Diarrhea kink stories

26. Writer of stories about diarrhea and farts, I speak Spanish and some English, i acept ideas, If you want to chat just send me a DM

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The life of an influencer has never been easy. The lights, the cameras, and the content has to be entertaining and innovative. Mike dedicates all his time to uploading stories to his social media about his lifestyle and his different hobbies.

Mike is a tall, slim guy with light eyes and blond hair. Creating content is relatively easy when you have a profile like that. However, someone like that can't have it all. He's lactose intolerant; a little milk in his coffee would send him to the bathroom all day, and his condition had caused him several problems and accidents.

Mike: “Hey guys, that's all for today. Don't forget that I'll soon be promoting a cool new luxury clothing line. Don't forget to tune in to see all the details.” He ended the broadcast and started stretching his arms. His life as an influencer is sometimes quite demanding, time is limited, and everything has to be perfect.

His life as an influencer is sometimes quite demanding, time is limited, and everything has to be perfect. Axel: “Don’t forget we have to be at the event at 4 o’clock tomorrow. I don’t want any mishaps.” Mike: “You don’t need to remind me. I have all my clothes ready for the event,” he said while yawning. Being a manager isn’t easy, and Axel always strives to make everything as flawless as possible. However, even he couldn’t have been prepared for the disaster that was about to unfold.

The day of the event arrived, and Mike was somewhat tired since the previous day’s broadcast had ended quite late.

Mike: “I’m so tired. Where are my clothes for the event?”

Axel: “They’re all stored on the shelf. Don’t forget, these clothes are borrowed. They’re designer, so they can’t have stains or tears.”

Mike: “Sure, whatever you say.” They drove to a luxurious Italian restaurant, famous for its pasta. However, Axel had to attend to some pending matters, so Mike was left alone. The menu used many terms in other languages, making it difficult to decide.

Mike: “Carbonara… What’s in this?” He asked the waiter.

Waiter: It has pecorino, guanciale, and black pepper.

Mike had never heard of pecorino before, so he ordered it without thinking. What he didn't know was that he had ordered a pasta dish with cheese.

Mike: "Excellent, I'll have that one." The waiter arrived with a large plate of pasta.

Mike: "This is really good, I could write a review of this place." Mike quickly finished his lunch and went with Axel to a coffee shop near the event to get coffee to go. He knew he couldn't drink dairy, but he substituted it with other products.

Mike: "Give me a latte with almond milk." Barista: "What's your name?"

Mike: "Don't you recognize me? I'm Mike." Barista: "Okay, you can come to the counter to get your order." What Mike didn't expect was that the place was crowded, so the barista didn't hear his order properly and made him a latte with regular milk. Axel: “Take your order and let’s go, I don’t want to be late.” Mike: “I’ll be right there.” They both got in the car and headed to the event. Mike was in a hurry, so he quickly drank his coffee. Once in the car, Mike felt a slight discomfort in his stomach. It wasn’t good news, so he let out a small fart to relieve the pressure.

Mike: “Can you open the window a little?” he said, a little nervously.

Axel didn’t catch a whiff of it, so he didn’t suspect anything.

The trip started to get worrisome. Mike was starting to feel unwell, and slowly, he began to fart more frequently.

Mike: “It must be nerves. It’s a big event, there’s a lot of publicity, I can do this,” he said to himself. He lifted one leg slightly and slowly let out a long, silent fart.

PRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT His luxurious suit was slowly starting to smell like rotten eggs, and the farts were becoming more and more frequent. PRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT The pressure in his stomach was increasing, the grunts were more frequent, and he felt like a waterfall of lava was trying to escape from his round ass.

Mike: “Damn it… I need to go to the bathroom now…” Having just arrived at the event, they were greeted by a large number of journalists. The situation was escalating, and Mike was clenching his butt to avoid any embarrassing accidents in front of the entire audience.

Journalists: “Hello, now that you’re a new ambassador for luxury clothing, what do you think of everything that’s going on here?” Mike took a deep breath and smiled nervously for the camera, his arms glued to his sides. He was making a great effort not to fart during the interview.

Mike: “It’s… a great honor to have been chosen… I think these are wonderful products and I want to show them to the world…” A sharp cramp, like a punch to the stomach, shot through Mike, and a liquid fart escaped his ass. “Damn…” Fortunately, no one had heard the fart over the noise at the event, but the smell was starting to become noticeable. “I have to go… I hope to see you all inside to give more details about everything that’s coming.” Axel: “What’s wrong? You didn’t follow the script,” he said, a little annoyed.

Mike: “I need to take a shit, I think… My latte had regular milk” he whispered as he let out another loud fart. PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT Axel: “Damn… I’ll see what I can do, but hold it and don’t ruin anything. Go to the event bathroom, but be discreet.” Mike hurriedly entered the event, and several people approached him to talk. They were waiting for his opinion on the products they were promoting. Mike: “They’re very comfortable… I love the shoes, they’re very comfortable and stylish.” Another cramp prolonged his agony, and a stream of shit began to fill his boxers. “Ah… the boxers are very… nice… I hope to see you another time on my channel to talk about all this…” He quickly ran to the event bathroom only to find it packed, with a very long line to get in. All the celebrities were putting the finishing touches on their outfits, and Mike could barely contain his enormous load. His efforts to appear calm and Serious attempts weren't much help. He glanced surreptitiously around while regularly bouncing on his knees and trying to rub his stomach to relieve the pressure, but the farts were becoming more and more frequent.

Mike: "It's taking too long… I can't hold it…" PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT A long, wet fart followed by sharp cramps made the wait interminable, and his luxurious boxers were paying the price. Then, in the distance, he saw Axel signaling to him. He left the line, watching people complain about the stench, until he reached Axel.

Axel: "There's a dressing room nearby. You can use it, but be quick and discreet."

Mike: "Thanks…" He quickly followed Axel's instructions and headed to the dressing room.

Mike: "So luxurious… I wonder whose it is." PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFTTTT There was no time for questions. He quickly went to the bathroom until he realized he was with Key.

Mike: “This can’t be happening, this has to be a joke.” He spotted a trash can in the distance, then an idea crossed his mind. He pulled down his pants and his boxers, which were ruined, and a cascade of hot diarrhea shot out of his ass. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT Mike: “Ahhhhhh…” He let out a moan of pleasure until he realized the trouble he was in.

Mike: “What am I going to do…” PRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT He undressed, wiped his ass with his boxers, grabbed the trash bag, and quickly left the place.

Mike: “Axel, we have to get out of here.” Axel sighed, and they quickly left. Mike, meanwhile, ruined all the designer clothes he had borrowed. The Carbonara and the Latte were still wreaking havoc on his stomach, so he shat in the car. Fortunately for him, there were no other people around. journalists nearby, so he spent the whole night in his bathroom taking a shit.

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La vida de influencer nunca ha sido fácil, las luces, las cámaras y el contenido debe ser entretenido e innovador, Mike dedica todo su tiempo subiendo historias a sus redes sociales sobre su estilo de vida y sus diferentes hobbies.

Mike es un chico alto, delgado, ojos claros y cabello rubio, realizar contenido es relativamente fácil cuando se tiene un perfil así, sin embargo, alguien así no puede tener todo en la vida, el es intolerante a la lactosa, un poco de leche en su café lo tenía todo el día en el baño, y su condición le había traído varios problemas y accidentes.

Mike: “Hey chicos, esto es todo por hoy, no olviden que pronto estaré promocionando una nueva y genial línea de ropa de lujo, no olviden conectarse para ver todos los detalles”, cortó la transmisión y se puso a elongar sus brazos

Su vida de influencer a veces es bastante demandante y los tiempos son acotados y todo debe ser perfecto.

Axel: “No olvides que mañana debemos estar a las 4 en punto en el evento, no quiero contratiempos”

Mike: “No necesitas recordarlo, tengo toda la ropa lista para el evento” dijo mientras bostezaba.

El trabajo de un representante no es fácil y Axel siempre trabaja para que todo sea lo mas impecable posible, sin embargo, ni él podía estar preparado para el desastre que iba a ocurrir.

El día del evento había llegado y Mike estaba algo cansado ya que la transmisión del día anterior había terminado bastante tarde.

Mike: “Que cansancio, ¿dónde está la ropa del evento?”

Axel: Esta todo guardado en el estante, no olvides que esa ropa es prestada, es de diseñador entonces no puede tener manchas ni romperse.

Mike: “Claro, lo que tu digas”

Salieron en auto a un lujoso restaurante italiano, famoso por sus pastas, sin embargo Axel debió ir a atender unos asuntos pendientes entonces quedó Mike solo, el menú usaba muchos términos en otros idiomas entonces fue difícil decidir.

Mike: “Carbonara… ¿Qué trae esto?” Le preguntó al camarero.

Camarero: Tiene pecorino, guanciale y pimienta negra.

Mike nunca había escuchado el pecorino antes, entonces lo ordenó sin pensar, lo que el no sabía es que había ordenado un plato de pasta con queso.

Mike: “Excelente, pediré ese”

El camarero llegó con un gran plato de pasta.

Mike: “Esto está muy bueno, podría hacer una reseña de este lugar”

Mike rápidamente terminó su almuerzo y se dirigió con Axel a una cafetería que había cerca del evento para comprar café para llevar, el sabía que no podía beber lácteos, pero los reemplazaba por otros productos.

Mike: “Dame un latte con leche de almendras”

Barista: “¿Cual es su nombre?”

Mike: “¿No me reconoces? Soy Mike”

Barista: “Ok, puede pasar al lado del mostrador para recibir su orden”

Lo que Mike no esperaba es que el lugar estaba lleno de gente, entonces la barista no escuchó bien su orden, entonces preparó un latte con leche normal.

Axel: “Toma tu pedido y vamos, no quiero llegar tarde”

Mike: “Voy enseguida”

Ambos subieron al auto y se dirigieron al evento, Mike estaba apurado entonces bebió rapidamente su café.

Una vez en el auto, Mike sintió un ligero malestar en su estomago, no eran buenas noticias entonces soltó un pequeño pedo para aliviar la presión.

Mike: “¿Puedes abrir un poco la ventana?” Dijo un poco nervioso.

Axel no alcanzó a sentir el olor, entonces no sospechaba nada.

El viaje empezó a ser preocupante, Mike empezaba a sentirse mal, y lentamente se fue llenando de pedos.

Mike: ”Deben ser los nervios, es un gran evento, hay mucha publicidad, puedo hacerlo” dijo para si mismo, levantó ligeramente una pierna, y lentamente soltó un largo pedo silencioso.

PRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT

Su lujoso traje lentamente empezaba a apestar a huevos podridos y los pedos eran cada vez mas frecuentes.

PRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

La presión en su estomago era cada vez mayor, los gruñidos eran mas frecuentes y sentía como una cascada de lava buscaba salir por su redondo culo.

Mike: “Maldición… necesito ir al baño ya…”

Recién llegados al evento fueron recibidos por una gran cantidad de periodistas, la situación iba escalando y Mike estaba apretando su culo para no tener algún accidente que pudiera avergonzarlo frente a todo su público.

Periodistas: “Hola, ahora que eres un nuevo embajador de ropa de lujo, ¿Qué te parece todo lo que sucede aquí?”

Mike respiró profundamente y sonrió nerviosamente para la cámara mientras tenia los brazos pegados al cuerpo, estaba haciendo un gran esfuerzo para no soltar pedos durante la entrevista.

Mike: ”Es… un gran honor que me hayan elegido… creo que son productos maravillosos y quiero mostrarlos al mundo…” Un fuerte calambre que se sintió como un fuerte puñetazo en el estomago azotó a Mike y un pedo liquido se escapó de su culo. “Diablos…” Afortunadamente nadie había escuchado por pedo por el ruido en el evento, pero el olor empezaba a sentirse. “Debo irme… espero verlos adentro para dar más detalles de todo lo que viene”

Axel: “¿Que sucede? No seguiste el libreto” Dijo un poco molesto.

Mike: “Necesito ir a cagar, creo que mi latte tenía leche con lactosa” Susurró mientras soltaba otro ruidoso pedo.

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Axel: “Rayos… veré que puedo hacer, pero aguanta y no vayas a estropear nada, pasa al baño del evento pero se discreto”

Mike apresuradamente fue entró al evento y varias personas se acercaron a hablarle, esperaban su opinión al respecto sobre los productos que promocionaban.

Mike: “Son muy cómodos… adoro los zapatos, son muy cómodos y elegantes” Otro calambre extendía su agonía y un chorro de mierda empezaba a llenar sus boxers. “Ah… los boxers son muy… agradables… espero verlos en otra ocasión en mi canal para hablar de todo esto…”

Rapidamente fue corriendo al baño del evento para darse cuenta que estaba lleno y había una fila larguísima para poder entrar, todos los famosos estaban haciendo los últimos retoques a sus atuendos entonces y Mike apenas podía contener su enorme carga.

Sus esfuerzos por parecer tranquilo y serio no eran de mucha ayuda, miraba disimuladamente hacia los lados mientras regularmente saltaba en sus piernas y trataba de sobar su estómago para aliviar la presión, pero los pedos eran cada vez más constantes.

Mike: “Falta demasiado… no puedo aguantarlo…”

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Un largo pedo húmedo seguidos de fuertes calambres hacían la espera interminable y sus lujosos boxers estaban pagando el precio, hasta que a lo lejos vio a Axel haciéndole señas, salió de la fila viendo como la gente se quejaba del hedor hasta llegar a donde se ubicaba Axel.

Axel: “Hay un camerino cerca, puedes usarlo pero se rápido y discreto”

Mike: “Gracias…” Rapidamente siguió las instrucciones de Axel y se dirigió al camerino.

Mike: “Cuanto lujo… me pregunto de quien será”

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No había tiempo para preguntas, rapidamente fue al baño hasta que se dio cuenta que estaba con llave.

Mike: ”No puede ser, esto debe ser una broma”

Divisó a lo lejos un basurero entonces una idea se cruzó por su mente, se bajó los pantalones y sus boxers que estaban arruinados y una cascada de diarrea caliente salió disparada de su culo.

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Mike: “Ahhhhhh…” soltó un gemido de placer hasta que se dio cuenta del problema en el que estaba.

Mike: “Que voy a hacer…”

PRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

Se desvistió, limpió su culo con sus boxers, tomó la bolsa de basura y salió rapidamente del lugar.

Mike: “Axel debemos salir de aquí”

Axel dio un suspiro y rapidamente se fueron del lugar, Mike por su parte arruinó toda la ropa de diseñador que le habían prestado, la Carbonara y el Latte seguían haciendo estragos en su estomago entonces se cagó en el auto, afortunadamente para el no habían periodistas cerca, entonces pasó toda la noche en su baño cagando.

[soupy-hotel]

why is there something so attractive about the phrase "I can't stop farting!" ?

[jereckex]

Explosive revenge

Nate and Ryan are two classmates at an all-boys high school. The atmosphere was always very divided between the organized, studious, and diligent students and the jocks, who were extroverted, chaotic, and did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

Ryan was the captain of the volleyball team. Tall, blond, toned, and with a perfect butt, girls came from other schools to watch him play and have the chance to talk to him. Sports were his only strength since he was very lazy when it came to studying and always hovered between passing and failing, but he didn't worry about those details.

Nate, on the other hand, was one of the studious ones, basically a nerd. He wasn't very tall or very short, he was very thin, and he had a delicate face, making him the perfect target for the jocks, especially Ryan, who always took advantage of him to do all his homework and constantly bothered him, basically like a bully. These attitudes were starting to get on Nate's nerves.

Ryan: “Hey nerd! How’s that report I asked you for coming along?” He said mockingly while laughing with his friends.

Nate: “Sorry… I’ve been a little busy with studying.”

Ryan: “We’re supposed to be a team!” He reached up to Nate’s shoulder and, with his free hand, gave him a wedgie.

Nate: “Ow!” Embarrassed, he adjusted his underwear and spoke quietly. “I’ll have your homework done tomorrow.”

Ryan: “You better be, nerd!” He lifted one leg, grabbed Nate’s face against his butt, and let out a loud fart. “Hahaha! See you tomorrow.”

Oliver, a friend of Nate’s, saw the situation looking quite worried and went over to check on his friend.

Oliver: “Nate, are you okay? You should stop doing everything that idiot tells you to.”

Nate: “It’s not that easy. I wish I were stronger than him, but that’s impossible. I’ll just have to put up with him until college starts.”

Oliver: “How about you play a prank on him? Just be discreet.”

Nate: “Maybe you’re right, but I’m going to need your help.”

Oliver: “Sure.”

Being classmates, Nate knew many details about Ryan’s routine, from which days he practiced volleyball to what his favorite drink was. He just needed the opportunity to carry out his plan.

It was almost the end of the semester, the last exams and assignments were due, vacation was almost here, and everyone was preparing to go home to their families. However, it was also the end of the school league, and the volleyball tournament finals were approaching. Nate accidentally chose the worst possible day to play his prank: putting laxatives in Ryan’s favorite drink.

It was the start of the school day, and Nate brought a bottle of energy drink laced with a powerful laxative from home. He knew it was Ryan's favorite, so he waited patiently in the hallway for his plan to begin.

Ryan: "What's that you got there, nerd? You're too clever for this stuff. I'd better help you get rid of it." He grabbed the bottle roughly, pushed Nate, and quickly started drinking it down in one gulp.

Oliver: "What an idiot. He's probably going to be crying on his toilet at home about missing the volleyball final."

Nate: "Is the final today?" he asked, a little nervous.

Oliver: "Didn't you know? This is definitely not going to end well."

Recess was about to end, and everyone had to go to class since it was the final Chemistry exam.

Nate and Ryan sat together to cheat, but something wasn't right.

Ryan thought, "Damn, my nerves are definitely playing tricks on me, it's probably just farts." He lifted one leg and let out a silent fart—psst—and continued with the exam.

Nate, meanwhile, put his hand to his nose and tried to take the exam. He was calm and knew Ryan would ask him for the answers.

Ryan: "Hey… pst…" He discreetly tossed a piece of paper onto Nate's desk without the teacher noticing.

Nervously, Nate grabbed the paper and started writing the answers, but he knew Ryan was suffering from the effects of the laxatives, so he took his time to give him the correct answers.

“Damn, this nerd is taking forever, this test is so hard…” Ryan’s stomach started growling and he had to let out another fart to get more comfortable –pssssssstf– The whole class felt uncomfortable with the situation, but there were still 15 minutes of class left before everyone could go to lunch.

Nate: “Here you go…” He threw the paper on the floor, got up from his seat, and left quickly.

“Good job, nerd,” Ryan thought, discreetly dropping his pencil to pick up the answer sheet. However, as he was on the floor gathering his things, a cramp made him squirm a little and a silent, wet fart escaped from his round rear end. –psssssst– “Damn, and these were new.” Ryan hurriedly handed in the test and left quickly.

“It must be the protein shakes, or nerves, I’m sure lunch will make me feel better,” Ryan thought as he headed to the cafeteria for lunch. “That teacher is a…”

“Damn, that exam was pretty tough,” he said while chatting with his classmates and devouring a huge plate of spaghetti Bolognese, and then his friends’ plates too.

Oliver: “This doesn’t look good, that toilet’s gonna explode, if something else doesn’t.”

Nate: “It’s probably fine, maybe it won’t even work.”

After finishing his lunch, Ryan ate a protein bar and headed to the gym.

Oliver: “He’s screwed…”

Nate: “A lot…”

In the locker room, Ryan felt another discomfort, but he ignored it. He let out a loud fart while all his friends laughed –PRRRRRRRRRRFTTT– He quietly went to a stall and noticed a small brown patch on his white underwear. “Damn, these were new.” He quickly put on his volleyball uniform and went out onto the court. He was wearing a pair of very tight athletic shorts; he said the girls loved them, so he wore them. to draw their attention to him.

Oliver: “Hey Nate… Ryan’s on the field.”

Nate: “Don’t forget the plan, I’ll record from here.”

Oliver went to the men’s locker room to put up “Out of Service” signs and disguised himself as a janitor, installing a discreet camera in the only stall without a sign.

The finals had started, and things weren’t looking good. Ryan wasn’t making his usual plays, and the coach was giving him strange looks.

“Damn, I think my nerves are getting the better of me. I need to take a dump.” He rubbed his stomach, and a silent fart escaped his anus. -PSSSSSSSSSSST-

Ryan’s team was losing, and the second half was about to begin.

Coach: “Ryan, I need you focused. You’re missing a lot of opportunities.”

Ryan: “Yeah, coach… I need to go to the…” The referee’s whistle blew, and they had to quickly return to the field. “Damn…” He waited until everyone was on the court and brazenly lifted his leg to let out a loud, wet fart. -PRRRRRRRRFTTTT-

Once on the court, Ryan saw an opportunity to stop the ball, but a sharp cramp shot through his stomach. “Come on, Ryan… you can do it…” He jumped to stop the ball, but the worst happened. The opponent hit the ball hard, and it struck Ryan’s stomach. The moment it hit the ground, the disaster began.

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The gates of his rear end flew open, and a torrent of diarrhea shot out into his white briefs.

-PRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTSS- A bulge the size of a golf ball bulged from his butt and tight shorts. He quickly clutched his stomach and ran to the locker room, while the shocked crowd watched the disaster unfold and Nate filmed everything.

Ryan: “No way… I just…” “I need to shit myself…” He walked slowly toward the locker room, trying to hold back the large waves of diarrhea that still threatened to erupt from his ass. -PRRRRRRRRRRFFFSSHHH- His farts were loud and bubbly, and he did his best to keep the large load in his underwear from running down his legs, without much success.

Ryan: “Damn it… like, off duty… I need to shit… now…”

Oliver: “The last one’s clean,” he said hoarsely, covering his face with a cap. His fake mustache made him blend in. Ryan clumsily headed to the bathroom while his farts continued to escape and the bulge in his rear continued to grow.

Ryan: “Come on… damn it… Why now?” “…” The farts kept coming, and he struggled with the knot of his shorts to pull them down and take a shit.

-PRRRRRRRRRRRFTTTTTTTSSSSSHHH-

Ryan: “Almost there…” But it was too late; the floodgates couldn't hold any more, and his underwear filled with a thick river of shit. “Ugh, my stomach…”

-PRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFSSSHH- -PRRRRRRRFFFFFT- -PRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTT-

A thick waterfall of diarrhea trickled down Ryan's legs. Defeated, he unbuttoned his tight shorts, let gravity and the weight of all the accumulated shit fall out, and sat down to finish shitting out the enormous portions of his lunch.

-PRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFT- “Ahhhhhhh… finally,” Ryan sighed. He finished farting and wiped his ass with his dirty clothes. He quickly went to the showers to clean up what was left of his mess. He grabbed the trash bag, tied it in a knot, and put everything in his bag. It stank terribly, and Ryan gagged a couple of times at the sight of the enormous mess.

He came out of the bathroom naked and told the janitor, embarrassed, that he had to clean something else up. “Hey, janitor… I shat myself.”

Oliver, surprised, looked at Ryan’s naked and dirty body and nervously spoke to him in a low, husky voice. “Don’t worry, kid, it happens to everyone. I’ll get something else.”

Ryan turned toward the showers, and Oliver quickly left the scene of the crime.

Oliver: “Hey Nate… everything went according to plan… Ryan shat himself and he’s in the showers. The cameras recorded everything. Are you really going to upload it to the internet?”

Nate: “I’ll think about it. I hope he stops being such a jerk to everyone,” he said, laughing as he watched the hidden cameras on his phone.

Ryan: “Oh crap… no more, please…” While he was in the showers, another cramp made his stomach rumble, a loud fart escaped from his buttocks, and another wave of diarrhea began to run down his legs. “Damn it…” -PRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFT- “I’m already here, so it doesn’t matter.” He grimaced, closed his eyes, and began to strain with all his might.

PRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSHHHHTTTTTT- Ryan quickly cleaned up his mess, changed his clothes, and ran home. The horrified janitor started cleaning up his mess and couldn’t bring himself to look at his phone, which had hundreds of messages from his teammates scolding and mocking him.

From that day on, Ryan became calmer and stopped bothering Nate.

P.S. I'm going to try to be a bit more active. I'm finishing up some classes, so I hope to write more regularly. I welcome suggestions, advice, and comments.

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Son geniales tus historias bro. Podrías escribir algo tipo, un chico pasando su peor experiencia en la prepa, alguien lo drogo con laxante, y tiene la peor explosión de diarrea en su vida.

Nate y Ryan son dos compañeros de clase de preparatoria de una escuela solo de hombres, el ambiente siempre era muy dividido, entre los que eran ordenados, estudiosos y aplicados y por otro lado estaban los deportistas, extrovertidos, desordenados y hacen lo que quieren cuando quieren.

Ryan era el capitán del equipo de voleibol, alto, rubio, tonificado y con un trasero perfecto, las chicas venían de otras escuelas para verlo jugar y tener la oportunidad de conversar con él, los deportes son su único fuerte ya que es muy flojo para estudiar y siempre está entre el limite de reprobar y aprobar, pero el no se preocupa por esos detalles.

Nate por otro lado es de los estudiosos, un nerd básicamente, no es muy alto ni muy bajo, es muy delgado y tiene una cara delicada, entonces es el blanco perfecto de los deportistas, sobre todo Ryan que siempre se aprovecha de el para que haga todos sus trabajos, lo molesta constantemente, como seria básicamente un bully, estas actitudes estaban empezando a cansar a Nate.

Ryan: ”¡Hey nerd! ¿Cómo vas con ese informe que te pedí?” Dijo con tono burlesco mientras se reía con sus amigos

Nate: ”Lo siento… he estado un poco ocupado con los estudios”

Ryan: “¡Se supone que somos un equipo!” Se acercó al hombro de Nate y con su mano libre le hizo un calzón chino.

Nate: “¡Ay!” Avergonzado se acomodó la ropa interior y hablo en voz baja. “Tendré tu tarea lista mañana”

Ryan: ¡Mas te vale nerd! Levantó una pierna, tomo el rostro de Nate contra su trasero y soltó un ruidoso pedo. “¡Jajajaja! Te veo mañana”

Oliver, un amigo de Nate vio la situación bastante preocupado y se acercó a ver como se encontraba su compañero.

Oliver: “¿Nate estas bien? Deberías dejar de hacer todo lo que dice ese idiota”

Nate: “No es tan fácil, ojalá fuera más fuerte que él, pero eso es imposible, tendré que soportarlo hasta que empiece la universidad”

Oliver: “¿Qué tal si le juegas una broma? Solo se discreto”

Nate: “Tal vez tengas razón, pero voy a necesitar tu ayuda”

Oliver: “Claro”

Al ser compañeros de clase, Nate sabía muchos detalles de la rutina de Ryan, desde que días practicaba voleibol, hasta cual era su bebida favorita, solo necesitaba la oportunidad para llevar a cabo su plan.

Era casi fin del semestre, eran los últimos exámenes y tareas, las vacaciones casi empezaban y todos se preparaban para regresar a casa con sus familias, sin embargo, también era el fin de la liga escolar y se aproximaban las finales del torneo de voleibol, Nate accidentalmente eligió el peor día para hacer su broma, colocar laxantes en la bebida favorita de Ryan.

Era el inicio de la jornada escolar y Nate trajo desde su casa una botella de bebida energética con un poderoso laxante, el sabía que era la favorita de Ryan, entonces se quedó en el pasillo esperando pacientemente a que comenzara su plan.

Ryan: “¿Qué tienes ahí nerd? Eres muy listo para esto, mejor te ayudo a deshacerte de esta cosa” Tomó bruscamente la botella, empujó a Nate y rápidamente empezó a beber la botella hasta acabarla de un sorbo.

Oliver: “Que idiota, seguramente va a estar llorando desde el inodoro de su casa por perderse la final de voleibol”

Nate: “¿Hoy es la final?” Dijo un poco nervioso.

Oliver: “¿No lo sabías? Seguro que esto no va a salir bien”

El recreo estaba por acabar y todos debían entrar a clase ya que era el examen final de Química.

Nate y Ryan se sentaron juntos para hacer trampa, pero algo no iba bien.

Ryan pensaba, “Rayos, los nervios seguro me están jugando una mala pasada, seguro son pedos”, levantó una pierna y soltó un silencioso pedo -psssssst- y siguió con el examen.

Nate por su parte se llevó la mano a la nariz e intentó realizar el examen, el estaba tranquilo y sabía que Ryan le pediría las respuestas.

Ryan: “Hey… pst…” lanzó disimuladamente un papel a la mesa de Nate sin que se diera cuenta el profesor.

Nate nervioso agarro el papel y empezó a escribir las respuestas, pero sabía que Ryan estaba sufriendo por los laxantes entonces se tomó todo el tiempo del mundo para poder darle las alternativas correctas.

“Rayos, este nerd tarda demasiado, esta prueba esta muy difícil…” El estomago de Ryan empezó a gruñir y tuvo que soltar otro pedo para estar más cómodo -psssssssstf- Toda la clase se sentía incomoda con la situación, pero quedaban 15 minutos de clase para que todos pudieran salir a almorzar.

Nate: “Aquí tienes…” Arrojó el papel al suelo, se levanto de su asiento y se fue rápidamente.

“Bien nerd” Pensó Ryan, disimuladamente tiró su lápiz para recoger el papel con las respuestas, sin embargo, cuando estaba en el piso recogiendo las cosas, un calambre lo hizo retorcerse un poco y un silencioso pedo húmedo se escapo de su redondo trasero. -pssssssst- “Maldición, y estos eran nuevos”. Ryan se apuró a entregar el examen y se fue rápidamente.

“Deben ser los batidos de proteínas, o los nervios, seguro que almorzar me va a sentir mejor” Pensó Ryan mientras se dirigía a la cafetería a almorzar, “Ese maestro es un cabrón, el examen estaba bastante difícil” dijo mientras charlaba con sus compañeros y devoraba un enorme plato de Fideos a la boloñesa y devoraba el de sus amigos.

Oliver: “Esto no se ve bien, ese inodoro va a estallar, si no estalla otra cosa”

Nate: “Seguro que está bien, quizás hasta ni hace efecto”

Ryan después de terminar su almuerzo se comió una barra de proteínas y se dirigió al gimnasio.

Oliver: “Está jodido…”

Nate: “Bastante…”

Ryan en los camarines sintió otro molestar, pero no le prestó atención, soltó un pedo ruidoso mientras todos sus amigos se reían -PRRRRRRRRRRFTTT- sigilosamente se dirigió a un cubículo y observó como sus calzoncillos blancos tenían un pequeño parche café, “Joder, estos eran nuevos”. Rápidamente se puso su uniforme de voleibol y salió a la cancha, estaba usando un par de shorts deportivos muy ajustados, el decía que las chicas lo adoraban entonces los usaba para que se centraran su atención en el.

Oliver: “Oye Nate… Ryan está en el campo”

Nate: “No te olvides del plan, yo grabaré desde aquí”

Oliver fue a los camarines de hombres a colocar carteles de fuera de servicio y se disfrazó de conserje e instaló una discreta cámara en el único cubículo sin letrero.

Habían empezado las finales y las cosas no pintaban bien, Ryan no hacía las jugadas de siempre y el Entrenador lo miraba extrañado.

“Rayos, creo que los nervios me están ganando, necesito ir a cagar”, Frotó una de sus manos en su estomago y un pedo silencioso salió de su culo. -PSSSSSSSSSSST-

El equipo de Ryan estaba perdiendo y estaban por empezar la segunda mitad.

Entrenador: “Ryan, te necesito concentrado, estás perdiendo muchas oportunidades”

Ryan: “Si entrenador… necesito ir al…” El silbato del arbitro sonó y rápidamente debían regresar a la cancha. “Rayos…” esperó a que todos fueran a la cancha y levantó descaradamente su pierna para soltar un sonoro pedo húmedo. -PRRRRRRRRFTTTT-

Una vez en la cancha Ryan vio una oportunidad para detener el balón, pero un fuerte calambre azotó su estómago. “Vamos Ryan… tu puedes…” Saltó para detener el balón, pero lo peor ocurrió, el rival golpeo fuertemente el balón y este golpeó el estomago de Ryan y apenas esté tocó el piso empezó el desastre

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Las puertas de su trasero se abrieron de par en par y una torrente de diarrea salió disparada hacia sus calzoncillos blancos.

-PRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTSS- Un bulto del tamaño de una pelota de golf se asomaba de su culo y sus shorts ajustados y rápidamente con sus dos manos en su estómago salió corriendo a los camarines, mientras el publico en shock observaba el desastre y Nate grababa todo lo ocurrido.

Ryan: “No puede ser… me acabo de cagar encima…” caminaba lentamente hacia los camarines intentando contener las grandes olas de diarrea que todavía quedaban por salir disparadas de su culo. -PRRRRRRRRRRFFFSSHHH- sus pedos eran ruidosos y burbujeantes y hacía todo lo posible para que la gran carga que estaba en sus calzoncillos no se escurriera por sus piernas, sin mucho éxito.

Ryan: “Demonios… como que fuera de servicio… necesito cagar… ya…”

Oliver: “El ultimo esta limpio” dijo con voz ronca y se cubría el rostro con una gorra, su bigote falso lo hacía pasar desapercibido entonces Ryan torpemente se dirigió al baño mientras sus pedos seguían escapando y el bulto en su trasero seguía creciendo.

Ryan: “Vamos… maldita sea… ¿Porque ahora? … ”. Los pedos seguían saliendo y el luchaba contra el nudo de sus shorts para poder bajárselos y cagar.

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Ryan: “Ya casi…” Pero era demasiado tarde, las compuertas no pudieron soportar más y sus calzoncillos se llenaron de un espeso rio de mierda, “Ugh mi estomago…”

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Una espesa cascada de diarrea escurría por las piernas de Ryan quien derrotado, desabrochó sus ajustados shorts, dejó que por la gravedad y el peso de toda la mierda acumulada cayeran y se sentó para terminar de cagar las enormes porciones de comida del almuerzo.

-PRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFT- “Ahhhhhhh… finalmente” Ryan suspiró, terminó de tirarse pedos, se limpió el culo con su ropa sucia y rápidamente se fua a las duchas para limpiar lo que quedaba de mierda en su cuerpo, tomó la bolsa de la basura, hizo un nudo y guardó todo en su bolso, apestaba terriblemente y Ryan hizo un par de arcadas al ver el tremendo desastre que había ocurrido.

Salió desnudo del baño y le dijo al conserje apenado que debía limpiar algo más. “Hey conserje… me cague encima”

Oliver sorprendido, miró el cuerpo desnudo y sucio de Ryan y nerviosamente le habló en voz baja y ronca. “No te preocupes chico, a cualquiera le pasa, voy a traer algo más”

Ryan se dio la vuelta hacia las duchas y Oliver se fue rápidamente de la escena del crimen.

Oliver: “Hey Nate… todo salió de acuerdo con el plan… Ryan se cagó encima y está en las duchas, las cámaras lo tienen todo grabado, ¿de verdad vas a subirlo a internet?”

Nate: “Lo pensaré, espero que deje de ser un cretino con todo el mundo” dijo riéndose mientras observaba por su teléfono las cámaras discretas.

Ryan: “Oh rayos… no más por favor…” Mientras estaba en las duchas, otro calambre hizo que su estomago retumbara y un sonoro pedo se escapó por sus nalgas y otra oleada de diarrea empezó a correr por sus piernas. “Demonios…” -PRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFT- “Ya estoy aquí así que no importa” Hizo una mueca, cerro sus ojos y empezó a pujar con todas sus fuerzas.

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Ryan limpio rápidamente su desastre, se cambió de ropa y rápidamente se fue corriendo a su casa, el conserje horrorizado empezó a limpiar su desastre y no pudo dirigirle la mirada a su teléfono que tenia cientos de mensajes de sus compañeros de equipo que le escribían para regañarlo y burlarse de él.

Desde ese día Ryan empezó a ser mas tranquilo y dejó de molestar a Nate.

PD: Voy a tratar de ser un poco más activo, estoy terminando unas clases entonces espero escribir mas regularmente, acepto sugerencias, consejos y comentarios

[montezumasexplosiverevenge]

Imagefic - Speeding to Shit

Chase had considered himself popular until today. No-one had remembered his birthday, not his friends, not his family, no-one. To make himself feel better he drove to his favourite Mexican takeout for the first time in almost a year. The management had taken over and food hygiene has plummeted to the floor. He'd heard horror stories about how "Casa del Viento" tacos had randomly started turning family homes and frat houses alike into biohazard zones. But, it was his birthday and the loveable tacos from his childhood were all he craved.

He ate his fiery birthday meal in the silence of his car, willing the phone to buzz with a message from anyone. "This shit is so weird..." he muttered to himself, "No-one forgets my birthday normally. And the fact it's my 21st as well!" Chase scoffed at the phone and took a big chug of cola. He could already feel the bubbles mixing with the food as a low gurgle rumbled through his stomach.

Chase finished off the last of his overstuffed tacos, licking the spicy salsa off his fingers, before starting up the engine and heading home. The drive was about 45 minutes, which is part of the reason he doesn't go to Casa Del Viento often. His belly bubbled and fizzed as he coasted along. Every so often a warm, wet little fart slipped out, silent but deadly, filling the car with the unmistakable sharp tang of cheap tacos and cola. He cracked the window and chuckled to himself, "Damn, maybe I can't handle the spice as much as I used to."

But as the miles ticked by, the gurgles grew louder and more insistent. His stomach clenched suddenly, sending a hot, bloated pressure downward. Another fart escaped, this one louder, brassier. He shifted in the driver’s seat, trying to get comfortable, but the seatbelt pressed right against the swelling tightness in his gut.

“Fuck… maybe those tacos were a mistake,” he grumbled, one hand drifting down to rub his belly in slow circles.

Ten minutes later and Chase's face was flushed scarlet. "God, my stomach really doesn't feel right..." he muttered to himself through gritted teeth as a thin line of sweat coated his eyebrows. His guts grumbled again, forcing yet another wet, sputtering fart.

He was halfway home, but in front of him was a long road with too many traffic lights for peace-of-mind. Another cramp hit, sharper this time, making him lean forward slightly in the seat. “Fuck… fuck, come on, hold it together,” he whispered, one hand pressing firmly against his swollen belly. There was a hot, fiery pressure in his intestines now, and he knew those tacos were gonna be demanding their way out a lot sooner than he'd expected.

Chase swallowed hard, thinking about the mess he was probably gonna make of his toilet at home. "At least I've got the house to myself,” he thought, with another loud, wet fart exploding out uncontrollably. The desperation was setting in for real now: that awful, clenching panic that whispered he might not even make it that far. Red light. He slowed to a stop, thighs squeezed together, praying the light would hurry the hell up.

“Come on… come on, you piece of shit, turn green already,” he muttered under his breath. A deep, liquid groan rumbled from his belly. Immediately after a wet fart blasted out - hot, sputtering, and far too squelchy for comfort. The smell was vicious now, thick and eggy with that unmistakable fiery taco aftermath. He lifted his asscheek slightly as another gust of hot gas ripped out of his bowels. "Fuck, change! Go!"

After what felt like eternity, the light went green. He immediately throttled on the accelerator. "Fuuuckk!" he moaned as he lifted his arse off of the seat and another fart slipped out, "Come on!"

He was, at this point, way over the speed limit. A massive, wet fart exploded out of him as he sped through the next intersection. It was the kind of fart that vibrated against the seat and left no doubt something more than gas had just escaped. One hand flew down between his legs, pressing hard against his twitching hole through his shorts as he clenched it shut with all his glute strength. “Not yet! I'm almost home! Fuck! I don't know if I can hold it!”

Eventually, he pulled into his cul-de-sac, but there was a torrent of diarrhoea sat against the gateway to his nether-region. Every bump in the road made him jolt as the tsunami threatened to break through his sphincter. “Come on… come on, I can make it…” he muttered desperately, voice shaky, another wet fart ripping out.

Chase barely slowed down as he swung into his driveway, the tires kicking up a little gravel. The second he pulled the handbrake up, another brutal cramp slammed into him like a freight train. “Oh fuck- oh fuck!” he moaned desperately, his voice high and broken.

He scrambled out of the car, one hand flying straight back to clamp hard against his ass through his shorts. His legs were shook like jelly beneath him as he scrambled up the driveway. Juicy, splattering bursts rampaged out uncontrollably with every frantic step. “No no no no no! Please not now...” he whimpered, fumbling wildly for his keys in his pocket with his free hand while the other stayed glued to his clenching, twitching hole.

He jammed the key into his front door, sweat pouring down his face. Another wet blast forced its way out, accompanied by a sticky feeling already spreading in his underwear. The door finally clicked open. Chase practically fell inside, hand still clamped desperately against his ass, ready to bolt straight for the bathroom.

"SURPRISE!!!"

The living room lights flipped on. A giant “Happy 21st Chase!” banner was strung across the ceiling. There were a dozen familiar faces of his family and friends, all grinning and holding up drinks and gifts. Their cheers died instantly as they took in the sight of him: red-faced, sweating, bent over with one hand buried between his cheeks.

Then, the dam burst.

His hole gave up with zero warning. A loud, wet squelch exploded out of him as the massive, fiery payload finally burst free. Hot, liquid shit flooded into his shorts instantly, soaking through the fabric in heavy, unstoppable waves. It poured down the back of his legs in thick, chunky rivulets, splattering onto the entryway floor with wet, disgusting plops. The smell hit the room like a nuke, people gagging and looking away in horror.

Chase froze, eyes wide in horror, mouth open in a silent scream. Another heavy gush leaked out, running all the way down to his socks. His shorts were ruined, sagging heavily with the weight of his waste. A final weak fart bubbled through the mess with a sickening squelch.

The room fell silent, well, except the faint dripping sound.

[jereckex]

From laxative to romance

Oliver and Aiden were two classmates at an elite all-boys high school, each with different interests. Oliver was small and thin, with a delicate face, and enjoyed spending time in the library studying and reading science books, while Aiden was tall, with a toned body, and played sports like soccer. They rarely interacted, though occasionally, due to Aiden's club activities, he would ask Oliver for help with his studies.

Tim, a study friend of Oliver's, noticed his classmate watching Aiden run across the field, wiping his sweat with his shirt.

Tim: "Hey, do you like Aiden?" he said with a teasing smile.

Oliver: "Oh! Is it that obvious?!" He blushed intensely but immediately looked down. “He wouldn’t notice me.” Tim: “I’ll give you some advice. You need to help him with something really urgent. Maybe you could hide his phone and help him look for it, or maybe comfort him after a game.” That’s when Oliver had a slightly strange idea. Maybe if he helped him while he was having a bout of diarrhea, they could start a conversation and become closer. His parents were doctors, so they had a lot of medicine at home, and they had laxatives among their things. He packed his backpack to go home and started devising his plan to get closer to Aiden.

Oliver enjoyed watching Aiden play in games and knew his daily habits, so he planned to sabotage his protein shake in the morning with a powerful, fast-acting laxative. He would wait until everyone had left class and hide behind a shelf before opening his bag.

The next day, Oliver arrived with a small bag containing a change of clothes and a bottle of laxatives. He waited for the right moment and put his plan to get closer to his crush into action.

It was second period, and Aiden noticed something wasn't right. His stomach was starting to bother him a little. He knew his smoothie sometimes gave him gas, so he started letting it out in class. -PPPPPPRRRRRSSSSSSSST- A silent fart escaped his round bottom, and his classmates started making faces as they began opening their windows.

Aiden: "Ugh, that smoothie sure is strong," he thought as he rubbed his stomach and continued farting. Oliver watched as his crush shifted slightly in his seat, analyzing what his next move would be. The day continued, and Aiden's stomach remained sensitive. Lunchtime approached, and things kept getting more complicated.

Aiden: "I need to eat properly. I must have missed something when I drank that smoothie." He went to the cafeteria and prepared a generous portion of lunch so he'd have energy for his afternoon workout. Classes went by quickly, but his farts were becoming more frequent and less reliable. His athletic boxers were starting to get soaked with sweat, and he had no idea what was about to happen. It was time for practice, and his performance had dropped considerably. The coach seemed annoyed and was sending him running for the ball. The pressure of the farts in his stomach was growing, and the pauses between letting them out were getting longer.

Aiden: "Luckily, I'm outside," he thought as he relaxed his butt and let out a fart. -PRRRRRFT- Oliver watched the practice go on and took pictures of his crush, as usual. Only this time, Aiden's annoyed expression was repeated in every photo. Then he noticed something strange: Aiden was holding his stomach and signaling to the coach that he was going to take a break. That was his cue to run to the locker room and watch the show unfold.

Aiden rubbed his stomach and decided to leave the court to go to the bathroom. However, his overconfidence and his muscles, tired from training, betrayed him. He bent over slightly to let out a fart, but the pressure was too much, and a stream of diarrhea leaked into his tight athletic boxers. -PRRRRRRRRRFFFFFTTT- Aiden: "This can't be happening…" He put one hand to his butt and the other to his stomach and headed to the locker room, trying not to lose control along the way. He arrived at the locker room letting out loud farts, unaware that Oliver was there. He went into one of the stalls and quickly pulled down his shorts and boxers, and an explosion of diarrhea erupted from his butt, staining the toilet bowl. -PRRRRRRRFFFFFTTT- Aiden: "I can't hold it in…" he whispered as he sat down, a cascade of diarrhea pouring from his butt. -PRRRRRRFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT- His uniform and boxers were ruined, and his diarrhea seemed endless. Meanwhile, Oliver had a hidden camera in his bag and recorded every detail of the stinky accident. After waiting several minutes, he decided to work up the courage.

Oliver: “Excuse me. Are you okay?” he said nervously.

Aiden: “Is anyone there?” Full of embarrassment and with a red face, he answered the call. “Oliver? My stomach is killing me, and I just shat myself. Please don’t tell anyone.”

Oliver: “Don’t worry, you need clothes. I was going to my uncle’s house, so I have some extra clothes. How about you take a quick shower and I’ll lend you something?” Aiden: “Thanks, you’re the best.” He used his ruined boxers to clean himself up, threw them in the trash, and out of habit, stepped out naked, letting Oliver see him completely. Oliver couldn’t believe his eyes. His crush was standing naked in front of him and went into a shower to clean himself up completely. Meanwhile, he went into the dirty stall, wrapped the dirty boxers in paper, and quickly put them in his bag. As he did this, he heard a loud, wet fart. -PRRRRRRRFTTTTTT- Aiden: “Ohhh… I needed that.” He rubbed his stomach and let more diarrhea run down his legs as he showered. -PRRRRRRRRRRRFTTTT- Minutes passed. He got out of the shower, and Oliver handed him some clean pants and boxers.

Minutes passed. He got out of the shower, and Oliver handed him some clean pants and boxers.

Oliver: “Sorry if they’re not your size,” he said, embarrassed.

Aiden: “Don’t worry, you saved my life. How about I give you your clothes this weekend and return the favor?” Oliver: “S-Sure,” he said shyly. That accident brought them much closer, and over time they started dating.

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Hey, hola, crees que podrías hacer una historia en donde en un campamento o en la prepa, un chico le pone laxante en la comida a su crush para espiarlo?

Pd: Acabo de leer tu última historia, y ameee <3

Del laxante al romance.

Oliver y Aiden son dos compañeros de preparatoria de elite de hombres y cada uno tiene intereses diferentes, Oliver era pequeño y delgado, con una cara delicada y disfrutaba pasar el tiempo en la biblioteca estudiando y leyendo libros de ciencias mientras que Aiden era alto, con un cuerpo tonificado y realizaba deportes como el Futbol Soccer, ellos rara vez interactuaban, aunque rara vez debido a las actividades del club de Aiden le pedía ayuda a Oliver con el estudio.

Tim, un amigo de estudio de Oliver observó como su compañero se quedaba viendo a Aiden correr por el campo y secarse el sudor con su playera.

Tim: “Oye, ¿Acaso te gusta Aiden?” Dijo con una sonrisa burlona.

Oliver: “¡Ah! ¡¿S-Se nota tanto?!” Se sonrojó intensamente, pero bajó la mirada al instante. “Él no se fijaría en mi”

Tim: “Te doy un consejo, debes ayudarlo con algo muy urgente, quizás podrías esconder su celular y ayudarlo a buscarlo, quizás consolarlo después de un partido”

Ahí Oliver tuvo una idea un poco extraña, quizás si lo ayudaba mientras tenía un accidente con diarrea podrían empezar una conversación y ser más cercanos, sus padres son doctores entonces tienen muchos medicamentos en su casa y tenían laxantes entre sus cosas, preparó su mochila para regresar a casa y comenzó a idear su plan para acercarse a Aiden.

Oliver disfrutaba de ver a Aiden jugar en los partidos y sabía los hábitos que tenía durante el día entonces planificó sabotear su batido de proteínas en la mañana con un potente laxante de acción rápida, esperaría que todos salieran de clase y se escondería detrás de un estante para luego abrir su bolso.

Al día siguiente, Oliver llegó con un pequeño bolso con ropa de cambio y una botella de laxantes, esperó el momento indicado y empezó con su plan para acercarse a su crush.

Era la segunda clase y Aiden notaba que algo no estaba bien, su estomago empezaba a molestarlo un poco, sabía que a veces su batido le provocaba gases así que empezó a liberarlos en clase. -PPPPPPRRRRSSSSSSSST- un pedo silencioso salió de su redondo culo y sus compañeros de clase empezaron a hacer muecas mientras empezaban a abrir las ventanas.

Aiden: “Ufff, ese batido si que es potente.” Pensó mientras frotaba su estómago y seguía tirándose pedos.

Oliver observaba como su crush se movía ligeramente en su asiento y analizaba cual sería su siguiente movimiento.

El día seguía avanzando y Aiden seguía con el estómago sensible, se acercaba la hora de almuerzo y las cosas seguían complicándose.

Aiden: “Necesito comer bien, seguro que algo me faltaba al tomar ese batido.” Fue a la cafetería y se preparó una generosa porción de almuerzo para poder tener energía en su entrenamiento de la tarde, las clases fueron pasando rápido, pero sus pedos empezaban a ser cada vez mas constantes y menos confiables, sus boxers deportivos empezaban a empaparse de sudor sin saber lo que terminaría pasando.

Era hora del entrenamiento y su rendimiento había bajado bastante, el entrenador parecía molesto y lo mandaba a correr por el balón, la presión de los pedos en su estómago crecía cada vez mas y sus pausas para liberarlas eran mas largas.

Aiden: “Afortunadamente estoy al aire libre” Pensó mientras relajaba su trasero y liberaba un pedo. -PRRRRRFT-

Oliver observaba como el entrenamiento se llevaba a cabo y fotografiaba a su crush como costumbre, solo que esta vez la cara de molestia de Aiden se repetía en todas las fotos, luego notó algo extraño, Aiden se sujetaba el estomago y le hacia señales al entrenador que tomaría una pausa, esa era su señal para correr a los camarines y observar el espectáculo.

Aiden se frotaba el estomago y decidió salir de la cancha para ir al baño, sin embargo, su confianza y sus músculos cansados por el entrenamiento le jugaron una mala pasada, se encorvó un poco para soltar un pedo pero la presión era demasiada y un chorro de diarrea se filtró en sus ajustados boxers deportivos. -PRRRRRRRRRFFFFFTTT-

Aiden: “Esto no puede estar pasando…” Llevó una mano a su culo y la otra a su estomago y se dirigió a los camarines intentando no perder el control en el camino.

Llegó a los camarines soltando sonoros pedos y sin descubrir que Oliver estaba ahí, entró en uno de los cubículos y rápidamente se bajó el short y sus boxers y una explosión de diarrea salió de su culo manchando el inodoro. -PRRRRRRRFFFFTTT-

Aiden: “No puedo aguantarlo…” susurró mientras se sentaba y una cascada de diarrea salía de su culo. -PRRRRRRFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT-

Su uniforme y sus boxers estaban arruinados y su diarrea no parecía tener fin, mientras tanto Oliver tenía una cámara escondida en su bolso y grabó todos los detalles del apestoso accidente, luego de esperar varios minutos decidió armarse de valor.

Oliver: “Disculpa. ¿Estás bien ahí?” Dijo nervioso.

Aiden: “¿Hay alguien ahí?” Lleno de vergüenza y con la cara roja respondió al llamado. “¿Oliver? Mi estomago me está matando y acabo de cagarme encima, por favor no le digas a nadie”

Oliver: “Descuida, necesitas ropa, iba a la casa de mis tíos entonces tengo ropa extra, qué tal si te duchas rápido y te presto algo”

Aiden: “Gracias, eres el mejor” Usó sus boxers arruinados para limpiarse, los tiró a la basura y por costumbre salió desnudo y dejó que Oliver lo viera por completo.

Oliver no podía creer lo que veía, su crush estaba desnudo frente a el y entró en una ducha para poder limpiarse por completo, mientras tanto el entraba en el cubículo sucio y envolvió en papel los boxers sucios y los guardó rapidamente en su bolso, mientras hacía eso escuchó un sonoro pedo húmedo. -PRRRRRRRFTTTTTT-

Aiden: “Ohhhh… necesitaba eso” Frotó su estomago y dejó que mas diarrea corriera por sus piernas mientras se duchaba. -PRRRRRRRRRRRFTTTT-

Pasaron los minutos, salió de la ducha y Oliver le pasó unos pantalones y unos boxers limpios.

Oliver: “Perdona si no son de tu talla” Dijo avergonzado.

Aiden: “No te preocupes, me salvaste la vida, qué tal si el fin de semana te entrego tu ropa y de paso te devuelvo el favor”

Oliver: “C…Claro” dijo tímidamente

Ese accidente los hizo mucho mas cercanos y con el paso del tiempo empezaron a salir juntos.

[animatedtoiletgen]

Bakugo Katsuki

[jereckex]

The rivals

Ethan and Jacob were colleagues in a busy office in the middle of a bustling city. They worked for a major advertising company and frequently competed for projects. They had both been working for a prestigious clothing brand for weeks, but some setbacks in Jacob's work led to Ethan winning the project and taking over. This enraged Jacob, who vowed revenge on his rival for throwing all his work away.

"That idiot stole the project from me. He's going to pay for this," Jacob said, scrolling through his social media until something caught his eye: an ad for laxatives.

With a smile on his face, he continued with his projects until the end of his shift. He quickly went to a pharmacy to buy the laxatives and then to an electronics store to document everything so he wouldn't miss a single detail of his dark revenge plan.

That night, he went straight to the pharmacy and pretended he'd been having trouble going to the bathroom for several days.

Jacob: “Excuse me… I’m embarrassed to say this, but I haven’t been to the bathroom in days. Do you have this laxative?” The saleswoman went to the shelves and sold him the laxative, then quickly headed to the electronics store and bought a couple of miniature cameras to record every moment.

The next day, Jacob arrived at the office earlier than usual. He was very careful placing the cameras in the men’s restroom and waited patiently for Ethan to arrive. Minutes passed, and Ethan arrived and started making his coffee, sitting down at his desk.

Jacob: “Hey, the boss is looking for you for a moment.” Ethan: “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Quickly, and making sure no one was watching, Jacob added a packet of laxatives to Ethan’s coffee. According to the box, it was fast-acting, so he would see results in a couple of hours.

Ethan: “That’s weird, the boss wasn’t looking for me.” Jacob: “I must have misheard your name, sorry.” He said as he went to his desk and put on headphones.

It was 9:30 AM and the first symptoms were starting to show. He looked nervous and began to fidget in his chair. With the camera and microphone, they could hear small rumbling sounds coming from Ethan’s stomach.

Ethan: “That’s strange… I must be hungry.” He got up and went to the cafeteria for a sandwich. Things remained relatively calm until lunchtime. Some farts started to escape, and his coworkers began opening their windows to avoid the smell.

Ethan: “Lunch will definitely do me good.” Jacob: “Ethan, will you join me for lunch nearby? I’ll pay.” Ethan: “Oh… sure.” They both went to a Mexican restaurant. Jacob ordered a simple plate of grilled chicken, while Ethan ordered tacos with beans.

After finishing lunch, they headed to the office where the problems started. Ethan felt bloated from the food, but the laxatives worked quickly, and he began passing gas nonstop. This wasn’t a good sign; there were reports due, and Ethan’s stomach was churning.

Ethan: “I need to go to the bathroom…” He quickly went to the bathroom but didn’t realize Jacob was following him.

Once in the bathroom, Ethan took the first stall, unbuckled his belt, and sat down. However, he heard the bathroom door open and didn’t want to be heard destroying the toilet.

Ethan: “Damn… who could it be?” he said as he squeezed his legs together and a wet fart escaped between his buttocks. “Not now…” Jacob could barely contain his laughter, but he could also see Ethan’s suffering. He pulled out his phone and started watching the spectacle: Ethan writhing on the toilet and a small stain on his white boxers.

Ethan: “I can’t hold it anymore.” -PRRRRRRRFFFFRTTTTT- A long, loud, wet fart echoed off the walls as a cascade of diarrhea poured from his ass. “That’s better…” Many farts echoed for 15 minutes, until Ethan cleaned himself up and left. Jacob saw that his partner had left, then quietly slipped away.

Hours passed, and Ethan was still full of gas, but he was almost done with work. He thought his trip to the bathroom had helped, but the laxative was still working. A growl from his stomach followed by a twitch signaled the release of a fart. However, Ethan had gotten overconfident. He lifted his leg slightly, and a stream of diarrhea quickly shot from his rear end, staining his white boxers. Startled, he ran to the bathroom. When he arrived, he saw that both stalls were occupied. He jumped from leg to leg, trying to hold back the urge to defecate, and the farts started to escape.

Ethan: "Damn it… hurry up…" As soon as someone came out of the bathroom, Ethan quickly entered the stall. The stain on his boxers was getting bigger, and a small damp patch was starting to appear on his pants. He struggled with his belt while farting more until he finally let go. He pulled down his pants he sat down, and the floodgates opened, releasing a torrent of diarrhea.

Defeated, he pulled down his pants, grabbed his boxers, wiped his ass with them, and carefully threw them in the trash. Jacob then went into the bathroom, took the boxers, put them in a bag, and left. Ethan was exhausted. As soon as he finished work, he headed to his car and started the drive home. Unfortunately for him, there was roadwork, and traffic was moving very slowly. His stomach began to rumble loudly, and he knew he needed to relieve himself quickly.

Ethan: "Damn it… move it…" A cramp shot through him, and a loud, wet fart escaped. He quickly remembered he wasn't wearing underwear. “This can’t get any worse…” He rolled down the windows and unbuckled his seatbelt, but the farts kept coming until the worst happened: a sharp cramp hit him while he was driving, and a long, wet fart opened the floodgates again, and diarrhea began to accumulate between his butt and the seat. -PRRRRRRRFRRRRRT-

Ethan: “Ah…” a sigh of relief as the noisy load piled up on the seat. “This is going to be a long ride.” Ethan arrived home defeated, walked carefully, continued pooping in his bathroom, and then took a shower. Meanwhile, Jacob was celebrating at his house, since his plan had been a success and his rival had lost control. He laughed as he replayed the part where he pooped in the car in his living room.

[jereckex]

Los Rivales

Ethan y Jacob eran compañeros en una ajetreada oficina en medio de una bulliciosa ciudad, trabajaban para una importante compañía de publicidad y compiten frecuentemente por los proyectos que se llevan a cabo.

Ambos llevaban semanas trabajando para una prestigiosa marca de ropa, sin embargo, unos contratiempos en el trabajo de Jacob hicieron que Ethan terminara ganando el proyecto y terminara a su cargo, esto hizo estallar la furia de Jacob y prometió que se vengaría de su rival por echar todo su trabajo a la basura.

Jacob: ”No puede ser que ese idiota me haya arrebatado el proyecto, va a pagar por esto”, Dijo mientras revisaba sus redes sociales hasta que algo llamó su atención, era un anuncio de laxantes.

Con una sonrisa en su rostro siguió con todos sus proyectos hasta que llegara el fin del turno para rápidamente pasar a una farmacia para comprar los laxantes y a una tienda de electrónica para tener todo registrado para no perder cada detalle de su oscuro plan de venganza.

Al llegar la noche rápidamente fue a la farmacia y fingió que llevaba varios días con problemas para ir al baño.

Jacob: “Disculpe… me da vergüenza decir esto, pero llevo muchos días sin ir al baño. ¿Tendrá este laxante?”

La vendedora se dirigió a los estantes y le vendió el laxante, luego rápidamente se dirigió a la tienda de electrónica y compró un par de cámaras en miniatura para registrar cada momento.

Al día siguiente Jacob llegó mas temprano de lo habitual a la oficina, fue muy cuidadoso al colocar las cámaras en el baño de hombres, y esperó pacientemente a que llegara Ethan.

Pasaron los minutos e Ethan llegó y empezó a preparar su café, y se sentó en su escritorio.

Jacob: ”Hey, el jefe te busca un momento”

Ethan: “Ok voy enseguida”

Rápidamente y vigilando que nadie lo observara, Jacob agregó un sobre de laxantes en el Café de Ethan, según la caja era de acción rápida entonces en un par de hora vería sus resultados.

Ethan: “Que raro, el jefe no me estaba buscando”

Jacob: “Seguramente escuche mal tu nombre, perdón” Dijo mientras se iba a su escritorio y se ponía unos audífonos.

Eran las 9:30 Am y los primeros síntomas empezaban a notarse, se veía nervioso y empezaba a moverse en su silla, con la cámara y el micrófono escuchaba como unos pequeños gruñidos del estomago de Ethan empezaban a sonar.

Ethan: “Que extraño… debo tener hambre” Se levantó y fue a la cafetería por un Sándwich

Las cosas siguieron relativamente tranquilas hasta la hora de almuerzo, algunos pedos empezaban a salir y sus compañeros empezaban a abrir las ventanas para no sentir el olor.

Ethan: “Seguramente almorzar me vendrá bien”

Jacob: “Ethan, ¿me acompañas a almorzar cerca? Yo pago”

Ethan: “Oh… claro”

Ambos se fueron a un restaurant de comida mexicana, Jacob se pidió un plato simple de pollo asado mientras que Ethan pidió unos tacos con frijoles.

Después de terminar de almorzar se dirigieron a la oficina donde los problemas empezaron a surgir.

Ethan se sentía hinchado por la comida, pero los laxantes actuaron rápidamente y pedos empezaban a filtrarse sin parar, esto no era buena señal, hay informes que deben ser entregados y los nervios golpeaban el estómago de Ethan.

Ethan: “Necesito ir al baño…”

Rapidamente fue al baño pero no se dio cuenta que Jacob lo seguía.

Una vez en el baño Ethan tomó el primer cubículo, se desabrochó el cinturón y se sentó, sin embargo escuchó como la puerta del baño se abría y no quería que lo escucharan destrozar el inodoro.

Ethan: “Diablos… quien puede ser” dijo mientras juntaba sus piernas y un pedo húmedo se escapaba entre sus nalgas. “No ahora…”

Jacob apenas podía aguantar la risa pero también podía ver el sufrimiento de Ethan, sacó su teléfono y empezó a ver el espectáculo, como se retorcía en el inodoro y una pequeña mancha en sus boxers blancos.

Ethan: “No puedo aguantarlo mas” -PRRRRRRRFFFFRTTTTT- Un largo y sonoro pedo húmedo retumbó por las paredes mientras una cascada de diarrea salía de su culo. “Así está mejor…”

Sonaron muchos pedos por 15 minutos, hasta que Ethan se limpió y se fue, Jacob vio se su compañero se había ido entonces sigilosamente se fue.

Pasaron las horas e Ethan seguía lleno de pedos pero faltaba poco para salir del trabajo, creía que su ida al baño lo había ayudado pero el laxante seguía funcionando, un gruñido de su estomago seguido de un retorcijón significaban la salida de un pedo, sin embargo, Ethan se había confiado, levantó un poco su pierna y un chorro de diarrea rápidamente salió de su culo y manchó sus boxers blancos, asustado corrió rapidamente al baño, al llegar vio como los 2 cubiculos estaban ocupados, saltaba de pierna en pierna mientras aguantaba las ganas de cagar y los pedos empezaban a salir.

Ethan: “Diablos… apúrense…”

Apenas una persona salió del bañó Ethan rapidamente entro al cubículo, la mancha en sus boxers era cada vez mas grande y un pequeño parche húmedo empezaba a verse en sus pantalones, peleó con su cinturón mientras se tiraba mas pedos hasta que lo soltó, se bajó los pantalones, se sentó y las compuertas se abrieron y una cascada de diarrea empezó a fluir.

Derrotado, se sacó los pantalones, tomó sus boxers, se limpio el culo con ellos y los tiró a la basura cuidadosamente. Acto seguido, Jacob entro al baño, tomó los boxers y los guardó en una bolsa y se fue.

Ethan estaba exhausto, apenas terminó el trabajo se dirigió a su auto y emprendió el viaje a casa, para mala suerte de él, estaban realizando reparaciones en la calle y el trafico iba muy lento, su estomago empezó a rugir fuertemente y sabría que necesitaría evacuar sus intestinos rápidamente.

Ethan: “Rayos… avanza…” Un calambre lo azotó y un ruidoso pedo húmedo se escapo y rápidamente se acordó que no tenía ropa interior puesta. “Esto no puede ser peor…”

Abrió las ventanas y desabrochó su cinturón, pero los pedos seguían saliendo hasta que ocurrió lo peor, un fuerte calambre lo golpeo mientras manejaba y un largo pedo húmedo volvió a abrir las compuertas y la diarrea empezó a acumularse entre su culo y el asiento.

Ethan: “Ah…” un suspiro de alivio mientras la estrepitosa carga se acumulaba en el asiento. “Este será un largo viaje”

Ethan llegó a su casa derrotado, caminó cuidadosamente, siguió cagando en su baño y luego tomó una ducha, mientras Jacob celebraba en su casa ya que su plan había sido un éxito y su rival había perdido el control, se reía mientras en la sala de su casa repetía la parte en la que se cagaba en el auto.

[jereckex]

The date

Noah is a tall, skinny guy who spends part of his time working at a coffee shop and the rest at home playing video games. He's somewhat shy, but his kind demeanor and gentle features make him popular at the coffee shop.

As a barista, he had to wear a classic, simple uniform, but he adorned it with adorable pins, which caught the attention of Charlie, an archaeology student. Charlie is tall, strong, and has a very friendly demeanor. Noah had seen him out of the corner of his eye several times, but hadn't had the chance to talk to him. He found it very cute how Charlie dedicated his mornings to studying and the formal attire he usually wore.

Charlie studies at a large university near Noah's coffee shop, where he often spends time studying alone and drinking coffee.

One day, one of Noah's coworkers got sick, and he had to cover for her at the register. That day, he spoke to Charlie for the first time and felt he might have a chance to connect with him.

Charlie approached the counter as usual to order his coffee, as was his custom, until he saw that someone else was serving him.

Charlie: “Oh… I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Noah: “Oh, I work behind the bar, but Roxanne’s sick today. How can I help you?”

Noah was trying to think of a way to break the ice, but he was very nervous.

Charlie: “Hey, that’s a nice pin. I love that show. Could you get me an American coffee?”

Noah: “It’s my favorite character. Not many people know the show.”

Charlie: “That’s true. Do you study around here?”

Noah: “No, I’m saving up for a baking course and for an event they’re having at the museum.”

Charlie was thrilled to see that someone was interested in museums; his previous dates had always failed when the topic came up.

Charlie: “Great! There’s an interesting exhibit that just opened.”

Noah: “An artist I really like is coming to town, and I was thinking of going to see him on one of my days off.”

Charlie: “If you’re interested, we could go together.”

Noah was about to reply, but he saw the line of people starting to get longer.

Noah: “Sure, we’ll arrange it later.” He said cheerfully.

Charlie received his coffee and saw a phone number on the cup. He blushed, realizing he had made a date. That afternoon, he texted him, and they talked about their interests and their plans for the weekend. They both responded quickly to each other’s messages, and the conversation flowed so easily that neither of them noticed hours had passed. They discovered they shared a love of movies and that they both dreamed of traveling to visit museums.

They finally agreed to meet on Saturday at 3 o'clock near the local museum. However, not everything went as planned that day. Noah forgot he was supposed to have lunch at his grandmother's house, and to his misfortune, she had prepared beans with a lot of spices. Noah was so worried about being late for his date that he devoured his plate quickly and went to wait for the bus to the museum.

Once at the bus stop, a slight tremor in his stomach caught Noah's attention. "It must be nerves," he thought to himself. He checked to make sure no one was noticing and let out a small fart. -PRRRRPT- He blushed a little and boarded the bus to go to the museum, but the problems continued on the bus. He noticed that his belt buckle was bothering him a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it. However, some bumps in the road made his stomach churn even more. The urge to fart increased slightly, but the embarrassment of farting on public transport forced him to hold it in.

Once at the museum, he quickly spotted Charlie and went to greet him. They shook hands and hugged, which only made Noah's stomach feel a little uneasy.

Noah: "Hi, it's great to see you. Did you wait too long?" he said, a small rumble in his stomach bothering him.

Charlie: "I arrived a few minutes ago. Let's go in. Which exhibit would you like to see first?"

Noah's stomach discomfort distracted him, and he thought about going to the museum restroom, but his shyness prevented him from using it without Charlie hearing him.

Noah: "Oh... How about we go to the modern paintings?" he said, discreetly touching his stomach.

Charlie: "Great, let's go."

They both entered a large, old museum. Its design included two restrooms, one at the entrance and one at the end. However, today wasn't going to be Noah's ideal day. As they walked in, his urge to go to the bathroom grew stronger and stronger, and his efforts to hold back his farts became increasingly difficult. He couldn't help but let them out to relieve the pressure—PRRRRRSSSST—the people around him were annoyed and uncomfortable, and Noah couldn't help but blush and look at the floor.

In a moment of carelessness, Noah dropped his brochure, and in an attempt to pick it up, a small leak escaped from his tight white boxers—PRRRRRFFFT—"Oh no… what's happening to me, and why now… do I need to go to the bathroom?" In his desperation, he told Charlie they should quickly go see the paintings since they were very interesting.

Noah: “How about we go see the paintings? Some of these statues have been here for ages and they never change them.” He said with a mischievous grin.

Charlie: Okay, just let me take a couple of pictures.

They were halfway through the museum when a fart escaped Noah’s rear end. “Ah…” -PRRRRFFT- Fortunately, Charlie was busy with his camera, but the cold sweat on Noah’s forehead and the way he was clenching his butt cheeks showed that his urge to poop was very strong. The stain on his boxers was slowly growing, and the smell was starting to become noticeable.

Charlie: “Wow, you can really feel the history in this museum. It seems like they didn’t bathe much back in the day. It smells like sewage.” He said with a small smile.

Noah was very embarrassed, but he was also a little relieved that they didn’t suspect him, which allowed him to slowly release a few silent but deadly farts. -PRSSSSS-.

Noah: “Haha… very true,” he said with a nervous smile.

Their walk through the museum was slow and arduous. Noah’s belt gave them less time to get to the bathroom, and each exhibit was a distraction that slowed them down even more. -PRSSSSS- another wet fart escaped from Noah’s small, round bottom, and the stain on his boxers slowly grew. “Ahh…” Noah let out a small, muffled groan. The beans from his lunch were tormenting him, and at this rate, he’d have to run to avoid shitting himself.

Noah: “Look, we’re almost at the modern art exhibit… let’s take a look,” he said, gently tugging on Charlie’s arm.

Charlie: “You really like modern art, huh? Let’s take a look.”

Upon reaching the end of the museum, Noah quickly looked for the men’s restroom to inspect the damage to his boxers, but unfortunately, the restrooms were closed. He would have to endure all that messy cargo in his stomach as they slowly made their way through the museum.

Charlie: “We’re at the exhibit. Did you know that the artist of this piece had to wait a long time for the sun to rise?” Their lengthy conversation was overshadowed by Noah’s intense urge to poop, and he barely heard a word his new friend was saying. “Are you okay?” He said with a worried expression.

Noah: “Ah… yes… it’s just that these works really move me,” he said nervously, subtly touching his stomach in an attempt to look serious and crossing his arms.

Charlie: Great, then let’s keep walking. There are many works I want to see.

At each exhibit, Noah’s leaks from his rear end were getting bigger, and the brown stain on his boxers was the size of a baseball. If this continued, the stain would start showing on his light brown pants. He quickly took off his sweater and tied it gently around his waist to avoid putting pressure on it, but also to prevent Charlie and the other people in the museum from noticing that the leaks were reaching his pants.

Charlie: “The air conditioning must be malfunctioning today. There’s a strange smell in the museum,” he said, fanning the air with his hand.

Noah: “This museum is very old; there must be some kind of problem,” he said with a nervous smile. They had barely finished looking at the paintings, and there was still the entire museum to see before they had to go back to the restrooms at the entrance. "This can't get any worse," he thought sadly. His boxers must be ruined, and the museum date wasn't going at all as he'd hoped.

Noah: "Mmm..." He grimaced in annoyance, and a stream of diarrhea leaked from his rear end. He felt the warm liquid pooling and seeping between his legs. -PRRRFT- A long, wet, bubbly fart set off alarm bells, and he started walking faster through the museum.

Charlie: "Hold on a sec, I haven't seen this exhibit yet."

Noah was sweating profusely. The urge to poop was uncontrollable, and his tight boxers couldn't hold any more liquid. -PRRRRRFT- Letting the farts out slowly was his best option, but the diarrhea kept accumulating in his round rear end. -PRRRRRFFFFFT-

People were giving each other annoyed looks and covering their noses. The stench was getting worse, and people's whispers were increasing Noah's nervousness. His stomach was starting to growl, and Charlie looked Slightly annoyed, if he didn't go to the bathroom soon, all that pent-up energy was going to explode in his boxers, and he'd die of embarrassment in the process. He mustered his courage and told Charlie about his discomfort.

Noah: "Excuse me... I'm going to the bathroom... I won't be long." He braced his stomach with both arms and walked quickly to the restroom.

Charlie: "Okay." Slightly worried, he discreetly followed him through the crowd to see how his date was doing, unaware of what awaited him later.

The beans were kicking in his stomach, and every step was difficult, but he was almost at the bathroom. The museum wasn't very crowded, which relieved him a little. His farts weren't being heard by anyone, but in his desperation, he didn't notice that he was being followed.

After a few minutes, Noah's stomach felt like hours but finally made it to the bathroom, where there were only two stalls. One was out of service, and the other was being used by a boy who was urinating. Noah bounced on his feet, grabbing his buttocks with both hands, and several wet farts escaped, all without knowing that Charlie was watching his unrestrained dance.

Noah: “Come on… hurry up.” -PRRRRFT-

The boy left the stall, and Noah was preparing to enter when the worst happened. A cramp like lightning made his legs tremble, and a loud fart echoed throughout the bathroom. The floodgates had opened, and a cascade of diarrhea poured into his boxers. Horrified, Noah stood in the doorway, lamenting his inability to hold it until the end. He rushed into the stall, struggling with his belt as the messy mess began to run down his legs until he finally managed to unbuckle it. He quickly pulled off his shoes, pants, and boxers, and as he bent down to sit, a loud fart and a stream of diarrhea stained the toilet seat. Humiliated, he sat down hastily, and an explosion erupted from his rear end.

Noah: “Ah… finally… that feels so good…” -PRRRRRRRRFFFFTTT- -PRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT-

After 10 long minutes of almost uninterrupted diarrhea, a terrified Noah surveyed the mess in the bathroom. His boxers were ripped, his pants too, and some diarrhea had also stained his socks and shoes. He couldn't believe his eyes, and things seemed to be getting worse.

Charlie: “Noah, are you okay? I saw what just happened… Do you need any help?” the kind boy asked in a very sympathetic voice.

Noah: “What a mess… I’m all stained and my stomach hurts so much,” he clutched his stomach with both hands and let out a fart –PPPPRRRRRRFT–

Charlie: “There’s a cheap clothing store nearby, just hold it for a moment.”

Noah: “Okay…”

After a quick shopping trip, Charlie returned with some pants and underwear.

Charlie: “Here are the things…”

Embarrassed, Noah opened the door, and Charlie caught a glimpse of the ruined boxers, the stained toilet, and Noah’s legs and penis covered in shit.

Noah: “Sorry for what you just saw…”

Charlie: “Don’t worry… it can happen to anyone.”

After a long cleanup, the two of them left the bathroom, apologized to the line of people, and quickly left the museum to go to a coffee shop.

Charlie: "You know what? This wasn't the date I was expecting, but I think it was a pleasant experience."

Noah, amazed, stared at Charlie's sweet smile for a long time before they chatted for a while, laughing at Noah's farts.

I'll try to write more stories. I'll be reading the comments and will try to take suggestions for new stories.

[jereckex]

La cita

Noah es un chico alto y delgado que pasa parte de su tiempo trabajando en una cafetería y el resto en su casa jugando videojuegos, es algo tímido, pero por su actitud amable y sus rasgos suaves lo hacían un poco popular en la cafetería.

Al trabajar de barista debía llevar un clásico uniforme simple, pero el lo adornaba con pins adorables, lo que atrajo la atención de Charlie, un estudiante de Arqueología, alto, fuerte y con una actitud muy amable, Noah lo había visto de reojo varias veces, pero no había tenido la oportunidad de hablar con él, le parecía muy lindo como dedicaba sus mañanas a estudiar y la ropa formal que acostumbra a usar.

Charlie estudia en una gran universidad cerca de la cafetería de Noah, donde pasaba seguido el tiempo estudiando solo y bebiendo café

Un día una de las compañeras de trabajo de Noah se enfermó y debió cubrirla en la caja, ese día habló por primera vez con Charlie y sintió que podría tener una oportunidad de congeniar con él.

Charlie se acercó a la caja como siempre a pedir su café como es costumbre hasta que vio que otra persona estaba atendiendo.

Charlie: “Oh… Creo que no te había visto antes.”

Noah: “Ah, trabajo en la barra, pero hoy Roxanne enfermó. ¿En qué puedo ayudarte?”

Noah estaba pensando como romper el hielo, pero estaba muy nervioso.

Charlie: “Hey que lindo pin, me encanta esa serie, ¿Podrías darme un café americano?”

Noah: “Es mi personaje favorito, no hay mucha gente que conoce la serie.”

Charlie: “Es verdad, ¿Estudias por aquí?”

Noah: “No, junto dinero para hacer un curso de repostería y para un evento que harán en el museo.”

Charlie se emocionó al ver que alguien se interesaba por los museos, sus citas anteriores fracasaban cuando el tema salía a la luz.

Charlie: “Genial, hay una exposición muy interesante que llegó hace poco.”

Noah: “Viene un artista que me gusta mucho y pensaba ir a verlo en uno de mis días libres.”

Charlie: ”Si te interesa podríamos ir juntos.”

Noah iba a responder, pero vio que la fila de gente empezaba a alargarse.

Noah: “Claro, nos ponemos de acuerdo más tarde.” Dijo alegremente

Charlie recibió su café y vio un numero de celular en el vaso y se sonrojó al ver que había concretado una cita. Esa tarde le escribió por teléfono y hablaron de sus intereses y de los planes que tenían para este fin de semana, ambos respondían rápidamente los mensajes del otro, la conversación fluyó tan fácil que ninguno de los dos notó que habían pasado horas. Descubrieron que compartían el gusto por las películas y que ambos soñaban con viajar a conocer museos.

Finalmente concretaron juntarse el sábado a las 3 en punto cerca del museo local, sin embargo, no todo saldría como quisieran ese día, Noah olvidó que tenia que almorzar en casa de su abuela y para su mala suerte había preparado frijoles con muchas especias, Noah estaba tan preocupado de no llegar tarde a su cita que devoró su plato rápidamente y fue a esperar el bus para llegar al museo.

Una vez en el paradero un pequeño temblor en su estómago llamó la atención de Noah. “Seguro son los nervios” pensó para si mismo, miró que nadie lo notara y soltó un pequeño pedo. -PRRRRPT- Se sonrojó un poco y subió al bus para llegar al museo, pero dentro del bus seguirían los problemas, notaba que la hebilla de su cinturón lo molestaba un poco pero no le dio importancia, sin embargo, unos baches en la calle hicieron que su estomago se revolviera más, la urgencia de soltar un pedo aumentaba ligeramente, pero la vergüenza de soltar un pedo en el transporte publico lo forzó a aguantarlo.

Una vez en el museo vio rápidamente a Charlie y fue a saludarlo, se dieron un apretón de manos y un abrazo que complicaba un poco el panorama estomacal de Noah.

Noah: “Hola, que gusto verte, ¿Esperaste demasiado?” Dijo mientras un pequeño gruñido de su estomago lo molestaba.

Charlie: “Llegue hace unos minutos, entremos, ¿Qué exposición te gustaría ver primero?”

Un pequeño malestar en el estomago de Noah lo distrajo y pensó en ir al baño del museo pero su timidez le impedía usar el baño y que Charlie lo escuche.

Noah: “Ah… ¿Qué tal si vamos a las pinturas modernas?” Dijo mientras se tocaba el estómago disimuladamente

Charlie: “Genial, vamos.”

Ambos entraron en un gran y antiguo museo, por su diseño tenía 2 baños, uno al inicio y otro al final del museo sin embargo hoy no sería el día ideal de Noah, a medida que avanzaban su urgencia de ir al baño crecía más y más, y su esfuerzos por aguantar sus pedos eran cada vez mas grandes y no podía evitar soltarlos para aliviar la presión -PRRRRRSSSST- la gente a su alrededor se molestaba y se incomodaba y Noah no podía evitar sonrojarse y mirar al suelo.

En un descuido Noah tiró al suelo su folleto, y en un intento de recogerlo una pequeña fuga se escapó en sus ajustados boxers blancos -PRRRRRFFFT- “Oh no… que me está sucediendo y porque ahora… necesito ir al baño” En su desesperación le dijo a Charlie que fueran rápidamente a ver las pinturas ya que eran muy interesantes.

Noah: “¿Qué tal si vamos a ver las pinturas? Algunas de estas estatuas llevan mucho tiempo aquí y nunca las cambian.“ Dijo con una sonrisa inquieta.

Charlie: Okey, solo déjame tomar un par de fotografías.

Estaban por la mitad del museo cuando un pedo se escapo del trasero de Noah. “Ah…” -PRRRRFFT- Afortunadamente Charlie estaba muy ocupado con su cámara fotográfica, sin embargo, el sudor frio en la frente de Noah y la forma en la que apretaba el trasero daba a demostrar que su urgencia por cagar era muy grande, la mancha en sus boxers crecía lentamente y el olor empezaba a notarse lentamente.

Charlie: “Wow, puedes sentir la historia en este museo, parece que no se bañaban mucho antiguamente, se siente un olor a desagüe.” Dijo con una pequeña sonrisa.

Noah estaba muy apenado, pero estaba un poco aliviado porque no sospechaban de el, lo que le permitió soltar lentamente unos pedos silenciosos pero mortales. -PRSSSSS-.

Noah: “Jaja… muy cierto” dijo con una sonrisa nerviosa.

Su paso por el museo era lento y tortuoso, el cinturón de Noah le daba menos tiempo para llegar al baño y cada exposición era una distracción que los hacia llegar más lento al baño, -PRSSSSS- otro pedo húmedo se escapaba del pequeño y redondo trasero de Noah y la mancha en sus boxers crecía lentamente, “Ahh…” Noah hizo un pequeño gemido ahogado, los frijoles del almuerzo lo atormentaban y así como seguían tendría que salir corriendo para no cagarse encima.

Noah: “Mira casi llegamos a la exposición de pintura moderna… vamos a echar un vistazo” dijo mientras tiraba gentilmente del brazo de Charlie.

Charlie: “Si que te gusta el arte moderno, vamos a dar un vistazo”

Al llegar al final del museo, Noah rapidamente buscó el baño de hombres para inspeccionar los daños en sus boxers, pero para su mala suerte los baños estaban cerrados, tendría que aguantar toda esa desordenada carga en su estomago mientras caminaban lentamente por todo el museo.

Charlie: “Estamos en la exposición, ¿Sabías que el artista de esta obra tuvo que esperar mucho a que saliera el sol? Su extensa conversación era opacada por las intensas ganas de cagar de Noah y apenas escuchaba alguna de las palabras que su nuevo amigo decía. “¿Estas bien?” dijo con una cara de preocupación.

Noah: “Ah… si… es solo que estas obras me conmueven mucho” dijo nerviosamente mientras disimuladamente tocaba su estomago en un intento de parecer serio y cruzar los brazos.

Charlie: Genial, entonces sigamos caminando, hay muchas obras que quiero ver.

En cada exposición las fugas del trasero de Noah empezaban a ser mas grandes y la mancha café en sus boxers era del tamaño de una pelota de béisbol, si seguía así la mancha empezaría a verse en sus pantalones café claro, rápidamente se sacó su sweater y lo amarró suavemente en su cintura para evitar hacer presión, pero para evitar que Charlie y la gente en el museo notará que las fugas llegaban a su pantalón.

Charlie: “Hoy debe estar fallando el aire acondicionado, hay un hedor extraño en el museo”, dijo mientras abanicaba el aire con la mano.

Noah: “Este museo es muy viejo seguramente debe haber problemas” dijo con una sonrisa nerviosa, apenas terminaban de ver las pinturas y quedaba todo el mueso para regresar a los baños de la entrada. ”Esto no puede ser peor” pensaba tristemente, seguramente sus boxers deben estar arruinados y la cita en el museo no iba para nada como el deseaba.

Noah: “Mmmmm…” hizo una mueca de molestia y un chorro de diarrea se filtró de su trasero y sentía como el líquido caliente se acumulaba y pasaba entre sus piernas. -PRRRFT- un largo pedo húmedo y burbujeante encendió las alertas y empezó a caminar más rápido por el museo.

Charlie: “Espera un poco, todavía no veo esta exposición”

Noah estaba sudando frío, la urgencia de cagar era incontrolable y sus ajustados boxers ya no podían aguantar más líquido -PRRRRRFT- soltar los pedos lentamente era su mejor opción pero la diarrea seguía acumulándose en su redondo trasero -PRRRRRFFFFT-

La gente se miraba molesta y se tapaba la nariz, el hedor era cada vez peor y los susurros de las personas aumentaban el nerviosismo de Noah, su estomagó empezaba a gruñir y Charlie se veía ligeramente molesto, si no iba al baño pronto toda esa carga iba a explotar en sus boxers y moriría de vergüenza en el proceso. Se armó de valor y le dijo sus molestias a Charlie.

Noah: “Disculpa… voy a pasar al baño… no me tardo”. Afirmó su estomago con ambos brazos y caminó rapidamente al baño.

Charlie: “Está bien” Ligeramente preocupado lo siguió disimuladamente a través de la multitud para ver cómo se encontraba su cita sin saber lo que le esperaba más tarde.

Los frijoles estaban pateando su estómago y cada paso era muy difícil pero ya estaba cerca del baño, el museo no estaba muy lleno lo que lo aliviaba un poco, sus pedos no eran oídos por nadie sin embargo en su desesperación no notó que lo estaban siguiendo.

después de unos minutos que en el estómago de Noah se sintieron como horas logró llegar al baño, donde solo habían 2 cubículos, uno estaba fuera de servicio y el otro lo usaba un chico que estaba orinando, Noah saltaba en sus pies mientras agarraba sus nalgas con ambas manos y varios pedos húmedos se escapaban, todo sin saber que Charlie observaba su desenfrenado baile.

Noah: “Vamos… apurate” -PRRRRFT-

El chico salió del baño y Noah se preparaba para entrar al baño hasta que ocurrió lo peor, un calambre similar a un rayo hizo temblar sus piernas y un sonoro pedo se escuchó por todo el baño, las compuertas se habían abierto y una cascada de diarrea caía en sus boxers y Noah horrorizado mientras estaba en la puerta del baño se lamentaba de no poder aguantar hasta el final. Entró rápidamente al cubículo donde peleó con su cinturón mientras la desordenada carga comenzaba a correr por sus piernas hasta que logró desabrocharlo, se sacó rapidamente los zapatos, el pantalón, los boxers y mientras se agachaba para sentarse un ruidoso pedo y un chorro de diarrea manchaban el asiento del baño, humillado, se sentó deprisa y una explosión salió de su trasero.

Noah: “Ah… por fin… se siente muy bien…” -PRRRRRRRRFFFFTTT- -PRRRFFFFFFFFFFT-

Despues de 10 largos minutos de diarrea casi ininterrumpida, Noah aterrorizado vio el desastre en el baño, sus boxers estaban destrozados, sus pantalones también, algo de diarrea también mancho sus calcetines y sus zapatos, no podía creer lo que veía y las cosas parecían empeorar.

Charlie: “¿Noah, estas bien? Vi lo que acaba de suceder… ¿Necesitas ayuda?” dijo el amable chico con una voz muy comprensiva.

Noah: ”Que desastre… estoy todo manchado y me duele mucho el estomago”, se afirmó el estomago con ambas manos y soltó un pedo -PPPPRRRRRRFT-

Charlie: “Hay una tienda de ropa barata cerca solo aguanta un momento”

Noah: “Esta bien…”

Despues de unas compras rápidas, Charlie volvió con unos pantalones y unos calzoncillos.

Charlie: “Aquí tengo las cosas…”

Noah avergonzado abrió la puerta y Charlie alcanzó a ver los boxers arruinados, el baño manchado, las piernas y el pene de Noah cubiertos de mierda.

Noah: “Perdón por lo que acabas de ver…”

Charlie: “No te preocupes… a cualquiera le puede pasar”

Después de una larga limpieza entre los dos salieron del baño, se disculparon con la fila de personas y salieron rápidamente del museo para ir a un café.

 Charlie: “¿Sabes? Esta no es la cita que esperaba, pero creo que fue una grata experiencia”

Noah asombrado observó por un largo tiempo la tierna sonrisa de Charlie para luego charlar por un buen rato mientras reían por los pedos que Noah soltaba.

Intentaré hacer mas historias, estaré leyendo los comentarios y trataré de tomar sugerencias para nuevas historias