Just a little bit gross

22 // they/them // sideblog - scat, mess, upset tummies // do not follow if you're under 18 // I interact from omomoth

[messy-moth]

Hi! This is a sideblog for omomoth ! You can call me Moth, I’m 22 and use they/them pronouns. My main blog is where i post omorashi content so check that out if it’s something ur into! 

Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Things I post :

- Scat / messing 

- Some epructo / gas

- Some stuffing maybe

- I may end up posting emeto at some point but I haven’t quite decided if I’m into it lol, this especially will be heavily tagged if I do

Things I’m not into :

- Diapers & abdl stuff

- Scat play / smearing

- Feederism / intense stuffing

I will tag everything i post so if you’re into some but not all of the things I post it’ll be safe for you to follow! 

My personal tag will be mmothspeaks (2 m’s!) 

[groaningmoaningtummies-deactiva]

TW: Scat, shit, sleepy shitting, touching themself in an intimate way 😏

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[shittyomo]

Another accident I had recently that was pretty good was a few weeks ago on my way home from Walmart

There’s a Walmart about a mile and a half from where I live and i always walk there to get extra exercise (I have one of those little granny carts for this purpose) and my stomach had been acting up all morning but usually it calms down if I get moving: I took a huge dump right before I left so I figured I’d be fine for the twenty minute walk there

As I was getting to the Walmart my stomach started to feel a little off again but it calmed down while I was standing in line to get in (social distancing rules) and by the time I was in the store I’d actually completely forgotten about that ominous twinge.

I shopped for my groceries and a few necessities, taking about half an hour, and as I was picking up a few last items I got another bad cramp that almost made me lose it immediately in the middle of the frozen food aisle and I was like “fuck I can’t just leave my own personal cart outside the bathroom, someone will take it, I have to hold on until I’ve bought everything and then I can go” which at that moment seemed like it might be impossible like I got three or four killer cramps and mayyyybe sharted just a little

But then while I was waiting in line to buy everything it just went away? And on autopilot I just rang up everything and then walked out of the store, only to be immediately hit by another crippling cramp. But I couldn’t just turn around and go back in bc there was a huge line waiting to get into the store and tbh I didn’t think I could wait that long

So I walked across the parking lot to one of the little restaurants, stopping and clenching against the gurgling flood every few steps, only for them to tell me they were really sorry but they couldn’t allow customers to use their restrooms due to covid

And at this point I’m like desperately trying not to just shit right there in front of the poor girl and I can’t face that. I consider going back to Walmart but the line is even longer than before and I really don’t want to shit myself in line with a cart of groceries I already purchased so I head for home, desperately clenching against my mess even though I know there’s no way I’m gonna make it over a mile in this state

I was sort of hoping it would go away again but no such luck: I made it pretty far, all the way to the park around the corner from my house (no bathrooms, but tons of people) and then I got pinned to the spot by a bad cramp and felt it start pushing out into my underwear. I stopped it pretty quickly but I was wearing light grey shorts that really show everything and when I felt back there was a bulge and I knew people had seen me stop and cross my legs and could probably guess at my ~problem~

I started walking again out of sheer desperation to get out of sight of all of these people before I lost all the liquid I could feel churning in my guts. It’s a very long park and I absolutely did not succeed, losing little surges of shit and blasting wet farts every few steps. Feeling back there was a wet patch very quickly as it was a very very loose mess. Trying to hold it in hurt like hell but I didn’t want this to get any worse in sight of so many people

I finally made it around the corner into my neighborhood and I just put my back to someone’s hedge and pushed, absolutely exploding into the seat of my pants. I was pinned there for probably five minutes just cramping and farting and shitting, and I wasn’t even done, just at enough of a break that I was hoping I could make it the rest of the way home

The rest of the walk was a nightmare: shit started running down the backs of my legs after only a few steps, and I was dripping a trail of diarrhea. And worst of all, my neighbors were all out in their yard having some kind of barbecue. The stress of having all their eyes on me in that state made my stomach cramp again and I just power walked, hoping to make it to the relative privacy of my mostly enclosed porch. Tragically there are stairs up to my porch and I absolutely could not hold it on them: I felt liquid shit flood out of my butt and down the backs of my legs even as I kept walking. I squatted on my porch and finished up that round, trying to get control enough to get my key in the lock and get inside

I raced to the bathroom and had just enough time to drop my pants before another explosion of shit forced its way out of me. Ended up on the toilet for literally another half an hour and felt like I was shitting my entire guts out

[shittyomo]

Sadie is pretty used to the two hour bus ride across town to get home from work. She usually listens to music and scrolls social media, trying to look unapproachable enough that no one will speak to her. It’s not that bad, really, and she can’t afford a car

Today, though, it’s a lot more uncomfortable than normal. She’s been feeling bloated all day, and it’s just seemed to get worse since she sat down on the bus, her stomach gurgling with built up gas. It’s barely twenty minutes in when the pressure gets bad enough that she can’t hold back a long fart. It’s silent, thankfully, but the smell is terrible. She tries to surreptitiously crack open the window: if anything, the pressure in her guts has only gotten worse, and she’s pretty sure that won’t be her only burst of flatulence.

Her stomach hurts so much. It’s not even five minutes before she’s pushing out another fart, desperate for some relief. The person sitting across the aisle from her sniffs and looks around, frowning. Sadie shifts in her seat and farts again, putting a hand on her stomach as it gurgles.

The pressure builds further, and she starts to push again before abruptly realizing that something much more solid than gas is pressing at her hole. She barely manages to clench in time, grinding her butt into the bus seat. She still has an hour and a half left, and she has to shit, now.

It feels like all the pressure in her guts has suddenly moved downward as she cramps horribly. She puts a hand beneath her and rocks against it, biting her lip as she tries desperately not to lose control. She makes it five minutes before another fart bubbles out of her, staining her underwear. The person across the aisle gives her a look and moves to a different part of the bus.

Despite her best efforts, little toots of gas keep bubbling out of her, each bringing a little more mess with it than the last. She’s still got more than an hour left when the first log starts pushing out properly, and she clenches as hard as she cn, barely managing to suck it back in.

She’s digging the nails of one hand into her leg as hard as she can, fighting the unbearable pressure in her stomach and trying not to attract any more attention to herself as she turtleheads. She’s still got more than 45 minutes left when the first log pushes out far enough that she can’t get it back in. Even pressing with her hand isn’t enough to stop it: it slowly mushes against the barrier of her pants and underwear, sliding further and further out despite her best efforts to stop it. 

She takes her hand out from beneath herself, gripping the seat instead. She can’t handle having to feel the bulge growing beneath her, knowing that it will be obvious as soon as she stands.

The first log finally breaks off, followed by a long expulsion of gas. She manages to clench closed before more mess can come out, and she manages to hold it back for almost ten minutes before a torrent of bubbly mush explodes out of her, squishing up the back of her shirt. She’s lost all control and it just keeps pushing out of her; it can’t be more than a minute or two really, but it feels like a small eternity of cramping and shitting

Her stomach has visibly deflated by the time she’s done, although it’s still gurgling unpleasantly. 

She’s sitting in her mess, still twenty minutes from home, when a large group of people get on the bus. It goes from being nearly empty to being full, including someone sitting right next to her. The uptick in anxiety is all her stomach needs to start cramping urgently again. 

She can’t even squirm,  aggressively aware of the man sitting next to her; if she moves, the smell of her poop will certainly intensify noticeably, and he’s bound to associate that with her shifting. There’s no initial gas this time, just another log of poop pushing insistently at her hole.

There’s less than ten minutes to her stop when it starts pushing out properly, and the rest of the ride is spent in frozen, miserable acceptance as she slowly poops herself again, several logs coming out as she fights them every step of the way. She nearly misses her stop, caught in the horror of the feeling. 

She gives a little push as she taps the person next to her to let them know she needs off: she’s just hoping to not be actively pooping when she gets up, but of course this causes not only the rest of the log to push out but also a loud bubbly fart. The man looks at her in disgust as he stands to get out of her way, and it feels like everyone in the bus is staring at her as she waddles to the door. 

Her tight, light colored jeans are no doubt showing off her accident in a very obvious way. Even once she’s off the bus, it feels like there must be eyes on her everywhere. She has to walk through a busy area of town to get home, and her stomach is still cramping, causing her to let out bubbly farts as she hurries toward home, feeling the large mess shifting against her bottom with every step        

[ohmygodtime]

tw: messing (haven’t gotten any complaints about this type of content so i will continue unless everyone hates it,,, but i am on the weird side of tumblr so i think i’ll be fine)

i tried to hold it as long as i could after drinking a few sodas and eating a jumbo hotdog, which was like the size of my head and i know it’s all processed garbage but it’s so good,, however they always fuck with my tummy. i was laying around watching tv a couple hours later when i felt a cramp in my gut. i stripped down to my boxers n stayed laying down, it was only a little cramp. i knew i would need to go soon, but i was fine. i felt the pressure of my gas building up and decided to try to get some of it out. i pushed when i felt a fart building and ended up letting out a huge wet blast into my boxers.

i was so surprised. i usually never have wet farts. i rushed to my bathroom and then let out another wet fart into my boxers. i needed to go. so i went. i squatted a bit and pushed out a sloppy load into my underwear, with loud wet farts to accompany it. i couldn’t help but groan and whine while i pushed it out, it felt so good to get it all out. my tummy groaned while i pushed and after i got it all out, i ended with another powerful fart into my mess.

[grosskinks-anonymous]

I want someone to empty days of backed up shit into their pants while sitting in my lap.

That is all.

[mooomiiilk-deactivated20220713]

i adore scenarios that involve shitting the bed, whether it be intentional, they can’t hold it in their sleep, or they’re too lazy to get up.

just a character with a bad stomach ache, all curled up in bed with a mix of soft groaning and stomach growling filling the silence in the room right up until they let out a batch of wet shit into their underwear.

bonus if they continuously shit themselves while still in bed instead of using the toilet

[brapoholicsdotcom]

your fave has been on the verge of shitting themselves all day.

they've been hyper-aware of it, a thick log pressing snugly against their hole, begging to come out while they were busy at work, refusing to take a break and relieve themselves. to make matters worse, a steady stream of silent gas had been slipping out around the log, a stench comparable to shit itself, following them around like a cloud.

the urge to just let go is indescribable. to simply unclench their hole and let the built up soft shit fill their pants, on show for anyone to see. or even to give in to the humiliation and be the one to stink and clog up a public toilet, so painfully aware to anyone else in the bathroom through the loud exploding bursts of gas trapped behind their shit.

their tummy aches, whining about the trapped poop and farts that begs to dirty their asshole, stomach bulging against their waistband.

what a dilemma, they think

at last, after a few more painful hours and an even more painful drive home, they dash to their toilet and let their logs of soft steaming shit fall into the water below, accompanied by the toxic bassy farts they knew where trapped beside it. the force of the gas makes their poop splatter against the toilet bowl, ruining the surface. they moan unashamed and orgasmic, the relief so pleasurable it's almost arousing, if not for the remains of the dull stomach ache.

[secretlygross]

okay so, a concept: you know how people will like, grope their partner's ass or between their legs, and if you got someone good their stomach as well, usually when they're leading up to sexy times but sometimes just to tease as well? well consider: that, but make it slobby 😏. you're with someone good and fat, rubbing their stomach while you kiss with your other hand at their ass, groping the load they're currently dumping into their pants 🥴🥴. so both your hands get to feel up somethin' nice and soft and warm 🥴🥴. or maybe you're cuddling, watching a film or something, and you're just idly rubbing their stomach and one way or another your hands end up making their way south, groping at whatever they've got between their legs, and it just feels so nice they can't help but relax and let their piss out directly into your hand 🥴🥴. and being so relaxed like that, it's no surprise for you when you begin to feel something squishing between their ass and your crotch 😳. and something so warm and soft like that, I can't imagine holding back from rutting into it, whether or not you decide to relax too and make a mess to match your partner's 🥴🥴. -🚿

I love that kind of casual laziness that both you and your partner could enjoy 🥴 no warning, just going 🤤

[secretlygross]

Oh my gosh the idea of someone standing at a urinal and accidentally letting a log out has me goingggg, but consider, what if they realize too late that they should have gone to the toilet, and instead of moving over they decide they have already let a little out and might as well finish it off, before thoroughly filling their pants 😳😳

ooof the inherent laziness of not wanting to move over a bit so they just go in their pants 🤤 maybe they get into the habit of doing it at the urinal when they're alone and they end up casually shitting themselves next to strangers 😳

[secretlygross]

oh, also – saw one of the other asks and thought, guys who take a piss butt-naked outside, letting loose as they casually stroke off while pissing and take a big fat dump standing up 🥵 shit pushing past their cheeks messily as it either splatters or heavily thumps onto the ground~ guys with upset tummies having shits so runny they arc out from their holes onto the ground behind them~ and I'm not into smearing or anything, but guys whose dumps are so thick and hard that they eventually give up grunting and panting, trying to birth a fat log that isn't going any further than sticking 1" out of their hole, and reach behind themselves to physically pull it out...moaning with relief as it slowly slides out...mayyybe pushing it back in a little to rub past their prostate like that again, just like that... mmm~ - 🌺

ghhhhh standing and shitting is just so fkn good 🤤 imagine hanging out with your buddy and he starts pissing and you think that's all but then you notice the way his cheeks start parting 😳🥴

[nastyslob]

Imagine being out on errands or a run, and going over to someone's house for a few minutes, asking to use their bathroom, only to relieve yourself somewhere like the floor/table/bed

that would be so hot.

maybe i’m desperate, they tell me where the bathroom is but i somehow get lost and make my way into their bedroom. damn it. i have to go so bad i might go in my pants. a fart bursts desperately out of me and lets out some dribbles with it. i’m not gonna make it, so i push my way into their closet and shut the door, pulling down my pants and spraying my piss everywhere- i cant even control it, it makes a dark puddle on the carpet, sprays on the door, and hits some of the shoes and clothes. it feels so good to make such a mess. i finish peeing and fart loudly, grunting and pushing out big logs onto their floor, moving around so they’re everywhere. i finally finish with another burst of gas and leave the closet- before i exit the bedroom i’m about to pull up my pants, before i realize i’m not quite finished. i bend over and push out one more on their bedroom floor, a small piss puddle with it, and finally exit casually. no wiping necessary.

or intentionally. the person let’s me in and tells me to use any restroom, as if i know. i shrug it off, i hardly understand toilets. i walk into their living room and glance around, before pulling my pants to my ankles and taking a seat on their couch. my piss dribbles out of me easily as i watch what they’ve left on tv, soaking the coach. i fart a few times before my body is ready to poop. it’s disgusting. it comes out of me difficultly, i have to lift my leg up. it’s mushy and almost painful, but feels so good to me. i grunt and whine loudly as i unload on this persons couch, biting my lips before finally giving in and touching myself. i’ve finished pooping, but i hardly noticed as i bring myself to an overwhelming orgasm on this strangers couch. i don’t wipe before i pull up my pants, i brush off my mess and leave wordlessly.

[pissbuddys]

someone walking around with the tip of a log of shit sticking out of their ass cause they cant suck it back in

[kitkat-2204]

I keep imagining someone who is too lazy to use the bathroom turtleheading… and attempting to fart around it to relief pressure without pooping.. and they are shifting their body weight onto one side, scrunching their face in an attempt to grasp onto that one fart… “ahh yeah I feel it right there..” they say as their legs shake and quake from the potential relief of this risky fart their trying to push out.. and eventually they do and it is quite the relieving rumbly fart that squeezes around the log that makes the character not move at all and just completely focused on that nice.. rumbly fart.

Ohh I love it…

[yrsogross]

farting on the toilet is just so nice… the way the sound echos and vibrates and how you can feel it push out around a log trapped in your ass. im melting auuhghhh

[unloadingrelief]

I fucking LOVE hearing moans of relief while someone is just completely unloading, letting loose, just absolutely EXPLODING and pushing until there is absolutely nothing left to push… Completely and utterly empty and relieved.

UGH!!😩🥵

[groaningmoaningtummies-deactiva]

TW: Scat, messing, purposeful messing, and non-graphic mention of a horror film ;)

D warily watched as C guzzled a small, cool carton of milk they had pulled out of the mini fridge tucked just under the nightstand near their bed. The TV at the end of the bed blared something of a horror-film, but to be blatantly honest D was not a child and therefore not affected by the strawberry sauce and plastic hands. Their attention was easily drawn to their VERY lactose intolerant spouse, and their eyes narrowed slightly when it appeared like C finished the entire carton. 

“… What?” 

C threw the carton across the room, nailing it in the trash can and settled back down. They payed no heed to D, and after a moment D sighed, and simply snuggled into C’s soft side. The best part of any movie night was snuggling with C, no question about it. 

It… was about ten minutes later that a gurgle filled the air, clear as day to D who was resting their head on C’s shoulder.

… No. No, if C wanted to disregard their health, then D wouldn’t stop them. C didn’t seem bothered by it…! Even as the periodic gurgles and rumbles from their stomach became closer and closer together, and C shifted in their position. 

D was just going to have to ignore them. 

C sensed that D was pissed at them, but frankly they didn’t think they did anything wrong. So, they didn’t care. The horror film they were watching was decently good anyways, and distracted C from the gradual bloating of their stomach. Finally, C grunted and shifted, a fart filling the air around them as gas was released from their stomach. 

D didn’t comment.

C… actually liked it that way. A small smirk touched their lips as C let another one rip, slipping their hand beneath the waistband of their PJ’s. Their hand massaged the chubby skin there, working through the bloating with each release of gas. Their stomach cramped and C grunted again, their hand moving to soothe the spot above where it panged painfully. 

The milk was sinking in, clearly. 

C focused on the film, not really caring in what they were doing to themself. 

About an hour in, however, discomfort brought C’s mind away from the screams of the helpless and down to the waist band digging into their stomach fully and obviously bloated. Hells… it almost looked like C was pregnant. C once again shifted, this time to pull the waistband down past their tender stomach to press on the less sensitive skin. The stomach pain got worse, as did the cramps, and C vaguely felt the pain travel lower… and lower… 

“Nghhh,” C quietly groaned as they shifted enough to lift their ass cheek off the bed, a filthy fart spluttering out of their ass. 

They were practically squirming on the bed, and it was finally then that D turned and pressed a kiss to their C’s lips, exasperation in their soft brown eyes.

“You’re a fucking idiot, love.”

D turned on the bed so they were on their knees, and they gently pushed C back onto the pillows. They undid C’s shirt right as C’s stomach gave a loud and threatening gurgle, and immediately D’s hands were there to soothe the pain.

“Just let it out, baby,” D murmured, a far cry from being pissed now. How could they be upset when C was in too much pain to get to the bathroom…? They applied pressure with their hands, making a wet fart splatter into C’s boxers. “Don’t hold back for me. This film is crap as it is. Let it out…”

C wasn’t going to argue when D’s hands were so lovely, and their head dropped back with a keening whine. C arched their stomach into D’s hands- and with one more push a whole fucking shit-load of hot, mushy shit shot into their boxers. 

“Ughhhh, D- that’s it-“ C encouraged with a low groan, as D soothes a cramp right as it hit. 

Oh- oh that was good. That was right. The mushy shit burned C’s asshole, settled into the cracks of crevasses of their body, but ohhh the relief was incomparable. C grunted hard, the last of it sliding from their asshole to plop to join the others. They lowered their ass back to the bed, feeling the shit squelch in a way that made C clench their ass cheeks. 

“… Better?” D asked as they leaned forwards to cup C’s cheek, a small smile on their lips that was only a TAD bit exasperated by their beloved. 

C’s lips tugged up.

“So much fucking better.”

[kitkat-2204]

This…. Was heavenly oh my fucking god

[kitkat-2204]

Just that nice relief.. bro I’m in love