Hi. I do a lot of writing but I’ve had a lot of poop/pee prompts that I just do nothing with and know my usual readers would be flabbergasted by, so I decided to dump (haha) them all here.
On here, you will likely see: pooping and peeing with and without: smut, feederism, diapers, clothes, daddy/mommy kink, punishment (spanking, belting, etc.), lots of humiliation/degradation, non-con/rape, incest, underage, age play, dehumanization, pet play. (Side note: I know it’s the fashion, but I’m not really into eating/drinking waste, so you won’t find much of that here.)
Prompts will be tagged “prompts”, actual writing will be tagged “oops”, me just randomly talking will be tagged “did an oopsie”.
i’m sorry but someone pressing their boot against my bladder until i piss myself then blaming me for not being able to hold it because i’m just a dumb pet/kid is always gonna be the hottest thing ever
Daisy (they/them) once again needs a bathroom. This time there’s one available, but it’s too disgusting and they can’t find a way to manage it alone. Marco (he/him) once again is the only one that can help.
Contains: pooping and peeing, humiliation, teasing, dub-con touching
Daisy chewed their fingers as they bounced one foot, trying to convince their body they didn’t have to go so badly that they needed to use this gas station. The toilet was gross. Not just dirty, but the seat was cracked too. Honestly, it looked like it would hurt to sit on, on top of being disgusting.
They didn’t think they could squat over it safely, there was nothing to hold onto and the walls were slimy. The space between the toilet and the walls as too small too, they couldn’t straddle it. That also seemed like asking for getting piss on their jeans.
There wasn’t even any toilet paper. They did have some napkins from the diner they stopped at before, but not enough to cover the toilet seat and wipe with. What were they going to do?
Banging on the door startled them out of their uncertain trance and they almost let go.
“Come on,” Marco called from outside, “We need to move.”
Daisy turned, hesitating between the toilet and the door. Marco had helped them before, but he was insufferable about it. They weren’t sure they could even make it to the car in this state and there were people around, so they couldn’t piss outside. They took a breath and opened the door, gesturing frantically for Marco to join them.
“Gross,” he said as he stepped inside.
Daisy closed and locked the door. There wasn’t a lot of room, so they were practically on top of each other.
“I don’t know what to do,” they mumbled, “I don’t think I can hold it and there’s nothing to keep me steady to squat over it. Could you…hold me again?”
“Get your bottoms off then,” Marco said.
Daisy struggled to do so, between holding it and there being such little room, but eventually managed it. Marco kicked up the seat first then hoisted Daisy up holding them to his chest again. They blushed and covered their face. With the limited space though, they couldn’t spread their legs very far.
“Come on,” Marco urged, “We don’t have all day.”
“I…I’m not spread enough,” they squeaked, “It’ll go all over me!”
Marco grunted then let them down to turn them around and hoisted them up to stand on the toilet. They wobbled a little, grabbing onto his hoodie tightly.
“Easy,” he said, “I’ve got you. Now squat and spread your pussy.”
“Marco!” They gasped.
“Hey, I’m helping,” Marco pointed out, “Would you rather I left?”
Daisy huffed.
“No,” they mumbled.
They held tightly to Marco as they bent their knees and spread them as wide as they could in the narrow space. Still too narrow. They really were going to have to spread it.
“So shy,” he teased.
“Marco!” They whined.
“Alright, lemme help,” he said, laughing.
“What-??” They started.
Marco’s hand went between their legs and spread their labia. It startled them so bad they wobbled and threw their arms around him to hold on, face mashing into his. He looped his free arm around them too, helping hold them steady.
“Easy,” he snorted, “I’m barely touching you. Come on now. We don’t have all day.
“You are the worst!!” They whined.
He just laughed at them and they huffed, shifting a little. It was harder to let go with their faces pressed together, but they couldn’t shift much more for fear they’d slip. Though they probably had an easier time because of the first time.
“There you go,” he cooed, “There’s a good kiddo.”
“Shut! Up!” They hissed.
“So mean to your savior,” he said, “Should I go?”
“No, no!” They said hastily, “Don’t!”
“Relax, I’m not gonna,” he snorted.
They sighed with relief as they finished.
“That was a lot,” he commented, “You should really piss more, you’re gonna give yourself bladder cancer or something.”
“Oh, whatever,” they grumbled.
“Should shit too,” he advised, “Who knows what the next will look like. Unless you want me to hold you while you go again? Maybe you like being like this.”
“I hate you,” they groaned.
Unfortunately, he was right: they didn’t want to have another issue that could be worse. And they especially didn’t want to go outside again.
“Lemme hold your ass now,” he suggested, shifting, “We don’t have a lot to clean with.”
They pushed their burning face into his neck and held him tighter as his hands moved to their ass.
“Aww, so cute, Baby Daisy,” he cooed.
“Shut up!!” They cried.
He just laughed again as he spread them. It felt like their hole was getting stretched and they shifted a little.
“What’s wrong?” He prompted.
“Just…feels a little weird,” they muttered.
“Obviously it’s not natural,” he snorted, “Come on.”
They huffed and tried not to shift around any more as they pushed, grunting a little. At least they weren’t constipated again and it came out fairly easily. Marco cheered as it plopped in the water though and they punched his shoulder, demanding to be let down.
“Easy,” he snorted.
He let them down and had them hold themself open while he located the napkins.
“Turn,” he grunted, gripping their shoulder to turn them, “Bend over.”
They closed their eyes tightly as they did so, burning terribly as he wiped them. He tossed them in the toilet and helped them get back in their clothes.
“Best not flush,” he said, “If it clogs you’ll burn the skin off your face with that blush.”
Daisy hit him repeatedly as they exited and all the way to the car.
Really wanna shit myself while sucking my girlfriend's clit. Knowing I need to, but focusing on that instead. Feeling that pressure in my ass making it harder and harder to focus on sucking her off. Trying to hold it in, at least until she cums. But I can't. And as I take her to the base, I lose my focus. I can't hold it anymore. And now I can feel it sliding out of me. I can't stop it. My panties are full, bulging from the weight of it all. But I'm still trying to make her cum, I won't stop until I can feel her splatter against the back of my throat.
Constant feeding with just enough laxative to keep soft shit going without it being too liquid, until they’re completely mindless and take whatever they’re given without complaint.
Dog show where all the “dogs” are given medicine to make it hard to shit and put on their little boxes to race to see who can shit first. The winner gets nice treats, but rest get laxatives and have to stay where they are while they make a huge disgusting mess and their audience cheers and claps mockingly.
Brat really needs to shit but their hands are bound so they can’t get their underwear down and they don’t want to stain their favorite panties. Daddy/mommy says they’ll do it for them if brat makes them come with their mouth, but they pull away before they can achieve it. Brat’s mouth tries to follow and they sway toward them, so desperate and shaking trying to hold it. They sob and beg to be allowed to make daddy/mommy come while they shit themself.
Making them bark to be allowed to use the toilet, but they hang onto their pride too long and piss or shit themself. But it’s unsurprising an animal can’t hold it.
