Just A Messy Lil Kink Blog

23, he/she/they 18+, minors DNI Just a place to dump my kinks of the messy variety. Expect content involving bodily fluids, mommy kink, daddy kink, consensual noncon, and potentially darker content as well. Not a safe space.

[sinningtamer]

"streamer doing horny/kinky thing while live" is one of my guilty pleasures to think about, but there's always a tiny voice in the back of my head chanting TOS! TOS! TOS! when i try to

[sinningtamer]

i say i'm going to draw art for an idea like this but then i just post this

[dontmakemeright]

What the hell is edging even?

Getting a good boy so close to their release you can already see their eyes rolling back, can feel their clit pulse, their cock throb, the little sounds leaving their mouth getting impossibly needy. They're so sweet, even telling you that they're going to cum.

All that to just - stop completely. To see the confusion, the desperation in their eyes turn into tears as you repeat the act again and again and again until the boy under you is nothing but a dumb, whiny mess. Babbling and begging, sobbing and drooling, only a wrong look at their pretty parts could send them over the edge.

Having a smart boy not even remembering his own name because his only thought is the wish to cum. This is power.

[mothtowers]

honestly if you dont have some type of cringe-ass autism-induced deviantart-tier fetish you arent truly living life

[yellow-handkerchief-deactivated]

historical fiction inspo

[pissbuddys]

honestly so fucking insane that k1nk shaming is a thing like if no one is fucking being hurt who cares if you think somethings gross just close your eyes and block on god

as ive talked abt on this blog recently as well a lot of k1nks are developed in like early childhood its not somethinh we can like control and as ive also talked abt on this blog before people get like legit mental anguish and therapy over k1nks that are completely fucking harmless just because of the shame and culture surrounding it if you k1nkshame legit fuck you

im not talking abt like jokes jokes r fine if they dont go to far i joke abt my own k1nks just be nice i mean like legit hateposting abt k1nks

[pissbuddys]

medical omo but whatta bout...medical messing, someone bedridden embarassed and blushing with there legs up while theyre caretaker places a bowl under them to relieve themselves in. bonus if shyness kicks in and theyre unable to go

[tummy-stuffing-king]

I know I'm largely inactive and this is a weird thing to say on a kink blog, but bcs I know how reactionary conservative men love to populate these spaces, I just want to make it clear: this blog is for socialists, anarchists, communists, queers, punks, people of colour, women, and sex workers

And any bullshit I see speaking against these people on my posts warrants an immediate block

[tummyachesandchocolatecakes]

Here here to that. Haven't posted in forever, may not be posting again properly any time soon, but I do linger and see what people post/share. So keep your hatred to yourselves.

[downforthegas-deactivated202605]

My gross thoughts and wet farts aren't for you conservative cunts

[hidethisblogjfc]

Warnings- Eprocto, Scat/messing under the cut.

Stumbling into their apartment, A's lips are hot on B's. It's been a while since work has allowed them to have some time for themselves, and naturally, they've used the evening off to go on a nice date; a movie B has been longing to see, dinner at a nice restaurant in the city and then a walk in the park with their fingers interlocked and B's head on A's shoulder.

B, the smaller of the two, is easily pushed up against the wall, not too long after the door is slammed shut behind them, and A presses themselves to their partner's smaller frame. Things had gotten hot and heavy when they'd lingered on a bridge at the park, sharing long passionate kisses, but on the drive home, A had felt something drop in their stomach. On the twenty minute route, things had only seemed to get worse, and A had let out a few silent farts, thanking the stars that the windows were down and B was too polite to comment. But one thing is becoming exceedingly clear, the combination of theatre snacks and a rich dinner was not agreeing with them.

It didn't help that all the stress from work, tracing back to at least a week, had clogged them tight, ensuing that A's bathroom trips were unproductive, with the exception of taking a piss. Too embarrassed, they hadn't even mentioned to B.

And now they're here; with their hands gripping B's hips, keeping them pinned to the wall, and a storm brewing in the pit of their belly. Briefly, the contemplate letting their partner know; they're understanding and won't mind if A takes a few minutes to handle business, but it's been so long and despite having to actively keep their sphincter shut, A is enjoying the moment.

"I need you," B whimpers, pawing between them to find the button of A's pants, desperate for more contact.

Ironically, A is so wrapped in focusing on only B, and not the pressure in their colon, that they can barely muster up a response. Though, the unthinkable soon happens; when B's hand unconsciously pushes against their bloated tummy, in an attempt to undo A's pants, a loud, bubbling fart slips out. Stunned, B stops, looking up at A through their lashes. Humiliated by their body's betrayal, heat rushes to A's face and they stop too, going even redder when the apparent flood gates are opened, resulting in hot, wet gas forcing its way past their sweating cheeks, creating a heavy, foul humidity around them.

"Are you okay?" B probes, looming their arms around A's neck, tenderly caressing the nape of their neck.

A knows that they can tell B anything, and their body has already decided to give them away, but still, they can't bring themselves to admittance, so instead, they lie shakily, "Yeah," they muster up a shy smile, "Yeah, I'm fine it's just gas. Sorry," they add, noting the eggy smell that lingers.

"It's okay," B coos, considerate as ever, "We don't have to keep going if-"

Foolishly, A protests B's offer to put a pin in things, insisting that their fine, following up their fumbled reassurances by pressing their mouth to B's, capturing them in a lengthily, suggestive kiss. Still, they can't seem to escape the wrath of their bowels and just as they began fiddling with the buttons of B's shirt, they feel the weight of their load press warningly against their anus.

When a string of dangerously wet toots rockets out from around their impending load, muffled into their underwear and jeans, B doesn't comment that time. With weakening vigor and more of their efforts now redirected into not shitting themselves, A suppresses a moan against the inviting warmth of B's mouth when something low in their protesting tummy churns painfully......and audibly. There's no denying that they really have to go.

Before long, a hard, warm mass is crowning, pushing pass their puffy lips and they absolutely can't stop it. The week old loaf spreads them wide, and even with B's lips no on their neck, A pushes instinctively, eliciting a soft grunt. The shit soon hits the seat of their underwear, but doesn't break off, and A, now overwhelmed by the erotica of having B all over them and the urgency of their load, is at the mercy of nature.

By the time B notices that something is off, the smell of shit clings to the air and they pull back, only to observe the peculiar look on A's face, "Are you okay?" They ask again, the mood has completely shifted and B's hand on A's arm soothingly.

The stretch of silence is short, but it allows them both to hear the crackle as A fills their pants. Shame paints A's features and they grip their taunt belly with one large palm, "I'm shitting myself," they admit sheepishly with a wince as the stubborn mass pinches off, not giving them a minute to recover before another, nearly equally large turd, is pushed out, with more ease that time.

"Oh, baby," B coos, brushing their cheek with soft fingers, wincing sympathetically when A groans through another stubborn length, pressing into their tummy. For a minute, B seems unsure on whether or not they should help, but when a sloppy blast punctuates A's load, sounding, and smelling, like whatever was behind was going to be much worse that firm turds, B hesitantly puts their hand on A's belly.

A's crotch tingles excitedly when B slips their hand into their pants, pressing into the achy bloat above their public bone. The steady kneading coaxes out pockets of fetid gas, and if it weren't for the now crippling cramps gripping their tummy, A would have long tried to get to the toilet. Instead, A grunts in as a softer wave spread around their mucky cheeks, joining the bricked loaves already sagging heavily in their jeans. "God," they groan, squeezing their eyes shut, half in mortification and half from the pain of their massive movement, "I'm so sorry B."

"It's okay," B coddles, their efforts to help A unwavering, "Accidents happen sweetie," pressing a kiss to A's cheek, their nose stays pressed to A's face, and A can't help but think its because of the disgusting odor they've created.

An explosion ends with another onslaught of A's bowels rushing to rid itself of a brutal mix of buttery popcorn, sugary soda, wine and a garlicy dinner. Their overworked hole begins to burn and their soft mess spreads around messily, clinging to their ass, weighing down the back of their jeans.

Thankfully, the last wave of muddy poop tappers off with a few more gassy emissions just as it had started to seep through the leg holes of their underwear. It doesn't completely go away, but the pain in their tummy soon subsides into a dull ache and A is finally able to straighten up again, hand still protectively laid on their stomach. The silence in deafening as B finally retracts their hand and A desperately wishes that a spontaneous spilt in the earth will swallow them.

Sensing A's embarrassment, in a bid to lighten the mood, poke light fun at A or both, B's hand, travels down their back, settling on the obvious mass in their pants, "I guess someone needs help cleaning up, huh?"

[your-fave-is-eprocto]

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[twotruckz]

Reminder that

•you are not gross •you are not disgusting •you don’t have to feel guilty about liking something when you can’t control it •having kinks-no matter what it is- do not make you any less of a person •even though not everybody has them, having kinks is perfectly normal •it’s ok if you embrace your kinks •it’s also fine if you don’t •have only one or a few kinks??? That’s fine! •have so many kinks you can’t count them??? That’s also totally fine! •just know there will always be someone out there willing to love and support you, no matter what you’re into

[xxkinkyskunkxx]

[ CW - AMAB x Gender Neutral Character Imagine, Pooping (no eating, no smearing, just going), BJ, eproctophilia, light humiliation ]

Imagine Character A being sucked off by Character B on the toilet. B can feel every time A pushes to shit by their d!ck tensing in their mouth and throat. B sucks A diligently, squeezing their legs together shyly as they listen to A grunt and groan. B watches past A’s balls as a long, thick log slowly inches out.

Character A suddenly pushes B’s head down, filling their senses with the smell of their body and the sh!t in the bowl below. A moans loudly, shooting their load deep down B’s throat as the log finally shoots out of them and releases a long, gurgling fart that was trapped by the sh!t. B can feel their asshxle puckering by the cxck throbbing down their throat, now suddenly empty after carrying that load so long. Character A releases B off of their cxck, shoving their face right between their legs with their chin on the hot toilet seat. A makes them sniff up that stale, vile fart as their bxlls press on their face and d!ck lays across their head. B better get to wiping before they can’t stand this stink any longer...

[yourlocallovesickie]

As most of you know I went camping a few days ago, and while I was away a came up with a few camping-related prompts (mostly scat)!

1. The classic 'needing to go during a hike'.

2. Messing in the lake

3. Needing to go during a canopy rope course and messing in the restraints. (Also, having diarrhea on a zip line?)

4. Vomiting because of fear of heights on said rope course

5. Messing in a boat/in the lake while on the boat.

[his-tummy-isnt-good]

© PARA

[imagineyourgassyotp2]

Imagine you’re on a date with your fave. Before going to the fancy dinner with you, they met with their friends and had a lot of greasy snacks that are now sitting heavily in their belly. Still, they don’t wanna be rude, so they order a bunch of food on top of it all. The moment they see you they realize how bloated they are. While talking to you, they hold their butthole clenched as they fantasize about sitting on your lap and farting to their heart’s content. Their desperation is growing and they’re starting to think they’re gonna loose control as the waiter brings you your main course. Adding more food makes the pressure insufferable, so they try their luck with subtly farting. They release a long silent fart that has been marinating in their stomach for a couple of hours and gained putrid smell of concentrated hot shit. While the terrible stench assults your nostrils, your fave doesn’t even notice bc they’re too used to their own bodily smells. Seeing you don’t react (either out of politeness or bc you secretly enjoy it) they decide that being subtle was successful and so they keep stuffing themselves with food, every few moments letting out out lingering silent but deadly explosions. They feel pretty confident as you get brought dessert and so start releasing rumbling farts into the fancy seat. You of course pretend not to hear anything, or see them lifting up one leg to let go another eggy hiss and keep chatting away.

They grow really fond of you and offer to go to your place and watch a movie. You agree and drive the both of you there. Your fave quickly gets desperate again during the long journey and turns up the music as they shamelessly rip ass, just a little bit too loud for you not to hear. As they try to relieve themselves of most of the bloat before they enter your home, they make your car smell more or less like an outhouse in the middle of summer next to a baked beans eating competition.

You two finally arrive home and you show them around. As you pick your movie, your fave takes one of your decorative pillows puts it down on the sofa in front of the tv. They sit on it and you sit next to them, moments later they put their arm around you. You two sit calmly, nicely cuddled up as your fave, still bloated, relieves themselves by letting farts rumble deep into your pillow. As they put a blanket over the both of you, you’re almost stuck in a dutch oven, forced to pretend that you don’t smell some of the worst stenches nature has to offer. As you cuddle, your fave’s fart start getting louder and nastier, but they’re still convinced you didn’t notice anything.

(scat warning)

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[messyimagines]

Does anyone else ever conjure up these weirdly elaborate worlds where scat and open defecation is just commonplace?

I have a lot of different fantasies about these, I guess depending on the particular elements I want to explore. I also love worldbuilding and thinking about the different sorts of cultures that would arise in a place like this.

Like, what if scat is treated just like sex and its just as common in movies for the male lead act out dropping a fat log in front of his female costar as it is to have a sex scene. Typical chick flick, romcom style movies would have implied scenes, showing just enough for you to understand what’s happening without showing everything in graphic detail. Not too disimilar from the type of poop scenes you get in comedies—someone needing to go to the toilet and you can tell because their stomach makes that stereotypical movie gurgling noise, they’re hunched over and grabbing their ass. They make it to the bathroom and explode and all we can see is their face and hear the messy wet splashes in the toilet. It’d be similar in the sense that we can’t see their ass, and if we do see any shit it would likely be fake since this is a normal Hollywood production. But imagine the possibilities, the different scat scenes you could get in a world where scat fetish is just as acceptable as romance.

Gentle lovescenes with one character holding the other as they unload in the toilet, diarrhea not played up for laughs but to show that their lover is patient and tender. One night stands turned messy for that spontaneous “instant connection” type love—they were made for each other, look how she shits on his cock without even knowing him well!

Well known porn production companies would produce scat content right alongside all their other material. Scat based sex work is readily available, with models of every body type, sexuality, gender, age range, etc. There is something for everyone, whether you prefer cheap acccesible porn or high quality ethical porn directly made by sex workers for their fans. You don’t have to hide your kink. Your coworker accidentally forwarded a scat link to the whole company and it’s only damaging for being unprofessional. You know your best friends’ favorite models, and wow they’re a great recommendation I’ll have to check them out later.

I imagine that, here, scat is another form of release. For those in a religious abstinence-enforced environment, scat is as taboo as sex. Sex positivity is paired more often than not with poop positivity. Magazines like Cosmo and Bustle have entire love advice sections for how to make your shit more appealing to your lover.

Sexual attraction changes a bit, too. Some people are sex-favorable scat-repulsed. Some people are homoromantic bisexual demi-scatric, with no gender preference for poopers. Some people are acearo pan-scatric with massively hyper scat libidos that have them craving scat action all the time, and form queer platonic relationships with partners of all genders to satisfy their needs. There’s just so many fascinating ways this could interact with how their society comes to understand sexual liberation and exploration.

I have sooooo many worlds I’ve built up in my silly little fantasies. Maybe I should post them lol

[gurglesgasgrunts]

Two boyfriend's are in their separate Uni classes. Last night they both had a huge meal which affects them both at the same time. They end up rushing to the same bathroom and noisly releasing Infront of each other.

I like the idea of them being in stalls beside each other. (A) barrels into the bathroom first, yanking down his pants and thudding heavily onto the seat only to hear someone else rush in. It’s the worst thing that could happen. (A) is a really shameful shitter. So he hugs his poor, gurgling belly and tries to wait out the other man who’s now struggling to undo his belt and uttering panicked curses. When he finally gets it off, his bare ass doesn’t even hit the seat before he explodes into the bowl with a loud moan. Wait, that voice... and those shoes. It has to be-

“(B)?”

A wet fart splatters the porcelain and (B) grunts his boyfriend’s name in surprise. “Oh, wow. You know, I think that pizza we had last night is getting its revenge. You might want to finish up, baby.” With a groan that (A) wouldn’t dream of doing in public, (B) bears down and his hole opens around a flood of chunky sludge that plops and splashes into the murky water.

“A-actually I haven’t started yet. My tummy’s messed up, too.” He winces and splays his fingers along the tight surface of his cramping, bloated gut. His poop feels so wet and greasy. At any point he feels like it’ll slip out, slopping out of his ass and embarrassing him. Rocking back and forth lessens the pain a little, but what will really help is something he’s not sure he can do in front of his boyfriend. “I have to go so bad.”

“Just go, don’t be shy.”

(A)’s belly groans mournfully and a little splash from their stall makes (B) chuckle. “Sounds like it’s comin’ out already, there’s no use trying to hold it in.”

“No, I- just hurry up and finish so I can go. Before someone else comes in,” (A) squeaks. The shit that just forced it's way out slicks his hole and he plants his palm against the side of the stall as if the stability will help him hold the rest in.

“You saw how much I ate, I’m not gonna be done anytime soon.” As if to make his point, his belly bubbles loudly. Reluctantly digested mozzarella, oily pepperoni, and greasy chicken wings rush through his cramping insides and blasts the toilet. “Fuuuck…” He massages his gut with a firm hand and turns to the divider blocking the view of his sweating lover. “Your turn.”

With a small cry of defeat, (A) gives in. All he does is relax, finally, and a torrent of greasy diarrhea slips out of his ass. The sensation makes him think of a hose being unkinked. All that pent-up water rushing out so suddenly. Wet and warm against his dirty hole.

Soft chunks slap the water as he pants and squeezes his eyes shut. Embarrassment darkens his cheeks but there’s no pinching back the flood. His need for release is too urgent.

“There you go, that’s it. Let it out.”

His belly cramps and contracts, working hard to rid itself of the heavy meal that stretched it to capacity last night. A thundering fart comes out of nowhere and makes him jerk. He looks towards the bathroom door with wide eyes and hopes that if there’s anybody in the hallway the sound didn’t reach their ears.

“Ooo, impressive. But,” (B) sinks his palms into his burbling gut and pushes out a fart that sounds almost inhuman in volume and length. “Ahhhh. I think I’ve got you beat.”

(A)’s lips twitch upwards and soon he can’t stop himself from giggling. It jolts his belly and uncontrollable pops of gas and spurts of shit punctuate each laugh and the sound of it has (B) grinning, as well. And to think he was absolutely mortified just a little while ago. He loved that about (B). He could make the worst situations bearable. Even enjoyable.

A cramp wrenches his gut and for a moment he’s forced to pause his admiration and strain. Beside him, (B) noisily grunts out his seemingly never-ending load and (A) joins in, squeezing out gassy waves of shit.

[gurglesgasgrunts]

A tyrant king has his castle stormed by rioting peasants who drag him out and roughly stick him in a pillory. It’s right in the middle of town and they gather to stare and jeer when he’s inevitably forced to shit and piss himself.

There’s no hiding the growing bulge from the leftovers of the feasts he’s gorged on: hunks of meat and fragrant cheeses. Thick slices of bread to mop up the juices from rich, fatty birds…

He can’t cover his face and prevent them from seeing him strain away the tummy cramps. Can’t help but fart and moan in shame while they laugh.