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Alex wanted to try something new for his fans, but it seems to have gone HORRIBLY wrong
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A Teachers´ Meeting
Nick was a boy who loved sports, well-built and an essential member of his high school football team. He was known for his athletic skills as well as his poor performance in other basic subjects like chemistry, mathematics, and others. However, he didn't care about this at all.
Mr. Collins was the gym teacher and the football team manager and coach. He was muscular, had a chiseled chin, and always wore tight clothes. He was aware of Nick's behavior, both in academics and on the field. Nick played aggressively against his opponents, even against his own teammates during practice. He followed one rule: "Go all out, no matter the opponent."
One day during practice, as always, Nick was on the offensive. While he had the ball, one of his teammates (from the opposing team) snatched it from him, causing Nick to explode in anger and kick his teammate in the legs. This was a violation of sportsmanship, and he was reluctantly removed from practice and scolded.
Nick was quite angry with the coach. He retorted, "It was his fault for being so weak and taking away the stupid ball."
Mr. Collins didn't like these words, so he told Nick to leave the field until he calmed down, and the conversation would continue the next day.
Later that day, there was a teacher's meeting where Nick's situation was discussed:
"He's very unruly."
"He doesn't even try to solve any equations."
"He's rude and very angry with all his classmates."
These were the kinds of comments heard about Nick. The coach agreed with the teachers' complaints. Before suggesting any punishment for Nick, the principal, Mr. Matthew, intervened.
Mr. Matthew: "We know that nothing we do works to help the boy. However, I think I have an idea... You see, next month is the intercollegiate football competition, where teams from different institutions participate every year. So, what if we suspend him from the team until the competitions are over?"
No teacher wanted to say anything at that moment. Perhaps it was a somewhat severe punishment, but Mr. Collins took the initiative and gave his full support to the principal. Then, all the teachers in the meeting gave their approval, and that's how it all began.
The next day, Nick was called to the principal's office, where Mr. Collins and Mr. Matthew awaited with the news.
Mr. Matthew: "I recently received complaints from several teachers about your grades."
Nick: "I admit I'm not a fan of letters and numbers, but that shouldn't concern you because, in the end, those grades only affect me. And if it bothers you so much, just change them."
Mr. Collins: "But we do care about your unsportsmanlike behavior."
Nick: "Coach, with all due respect, I think what I did showed who should be expelled from the team – the weak ones who can't withstand us only slow us down."
Mr. Collins: "And that's exactly what we're going to do, expel the weak ones."
Nick: "Finally understood..."
Mr. Matthew: "Your coach and I have reached a conclusion. I suppose you're aware of the upcoming intercollegiate football tournament. That's why we want to ensure our victory by temporarily suspending you from the team until the tournament is over."
Nick: "But what?! I'm one of the best players on the team!"
Mr. Collins: "Skill isn't everything in the game; teamwork is the most important, a concept you fail to understand."
Nick: "Bu- Bu- But-"
Mr. Matthew: "That's enough; go back to your classroom."
This was a total humiliation for Nick – being expelled during the best part of the school year, his chance to be a star snatched away by his own coach and the annoying principal. This wouldn't stand for Nick.
Nick returned home furious. He couldn't believe he was expelled. This required a prank, not just any prank, but one that would humiliate and ruin the careers of both. But what?
While thinking, Nick turned on the TV for inspiration and found it – a commercial for an extremely strong laxative powder. It was perfect for his revenge.
He went to the pharmacy and bought 10 packets of the laxative, which came with a warning: "effect in less than 30 minutes, do not take during busy hours, effects last 7 hours with effective and efficient intestinal cleansing."
Nick pondered if one small packet caused all that, imagine 5 of those in a person. Now Nick had to find a way to trick his victims into consuming the laxative.
The next day, one of his teammates told him that Mr. Collins had mentioned a meeting with directors and teachers from participating institutions to discuss essential matters for the competition. This was Nick's opportunity.
When no one was looking, he opened the teachers' lounge door. How? By secretly stealing the math teacher's keychain.
Inside, he saw the teachers' coffee maker, and when no one was looking, he made two large cups of coffee with lots of sugar to mask the taste of the laxative powder. In each cup, he used 5 laxative packets and placed a note with the respective names of his victims: "For Mr. Collins" and "For Mr. Matthew." The preparations were complete; now, he just had to wait.
Five minutes after Nick escaped the scene, Mr. Matthew and Mr. Collins entered the teachers' lounge:
Mr. Collins: "We have 10 minutes before the meeting; I think there's time for a cup of... Coffee?"
Both were surprised to see two hot cups of coffee with notes bearing their names. They wondered who could have done this.
Mr. Matthew: "I have no idea who might have made this gesture, but it would be rude not to thank them and enjoy a good coffee."
Mr. Collins: "I agree!"
They both took a big sip of the coffee, enjoying every second of the sweetness until, without realizing it, they drank it all.
"That cup of coffee was excellent," they thought, but they wouldn't anticipate what would happen next.
Both went to the bathroom to wash their hands and freshen up for the meeting. While Mr. Collins was combing his hair, a strange sensation began in his stomach – a kind of pressure in his intestines.
Mr. Matthew: "Is everything okay, colleague?"
Mr. Collins: "No, nothing, better wait for me outside."
Mr. Matthew: "Why?"
Mr. Collins: "Well... so we save time by not leaving one by one through the door."
Mr. Matthew: "Mmmmm... alright, I guess."
Finally, the principal came out of the bathroom and waited for his colleague. It was a lousy excuse, but the pressure was intense. Mr. Collins held his stomach tightly and released a putrid gas: *PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTT*
"Oh, crap," said Mr. Collins, hoping it wouldn't happen again.
Meanwhile, Mr. Matthew was outside lost in his thoughts when a pain in his stomach stopped him, and without thinking, he let out a violent fart: *PPPFFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPFFFTTTTTTTTT* *PFFTTTT*
"Oh no! I think I had too much coffee, hahaha." Another discomfort interrupted his laughter, making him clutch his stomach tightly. "I shouldn't have had coffee; it always gives me gas, and then... oh no... well, I guess there'll be time for everything once the meeting is over."
At that moment, Mr. Colins came out of the bathroom, noticing the smell in the air. Embarrassed that it was his, he simply waited, hoping Mr. Matthew hadn't noticed the smell.
Both were visibly uncomfortable, not knowing what was happening to them. In the blink of an eye, they were in the meeting with 20 other directors and teachers from other institutions.
This year, the responsibility for organizing the competition fell into the hands of Mr. Matthew and Mr. Colins (which is why the meeting was held at their institution).
For both of them, the meeting was the same every year: which rules to follow, which institutions would lend their fields, how much money needs to be collected, etc. The meetings were more for formality than anything else.
Mr. Matthew had the responsibility of leading the meeting, and with the growing pain in his stomach, he tried to make it more enjoyable and faster, but it didn't work.
Meanwhile, Mr. Colins was sitting when another discomfort hit him: *BRBRBRBRBRBR*; that sound was his stomach asking for relief, and he complied. He didn't release gas from his anal tract, but rather, through his throat.
His burp was stealthy enough not to alert anyone, so he continued: *BURP*. With each one, his mouth became more acidic, not enough to keep his stomach at bay.
Meanwhile, Mr. Matthew continued talking until a peculiar sound stopped him: *BRBRBRBRBRRB*. It was loud enough to be heard by everyone present, and Mr. Matthew pretended that nothing happened and continued talking:
Mr. Matthew: "The fee must be *BRBRBR* fair for all *BRBR* institutions."
Mr. Matthew knew he wouldn't be able to keep his stomach at peace for much longer, so he applied an old trick: *COUGH* *COUGH* *PPFFFFTT* *COUGH*.
The fart was brief enough not to be heard by anyone in the meeting, while the fart was even more pungent than the one from the door. However, he was far enough from the others so that it wouldn't be smelled.
Sweat was soaking him; slowly, his condition was worsening: *BBRRRRRRR*; he couldn't believe this was happening now. Having a diarrhea attack because of a disgusting coffee. In his thoughts, he said to himself: "I'll find out who did it and fire them!"
The situation wasn't different for Mr. Colins. He felt a great rush of air and liquid hitting his rectal walls, waiting for a moment to escape. He couldn't hold on anymore and thought: "My stomach hurts a lot; that coffee was definitely not a good idea."
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRR*
"Please, please, I need to hold on... more!"
*BRBRRRRRR* *BRRRRRRRR*
"I can't hold this anymore..."
*PPPPFFFFFTTT*
Everyone in that moment fell silent, noticing the unmistakable sound of trapped gas escaping. The smell was the classic coffee scent with a more sour and disgusting tone. Everyone instinctively looked at each other to see who did it, while the teachers sitting near Mr. Colins knew perfectly well who it was and had front-row seats for the terrible smell emanating from him.
"Oh shit, they surely know who it was... ohhhhh no, not again..."
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRBRBRBRBR*
"Please, please, please..."
*PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTT*
*BRRRRRRRR*
His colleagues made a disgusted face, confirming their suspicions, and were disgusted by the new addition to the smell, a more penetrating odor, only caused by one thing: diarrhea.
Mr. Colins had a red face from embarrassment and a terrible pain in his stomach. He noticed something warm in his sweaty tight white underwear, caressing his crotch, finally, his body couldn't hold back, and he made the decision to release the pressure by giving way to some of the accumulated diarrhea.
"I think... I'm... CRAPPING!"
At that moment, he remembered the previous meetings, and one of the rules was "only one member is allowed to be absent at a time." He stood up from his seat, and with all eyes on him, even Mr. Matthew's, he said, "I need to step out for a moment... I left something in the car, I'll be right back." He walked towards the door, and when he left, he closed it forcefully and ran as fast as possible.
There were small laughs in the room; others had a disgusted and disapproving face, causing Mr. Matthew's stomach to stress again: *BRBRBBRRBRBRRR*. Taking advantage of his colleague's escape, he said, "I must go with him to see what's happening," but a thick and authoritative voice stopped him: "He'll be fine; you must continue with all of this." The voice was that of the Superintendent, who visibly was angry with everything that happened, and continued, "Besides, you must be aware that only one participant's absence is allowed at a time."
Mr. Matthew couldn't do anything but obey his superior, as he was responsible for financing all the present institutions and the main donor for the intercollegiate games.
He continued presenting the meeting points, but slowly his mind was clouding due to the incredible pain and pressure in his stomach. He could endure more than his colleague, Mr. Colins, because he usually drank coffee, and his stomach always expelled everything with diarrhea, but in a couple of hours, enough to get home. But this time was different; it had only been 20 minutes since they had the coffee, and Mr. Matthew was about to soil his pants without the possibility of Mr. Colins returning.
All he could do was wait and endure long enough while continuing to release pressure with gases that became more noticeable, both in noise and smell.
Mr. Matthew: "The next point will be the score topic; we will use the official system, and... *BBRRRRR* oh no... *BRRRRRRRR*"
*PFFFTTTT*
Mr. Matthew's mind: "I can't continue with this... *PPFFFFTTT* no, no, calm down, everything will be fine... come on, Colins, hurry up."
While all this was happening, Mr. Colins ran through the halls.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
*PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT*
"Get out of my way!"
His anus was pouring out the hot brown liquid he had been trying to avoid for the last 20 minutes. His underwear became heavier with each step, and from a distance, a large bump could be seen in his pants.
His diarrhea showed no mercy: *BRRRRRR* *PPPPFFFFFTTTT* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPS* *BRRRRRRRRRR*. He was completely embarrassed, passing through several school corridors emitting a terrible stench. The coffee aroma could no longer be distinguished from the gases; rather, it seemed like a mixture of the meals the teacher had in the past few days: eggs, bacon, beer, chicken, Chinese sauce, juice, etc. A combination that supported the reason why the director could endure a little longer.
He reached the teachers' bathroom, but there was a problem: "The keys... I left them in my car! Aaaaaggghhhhhh *PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPFFFFTTTTT*, shit, no time."
Desperate, he turned and ran towards the student bathroom. Each step meant taking the risk of ruining not only his underwear but also his pants and his teacher reputation.
*PPFFFFTT* *PPFFFFFTTT*
*PSPSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*
*PPPFFFFTTT* *BRBRBRRB*
"I need to get there!"
With a kick, he opened the door to the male bathroom. One of Mr. Colins's team members was inside: "Hello, coach! Didn't you have a meeting?" Mr. Colins didn't care and shouted at him, "Move and get out of here!" Scared, the boy ran out. The teacher forcefully closed the main door and blocked it with a mop nearby. He opened the stall door with force, desperately lowered his tight pants, and finally dropped his heavy underwear full of a large pile of smelly brown paste.
He sat his large, stained buttocks on the cold porcelain and closed his eyes...
*PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*
*SQQLSKSKSDJSDSJJSSKSJSKSSIS* *PPPFFFTTT* *QSSGQHSSHQHSHQHSHQHSSSHHHHHH* *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PFFFFFFTTTT*
*BRBBRBRBRBRBRBR*
"Oh shit. Finally... Woohoo, hahaha!"
*BBBRRRRRRRBBBRRRRRRR*
"Oh, so you're coming for more, huh?"
*PFFTT* *BBBBRBRRRRRRBBBBRRRRRRR*
"And... it looks like... *BRRRRRR*... you're teaming up with the beer..."
*PFPFPFPFPPFPFTTTTTTTT* *SQHSQHHSSHQHSHQSHSQHQSH*
PPPPFFFFFTTTTTTFTFTFTF* *BRRRRRR* *SQHQSHHQHSS* *BRRRRRR*
*PLOP* *PLOP* *PFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *SQQQQQSSSHHHHHHHHHH* *BRRRRRBRRRR*
*Groans*
"I think I'm done... *BBRRRRR*... No, this is not going to end soon... *SQSQQSSQHHHH*."
Suddenly, the phone started ringing. It was Mr. Matthew:
Mr. Matthew: "Hey, how much longer are you going to take to come back?"
Mr. Colins: "Well... uh... I still haven't found what I lost in the car..."
Mr. Matthew: "How much more time do you need?"
Mr. Colins: "Give me about 5 minutes... *BRRRRRBRRBRBR*, oh better make it 10 more minutes... *PPPFFFFFTTTTTT* *QSQHSHQSHQHSHQSHQ*, better make it 30!"
Mr. Matthew: "What was that?"
Mr. Colins: "Nothing!"
Mr. Matthew: "I need you now, and... *PPPFFFFFFFTTTT*"
Mr. Colins: "What was that?"
Mr. Matthew: "Nothing!"
Mr. Matthew hung up the call at that moment and saw the superintendent's serious face. He was angry about the disaster that was the meeting presentation. But how could anyone concentrate while struggling not to have a leakage and soil their pants like a little child?
The Superintendent asked, "What's happening, Mr. Matthew? Whom were you calling?"
Mr. Matthew replied, "Sorry for the interruption, but my colleague needs help... *BBBRRRRRBBBRRRRRR* urgently..."
Superintendent: "So, do you plan to leave us sitting here waiting for him?"
Mr. Matthew: "Of course *BRBRBRBRBR* not..."
Superintendent: "Something is bothering you, isn't it?"
Mr. Matthew: "Of course not... *PPPPFFFFTTTT* oh..."
Superintendent: "Of course, it is. I order you to stop whatever is happening and proceed with this."
Mr. Matthew: "Bu- bu- but..."
Superintendent: "It's an order."
Mr. Matthew: "I..."
The room fell completely silent in the face of the boss's anger, watching the discomfort and sweat of their colleague who was in total suffering. They were surprised to see that Mr. Matthew obeyed the superintendent's words in a literal, desperate, and disgusting way...
*PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*
*QSQSHQSHSQHSHQHSQHSHSHQHSHQHS*
Superintendent: "BUT WHAT?"
Mr. Matthew: "OH YES, OH YES NGAAAAAGGGGHHH"
*PFFFFFTFTTTTTTT PPPPFFFFFTFFTTFTFTFTFTF*
*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *BRRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRR*
*PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*
Everyone in the room was stunned; they couldn't believe it. Mr. Matthew, with a satisfied face, said, "I'm just obeying you, sir..." then he lowered his ruined pants, revealing a mixture of brown soup with several solid parts, including his naked balls and buttocks. He then took the trash can and continued with his work:
*PPPPFFTFFFTFTTTTT* *QSHQSHSHQHSQHSHQHSHQ* *BRRRR* *PFFFFFFTTTTTGTTTTTT* *SPLASH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPFFFFTFTTFTFT*
The angry superintendent left the room along with all the other teachers, and in Mr. Matthew's mind, he said, "Well, it seems we won't be the organizers anymore..."
*PPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPSPSPS*
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
20 minutes had passed; Mr. Colins entered the meeting room, and what he found surprised him: he saw his boss defecating in a trash can while on his right were the ruined and soiled pants.
Mr. Colins, in a sarcastic tone, said, "The coffee?"
Mr. Matthew: "The coffee."
*SPSPSPSPSPS* *QSHQHSHSHSQHSHSHQ*
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Alan's Stuffed Pumpkin
Halloween night had arrived in the neighborhood, the houses were full of decorations, Alan had taken advantage of going to a costume party that some of the boys from his fraternity had organized.
He was not a big fan of Halloween, but he wouldn't miss a good party, so he attended with a simple costume, he put on a red t-shirt with sleeves and black jeans which were more than tight for him, he thought of wearing some wings and red demon horns to complete his "costume."
It had been a few hours since he arrived at the party, he drank a lot and had a pretty good time "man, it was a great night" he told himself to laugh a little, Alan was tired and couldn't wait to get back to his apartment and rest, he took his cell phone out of his pocket to order an Uber, he was waiting for some time until a driver accepted, he finally had the answer of one who could pick him up from the party, only it would take a while due to how late it was.
Alan didn't think much of it, he was just going to relax a little while he waited, he realized that there were still some snacks that were left on the table, he was a little hungry so he was eating some of the bag of potato chips. "They taste really good, I should buy some of these for the next party" he thought to himself as he stuffed more snacks into his mouth.
While he was eating, he noticed that there was a bag somewhat apart from the rest, he was curious so he stretched out his hand to reach it and realized that it was another bag of snacks, it seems that they had only eaten a little of it, as the packaging showed they were some really spicy and seasoned potato chips. "jackpot!" said Alan, having found what seemed to be a new flavor.
"Hey, I think that you should be careful with those," Alan turned his head to see where that voice came from, he realized that it was another boy who had a ghost costume which consisted only of a sheet with a couple of holes. It seemed too simple, even for Alan who thought his own costume was boring
"Woah and I thought I had the worst costume at the party" he laughed a little in a friendly manner as he continued with the bag in his hand.
"Haha.. so funny" the other boy laughed awkwardly when he saw that he was drunk. "Listen, I really recommend you not eat from that bag, I don't know where they got it from but they seem to be too "strong"" he seemed to have a slightly more serious tone than before.
"huh, what do you mean by that?" Alan asked with a confused look.
"I mean you shouldn't eat them since it looks like you've had too much to drink and those potatoes will ruin your stomach."
"Nah, don't worry, I've eaten worse things than a simple bag of chips" Alan said, still in disbelief of what the other guy was telling him.
"I'm serious, the boy who ate what was in the bag when it was completely full could barely control his stomach cramps, I hope he found a bathroom."
"Haha, the guy you're talking about must have had a sensitive stomach or something, don't worry, I'll be fine, my toilet has seen worse things than what this can do to me, believe me," he said, still laughing while he ate the potato chips.
"Well don't say I didn't warn you" The boy said in a more apathetic manner before turning around and walking away from his sight, getting back into the midst of the people at the party.
"As if this is going to do something on me" he said to himself while continuing to eat, "they're just some potato chips, what could be bad about them?," he took the bag to sit down and wait for his Uber, it probably wouldn't take long,... right?.
10 MINUTES LATER
bprrrtttttttttbrrrr
"hmmggnn"
blblblllrrrrrffffllrrtt
"Ugh, damn" It had only been less than 10 minutes since he finished the bag of chips and Alan was already feeling pretty gassy.
pfttrbbfFTbparbttPPPPP
Alan raised his butt from time to time as he felt that it was beginning to burn a little inside his pants, he also fanned the air around him as the stench that accumulated around him was more than unbearable, he was lucky enough that some of people were drunk enough not to notice his farts, and that most people were still in the main living room.
bprttppppbarrrrr-SLPRTTTTKRRRRRRRRRR!!!
“Oh fuck¡” Alan stopped in horror when he realized what had just happened, he had shit himself a little, he could feel his wet boxers inside his pants, he realized that no one else noticed "Agh shit, how much longer will that damn driver take to get here?" He looked at his cell phone again to see that there was some traffic on the app and that it was not clear when exactly his Uber would arrive. He didn't have much time to remain upset when his stomach began to hurt badly, leaving a loud sound. He knew that if he wanted To keep his pants and dignity clean he had to find a bathroom now.
orppopttPTTtpakprrRRR
Alan got up quickly to go to the bathroom, the only one he knew in the host's house was at the top of the stairs, on the second floor, he tried to act as normal as possible by squeezing his butt as much as possible while walking around the people in the room and his stomach twisted, the last thing he wanted was to have to fart in front of all those people, he had finally reached the stairs only to see some guys talking on it.
He tried to be as fast as possible while passing by those guys, when one of them accidentally punched him in the stomach on the way up. "Oh, sorry buddy, I didn’t notice you're standing there-" the other guy barely finished speaking when Alan couldn't last that long the pressure.
brpttktttppRRRPTBBBBRTTTT
A big, wet fart echoed from Alan's butt as the other boys looked at him with faces of confusion and disgust.
"FUCK, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" Alan said as he ran up the stairs as fast as he could with his face completely red with embarrassment. He could hear the boys on the stairs coughing as they cursed at the stench that was now around the stairs. He had finally reached the bathroom and when he grabbed the door handle...it wouldn't open.
pffftbbrRRPTSspobropbtttPPPPP
"Ugh shit, is anyone there? I have to take an urgent shit now, tell me you're coming out soon!" Alan was at this point screaming in desperation as he knocked on the door as hard as he could.
SFPRKKKPPPRTTTtpkroppsrpaaaLLRTTPP - KRAPPPPPSFFLOspptrrPPPKSKK
Alan was answered by what seemed to be the sound of quite a lot of shit falling into a toilet from inside the bathroom, accompanied by some wet farts that he was sure by the sound that someone was destroying that pot.
"I don't think I'll be out of here for a-.. BProtttLRPBRrobppt ... hnnngg... while" a voice responded from the other side of the door. It was clear from his voice that he was suffering the same fate as Alan was.
"Please let me in, I'm about to shit myself!" Alan said pleadingly as he clutched his stomach, feeling more gas in his intestine.
BprtPPPRbrpBERAAAA
BttrrbbrroooppppttTTTPP
His ass at this point was covered in sweat and some shit stains due to the loud wet farts that he couldn't stop.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be out of here in an hour or-"
SKPBTTTTTPPP
"hnnng... or two"
BPKTLPPPPTTTTKLARRRRRRPPP
Alan felt like his underwear was now completely stained with shit "FUCK THIS!" he shouted from inside, he held his stomach and went to the only place he could think of, before he knew it he had already gone down to the porch from the back door of the house, he could feel his stomach grow louder and feel that his buttocks were about to open, he looked for the closest thing so as not to cause such a big disaster in the garden.
He noticed that they had left a pumpkin near the stairs, he didn't think twice before bending over completely, pulling down his pants and boxers leaving him completely exposed.
SSssPpplllaarrsch
Without holding him back anymore, releasing a shit projectile that landed on part of the wooden wall, he bent over even more to leave his dirty ass right on top of the pumpkin.
"hnnnggg"
craklppprbrbrrSSPLOprtttt!!!!
rtoppppsKKLRRRCPPPsppSSPTTT!!
A strong wave of thick shit came out of his ass, beginning to fill the poor pumpkin.
PLOBRTPtttbkrppppp
PBRPTTTTTTTbrffsLPRUPPP
He could feel his poop even spreading around the edges of his "emergency container" filling and staining part of the grass.
BBbbrPRFFFTTPKrrpssSSSLPRBBB!!
ppFFFPSkrpprtllKK!
His asshole was burning so much, the combination of all that beer, snacks and those damn potatoes had fucked up his stomach so bad, he could feel the shit almost overflowing and touching his ass while his farts were burning. making everything around him toxic.
SplABRPTTkrrlsSBRPLORTTTT!!
The smell was nauseating, Alan couldn't take it anymore, he was completely exhausted and dehydrated at this point.
SplOOBRft - brbrrSSPBRTT!
Bblloorrschkt!!
PprrasSHHPBTT - TkrapprottKLARrrpt!!
It was the last thing he heard before he fell to the ground.
Alan woke up with a huge headache, he was still somewhat dazed, he was in his bedroom and completely naked, he was quite confused as to how he got home and what happened with his whole "disaster", but he was grateful that it now seemed that he was fine and everything was over "DING!" he heard from his cell phone, he grabbed it still sleepy to open the notification that came to him.
"Hey dude, I hope you feel better now, we left you some water in the refrigerator and some pills on the table." A message that had been left just now
He was glad that his friends had helped him come back from the party despite the disastrous situation, he was about to get up when another message arrived.
"Oh and you really owe us one, this better not happen again, you're lucky no one has taken photos of you,... well almost no one" Alan felt confused by the message and saw an attached image, It was a photo of him lying on the grass from the garden completed passed out, with his butt completely naked and covered in shit looking up while the pumpkin was completely filled with liquid shit even it was overflowing and the big stain left on the white wall that would not be removed anytime soon.
"....Shit," Alan said before lying back on his bed exhausted.
(I hope you liked this story, after quite some time of inactivity, the full image is on my twitter if you want to see it uncensored.)
POV: Your BF gets the shits after Dinner Date
Our dude is laying in bed with his bf after a dinner date until the food starts to disagree with him. Free male farting porn on ThisVid tube
Declan and Becca end up stuck in detention together, and Declan has a nasty case of gas. Surely Bec can help him out~
This was a collab with the awesome @browser5
Leon Kennedys Brown Emergency ASMR
The handsome Leon Kennedy has bad stomache pains as the stress of this whole disaster is getting to his tummy. But Mr X tries his best to keep him from relieving himself…certain sounds by Matty B
A Jock and his Buddy comes in and blows up Stall next to you ASMR
Hey there, in this audio you are trying to relieve yourself during the break at school, until the jock in your class bursts in and you have to be as quiet as possible, so that he won't notice you. But, despite your best efforts, he recognizes you instantly…
Loid's Almost Failed Mission
Loid was preparing for a dinner with an external agent and enemy of the nation, who had confidential information, he was dressing in his regular green suit , before he could leave he was stopped by Yor who decided to surprise him , prepared some brownies for Loid to take to work, Loid thanked her and accepted the gift gently, after Loid left Anya asked Yor to try some of the dessert and Anya barely ate a little bit, she showed a disgusted face so she spit it out, Yor apologized as it looks like she made a mistake in the recipe.
Loid had arrived at his dinner with the enemy, the only thing he had to do was keep him entertained while they gathered information to go after him, he entered from behind giving the rest of the information to the chefs, who were Loid's colleagues, while that happened to him He left the dessert that Yor prepared for him on the kitchen table, after all he knew that her food was not the best.
He went to the meeting with the enemy, it was a somewhat large room inside a luxurious restaurant, which only had a table and a chair for them, the enemy was waiting for him and they continued discussing the attacks made on the country recently, the first dish was served to Loid they gave him a well-cooked steak with baked vegetables, he did not have a problem at the moment of eating knowing that the agency was behind the food, they continued to talk in a passive aggressive way about how they would take care of the agents personally to get in his way, by that time Loid was a little full, but he didn't give it importance thinking to himself how this would end soon, moments later they were brought dessert, the enemy this time they gave him a lemon pie, while Loid was served a chocolate tiramussu, but what he didn't know is that one of the chefs had mistaken the brwonie left by Yor for an ingredient in the recipe, causing it to be mixed into the preparation. tiramissu. Loid felt the strange taste as she put it in her mouth, but she couldn't make her enemy react or suspect, so she had to eat the rest of the dessert, after the plates were taken away Loid tried to continue the conversation naturally, settling into her seat. seat when suddenly pprrfff a fart came out of Loid's butt, he immediately apologized showing a serious expression on the outside, but blushing a little, the man looked somewhat displeased, but they continued with their usual conversation while much more pressure was accumulated in Loid's guts, the enemy he got up to go to the bathroom, Loid thought he was probably trying to escape, so he tried to stop him, but he barely tried to get up from his seat PFRRRRTT another fart bigger than the previous one resounded in Loid's ass, the enemy looked at him much more strangely and suggested that the two of them go to the bathroom, Loid didn't want someone to hear him shit and even more so if it was going to be as big as he felt in his stomach, so he had to accept, at least he would have a chance to stop him if he tried to escape, they both headed to the bathroom, the enemy going to the urinals and loid to one of the cubicles quickly, the spies can not show evidence that exposes them of somehow, so every time he had to defecate on a mission he had to carry a garbage bag for his "mess", as soon as he put the bag down and pulled his pants down to his knees, his enemy asked him. "Hey, are you okay?" PRRRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT a long fart came out of Loid's stall BRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT "oh no" Loid said as a growl felt in his stomach the worried enemy tried to get closer to know how his companion was as soon as. KKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLL FRRRRRRRRRRDSSSSSSSPPPP a river of diarrhea came out of the spy's well-formed ass he felt another round come closer having to stand up a bit to get his butt pointed right at the bag BRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKPPPPPPPP PRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT he continued like that for a little longer until he noticed how he hadn't heard anything from his enemy, so he opened the door of his stall, only to see the other man lying on the ground after having fainted from the disgust.
Suddenly he heard some noise outside so he closed his door again, a couple of officers came next to Loid's boss, they entered coughing a little because of the putrid smell, the officers took the man's body to take him to jail leaving then, while the boss stayed a little longer, she knocked on the door of Loid's stall, "thanks for stopping him, but I didn't expect it to be this way" Loid was incredibly embarrassed and his face was flushed red. "I- I" he tried to pronounce when KKKKKPPPPBBBBBBBBRRRTTT Another burst of diarrhea came out of his ass "I'll give you the rest of the day off since it looks like you're a little “busy” ", his boss said with a small laugh as she left the bathroom.
Loid kept throwing out so much shit for the rest of the day in his house
The joke made by Denki ends in an explosive and painful way
a little skecth of Almond cookie having diarrhea from some laxatives
A complicated trial for Phoenix Wright
Phoenix and Maya were in charge of a new murder trial as usual, it was against a strange guy who seemed to have poisoned his victims, they had had many cases like this so they did not see any problem, a couple of hours before They decided to go eat at a local cafeteria, Maya wasn't very hungry so she simply ordered a beigel, however Phoenix hadn't had breakfast so she ordered a large meal, with some desserts, such as donuts, sweet rolls and a piece of cake, Maya told him that he shouldn't eat much since the trial would soon begin, Phoenix reassured her saying that nothing would happen and that his body is already used to it, after eating Pheonix felt a little thirsty so he bought a coffee to go, after that they went to the court to wait for the doors to open, while they were waiting they saw how the police were holding the criminal, Phonix made fun of his situation a little and told him as it would be difficult for him to get out of this, Maya called him to review the evidence again, while he was on his way, Phoenix had forgotten his coffee near the criminal, he who, being an expert in poisons, knew exactly what to do, he moved slowly so that the The police did not notice him, while on his back he poured a strange substance into the lawyer's coffee, a second after that Phoenix had returned ready to drink the coffee he forgot, taking a large drink of it, while the sentenced seemed laughing a little, while Phoenix was about to tell him something, the doors of the court opened indicating that they should go through; Already in court, everyone took their places, and as soon as the judge indicated with his hammer that the session was beginning, Phoenix felt a strange movement in his belly, he thought it was nothing, so he just massaged his stomach, while they were indicating the victims they had caused, Phoenix felt another pain but this time stronger, Maya looked at him worried, when suddenly
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A somewhat silent fart came out of the lawyer's butt, Maya turned her gaze to Phoenix's face, which expressed embarrassment, she looked at him with an "I told you so" face, they saw how the criminal let out a mocking laugh and Phoenix looked at him annoyed , and when he had to let out a grunt
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Judge: Mr. Phoenix, is there a problem?
Pheonix: No sir -ngghh- I- I-...
As soon as Phoenix said those words an excruciating pain went to his butt, he couldn't take it anymore, he told Maya to take care of the trial, before running off while farting wetly, having to hold his fat ass with his hands, all this while the accused tried to hold back his laughter
When he got to the bathroom of the building he realized it was one of the Japanese style floor toilets, he didn't give a shit and just dropped his pants exposing his thick butt, and when he was directly on top of the toilet he blurted out a series of semi-solid shit
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He let out all that shit accompanied by boisterous farts, I see how he was under his feet, seeing how his shit was a really dark green color, which sucked a lot,
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he thought that was it until another sharp pain went through his sniff, having to hold on to the tube in front of him, bending his legs more and exposing his ass, suddenly a waterfall of liquid green shit came out like mush from his hole , feeling how it burned when it came out
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Then noticing how his shit soiled part of his shoes and the outside of the toilet, having to lift his butt from time to time to not dirty the place so much, he continued to release watery shit with farts that resounded throughout the place for a while more, all that time just praying that Maya is doing well