all make him try to avoid taking off his shirt.

One weekend, he gets… sick. He wakes up in the morning feeling a little urgent, so he goes to the bathroom. It starts out normal, but his tummy still feels unsettled, so he rubs it a little and waits. When he finally manages to let it out, it’s mushy and loose, and he grimaces as it burns. Maybe it’s just the spicy food from yesterday, he thinks, and cleans up.

He and his boyfriend make breakfast, and he eats that without a problem. But a couple hours later, he’s feeling kind of sick again. His lower belly is feeling bloated and full, and there’s a gurgling in his gut he doesn’t like. He shifts uncomfortably, letting out a loud fart.

Good thing his boyfriend doesn’t laugh. He just smiles at him over the top of his book as he excuses himself hurriedly, and doesn’t comment when he puts down his own book and gets up to go to the bathroom a little while later. Nothing much comes out - it’s just a whole load of gas at first. He groans a little, feeling unsatisfied, and wipes himself just in case.

“Feeling better?” his boyfriend asks.

“I’m okay,” he replies, a little embarrassed. He tries to keep from rubbing his belly, which still feels bloated. He doesn’t want to draw attention to himself, since he knows his boyfriend will try to comfort him, and he really doesn’t feel good about having his chubby stomach touched.

He doesn’t really want to eat lunch, not really, but since there’s food that’s been prepared… He gives in and sits down at the table, forcing down his portion. The trouble is that his tummy is all kinds of messed up today, so his stomach is aching and overstuffed while his guts are grumbling and hurting, too. He barely manages to get everything down, stifling an uncomfortable burp.

The jig is up when his boyfriend suggests that they go out for a walk in the afternoon, after lunch. He winces and puts both hands on his belly, cradling his rioting abdomen. It’s clear enough to his boyfriend that he’s not feeling well, so he suggests that they sit on the sofa instead and watch TV. Bit by bit, his boyfriend inches his hand over until it’s resting on his tummy, and he jerks away abruptly.

“What’s wrong?” his boyfriend asks gently.

“I - I don’t want to be touched there,” he stammers, grabbing a cushion and hugging it to hide himself.

“Alright. But you seem to be in some discomfort, and I want to know what’s wrong,” his boyfriend persists.

“Oh… I’m so stuffed from lunch, and I think my gut is a little upset,” he admits, looking away. “I just… I just need to digest.” He covers his mouth again as he lets out another tight belch.

“Okay. Come here, okay? I promise I won’t touch your cute little belly,” his boyfriend coaxes, and he moves over reluctantly, still hugging the cushion. His boyfriend puts an arm around his shoulder and encourages him to lie down on the cushion he’s laid out on his lap. Gently, he starts massaging his scalp until he relaxes a little. His stuffed stomach unknots itself, becoming merely full instead of an angry ball of tension, and he even dozes off for a few brief moments.

He’s awoken by a loud, booming fart that erupted without his permission. His traitorous guts had continued digesting and producing gas, and now he groans, feeling how stretched his tummy is. This really sucks. “Sorry. Excuse me,” he apologises miserably.

“That’s okay. Is your stomach still feeling upset?” his boyfriend asks, keeping his tone casual as he continues to pet his hair. He screws up his face and palms his own belly, letting out a pained breath. Something gurgles inside him, and he’s forced to let out more gas abruptly.

“Sorry again. I… I guess I’m not feeling so good,” he explains, trying to sit up.

“No, it’s okay. I just want to help you, baby,” his boyfriend soothes, moving closer to hold him from behind. “Since your tummy is still hurting, will you let me give you a belly rub?”

He bites his lip, torn. On one hand, he really wants to be comforted. His tummy is feeling pretty awful - his intestines are bubbling and distending with gas at least, and he doesn’t know if he’ll have diarrhea again. But his belly… he doesn’t want his boyfriend to see how he looks, especially now that he knows he’s bloated.

“Just keep the cushion over, okay? I won’t see anything,” his boyfriend suggests, and he finally nods. As his hand descends on his tummy, though, he can’t help but tense up, jerking a tiny bit. His heart speeds up, and his breathing speeds up too, until his breath comes in short, shallow pants.

“Relax, baby,” his boyfriend murmurs, his heart breaking a little at how skittish he is. “Just breathe with me, okay?” He exaggerates his own breathing, taking long deep breaths in and out until he finally manages to calm down. Only then does he begin rubbing his upset tummy, his palm sweeping in slow circles around his whole belly.

It helps - it really does. Over the next ten minutes, he releases quite a bit of gas, even relaxing enough to admit that his lower belly is hurting now. His boyfriend switches his attention to his lower tummy, slipping just his long fingers under his T-shirt to knead his lower gut without saying a word about how he finds his belly cute. A cacophony of gurgles result from the kneading, and he groans a little at how his tummy is cramping up.

“I think I gotta go,” he moans quietly, and his boyfriend lets go of him. Getting up, he locks himself in the bathroom and shudders as he expels more loose slop, hugging his belly tightly as he whimpers and winces through the cramps. When he finally finishes up, there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead already, and he just rests for a moment before he cleans up.

“Feeling better now, baby?” his boyfriend asks when he stumbles out.

“A little,” he mumbles, a hand still on his own tummy, which is no longer as bloated, but still sore.

“Here. Drink some water before you lie back down.” He picks up the mug gratefully, getting down half of it before he leans back in his previous position. He reaches for the cushion again, but this time, he doesn’t flinch when his boyfriend’s hand reaches under his T-shirt to rub his tummy.

[yourlocallovesickie]

Imagine: you are a bathroom attendant in some very very fancy area. Part of your job is to wipe your customers asses after they shit, supposedly so they don't have to dirty their hands before returning to work or whatever they're doing. One day, a very large, bearded man runs in, ushering a stream of curses behind him with his belt already undone before he plops down over the seat. He barely closes the stall before a torrent of diarrhea is squirting out of him into the toilet. He's letting out very harsh grunts and groans that all accompany very wet, dirty ass sounds. Sometimes he even tries to cough to cover up his flatulence, but fails miserably and only ends up sounding gassier than before. Minutes pass by of this horrible display, and the stench permeates the room, which raises in temperature about 2 degrees as the man finishes up. Another couple minutes pass by, this time the only sound being the soft wet flexing of his asshole as he struggles to get any residual poop out. Finally, he calls you in.

You push open the stall door and find him standing with his back to you, his hairy ass out and bare, and a bit of mushy brown smeared on one of the cheeks and around his hole. He seems sheepish, probably a little embarrassed by the whole ordeal, and you glance over to the toilet to see a solid brown puddle of waste with chunks of shit mixed in like a forbidden broth. He squats down, and parts his ass cheeks to reveal his shitty hole, but as he does his hole gapes open wide, and a huge wet fart blasts out at an incredible force. The wet rag you were holding (wet to be sensitive on his worn butt) blows away a bit, but that doesnt seem to be it. The fart tapers off with a wet 'spplrrt' and a small amount of brown slips past his asshole as he clamps it shut. His thighs tremble and tense and he grunts, desperately whining,

"Oh god, I'm not done..." instantly his hole is forced open again by several long mushy turds, sliding out and slowly piling on the rag you held beneath him. You didnt dare say anything, too in shock and aroused as he bore down lower and grunted, now pushing wetter, chunkier diarrhea into your hands. It makes hideous, wet noises as it slowly spurts out, and he mumbles something of an apology before starting to move back over the seat, straddling it in a squat as his asshole squirts liquid poo all over the floor and the toilet.

[toiletbulges]

Stall-Less toilet story!

So one evening me and my best friend was driving back from the beach and decided to have a quick meal at a roadside diner!Food was lovely but it my opinion was going to change quick. We was driving along the road when my nose got hit by the worst smell ever “Sorry mate my stomach is messed up” he said. Within a few minutes i had joined him in stinking the car up. Half hour later both of us was getting desperate but a sign up front was a like light from heaven! We pulled up and started walking towards the toilets, in front was a van but we wasn’t concerned as thought there would be enough toilets. We opened the door and panic came across both us. Two toilets in the open, and one was occupied by a bloke who was literally shitting his insides out. My mate rushed to the only toilet left and started filling it up. I was getting more desperate, walking backwards and forwards. The bloke on the other toilet must have felt sorry as he said i could borrow his seat but he would need it back. I didnt even wait for the flush to finish as i pulled down my boxers and did the loudest fart ever and filled the toilet to the brim! I had completely forgot about the other bloke, who was looking in distress. He said he needed the toilet back, but i couldn’t get off as the shit was still falling out. He was begging me to get off as we could all hear the farts coming out of him. Luckily there was a trash can in the corner, he ran over and pulled down his briefs and hovered over the can. WOW he was literally shitting for 5 mins non-stop. My mate at the point had finished shitting and was wiping, he got up and the bloke walked over with his briefs round his angers and finished on the toilet. At that point i was finished and was wiping, but before we could leave my mate ran back to the toilet and started filling it again. We was in there for 30mins taking it in turns filling up the toilet, while the other bloke carried on shitting on the toilet!

[toiletbulges]

Work Collegue!

So i used to work in a old office, and it had one doorless stall and urinal in the mens room with a locking outer door. I never locked the door as thought slightly selfish if someone just wanted a wee. So one day i was having a really bad stomach and went and sat on the toilet. Was on there for 15mins blasting away, when a coworker came in. He saw me sitting on the toilet, with my white briefs hanging below my knees and my shirt lifted with my bush on show. He as holding his stomach and was asking how long i might be. I said i will try to hurry up. Well 5 mins past and he was talking and holding his stomach when he started farting. He begged me to get off but hadnt fully finished but i said we could swap if he locked the door to avoid embarrassment. he locked the door and i stood up with my bum still covered. He quickly pulled his trousers down, and i noticed he was also wearing white briefs. We both laughed as he sat down and farted away. I was just standing there with my penis just hanging there as we wasnt embarrassed. My stomach turned and i asked to swap. He flushed and shuffled to one side, he was really hairy down there and average side. I sat down and blasted away for another few mins. I stood up and started wiping as he sat back down to finish off. I wiped and thrown in-between his legs. He wiped and we both left at the same time, a little bit closer as friends.

[happy4562]

Caught with His Pants Down (first fiction)

Brent was sitting in his last class when he felt his stomach lurch. He had been needing a shit for a while, but hated going at school. The toilets were out in the open and no one ever went unless it was an emergency. He clenched his cheeks and waited for the pain to pass, which it did. He knew he wouldn’t have time to go right after class because he had to make up a science test for Mr. Jackson, a young athletically built teacher who Brent had a small crush on. 

Brent finished up the test and quickly grabbed his things from his locker before rscing down to the boy’s room. At this point in the day, everyone else had left and most of the lights were now off in the building. He walked into the bathroom and was in luck,it was empty. He chose the 3rd toilet and began unbuckling his belt. As he was about to tske down his jeans, the door swung open and Mr. Jackson walked in. 

“Oh hey Brent, I went to change upstairs before I ride my bike home, but the janitor already locked up. Don’t mind me”, Mr. Jackson said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. 

Brent sat down on the toilet and his face reddened. No way was he going to blow out the bathroom with his teacher 3 feet away. He sat clenching his cheeks tightly and peed quietly, hoping to relieve some pressure. He kept his head down and watched Mr. Jackson strip down to his underwear. He looked better than Brent thought he would. He was muscualar but not in a bulging way and was very hairy everywhere. He changed into his sweats and to Brent’s horror, he began heading towards the first toilet. 

“I might as well go too while I am here”, Mr. Jackson said as he dropped his pants to his ankles. He let out a loud fart and plopped a few times, “I’ve been waiting for that all day”.

At this point, Brent could no longer try to wait it out and he unclenched. Diarrhea began filling the bowl and the room echoed with Brent’s loud shit and gas. Brent quickly clenched again, completely embarrassed that Mr. Jackson had heard him. 

“Sounds like you’ve needed to go for a while too. Don’t worry about it, I’ve had my share of the runs”, Mr. Jackson said. 

Brent slowly unclenched his cheeks again and some more liquid escaped into the bowl. At the point, Mr. Jackson stood to wipe. Brent watched his dick dance as he dug the toilet paper into his ass. Mr. Jackson finished up and told Brent he hoped he felt better. Brent finished filling the bowl before he too wiped up and headed out.  

[troubled-tums]

Imagine...

CW: suppository, constipation

Imagine your fave being really stressed because of multiple factors. Maybe work isn't going well and they're putting in way too many hours, maybe they've gained weight recently and aren't happy with it, maybe a friendship fell apart on them.

Either way, their eating habits change. Instead of three balanced meals a day, maybe they only eat two huge ones, or they snack sporadically throughout the day, none of it being particularly nutritious, just granola bars and crisps from the vending machine.

Eventually, things come to a head one day. They wake up with a terribly bloated tummy, and stagger to the toilet for some relief. It doesn't come, though, because they're too backed up for it, and they cradle their swollen gut, groaning and straining but to no avail.

They have to go to work, though, so they don't take a laxative. Throughout the day, they're too nauseous and full to eat anything much, although they drink coffee to try and move things along. All it does is send them on numerous piss breaks, especially since they're drinking a lot of water to try and stay hydrated. The worst part is that after lunch time, their stomach starts aching so badly because they haven't eaten throughout the day. They text their partner, who convinces them to nibble on a handful of crackers and have some hot chocolate so that their stomach doesn't digest itself.

It's one helluva long day. Your fave stumbles through everything in a daze, and even their boss catches on. The boss pulls them aside, mindful of their pale and exhausted countenance, and tells them to go home an hour early. Grateful for the reprieve, they take themself home.

Once home, they try some stool softeners, but it doesn't work. All it does is worsen the ache, and the stabbing cramps only produce bouts of gas. They're afraid to use oral laxatives, as the last time they did it had been excruciating, so they curl up with a hot water bottle in bed to try and take a nap. They're woken by their partner, who comes home a couple hours later. Their partner is horrified to hear that they haven't pooped in quite a few days, and immediately offers to give them a suppository.

In no time, their partner has lubed up a finger and peeled the foil off the bullet while your fave takes off their underwear, lying on their side with one knee drawn up although their bloated gut prevents them from hiking their knee all the way up. Their partner presses in gently, inserting the suppository all the way in before withdrawing to wipe their hands. Rolling your fave onto their back, they start rubbing their tummy.

Your fave's gut is hard and hot to the touch, and they groan softly as their partner palpates their abdomen. As fingers dig into the achy spots, they wail out loud because their belly is too tender for anything like that.

"Please, ow, that hurts so badly!" Their partner shushes them and quits trying to move things along, using the palm of their hand to rub huge circles all over their belly instead. It doesn't take too long for the suppository to work. What starts off as discomfort and soreness soon turns into agony, urgency building up uncontrollably. A mere ten minutes later, your fave sucks in a sharp breath.

"It hurts, it hurts so badly, I think I gotta go..." On shaking legs they rise, both hands clutching their cramping gut, stumbling to the toilet desperately. No sooner have they seated themself than they cry out, their eyes opening wide.

What they're unprepared for is how much there is, and how much it hurts to pass. Although the pressure and cramping is intense, it still takes a few minutes for something to pass, their hole winking open and stretching impossibly wide. Unable to form coherent sentences at this point, your fave is reduced to cries and grunts.

"Ow, ow, ah, I can't, it hurts, ahh... Ow ow ow!" Throughout all this, their partner is right next to them, with a warm hand on their back since your fave has their arms or hands clenched tight around their belly. It comes in waves, with surges of cramping and urgency, and each time your fave grunts and groans, straining with all their might. Their face turns slightly red from the effort, and at times they writhe in pain and sheer discomfort. With their hands mashed deep into the flesh of their gut, they rock back and forth, keening and whimpering with the painful squeezing and sickness in their belly.

Finally, it tapers off. Your fave prods their belly cautiously, wincing as it results in a few last spurts, panting from their entire ordeal. They're too weak to stand up and shower on their own, although they do manage to use the wet wipes their partner hands them. Their partner manhandles them into the shower for a quick scrub before it's back to bed with them. Your fave sinks gratefully into the mattress, a hand still cupping their tummy. Promising to be gentle, their partner rubs their belly again, stroking the fleshy surface tenderly in rhythmic circles until your fave falls asleep.

[upsetummy]

Ugh, imagine your favorite character hearing of your complaints of being constipated and deciding to take things into their own hands by giving you a suppository. They lay you down on the bed and tell you to relax. Encouraging you to lift your legs up to your chest, they begin to lightly massage your hole with gentle fingers, teasing your muscles to relax. They relish your squirms as their fingers brush up and down your ass, the position you held your legs in placing an uncomfortable amount of pressure on your bloated tummy.

They lubricate their fingers and your fresh suppository generously, encouraging you to relax even more as they spread your hole and spread the slick liquid there. On a count of three, they push the suppository slowly into you, their finger slipping in all the way to the knuckle. You can't help but moan as they begin to slowly turn their wrist back and forth with a sly look, rutting the inside of your ass with the tip of their finger. You feel your muscles contract and relax at the internal stimulation, making the pressure of your impending movement even greater. They rub your butt and ask if you want another finger, to which you nod gratefully and eagerly as they spread some more lube on their digits.

They slid another finger into your ass, making you arch against the bed in ecstasy. The pressure and the effects of the suppository are moments away from making you shit, yet they encourage you to hold it for as long as you can, thrusting their fingers in and out of your hole. You twist and turn as your bowels tense up into cramps, and begin to push the first mass of your shit out against their fingers. With soft words of praise they keep working their fingers in and out of you until they're covered in your shit. When they slip their digits out, the great logs of shit are only broken by the bubbles of gas that explode from you, quickly building a mound of your sticky constipation between your legs. Relieved, you moan their name and thank them for their generosity. They help you from the bed and clean you up, rubbing your tummy while you take a hot shower, and slip you into bed for a nap.

[bluesest]

A frat house that only has one bathroom and the four roommates all have food poisoning

A Frat House

In certain Universities there are what are known as "Frat houses" which are basically social clubs for students, where they can share knowledge, study together, among others.

Many times only a few students show attention to these social clubs, and others use them as an excuse to meet with their friends, this was the case of four fellow students who call themselves Roomies.

Jhonny: he was the captain of the football team at his university, he had brown hair, several muscles and a big chin, his characteristic was that he never took off his football armor when he came to the frat house.

Henry: Just like Jhonny, he was part of the football team and also his only reason for joining the club was because of Jhonny who begged Henry to join, he is just as athletic as his captain although he doesn't use armor all the time.

Brad: We can consider him as the "Macho among machos" of the club, he usually doesn't give a damn, he has horrible grades in subjects and he got kicked from the football team, he joined the club because he thought it would be fun, he is the tallest of the place and has small traces of a beard, in addition to the fact that his entire body is hairy.

Stuart: He's your typical blond, muscle-free high school nerd, he joined the club because he thought it was serious, but now he just uses it to de-stress from student life.

A day like any other the boys were playing video games until Brad slammed the door open, Stuart said: "Oh come on! I told you if you keep kicking the door like that you're going to damage it and get us in serious trouble!" and Brad said: "Calm down little man, I brought a surprise... Taco Bell!!!", those words made the Roomies' eyes shine, Jhonny said: "Oh Wow Brad, how thoughtful of you!" and Henry added: "But, how did you get money to buy so many tacos if you spend the money on beers?..." to which Brad with a big smile replied: "Easy! I borrowed Stuart's credit card" and Stuart With the cue in his mouth he almost choked and said: "Who the hell told you that you can have MY credit card?" and Jhonny replied: "Calm down friend... nothing will happen if your parents are rich" and Stuart angrily replied: "Yes! but it doesn't give them the right to steal my card... that's a crime!" And Brad replied: "You know what else is a crime? These tacos! They are unbelievably good!" Stuart, somewhat annoyed, nodded and said: "At least you spent that money to buy us something to eat, normally we put up the money and all you give us are just a few empty beer cans..." comment that made the Roomies laugh.

Only 10 minutes passed when the several bags full of tacos that Brad brought were completely finished, Stuart was going for the last taco until he realized that: "BRAD! Why didn't you tell me that the taco had grated cheese? You know very well I'm very intolerant" and Brad with a full stomach said: "You make a lot of trouble just for a taco my little princess Stuart" and after that comment Brad burped shamelessly which made Henry start laughing at what Jhonny told him: "My friend, if you laugh just because of a burp, your taste in comedy must be very basic" and Henry replied: "That's not why... it's just that that burp reminded me of gas and I know that everyone eating tacos very soon that bathroom with a single toilet it will fill up" and Stuart added: "If that happens I'll use it first because my... erm... my feces will be more... urgent... with all that about my intolerance" and Jhonny alarmed He said: "GUYS SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" and a deafening silence filled the small room and suddenly Jhonny leaned a little and farted, Brad laughed out loud, Stuart just covered his nose and Henry said: "That's a demonstration of what will happen.. But in the meantime why don't we have some fun?" *PFFFT* that caused Brad to say: "Really Henry? You call that a fart? Look at this!" Brad stood up then squatted down for later: *PFFFFFFFTTTTT* everyone laughed except Stuart who said: "Do you really think that's funny?" to which Brad grabbed him and started moving him causing Stuart to fart wet and stinky, Brad laughed more and Stuart said "Well... I guess that's kind of funny..." to which Jhonny said :"Dude! Yours was really stinky!" and then Henry interrupted everyone, punched his belly and raised his fist to the sky to release a loud fart *PPPPPPPPPFFFFFTTTT* and then Henry added: "I could have done better!" and Jhonny answered: "Better than that?" *PFFFFFFFFTT* to which Brad said: "Dude, you almost stained your armor!" to which Jhonny replied: "Well... it won't be the first time that this armor has been filled with diarrhea" and everyone started laughing.

And so the next 20 minutes passed, with each one demonstrating their abilities to expel air from their big asses until the inevitable happened, Stuart farted quite messily that made the laughs stop and Jhonny asked: "Dude are you okay?" and Stuart just ran straight for the bathroom. 15 minutes had passed and there was no sign of Stuart, and the worst of all was that everyone in the club was starting to feel bad, Henry who could already feel the intense gurgling in his stomach decided to go check on Stuart, he went up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door: "Stuart, are you still there?" and Stuart sorely said: "I'm done... let me open the door for you" and when he opened it a heavy and disgusting air came out, Stuart embarrassed said: "Sorry for the mess" and Henry just told him not to worry and when he entered he saw that the toilet water was a dull brown and Henry said, "Hey... are you serious?" and Stuart with a serious face said: "Eat some tacos of dubious quality, also when I drink whole milk in 2 minutes I go to the bathroom just to expel white diarrhea... what did you expect?" Henry wanted to forget that description and closed the bathroom door to expel his diarrhea... *PPPFFFFFTTTT* and a large fountain of brown water came out of Henry's anus, luckily he got to the bathroom in time, but that didn't happen with the other two. Jhonny knocked on the door desperately: "Hey Henry, I know you're there, are you done? Is it that I also need to go urgently" to which Henry replied: "Sorry, brother... but those tacos take time to come out", Brad was behind him. Jhonny asked if the bathroom was unoccupied to which Jhonny replied no, Brad said: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen for the garbage can" to which Jhonny replied: "Are you crazy?" and Brad just said: "I'd rather shit in the trash than in my pants" and ran to the kitchen, grabbed the trash and got naked, a cascade of diarrhea began to hit the plastic. Jhonny could only accept his fate and saw the kitchen sink, ready he got up there and tried to take off his tight pants and unfortunately he did not do it in time and he ended up shitting in his white pants, in the end they all set out to clean the sink. Frat House.

[bluesest]

Could you do a story about a son pranking his dad with laxatives right before he has to go into a important meeting?

A Meeting

Jhonson was a robust father who takes care of his wife and his only son Elias, he works for an important company, he has a relatively high position and he is also always busy in meetings or working.

Elias was a teenager at that time and he was going through hormonal changes that affected his emotions, sometimes he is happy or sad for no reason and it began to bother him that his father never has time to spend with him or his mother so he decided to teach him a lesson.

Elias was in his room talking to a friend on his phone: "Yes bro, she is super *PLOP* hot", Elias: "What was that? Are you... in the bathroom?" and his friend said: "You got me! Actually I wouldn't have called you while I'm on the toilet but now I spend all day in the bathroom, if you know what I mean" and Elias curiously asked why and his friend said :"Well I...*PFFFTTT* I've been constipated so I tried this laxative and it's burning my ass", to which Elias said:"Hey friend, can I borrow that laxative? I want to play a little prank on my father" to which that his friend only answered yes.

Once Elias got the laxative he put it in the milkshake his father drank every day for breakfast, and just a few moments later his father arrived who as always said: "Good morning Elias!" to which Elias replied: "Good morning dad! What are you going to do at work today?" and while his father drank the milkshake he replied: "You know... the usual thing, do some reports and attend the investors' meeting, if something goes wrong they'll probably fire me..." and that last word resonated in Elias' conscience: "But couldn't you even leave that meeting to… you know… go to the bathroom?" to which his father replied: "If my bosses are in a good mood then yes, well I have to go, bye son and study hard at school!" and a nervous Elias could only say goodbye and pray that nothing bad happens.

Jhonson got into his car and when he closed the door, the first thing he did was fart long and loud: "Oh God... it's good that I could hold that fart until I got to the car, I don't want my son to know how smelly it's his father... but I guess genes make him smelly too hahahahha... Oh my... *COUGH* *COUGH* I better roll down the window." After that, Jhonson went to the corporate building where his friend and co-worker received him: "Hey Jhonson! You're going to the meeting, right?" and Jhonson replied: "Of course, you do have the graphs that you have to present, right?" and his friend said: "Relax! Everything will be fine!" and he slapped Jhonson on the back and... *PPFFFFTTT* and his friend said: "Wow I didn't know that... well... that would happen" and Jhonson embarrassed said: "Sorry! I think I have a cramp stomach or something... I'd better go to the bathroom first" and suddenly her alarm went off: "WHAT?! Is there a minute until the meeting?!?!?" and his friend added: "And what are you waiting for? We have to run!" Finally they arrived at the meeting where about 10 men dressed in suits were sitting at a long table, both companions cordially greeted the people in the room and then took seats next to each other. 10 minutes passed, a man was talking to everyone in the room but in Jhonson's head he could only think of the strong desire to go to the bathroom and due to that concentration a small fart escaped, the man who was presenting asked what it was about. that sound but nobody knew it and he continued with his talk, Jhonson's friend approached him and said: "Hey, behave, if they knew what that sound was, they would have decapitated us both... and thank me that I'm sitting next to you because that fart does stink but at least I don't think anyone else smelled it" and Jhonson replied: "I know! but I can't control myself, it all started in the morning and I think it was that shake that... *GURGLES* oh no... Hey help me, make some noise! ​​here comes a big one!" and his nervous friend said: "But what do you want me to do?!" and Jhonson could only say: "Here it comes!" and his friend quickly coughed loudly while the sound of the fart was camouflaged *PFFFFFTTTT* and luckily it worked, The friend apologized for the noise and continued the meeting, and Jhonson nervously confessed to his friend: "Hey... I think I shit my pants..." and His friend just said: "Well, just make an excuse and get out of here!" and Jhonson took courage and said: "Sorry for the interruption but I will have to be away for a few minutes because I forgot some papers" and quickly left the room praying that his diarrhea would not escape from his intestines.

Jhonson walked as fast as he could, but the urgency made him squeeze his buttocks, hindering his path, while he was walking a co-worker approached him and said: "You must be Mr. Jhonson, I just need your signature for these documents "And Jhonson could only deny giving the signature while he continued, in that another fart was released and the girl asked what was that sound to which Jhonson was nervous, he replied that it was just a broken printer. Finally he reached the executive bathroom, a bathroom only for the most important heads of the company where Jhonson found himself, the bathroom had three toilets and he chose the one in the middle, he quickly took off his belt and black pants revealing his white underpants with a small brown stain, and finally sat down on the toilet, Johnson just relaxed and let his ass do all the work... *PFFFFTT* *SPLASH* *SPLASH* *PPPFFFFFFFFTTT* *PFFFTTT* *PLOP* relief when he got a call from his friend: "Johnson! are you done yet?" and Jhonson relaxed said:"Nope, I'm just... *PPPFFFFFFFTTT* starting" and his friend said:"First of all that was disgusting, and second is that I'm about to present my graphs and you must be there to give your talk !" At that moment, Jhonson's little paradise turned into hell and with the desire to get there as quickly as possible, he pushed his intestines hard so that all the diarrhea that was missing would come out: *SPLAH* *PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PPPPPPFFTTTTTT* *PLOP * *PLOP* and out of nowhere his friend said: "Hey... the call didn't end..." and Jhonson, embarrassed, just apologized. He looked for paper and unfortunately there was no: "How could an important bathroom not have toilet paper?" but that didn't matter at that moment so Jhonson with great remorse used the sheets where what he was going to say at the meeting was written, just suffice it to say that the paper fell apart due to liquid diarrhea. He arrived at the meeting and apologized for the wait, luckily everything went well and the meeting finally ended, although Jhonson's diarrhea did not stop at that moment and the next day he was absent from work.

[outhousesitter]

A Special Spring Day Errand

It was a gorgeous late Spring morning, running some errands when my lower gut started sending me a message. Still had errands but could be done with a short detour to mall, the place of my favorite public restroom. My favorite because it almost out of public sight tucked away in the corner of the store’s men’s clothing department. Favorite because it was small with two toilet stalls, two urinals, never busy and dead quiet, the latter important for exercising my proclivities of enjoying the sound and smell created by a man on the toilet in animal mode having a movement.

Well, forget “never busy.” I entered to find both stalls in use and a guy waiting. I moved up beside him and started banter about the fine weather. Very personable and masculine attractiveness, 30ish. As I’m wont to do, checking out his butt nicely wrapped in faded Levi’s, rear seat seam disappearing into his ass cleft. It didn’t take long to pick up on the aroma of sweat his body was giving off. He was wearing an ID card, probably a worker in the mall. The gents in the stalls were not vacating. I could tell this man was getting uncomfortable shifting weight from one leg to the other. He walked over to one of the urinals, unzipped, started a stream of piss but there was another sound. He was releasing some gut gas into the seat of those Levi’s. Finished, he came back to wait and brought the aroma of that fart with him. Clearly the smell of a man ready to have a bowel movement and soon.

 Finally, one of the stall occupants flushed and left. My newfound “friend” quickly entered, closing the stall door behind him. I moved as close to the stall as possible without being seen. He unbuckled belt, unzipped and dropped the Levi’s to his ankles. What? No underwear? The sniffing value of those Levi’s just went up a notch. As soon as he sat down, the clear sounds of a slow hissing gut gas release into the toilet and a moist movement crackling out of his ass hole. Nice plop. A few grunts, the second movement crackled its way plopping into the toilet with a short fart. In a couple of seconds, a robust fart echoed in the room, another push and crackle of a third movement emerging. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped once. Fixed his pants. Leaving the stall he winked and said “have fun.” I hope he enjoyed his bowel movement as much as I did!

 I entered the stall. His musky body and fresh shit aroma still hung deliciously in the stall. The toilet was not flushed. There were his three dark brown well shaped movements in the bottom of the toilet, one partially covered with shit-stained toilet paper. Now I think I know why he said “have fun.” I decided to sit on the toilet and have a movement right on top of his.. Got up, didn’t wipe or flush that aromatic toilet full of shit and left.

 I hoped the guy who stayed in the one stall enjoyed the sounds and smells of two men in full animal mode.

[poopy1111]

Road Trip Pit Stop

Nate and Steve were brothers, about 10 years apart. Nate was in his early 30s, muscular with brown hair and a tightly cropped beard. Steve was in his early 20s and was a senior in college. He had a smaller build with short brown hair.

Nate had picked Steve up from college to take a road trip to their parents' home about 6 hours away. Before hitting the highway, they stopped for some coffee and a greasy fast food breakfast.

After about an hour, both guys started feeling the need to poop, but didn't say anything. While Nate was a shameless shitter, he wanted to drive as far as possible before making a pit stop. Meanwhile, Steve was pretty poop-shy.

About 2 hours into the trip, Nate decided to stop to refill the tank and take a bathroom break at a small gas station. They filled up the car and then parked it before heading into the station to use the bathroom.

When they entered, they found a small restroom with only one stall and one urinal.

"You can go ahead and use the urinal, buddy," said Nate.

"I, um, actually need the stall," said Steve, turning red.

"Me, too," said Nate. "You can go first. I don't mind waiting."

"Are you sure?" asked Steve. "I can wait for you to finish."

"Yeah, dude," said Nate. "You okay? You seem nervous."

"I'm just not a big fan of using public bathrooms for this," said Steve shyly, entering the stall.

Nate waited in the small bathroom while Steve lowered his boxers and jeans to his knees and took a seat. He remained completely silent for the next 3 minutes.

Steve finally let out a tiny fart and a stream of urine. Another minute passed.

"Any you speed up the process, Steve? I've really gotta go and can't wait much longer," said Nate.

"Sorry," said Steve. "I'm just nervous."

"Just let it out, dude," said Nate. "I'm about to do the same thing."

Steve hesitated for a few seconds and then released a huge sloppy shit. His farts thundered throughout the restroom.

"That's more like it!" said Nate.

Steve started to wipe up. After several passes, he was finally clean. He flushed and exited the stall, heading for the sinks.

Nate, who had been shuffling uncomfortably for a few minutes, burst into the stall, pushed his blue boxer-briefs and jeans to his ankles, and unleashed a loud and smelly shit with a huge sigh of relief.

"Told you there was nothing to be embarrassed by," said Nate with a chuckle as he began unrolling toilet paper.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Steve, hanging out by the sinks.

Nate wiped for the next 5 minutes before finally inspecting a clean sheet of toilet paper.

He exited the stall and washed his hands before heading back into the gas station with Steve to buy some snacks.

[bluesest]

A Colonoscopy

David was a 22-year-old man, brown hair, dressed in a light blue jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, and was wearing skinny blue jeans and white briefs. He has had an intestinal problem inherited from his father, it was not serious but if it was not monitored it could turn into something worse.

When David was a teenager he had had many colon exams, he would have even tried different enemas, but once he reached adulthood he was ready to go to the next level of testing his condition, he was going to have a colonoscopy. For this, he must make his feces liquid, there must be nothing solid in them to facilitate the tests, and to achieve this there are many options, the first being a diet based on liquids (soups) and the fastest of all would be through laxatives.

He consulted with the doctor in charge of the colonoscopy and gave David a laxative for horses, the doctor said: "With this laxative you only need a spoonful to release all the solids from your intestines." David took a spoonful right there in the clinic while the doctor recommended that he not have physical activity all day so that the laxative does not cause problems, and so David got in his car and prepared to return home. Already in the car, David felt several gurgles in his stomach, they felt like small bubbles that ran through all his intestines, David started the car and drove, the gurgles did not stop all the way and suddenly David felt a pain in his anus, He got in position and gassed "PFFFFfffftttt", the sound was that of a normal fart, his anus felt a little hot but the difference was the smell, when the aroma reached David's nose he felt disgusted, it was the first time one of his farts stinked so much that he was forced to open his car window to let it air out. Throughout the trip David began to sweat and also his stomach gurgles began to be louder, his farts were more frequent and more stinky until he arrived home. When he finally got out of the stinking car, his stomach pressure increased, it seemed as if he had eaten rocks, another short fart came out of him, David was alarmed when he felt a lump trying to get out of his ass and he ran home with difficulty, all the while. his marathon David began to pray that the lump would not come out of his intestines and stain his beautiful jeans, all this happened while he began to drench sweat all over his body. With effort he managed to open the bathroom door, he quickly undressed and sat on the toilet. His anus opened violently to let out a log of solid poop, it was completely black and of an enormous size, David could not do more than scream and push with all his might... "PLOP" the toilet water splashed with the weight and stained David's buttocks but this did not matter to him when he felt a terrible pain in his intestines, as if his rectum were a river, he began to spit out smaller solid poop logs, in total he spit out 5 pieces, each of them released much more easily than the first chunk of ginormous poop. David got up sore from the toilet and stared at the mess that almost clogged the toilet.

David left the bathroom thinking about the words of the doctor who said that the laxative would make his feces liquid, that means that experience was only the beginning and hoping for the worst he prepared himself so that the same thing would not happen again. He left the bathroom door open and in turn took off his shirt, jacket and pants so as not to stain them in case something happened and he only stayed in his underwear with the same panties that he almost stained last time and following the doctor's advice he settled into the sofa and try not to do much physical activity. While he was watching TV, a slight gurgling took over his intestines, without wasting time he reached the toilet walking calmly because although he did not feel like shitting, for him it is better to be safe than sorry. He took off his underpants and began to push, surprisingly his intestines had again generated a lot of poop in a short time thanks to the laxative, small pieces of solid poop came out of him and then a thick and hot diarrhea began to come out, the texture of his feces began to change drastically, David finished and saw the toilet, the water looked like a greasy brown paste with various lumps, David flushed and returned to the sofa. He was relaxed thanks to the system he devised and enjoyed his favorite comedy show, David began to laugh out loud but the smile was wiped from his face when by accident a fart escaped causing a torrent of diarrhea thick and hot as lava out of his buttocks ending up definitely destroying his favorite white underpants. Quickly David jumped off the sofa to avoid staining him too, with his right hand he held his stomach and with his left he held his butt to prevent the diarrhea from seeping through the holes in his underpants. Upon reaching the toilet, he undressed, his underwear fell from the weight of the thick brown soup that he held in his white cloths, he sat on the toilet and his anus exploded violently, the porcelain began to resonate with the colliding drops of diarrhea, David held his stomach with both hands as he clenched his teeth and eyes shut in pain, as the diarrhea began to subside David opened his eyes and saw that the entire bathroom was stained with stinky brown paste, all he could do is cringe. shoulders as he began to wipe his ass.

David at this time was completely naked and dedicated himself to cleaning the bathroom floor thanks to the mess that caused his stomach, He went to the kitchen to get more sponges when a great pressure settled in his stomach, this was already the last straw, the He felt how an uncontrollable fire began to burn in his rectum and David insisted on going to the bathroom without causing a disaster in the whole house, with all his strength he squeezed his bubble buttocks to prevent the diarrhea from coming out of his intestines, however at squeezing his buttocks prevented him from moving fast and forced him to have to walk like a penguin, that is, barely moving 5 cm per step. The pressure was increasing, David's forehead was full of sweat, his abdomen with some muscles was contracting, his buttocks were totally immobile and defined, his penis in the open air was shrunk and his legs were making the best possible effort to avoid his buttocks spread apart and cause a huge anal explosion. To get to the bathroom, he had to go up some stairs, this was the most difficult part of the journey, David felt how slowly the diarrhea began to seep through his buttocks but he finally managed to climb the stairs and only a few small drops of poop had left his body, the gurgling in his stomach they were incredibly strong, his anus was completely suffocated and tired thanks to the effort of not opening the floodgates, David felt the urge to fart but the situation wouldn't let him, he got to the bathroom and slower than ever he approached the toilet And all hell ended when his buttocks touched the hot porcelain of the toilet. Another anal explosion happened, this time the diarrhea was no longer thick, but 100% liquid, the effort that David exerted to expel all the poop in his intestines was minimal, however that doesn't mean it wasn't uncomfortable and painful, His anus was too small to expel all the liquid that had stagnated in his rectum. As David moaned a notification came to his phone, it was the alarm for the colonoscopy, David pushed with all his might to finish expelling all the diarrhea as quickly as possible before taking a bath while various farts echoed with the water in the shower. shower, he went to get dressed and this time he put on a black underpants, and in the end he got in the car and headed to the clinic.

David arrived at the clinic this time without stomach problems (Just a couple of short, dry farts) there the doctor was waiting for him who asked: "How did it go with the laxative?", David honestly replied: "TERRIBLE! I've shit on the floor, in my underwear and I have completely destroyed my toilet", The doctor started laughing saying that this laxative is taken a day in advance and he had forgotten that the appointment was for today, even so he started the colonoscopy , a metallic claw entered David's already battered anus, but he was not feeling well, again several gurgles began to resonate in his stomach, while on camera it was seen how David's intestine had some deposits of liquid diarrhea, and While the doctor continued to search for the foundations of David's hereditary disease, the patient each time felt that his stomach was going to explode and asked the doctor if he could go to the bathroom to which he replied in the negative. 5 minutes have passed and the colonoscopy had not finished, David felt that at some point he was going to explode, in that he decided to fart to relieve the pressure, and the attempt was successful, no diarrhea came out, but the camera he was stained with several drops of diarrhea, the doctor would have to clean the chamber and that was David's chance, however the fart only made his situation worse and the pressure was growing, at this moment David would only have a couple of seconds to go to the bathroom that was next to the room they were in, meanwhile the camera came out slowly to avoid causing any damage to the intestine. David was sweating, and the doctor could hear the gurgling of David's stomach, the desperate cry: "Doctor! Do it quickly, I can't take it anymore!" suddenly David began to moan and shout: "IT'S COMING OUT!", and just when the camera came out of David's rectum his anus exploded, it was all liquid, it stained the entire camera and the office floor, the doctor was stunned while David could only shit in a crawling position.

[bluesest]

A Chained Man

In Arizona, trucks are common especially in the arid parts of this state, a long way truckers travel to reach their destination, with the hot sun and the winds that crash from the dry desert and its hot sands. Even so, travelers and the few places of recreation in this place are not exempt from crime and its consequences.

It was 6 in the morning and a small gas station was opened, that place was run by two brothers, the one we will focus on is the younger brother Ethan: He was 21 years old, brown hair and somewhat skinny, Ethan shared the administration of the store with his older brother Nahte who shared certain similarities. That day was to restock the mini store at the gas station, the person in charge of this was Nahte, who had to go to the nearby city to buy what was necessary, something that would take almost a whole day to arrive and return, so he left his younger brother Taking care of the store, Ethan is used to this, it's not the first time that he has to take care of the business for a whole day. Nahte said goodbye to his brother and started in his small truck straight to the city while Ethan was left alone serving customers.

It was 7 in the morning and despite being a desert, the day was somewhat cold and that's why Ethan put on his blue jacket. A somewhat strange customer arrived that made Ethan worry and in the end his thoughts came true, the guy pulled out a gun and yelled: "This is an assault", Ethan was pale, he was never robbed without his brother by his side and although Ethan knew that there was no need to resist, his survival instincts kicked in and he tried to take the gun from the thief, while struggling several bullets were fired, damaging the place but fortunately neither of them got hurt. Due to the muscular difference between Ethan and the Thief, the attacker managed to get the gun back in his hands, angrily he decided to make Ethan suffer, he shouted: "Raise your hands and back", Ethan obeyed defeated and with the gun on his back He was led by the thief to the bathroom of the gas station where he took several chains that were around the place and tied Ethan in the bathroom near the toilet, and the attacker ran out.

Ethan tried with all his might to untie and free himself from the chains imposed by the Thief but without success, he was afraid that he would be trapped without water and with heat in a gas station bathroom, worst of all was that his older brother would return until very late at night, Ethan thought that the only way to get out was to ask for help from the truckers who would come to the bathroom, so with those tools they could free him. 2 hours had passed, at that moment Ethan was asleep and then he was woken up by the slamming of the bathroom door, help finally arrived, Ethan thought in his mind, The man who entered looked like he was between 30 and 40 years old, he had a persistent beard and he was really sweaty, when he looked up the trucker screamed and a fart came out of fright, he could see a thin and young man imprisoned by chains in a gas station bathroom. Ethan yelled, "Hey! Please, I've been robbed and tied up with these chains, please help me." The trucker had a worried face that Ethan thought he was scared, a gurgle could be heard and the trucker put his hand on his stomach and then farted powerfully, Ethan knew what would happen but he didn't want to admit it, the trucker said :"Child, listen to me, I'm going to help you but first I need to use the bathroom urgently!". Alarmed, Ethan said that it would be better for both of them to get rid of the chains first, the trucker thought the same thing and opened the bathroom door to look for his tools when a stabbing stomach pain attacked him, followed by a fart with the sound of a submachine gun came out and that did not stop coming out, the trucker screamed in despair, closed the door and got naked while the fart continued to sound, Ethan closed his eyes and the trucker while apologizing sat on the toilet.

A cold sound was heard, a sign that the trucker's fat sweaty butt finally achieved its goal, it serves as a metaphor that the monster that formed in the Trucker's intestines finally reached its destination carrying what his body wasted, the eternal fart which began when the trucker was at the bathroom door, it ceased to give way to a quieter and shorter fart, and although no gas was heard, the smell was unbearable, Ethan had deduced from the smell that the trucker had had breakfast Huevos rancheros, sausage, bacon and beer, and while the trucker was traveling he was eating fried food, Ethan obtained that deduction ability because it was not the first time that he had to smell the farts of truckers who were customers at the gas station, however, this It was the first time that Ethan saw a big and strong man like a trucker begin to shit uncontrollably, without a doubt a disgusting act that he wished he had never witnessed when he was around. in your bathroom. The smell became increasingly heavy and oxygen was scarce, the trucker was making an enormous force for the trunk sculpted by his food to come out of his big and hairy anus, you could hear small farts coming out of the trucker's stuck trunk, the man without warning he took Ethan's hand and grabbed it tightly, they both screamed, Ethan screamed from the pain and force exerted, while the trucker screamed from the satisfaction and pain. Suddenly the yelling ended and a strange sound was heard...*PLOP*.

Both Ethan and the trucker were silent, both embarrassed by what had just happened. Once the trucker finished his business he looked for some toilet paper but as expected there was none, Ethan told him that he could look for more paper if he freed him, the trucker had no choice but to humiliate himself again by going outdoors without pants and with an enlarged and sweaty anus, at least there was no one around. Meanwhile Ethan saw that the toilet hadn't been flushed and saw a solid log of poop the size of a school metric ruler, plus the log was a bit thick, obviously that must have torn the poor trucker's anus. The Trucker came back and brought some gigantic pliers, and with a lot of force, the trucker applied pressure with the pliers towards the chains, at that moment a long and loud fart came out of him but he didn't care, and finally the chains were destroyed and Ethan was released. The trucker apologized to Ethan for what he had to witness, fortunately Ethan understood that it was just an unfortunate occasion, they both shook hands, until the trucker's stomach growled again and he quickly sat down on the toilet, bowed his head and He grabbed his stomach with both arms, a large liquid diarrhea came out of it that echoed with the porcelain of the bathroom. Ethan, disgusted, ran from that place covering his nose, and after a while, Ethan kept his promise and gave the trucker a large package of toilet paper.

PS: This story was created thanks to the concept of a fan.