hey computer...show me someone stuck in traffic and their stomach is rumbling and their lower gut is hurting like hell. show me them having cold sweats and whimpering ad clutching their stomach. hey computer show me someone messing themself while stuck in traffic bc lunch didnt sit well with them and theyre stuck during rush hour so theyre forced to sit in their mess. computer show me how relieved they are that the pressure and pain in their lower gut is gone but now they gotta sit in their own mess for the foreseeable future. computer can you hear me
Woke up this morning SO desperate to poop that I could feel it threatening to come out. Literally had to put a hand between my cheeks so I wouldn’t poop in the hallway but I literally felt it coming out a little bit omw to the toilet.
My hole was pulsing like crazy it was so hard to walk. I was letting out so many farts down the hallway and I was so scared that one wrong fart was gonna lead to a BIG accident. I ALMOST shat myself when I SAW the toilet it was so bad.
As soon as I took my pants off I was literally letting out loud and wet farts and diarrhea. It was so bad I literally couldn’t stop. I was praying no one heard me. I looked at my panties and I saw that I did poop a little bit in them, must be a fart :(
Liam had been tossing and turning in his sleep, but not due to any kind of nightmare or stress. Last night’s curry was doing somersaults in his guts, and he was about to be in for a rude awakening.
His alarm went off like normal, and he went to snooze it as normal. However, just as he was about to slam his hand down onto the button, he was stopped by a sharp pain that rippled through his guts. Liam winced in pain, but he tried to write it off as nothing and go back to sleep. This quickly proved impossible, as a persistent aching kept him from drifting off again.
Liam decided it was about time he got up and ready for his day anyway, so he sat up and started scrolling through his phone. He looked through photos posted by his friends’ and girlfriend, liking each in turn. ‘Click’, ‘click’, ‘click’, ‘THRRRRRPP!’ An unexpected fart erupted from between Liam’s asscheeks, and it reeked. ‘Not a good sign,’ he thought to himself. He was feeling lazy, though, so he decided to stay and scroll some more instead of taking himself to the bathroom.
The boy continued to browse through his phone, while he unleashed more putrid-smelling farts from his arse. A sharp pain ripped through his guts and an unmistakable feeling swiftly gathered in his rectum. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, “I already know this is gonna be a- brpppt- nasty shit.” He got up and made his way to the bathroom.
When Liam tried opening the bathroom door, his face dropped upon the realisation that it was locked. He put his ear to the wood, where he could hear the shower running on the other side. It must've been his sister.
Liam knocked frantically on the door and shouted through the wood, "Hey, Cassie, how much-" another wet fart rippled from his arse, "Eughh! Cassie, how much longer are you gonna be?"
"I've just got in the shower, wait your turn!” she responded.
Liam didn’t think he could wait long. He stuck his hand onto the wall and bent over as a wet splatter painted his boxers a grotesque shade of brown.
"Cassie, please! I'm shitting myself!" he cried out as another explosive round of gas launched another round of liquid out of his hopelessly clenched asshole.
No response.
"No!" Liam moaned as his hole forced open and flooded his boxers with wet shit, "I can't do it! I can't hold it!" The floodgates burst and a final round of explosive gas sent diarrhoea dripping down his legs.
The door finally opened and Liam barged past his sister and collapsed onto the toilet bowl. He felt like his guts were falling from his backside as he unleashed a torrent of disgusting misery into the toilet bowl.
When it was finally over, Liam sat sweating and shaking on the porcelain throne, he looked over to his sister whose mouth was gaping open in horror, then to the trail of brown smudged across his bathroom floor.
I want to have a fake safe word so that I can still use the real one to stop the scene if somethings wrong but I can also tell the fake one so that my dom can ignore it and I can feel like I’m out of control. They’ll tell me how it’s too late to use it and that I’ve already gotten them too riled up to make them stop now and they’ll just keep pounding while I cry.
You know those blowjobs where he strokes your hair and moans under his breath? While you look at him straight in his eyes? And tells you you're such a good girl and how proud of you he is? And grabs your hair and shoves his cock down your throat? And tells you how beautiful you look with a mouthful of his cock? And he pushes you to your limits? Yeah. Those are my favorite.
i wrote this webpage that walks u thru looking after yourself when you know a thought is making you spiral. deployed it publicly bc i wanted it on mobile and i thought other people might like it too
I wish tentacle monsters were real so fucking bad. Being strung up and unable to fight back as long appendages grope and prod at your holes. Secreting a slimy substance that makes you feel warm and tingly. Pressing deep inside you, twisting and writhing, hiting places you didn't know existed. More and more tentacles force themselves inside, stretching you beyond belief. One snakes down your throat. You're bounced around helplessly as it fucks you for hours. It doesn't quit until each tentacle unloads itself inside. Your stomach swells all the cum, and when the tentacles retreat your holes gush with it. You're left broken and used on the cold ground, but you almost wish it never ended.
