Let he without kink, throw the first shame

30 y/o. I'm into pretty much anything to do with the digestive system. No minors allowed.

[gurglesgasgrunts]

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What you’ll find on this blog:

scat, eproctophilia, eructophilia, omorashi, belly stuffing/feederism, as well as non-kink related nsfw stuff

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[bunkerair]

That erotic and vulgar sigh and moan people sometimes do after a fart, especially dudes.

It felt way more relieving and orgasmic then they'll ever admit to, and you can tell. Their whole body relaxes, sometimes a shiver accompanying that dirty release as they lifted their leg. Like you enjoyed that huh, I know that felt amazingly good. Freak.

[slay-ers]

I want to baby and feed a boy slowly over time, making him rich, filling home cooked meals and feeding them to him. Making sure he is full after dinner and maybe giving him some dessert as a reward for eating so well. Then I want to rub his full tight belly while he lays there sleepily digesting and plant kisses all over his belly while i praise him for being such a good boy.

[gurglesgasgrunts]

Nothing quite like having diarrhea and getting off to someone else having diarrhea on thisvid.. which is what I’m doing right now..

enjoy, buddy

[stevita]

FAT TROPHY HUSBANDS

[gurglesgasgrunts]

The thing abt being into scat is that while it’s fun, it’s so isolating. There’s people out there making fun of it for no reason while being very open abt other kinks. There are so many people in the queer and trans community(which I am also in) that’ll think I’m the most disgusting person on earth for something I can’t control.

Another thing is that everything scat gets taken down. It isolates me even more bc atleast all the content and engagement is proof that I’m not disgusting, that l’m not alone and there are people out there who gets me. When even that disappears I feel like the only person into this stuff.

This is rlly sad so I’m sorry if you read everything. Being into scat is mostly fun though.

yeah i hear ya

[gurglesgasgrunts]

Thisvid getting rid of the entire scat category really pissed me off ngl, it's like the best scat platform I've ever seen, we can't have anything 🫩

ikr it's a big loss. i mean yeah scat is pretty out there, but i don't know why it presents a legal challenge

[gurglesgasgrunts]

so thisvid is getting rid of their scat videos and there's a lot that i want to save. i found this browser and it makes downloading the videos so, so easy. like not to sound like an advertisement or anything but i highly recommend aloha

[grossgirl34]

So obsessed with all forms of medical EFRO/scat/poop stuff…here’s a Scenario I can’t stop fixating on

CW below the cut: scat, unwilling participants, medical language/scenarios

The idea of using someone in a demonstration video about irregular human defecation to educate about various bowel conditions such as constipation, impaction, diarrhea, etc….

I’m imagining an unwilling participant, maybe an involuntary patient of some kind, strapped into stirrups while I inspect her bum. “What are you doing?” She asks, looking at me. “Can you tell me what treatment I’m receiving?? Why am I here?”

She feels my fingers on the cheeks of her bottom. I pull apart the flesh, seeing her tightly wound anus flex at the sensation of air. “Stop it!!! What are you doing??” I feel her arms pull against the straps binding her to the table. Her legs attempt to thrash against the stirrup’s restraints.

“I need you to relax. It will make this all easier, I promise,” I say, standing up and taking a box of suppositories off the counter. I open the box, my back turned to the patient.

“What are those?” She asks, voice quivering, attempting to sound casual. “What is that?”

I smile over my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Take some deep breaths for me.” I place a large suppository the size of a baby carrot on the counter just within view of the patient, then walk to the medical closet in the corner. I take out a tripod and a camera.

The patient makes a whimpering gasp. “Why are you taking that out??” She asks. “What is that for??? Answer me!!!”

I set up the camera pointing at my nude patient, who is still wiggling in her restraints as if the tough straps will fall away any second. I can’t help chuckling to myself. I hit record, and the camera’s red light flashes towards my patient. I see her face go red. “Don’t film me like this,” she whines. “What the fuck??? Please don’t film me like this!!!”

I ignore her and return to the counter. I address the camera. “This video will be an instructional demonstration on the use and effect of a bisocodyl high-strength high-dose rectal suppository,” I say.

“What?!?!” The patient almost shouts, looking at me.

I smile at them then at the camera. “I think you’re feeling pretty crabby and cranky because you have to defecate,” I say knowingly. “We’ll fix that right up.”

While the patient protests, I unwrap the large suppository and dip it into a white tub of lubricant. “Make sure to wear clean gloves as you unwrap the suppository,” I say. “The type we’re using are these large ones specifically what this patient has been experiencing,” I pat her stomach while she rambles angrily to herself, trying and failing to hide her face from the camera. I can see her squeezing her bottom tightly and pathetically, as if she will be able to stop me from pushing the suppository inside her. “Which is overly hard and large stools due to improper defecation procedures and poor diet,” I continue. “This patient’s diet consists of mostly meaty, heavy, fatty foods and sugar. Not a lot of water, either,” I smile patronizingly at the patient. “And she has a bad habit of waiting too long to go poop. I’m sure after this experience she’ll be more likely to make smarter choices.”

“Stop it!!! Let me go, I’m serious,” her teeth are gritted and she’s staring daggers at me as I touch her knee lightly, holding the lubed suppository in my other hand.

“I can’t do that,” I say calmly. “You chose to eat unhealthy food and you chose to ignore your body’s cues,” I position the suppository at her quivering bum, which remains squeezed shut in vain effort. “And now it has to come out whether you like it or not.” I hear her whimper and shake. I put my free hand on her bum and pry her cheeks open enough to see her anus. I press the suppository against the muscle. Speaking to the camera, I say, “take your lubed suppository, and push it inside, just enough to get past the pointed tip.” I push the suppository forward and see my patient’s tight anus stretch slightly to accommodate it. She groans and i hear her sniffle. Her toes clench together in the stirrups. I continue pushing, slowly. “Push it in, in, in, until your finger has reached the knuckle,” I say, my pointer finger deep in my patient’s bottom. I feel the suppository hit something hard as I reach knuckle-depth. “With your finger inside, twist the suppository around to stimulate and distribute the medicine,” I say. I move my finger around, feel the suppository melt as it bumps up against the hard object. The patient is whining wildly, muttering objections, still pulling against the restraints. “No, no, stop it, stop it,” she whines.

“Slowly remove your finger,” I say as I pull out. When my finger is removed, it’s covered in lube, and dark flecks of brown around the tip. “These suppositories are strong and it’s likely the patient will feel the urge to defecate within 5 minutes. It’s important they hold the suppository in for as long as possible for maximum effectiveness, especially in severe cases,” I give the patient a knowing look. I address the camera while angling it down to make sure it has a prime upward shot, focusing on her anal area, while also proving a clear view of her face and her expressions. “The suppository works by lubricating and stimulating her rectal passage,” I explain. “The stool is very hard and large, so a lubricated stimulated anal muscle is required to safely defecate. It will help engage her muscles so her anal exit can accommodate what’s inside. For her, this will probably feel like a cramping belly pain that gives her an almost uncontrollable urge to bear down. Often, especially with feces this heavy and dense, patients say it’s like giving birth,” I laugh softly. “Your body wants to push it out so bad, you sort of become totally robbed of dignity.”

“Oh no,” the patient mutters to herself. I stand up. I see sweat appear on her brow. Her eyes are slammed shut. “Ow. Ow, my stomach.”

“It’s been five minutes and the patient is experiencing the effects of the suppository. If we look at the patient’s anus,” I use my fingers to spread her bum, which flexes and unflexes wildly. “We can see her attempting to hold the muscle tight as her body experiences a reaction to the drug. Her body is telling her to push and she’s resisting.”

“Get me out of here right fucking now,” she whines. “I’m fucking serious, this isn’t funny, my stomach hurts.”

“Can you describe what you’re feeling physically?” I ask her calmly. She barks out a laugh, but it’s tinged with panic.

“I’m not participating in your sick experiment,” she says. “Fuck off. Let me go. Let me go to the toilet.”

“The timer says the patient will need to hold it for another 5 minutes for maximum effectiveness,” I say. “Make sure to keep an eye on the anus. We don’t want the patient to begin effortful engagement of the anal muscles until they’ve held for 10 minutes.”

I wait and watch for the next 5 minutes while my patient whines and struggles. “Notice that the female patient’s vaginal opening has self-lubricated,” I say when there’s one minute to go. I point my gloved finger towards her glistening pussy, which practically throbs along with her flexing anus. “This is common especially when patients have large firm stools in the rectum. The stimulation can activate an arousal response.” I run my gloved fingers over her bare thighs and spread her pussy open slightly. I use my other hand to press a finger against her anus. It’s red and puffy now, doming out and sucking back in every second. She groans and I hear a grunt catch in her throat.

“It’s just about time,” I say to her and to the camera.

“Please,” she whines weakly, staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling. “Please just go. Turn off the camera and just leave me please, just for 5 minutes, leave me alone.”

I smile softly and run my hand along her arm sympathetically. “The timer is up,” I say. “The patient should be more than ready to begin unloading. They might feel hesitant at first, but the suppositories are designed to create urges that cannot be resisted.”

“Please get out while I poop,” the patient begs. She’s sweating, her eyes wide open staring at me. “Please don’t watch. Please. I can’t do that. Please just let me poop in peace and I promise I’ll immediately call you back in. I can’t hold it in, please PLEASE go,” tears pool in her eyes as she pleads. I smile when I see her anus very very slowly begin to expose a dark, black mass. With every breath, her ring of muscles flickers, pulling open ever so lightly and showing something hard and dry.

“Just let go,” I say to her softly. “You’re about to poop. You aren’t going to be able to stop it. Just give it and push it out.” She shakes her head.

“Please promise you won’t loo-oooogggghhhhhhhhgk-“ in the middle of her pleading, I see her eyes redden, her jaw slacken, and a throaty grunt escapes her mouth. She cuts off her last word with a guttural noise, and I see her stomach muscles contract. She’s pushing.

“Notice her anus, now,” I say to the camera. With her first involuntary push, her ring of muscle has gone taut around a thick, pebbly log of poop. “See how that one urgent push forced her bum to open up wide for the poop. We can tell from look and from smell that this has been inside her for a while. It’s very large in diameter and dark in color.”

The patient stops pushing and her stool retreats slightly, her anus pulling back and relaxing. “When she stops pushing, the stool holds the anal muscle in place,” I say. “At this point, she’s at the point of no return, meaning the stool is exposed enough at this point that she will not be able to successfully stop the defecation process until she has made a complete evacuation. Attempts to retain the stool will result in even stronger evacuation urges.”

“I can stop it if you leave now,” she heaves, her eyes squeezed shut. “I’ll do anything, please PLEASE just turn around. Plug your ears, turn off the camera, PLEASE!!” It’s hard not to be a little amused by her futile tantrum, but I also feel pity and sympathy for her. I put my hand on her knee and look into her eyes with a gentle smile.

“Here she goes again,” I say, as I see her composure crumble all over again while the next uncontrollable contraction sweeps over her. Her cheeks redden, the muscles in her face twitch, her eyes are unfocused, and a guttural noise of effort rumbles out of her throat. Every part of her body seems engaged in the push, every muscle squeezed in the shared goal of bringing forth her unnaturally large poop. I hear a crackling as the poop juts forward towards the camera, impossibly thick. Then a thunk: the first fat cluster of rocks the size of walnuts conks onto the tile floor. Her anus remains stretched wide around her poop, and a white trail of arousal drips from her vagina to slide down the hard dry surface.

The patient gasps as she releases her push, and her anus closes slightly, pulling back the blunt end of the thick poop. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she whines. “Oh my god….oh, I can’t stop, I’m poopinggggggnnng-“ she cuts herself off with another grunt. “Fuck, it’s all gonna come out,” she breaths in and out hard, so desperate and helpless, then gasps and grunts again. “It’s coming. GGGGGGRNNNG- I can’t stop pushing,” she whines. I keep my hand on her knee and watch while the thick trunk of her stool pokes further and further into the light, stiff and firm as a log, glistening and hard, progressing then retreating with each unrestrained grunt.

“It looks like the suppository is working exactly as intended,” I say calmly to the camera. “The patient is successfully defecating. Hopefully she’ll have some relief soon. But I think she’ll still be hard at work for a little while longer.” The patient is breathing in and out hard, staring at the ceiling with frustrated tears in her eyes. I hold her knees open and look at her bottom. Her poop breaks off again, another impossibly thick dense segment thudding to the ground. Another cluster of pebbles begins to inch forward, doming out her anus. I hear a deep groan that morphs into a whiny grunt. “Good job,” I soothe her.

“It’s too b-big,” she moans. “It feels like my body is pushing on its own. It h-“ she cuts herself off again to squeeze her eyes shut and grunt. Another stool thumps out of her, released from her tight, taut anal muscle. “It hurts….”

She squeezes out some smoother logs, though they are still very thick and require constant effort to evacuate them. Her inhibitions have been fully cast aside now — she contorts her face and clenches her fists while she works out two week’s worth of poop, grunting loud, whining like an animal, her anus reddened from being stretched so tightly.

“We can see her stools are becoming more uniform and smooth as she defecates; this means she’s hopefully close to empty,” I say while the patient is mid-push, watery eyes fixed forward blankly at the camera. “This has been hard work, hasn’t it?”

She lets out a huff of breath and nods, cheeks red and forehead glistening. “I’m almost done,” she says. “I can feel there’s more but it’s almost done…here it comes…PUSH….” She takes a massive deep breath and grunts low and long. She tilts her head forward to watch with me as one more thick shiny log is forced out of her bottom, crackling as it goes. It thunks onto the floor, and her bum is finally empty. Her anus flexes around nothing, the instinct to push still gripping her muscles. “Oh my god, I didn’t think I would survive that,” she sighs. “Ow, my bum is still trying to push!”

I giggle. “That’s common with suppositories as well,” I say to the camera. “Cramping and contractions should cease within an hour. If your patient struggles with constipation or bowel control it may be wise for them to wear a diaper for 24 hours after treatment, since their usual bowel functions may be impaired.” I look at her. “Do you think you’ll want a diaper?”

She has an uncomfortable look on her face and I can tell she’s still feeling the urge to poop. I smile. I turn off the camera and help her into a diaper. “Just in case there’s more in there. Or for peace of mind, at least.”

We look at her massive evacuation on the floor. “I can’t believe that was inside me,” she mutters as she pulls her pants on.

“That’s what’ll happen if you decide to neglect your bowel health, sweetheart,” I say. She smiles sheepishly. “I’ll want to see you back here in two weeks to make sure you’re having a complete bowel movement every day so we don’t end up having to do this again. Sound good?”

[grossgirl34]

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.

Anywayyy whos with me

[grossgirl34]

Posting about poop againnnn:)

Really into the idea of someone going to urgent care or the ER because they genuinely haven’t pooped in so long and are in immense pain. A is scared, not necessarily because they haven’t pooped, but because they know they’ll have to poop eventually, and whatever comes out won’t come out easily.

They’ve been sitting in the waiting area for a couple hours, breathing deeply and trying to relax and ignore the stabbing pains in their gut, when they feel a tiny stirring of movement somewhere inside. It’s a sensation like something is slowly descending, working its way through their body. No fucking way, they think. No way is my body finally going to cooperate while I’m literally in the hospital waiting room. They turn to their friend B.

“I think…I need the bathroom,” A says.

B makes a sympathetic face. “I know. The doctor will see us soon and hopefully get you some medicine to help!”

A shakes their head. “No, like. I think it’s coming now.” They swallow and cross their legs tight. The feelings of panic are getting more intense as a different kind of pain starts cramping their rectal and anal muscles. Their entire lower belly is getting sore and sensitive.

B’s eyes widen. “Oh…” they both look over to the public bathroom and see an OUT OF ORDER tacked to the door. B stands up and walks over to the desk. “Hi, is there any chance my friend can use a bathroom somewhere while we’re waiting?”

The nurse shakes her head. “We ask that patients refrain from using the toilet in case the doctor needs a urine or stool sample for diagnosis.”

“No, you don’t understand, my friend came here solely because they couldn’t poop, but they’re about to, so if we can just find a bathroom we won’t need to see the doctor,” B explains in a rush.

The nurse shakes her head again. “I’m sorry, they’re already checked in. You can leave the hospital to find another restroom but you’d have to check back in if you came back.”

B groans and looks around desperately, then returns to their seats. A is sitting straight up in their chair, holding their knees together, grimacing with sweat beading on their forehead. “I can’t fucking believe it’s coming right now, of all times,” they whine. “It’s been WEEKS. Why now?!”

“They don’t have a bathroom we can use,” B says worriedly.

“Are you serious?” A goes pale and grips the chair arms tightly. B nods.

A looks at the busy waiting room at the number of bored people sitting around. They whine slightly and bounce their knees. “It hurts so bad. I feel sick.”

“We can leave,” B says. “We can drive somewhere and find a public restroom.”

“What if I don’t make it?” A says, whimpering. “If I stand up, let alone walk, I don’t know if I’ll be able to…” they gulp. “Hold it in.”

“You’ve been holding it for weeks, just wait a few more minutes,” B says, helping A to their feet. The moment their bottom leaves the chair they gasp and let out little whines of pain, thrusting themselves forward to bend at the waist.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” they whisper. B holds their shoulders and looks worriedly around the waiting room. No one is looking at them, not yet.

“Small steps, easy steps, come on now,” B urges A forward towards the front doors, which seem so far away. A inches forward, still bent double, breathing in and out deeply. “Just breathe.”

They are starting to attract glances. Every few inches, A stops dead in their tracks, their entire body tensed and quivering. “I’m trying, I’m trying to stop it,” they whine into their hands. “It’s getting harder.”

“Try to focus on something else,” B says, knowing the situation is becoming hopeless. A middle aged woman sitting feet away is watching with curiosity. An older man a couple seats down from her is laughing softly, watching them over the top of a magazine. No one seems to be taking this as seriously as A and B. B tries to ignore them.

Then, in the middle of the waiting area, in full view of everyone, A wails. “OUCH!! Oh my god, my stomach, OW!” Without thinking, only in a desperate attempt to ease their pain, A drops to their knees and falls forward onto their hands, their bum hanging inches above the ground. “B, I’m gonna-“ suddenly A’s voice deepens and goes gravelly, like their throat is constricted. “Oh, it’s coming.” A stares blankly at the tile floor, oblivious to anything and everyone around them, and feels their entire abdomen clench in on itself, squeezing a fat monster poop toward their anus. The let a moan leave their lips. The sensation of pushing relieves the pain briefly, but it returns as soon as they catch their breath.

“You can still make it,” B hisses. “Come on, stand up. You can hold it in, let’s just make it outside, come on, you can do it.” They look around. They’re drawing much attention now. Rather than concerned, onlookers seem mildly entertained, even pleased to see someone besides themselves in distress in the hospital waiting room. The older man has moved closer and is bent over slightly in his seat, eyes fixed on A’s bottom inches from the ground like he’s checking if an accident has already happened. “Can you please mind your business??” B snaps. The man ignores them.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” A whines, attempting to lift themselves up off their knees. They remain bent double, but with one hand pressed between their buttcheeks. They can feel the muscles around their opening twitching and tightening. B helps them move a couple more feet towards the front door.

Then, a wave of sickening heat hits A in the face and cascades down their body. Their vision forms a tunnel. Their ears start to ring. Suddenly they shake themselves free of B’s grasp. A’s shaking fingers grip at the waistband of their pants and start tugging them down. A feels themselves drop into a squat as their bare bottom faces the busy waiting room. The moment their full weight presses into the squat, a furiously urgent push forces a guttural grunt out of their mouth. Then they feel it — the weeks-old poop starts to enter the world. A feels cool air on their anus as it begins unwrinkling, gaping open for everyone to see.

“A, A come on, you can still-“ B watches, horror-struck, one hand on A’s upper back and the other clapped over their own mouth. From above, they can see the muscles of A’s body bearing down in extreme, rhythmic effort. It’s too late. It’s happening. The older man and the middle aged woman are laughing quietly, like this is a sitcom rerun. People from across the room are muttering to themselves, catching glances.

A nurse runs over unfolding a pee pad. She places it under A’s bottom and then brings over a package of wet wipes and hands them to B. “Do you have any curtains or privacy dividers we can borrow for just a couple minutes??” B whispers to the nurse desperately. She makes a sympathetic face.

“I looked, they’re all in use,” she says. “If you think your friend can move a couple more feet, we can try to shield them behind the desk?”

“A, sweetie, let’s try moving again,” B pipes up. They look down at A, who’s shivering in a squat position. A shakes their head silently. B pulls on their arms but A is very still.

“They’re not moving,” B tells the nurse. The nurse pales and nods. She walks away to try and distract the other patients, but A is making too much of a scene.

Instinctually, A starts pulling their pants all the way off, breathing heavy, sweating like a hog. They toss their pants aside and then their body decides it’s time to get serious. They take in a quick, deep, shaky breath and then push, the kind that announces itself with little repetitive grunts like hnng hnng hnnnnng. “It’s coming out,” they gasp, as their anus crackles all the way open, stretched and taut. B sees the blunt head of a dry, clustered stool poking out millimeter by millimeter. It retreats in and thrusts out with every guttural noise of effort from A. “Oh my god. It’s happening. I’m g-going,” A sounds petrified with shame and desperation, their voice half-strained. They stare straight forward not focused on anything, unaware that people directly across the room are watching their face twist up in effort. They can barely sense anything happening except their body’s involuntary process. “Oh my god I don’t want to poop,” they grunt as the first inch of their poop breaches their ring and begins filling the air with weeks-old stink. Then, in a whiny strained tone, “I’m pooping. I’m going poop- hmmmgggng-“ they bend forward even further, sticking their bottom upward into the air as a contraction takes hold of their muscles. “Please don’t look, hide me,” A moans as they suddenly become aware of their surroundings. They look desperately at B. “Hide me,” they beg again.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry, there’s nowhere to hide you,” they say gently. A moans fearfully and tries to bury their face in their elbow.

“So much p-poop,” A groans as they submit to their body’s urge to push again. They grunt, bear down, and feel their anus stretch around the widest section of their stool. It hurts, but there’s a slight pleasure in it, a distinct relief at being forced open while expelling waste. They mutter nonsensical, childlike observations like chants: “I’m going, I’m going, I’m going,” then, “I’m making poop, I’m finally pooping.”

Fat, dry chunks thud onto the pee pad. With every piece loosened, another wide log slides forward to take its place. B rubs their hand over A’s back as they watch, still horrified but grateful for their friend finding relief. “Gotta push,” A sputters out when another absurdly thick stool slowly stretches out their ring. “Gotta push. Pushinggg…” A choked grunt comes from their throat. B leans back to check their friend’s progress and tries to ignore the onlookers, who are murmuring more than even. B watches the pebbled tip of the log press into the pee pad with A’s long, drawn out push. “You’re doing so good,” B says. “You’re pushing it all out. Keep pushing.”

A is panting like a dog when the log snaps off and thumps down. “It’s g-getting easier,” they say. “I think…almost done…” they readjust their stance, then grab B by the arm and look up at them. B watches how A’s eyes subtly unfocus, how their lips part just slightly while they bear down. A feels a smoother, still fat and solid poop slide out of them. “Hnnngngm…” they grunt while B smiles at them. “My bottom is so sore,” they say through deep breaths. “Okay, one more push I think.”

B watches A draw in a breath and then go still, red in the face, making eye contact with a random nurse across the room. “There it is,” they grunt. A slow, wide log drops to the ground.

The nurses help clean up A’s mess and then B and A leave the hospital sheepishly. A sleeps the whole way home, one hand on their now-empty belly.

[grossgirl34]

What positions do you like someone pushing to poop in?

Omgggggggg so many

• On their back with legs spread and pulled back is the GOAT to me. Getting to see the pooper’s expression and how it changes as they poop is PEAKKK. It’s such a vulnerable position too and that makes it even better

• On their side, laying down, legs together, holding their bottom open while they go. This is so good to me bc it’s relaxed, casual, and almost sensual. Like it could almost be an accident, like the urge to push it out just snuck up on them while they were relaxing. Watching the hole jut out while they push like that is just so hottt

• Standing up!!! Controversial haha but I think it’s so arousing to think of someone trying so hard not to poop, standing straight up trying to hold it in, but then feeling their hole expand anyway as a fat dry poop fights its way out. I think about the pooper being forced to bend their knees slightly as they realize they’re pooping and they have no choice. They grumble and grunt and whine as they just barely tilt their hips back so the big poop can poke hard into their pants.

• On all fours with elbows on the ground is particularly hot to me in medical situations. Having your bum up in the air makes pushing a bit harder and also more engaging to watch in some ways. You’re watching the poop fight against gravity. I also think about a doctor using gloved fingers to help coax the poop out, or administering a suppository in that position.

Those are some!!! I love so many positions.

[gurglesgasgrunts]

hey ! i thought i was tripping but thank you for posting that notice from thisvid, here and there over the past few weeks i’d been tryna look for my usual searches and was wondering why nothing came up.. now i know 🙃 well that fucking sucks, there were plenty of scat videos for example that i favored that were not “extreme” guess that doesn’t matter tho :/

Yeah, it's sad. Save what you can, i guess

[gurglesgasgrunts]

thisvid is getting rid of all the scat videos in 90 days and not allowing any new uploads. what a travesty. gotta screen record all the hits and never bother using the site again

[gurglesgasgrunts]

for those asking:

[gurglesgasgrunts]

thisvid is getting rid of all the scat videos in 90 days and not allowing any new uploads. what a travesty. gotta screen record all the hits and never bother using the site again

[gassysymphony14]

This might just beat my Valentine's Day comp for "Worst Case of Gas I've Ever Had"...

It turns out that if you stuff your lactose intolerant tummy with junk food, a whole tub of ice cream, a LOT of inulin gummies, then add yogurt with oats and beany chili with lots of melted cheese to the mix...you get a very persistant and unsubtle case of gas...

Follow my very gassy day as I wake up around 3-4 am after farting myself awake and laying down trying to rip as much as I can before I have to go into work...and then continuing to rip massive farts as I get ready in the bathroom (keep an eye out for another cheek flapper ;) )

Once I get home after holding in about 20,000 pounds of gas pressure I lay back in bed to try to soothe my poor bloated and rumbly tummy, but eventually I decide to just get out of bed and go about my day. The farts were literally NONSTOP...once I sat down at my computer it became a bit of a hassle to keep getting up to record so I just filled my computer chair with warm, fetid dairy gas for the rest of the day...

It was so bad my housemate even asked "What is giving you so much gas?" after I came out of the bathroom...they have no idea that I'm making this kind of content hehe...

But yeah this video is almost 10 minutes long. Lots and lots and lots of massive farts for you to enjoy. Please let me know what you think! 😘