lazy sleep messing 😳😳😳😳😣😣😣😣😣 hear me out please please please
like fucking uhhh someone lying in bed and they feel the need to take a big morning dump but they're so comfortable in bed
so they just.. go
right there
in their bed
LIKE OK LOOK HEAR ME OUT 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐
gripping their pillow and biting their lip as they push ever so slightly, a giant log crackling and instantly tenting itself out in their pants 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
eyes fluttering closed, mouth falling open in a small moan, warm blush on their cheeks like ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
shuffling around just to push out more big logs that settle into their pants, gas hissing and squealing out, hurriedly pushing past their full holw
n then like.. the muffled whimpers and pants as they push out more creamy shit, air becoming heavy and hot with the smell and body heat under the covers 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴
maybe they have to tug their underwear a bit away from their body just to accommodate the big load they're pumping out omggg 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
then like once they're done, they let out a relieved sigh before snuggling back into the bed and possibly falling back asleep, letting the warmth of their mess keep them cozy and sleepy 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴
Warnings- mentions of stuffing, eprocto, scat, voyeurism (?)
Following a night of fooling around with their partner, after a surprisingly large, very rich, somewhat spicy dinner, A rouses just past seven in the morning, shifting drowsily beneath the sheets. It takes a minute, but soon enough, the memories of the previous night wash over them, leaving them with a renewed feeling of euphoria. B had come home with two large bags full of take-out in their arms, and, as they'd eaten, B had let it slip that seeing A the way they had a couple week ago, upon their arrival, had confused them at first, but eventually, confusion had morphed into excitement, and more importantly, admittance. B wanted what they did; to watch them grow steadily, and turn into what B had affectionately called a 'gassy, eating and shitting machine.'
Even with a night spent with B feeding them a variety of foods from a restaurant in the city, with intervals spent with palms wedged into the fluff of their belly, coaxing out rancid gas, A can hardly believe that that the desires they'd harbored in secret aligns with B's. Which is why they've barely questioned it; at least if it by some twisted fate, it is a dream, they'd have made the most of it.
The musings don't last long, for A is soon reminded of what has awoken them this early on a Saturday morning. B is still asleep, cuddling them from behind, with a leg hooked over A's hip and an arm draped lazily over their side, their hand just above the ever-existent swell of A's tummy. And speaking of A's tummy, the gassy gurgles from the night before have returned with vengeance, except, by now, it's journeyed lower and powerful cramps makes their toes curl. Biting their lower lip, A brings a hand to their belly, pressing into the spot right below their navel. The pressure aids in allowing them to push out a deep, rumbling fart that vibrates their fatty cheeks, right against B's crotch.
Sighing uncomfortably, A squirms slightly at the pressure against the sphincter. It isn't abnormal for them to need a trip to the toilet in the morning, it's routine actually, but their tummy is rebelling with an urgency that is usually reserved for only when they absolutely must have relief, without time for delay. A couple of sputtering farts, that sound sort of like raspberries being blown into someone's stomach, accompanied by a watery spray has A whining desperately. Any more and they fear they'll be making a mess all over B.
A strained exhale parts their lips, already, beads on sweat is gathering on their skin. Each pungent toot brings them closer to losing control, causing them to groan inwardly. An especially loud blast rockets out of them, and worried that their control is dwindling, A sits up hastily, consequently waking B.
"Where are you going?" B mumbles, trying to get them back into laying position.
"To the bathroom," A protests, knowing that time is of the essence. Silent gas is seeping from their sweating rear as they speak and the heat in the air makes their stomach churn.
"Mmmm," B sits up, shifting to snake their arms around A's bubbling mid, teasingly pressing into the bloat that serves as their tubby belly, "Why?" They feign ignorance, "Can't you pee a little later?"
"I don't have to pee," A counters, pressing their bum into the mattress, desperate to keep their eager load at bay, "I have to take a fucking shit," they explain trying to shake of B's frim embrace.
Chuckling, B coos tauntingly, "My gassy little pet has to poop," they tease with a chortle, nibbling on the back of A's neck, biting down a little harder when a fart whistles from below A. Truly, they'd always hoped to share their desires with B, and the new teasing is painfully arousing, but that doesn't change the fact that they don't want to ruin their favorite sheets with a messy load.
"I really have to go," they beg, their toes curling in anticipation and their palms griping their knobby knees tightly, knuckles going white, "Please let me go."
B hums contemplatively, "Okay," they permit, but their hold has yet to relent, "But," it feels like they're taking their sweet time to get to words out, and A thinks their doing it on purpose. The fabric beneath them is uncomfortably warm and even if the moisture between their cheeks isn't poop, but A knows that it won't be long before that changes. "I want to watch."
"Done," they agree hastily, standing from the minute B releases them, keeping their hole pinched shut, cradling their belly and padding over to the adjoining bathroom, with B close on their heels.
Neither of them are much too concerned with the door, and from the moment A spots the pristine, porcelain throne, an immense sense of relief washes over them. Though, it's severely short lived when B stops them, rummaging through a neatly packed cabinet below that double sink. Before A can even manage the words, B is explaining, "Not in there silly. Clearly you don't like the toilet," they wink, referring to all the soiled laundry they'd found in the tub upon their return, "So why don't you just go on the floor?"
Still nursing their distended stomach, an electric spark of arousal travels to their crotch as warning toots escape them. But they're also a little self conscious, "Are you sure?" They inquire unsteadily as B lays out the fluffy white towel in front of the tub.
"Very," they reach to lead A over, "Come on baby, I know you're desperate."
"Uh huh," A agrees, lowering their naked frame into a squat. The position is a good one, but they're a little too heavy to support their own weight on just their legs like that, so A leans forward a bit, sticking out their ass and gripping the cool lip of the tub.
Gas hisses out of them, and immediately, their puckered hole yawns open, widening around the first, eager length. Its a bit on the bigger side, but its soft enough to not hurt, easily snaking out of them. Ample cheeks, riddled with the light sheen of old stretch marks, make way for the emerging dark brown, glistening loaf, which coils as it reaches the towel positioned below A. Their stomach contracts gently as A pushes, birthing the beginnings of what they assume to be a sizeable movement.
"Look at that," B muses huskily, from their seat on the floor not too far behind, "How does that feel sweetheart?"
A grunts, wincing at the twist in the pit of their belly, "It burns a little," they pant, "And my tummy hurts." Exertion gathers on their brow, and as the length breaks off with a thud. A's shit-stained lips wink as they bear down a little, feeling another mass descend through their colon, "Oh, here it comes," they announce as a lump rears its head.
A's always been a loud pooper, prone to grunting, moaning and even a little cursing, but having B around encourages them to be even more vocal. "Fuck," they lean further forward, so their heels lift off the floor just about an inch, "B, can you see that?" With the first half of the log cleared, the rest descends with ease, "It feels big," it's just as long as the first too, piling on top of A's initial rope of shit, before breaking of with a gagged edge.
"It is," B agrees, impressed, having to shift slightly to quell their arousal, "Are you done?"
"Nope," A blasts a series of short, nasty toots. It's a lot, sure, but they can still feel some more settled inside them, "I think I've got a bit more."
It takes a couple minutes spent ridding their gut of the gas, but eventually, they're crowning again, that mass wider than the first two, but much softer, rocketing out of A and slopping in a semi-solid mass next to the first lengths. A moans as their tummy groans and gurgles, pushing out greasy blasts, smaller flecks of wet poop accompanying the gas and peppering the white of the towel.
"Does it hurt baby?" B probes, shifting onto their knees to get a clearer view of A's fluttering hole, sucking in a sharp breath when a watery fart vibrate A's butt.
"Yeah," A admits, "But it feels so fucking good too," they rock their hips, "Ngh, it's coming." The poop is slowly snaking through their gaping hole, gathering with the other loaves, snapping off before the last lengths, shorter and far softer than the rest, lands on top of the pile. "Done," they declare after a couple tentative pushes.
"Whew," B whistles, "You shit like a cow baby," They stand, colleting the roll of tissue and then joining A, "So much and so stinky."
A blushes, feeling another spark reach their crotch, "Do you wanna do it?" They offer, "I think I got really dirty," just the mere thought of having B's fingers touching them like that was so erotic to them, cleaning up after them, like they always do. Taking care of them, as they always do.
Without a verbal response, B unrolls a wad of tissue, guiding it to the split of A's ass, starting low and dragging it upwards, fingers lingering upon brushing A's hole. A gasp breaks the air and A jumps slightly, gnawing on their lip.
B is surprisingly gentle. using at least four separate wads, pressing their pointer to A's hole each time they wipe, only stopping when the paper comes back clean. They're still crouched in front of the tub, with A hovering over their little mountain of poop, when B begins; "Now," the pepper kisses on to A's sweat-dampened cheek, "Why don't we go get you some breakfast? It's time to start fattening you up."
"Nggh.." The man gripped his pants, battling an unbearably heavy bladder.
He made the mistake of packing way too many beverages in his carry-on and, stubbornly refusing to toss them, had to drink them all.
And he refused to use the plane's toilet.
After eight hours of holding, the plane underwent massive turbulence.
The man winced as the urine inside him shook violently, threatening escape.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-!! Ahhh-!!" He cried out as his seat became soaked and piss ran onto the floor. A puddle grew at his shoes, spreading throughout the plane. "Oh dear God-!" He sobbed, wetting himself.
Arrow climbed the ladder, Fran following behind. Fran didn't dare look down. Instead they stared up Arrow's skirt which revealed his crinkly diaper. Fran thought it was kinda cute. How it fit him, how it looked nice and clean, ready to be filled.
Fran stopped, diaper now in their face. "What's wrong?"
Arrow's tummy gurgled. *pprrrRRRRbt* "Uh oh..." He trembled.
*BBRRRRRRRRbptrrrrrrrrrrbt!!!!!*
Mushy poop inched its way out of Arrow into the seat of his soft diaper, slowly engulfing Fran's face. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~!!! Much better~!"
"Mmmph~!" Fran blushed, enjoying the squishy sensation. 'Someone had to potty~! I can't wait to change him~'
i want a subby puppy boyfriend who’s cute and sweet and cuddly and will let me stuff him silly full of food then sit on my lap and whimper as i make him try to hold in his poop
he wiggles and squirms in my arms, letting out hot, gassy farts against my lap, keening as the cramping and pressure inside him grows worse
and he just whimpers and whines against my neck as he loses control, noisily filling his shorts and underwear as his full belly can no longer hold in the massive load that’s built up, and i pet his hair and coo softly in his ear, telling him he’s a good boy for holding it for so long
Fara sat in her chair, drink in hand, staring out the window at the raging thunderstorm outside. She crossed her legs, distracting herself from her hopelessly full bladder. "Mmm~"
She always fantasized of peeing in the rain, adding to the water.
"Ngh-!" Her bladder panged. It was time.
Struggling to stand, Fara rushed to the front door and stepped outside.
She desperately waited for the rain to soak her, took a breath and relaxed. "Aaaaaaaah~!"
Urine warmed the crotch of her wet jeans, and flowed down her legs to her shoes. She felt so good. And nobody would ever know.
I just love the idea of people walking around with a scat fetish and no one has any idea 😵💫 the receptionist at the doctors office? holding back a fat turd so they can enjoy the relief of letting it out later. the uber driver that just picked you up? jerked off on the last toilet they sat down on because the shit they took felt so good. that customer walking down the same aisle as you? took a shit in their pants this morning and they're still thinking about it. your dentist? intentionally messes up their stomach every weekend to paint the porcelain. your college professor? been constipated for a week and can barely keep their hands off their stomach. your boss? eating the most pungent food they can find so they can enjoy the stench of the shit they're gonna take later. such a private, dirty kink that no one knows just by looking at you 🥴
Lou and Hector are all cuddled up together, sound asleep, when Lou has an accident.
What will happen as the two dream?
And what will they do once they wake up?
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Lou and Hector cuddled up against each other, sound asleep. Hector's chest up against Lou's back. The two were warm and cozy underneath the covers as they dreamed.
Lou found himself in a massive hedge maze. Every other corner had a food and drink stand. And he couldn't pass up the chance to try it all.
Hector, meanwhile, found himself sitting at the dinning table. He looked to his husband in the kitchen, eager for whatever he was cooking up.
*grrrrrgll* Lou's stomach grumbled. His belly big and bulging from everything he ate. "Ohh..." He rubbed his aching tummy, knowing it was too full.
*pRrRRRRT!* "Oh no-!" Lou needed to find the exit and FAST.
*BRrrrrrbpt!!* His ass, extra fat from being filled to the brim with poop, jiggled as he ran through the maze clenching as hard as he could. But he knew he couldn't hold it for much longer. "Ohhh-! I'm not gonna make it!"
*grrrr...* Lou shifted in his sleep. "Mmph." He groaned from the pressure. *bLRRRRRRpt* His hole, ready to let it all out, released a series of wet gas onto his husband's cock.
*plrrrBt* *BRRt* *prrRAp* *BBbrrt*
"Ngh.." Hector's dick grew tingly and warm. It felt so good.
"Food's almost ready!" Lou called out.
*grumble* "Ahh-!" *PPRRrrrbt* "Oh no-! Ngh-! Where's the exit?! Ohhh...!"
*blRRRt!* Lou's gut ached, his poop threatening to turtlehead, when he saw a sign pointing toward a bathroom. "Ah -!" *BRRRt*
Clutching his tummy, Lou turned a corner to find a line of people. All of them waiting for the toilet. He could feel his body start to lose control.
Hector looked up at his husband, who approached him with a pot of mashed potatoes.
"Are you hungry?"
Hector eagerly nodded.
*grrrrgle* "Ngh-!" *PRRRbt!* *BLrrrt* "No no no no-!" The tip of the stubborn log poked out, greeting the world.
Feeling a breeze, Lou soon realized he was pants-less. Everyone behind him could see his poop coming out!
"Oh~" His gut ached as he clenched, bent over with pain. "Hold it hold it hold it-!"
*crackle* *crr* *crak* But no matter how hard he tried, it didn't want to stay in.
Lou could hear people whispering about him as the turd inched it's way out. *bprrRk* He even heard a kid announce 'Mommy! Mommy! Look, he's pooping!' before being hushed. *crackle* *crr* He could feel their judgement. But why?! *BRRRRrrpt* It wasn't his fault!! *TrRbpt!* He couldn't control it! *crackle* *crACkLe* *BRRRRARPt!* Couldn't they see how his tummy panged? *grrr* *prrrt!* Or how he was trying so hard to hold it in?!
"Mmmph~" *BLurRRRt* "Mrmmn~" In his sleep, Lou whimpered as the head of a massive turd poked into his underwear. Brushing against Hector's longing cock. *brRRRAbpt!* *crackle* *plrRRbt!*
"A-Ah~!" Hector exclaimed as Lou served a spoonful of warm lumpy potatoes on his crotch. A wave of pleasure passed through him. Oh God! It felt so good~!! "Mmmm~!"
Lou waddled his way closer and closer to the bathroom as the line grew shorter and shorter. Hoping to hold his shit long enough to drop it off in the toilet. "Nggh..." *PLRRRRRBT!* "Oh~!" *BrrRRT!*
"Come on!! I gotta go!!" He desperately shook as little bits of shit plopped onto the ground. *bLrRRT!!* *BLrrBrrLrrrr*
"H-Hurry.. Hurry-!" He clutched his tummy as he left a scat trail. *Prrr* "Nononono don't poop don't poop don't poop!!"
As Lou grew more frightened and embarrassed, he felt his bladder swell. "Urk!" Some pee escaped and dribbled down his legs. "Nononono!!!!" He cried.
But soon enough, he found he was first in line. "Ahh!!!" He could see the toilet!!! It was so beautiful!!! He desperately bounced in place as he watched the last person in front of him exit the bathroom. "Just a little longer~!!"
Lou clenched as hard as he could and rushed to the restroom's entryway. Oh he couldn't wait to empty himself!! He just couldn't hold it anymore!!!
Unfortunately, Lou was in such a rush to get to the toilet, that he neglected to realize how narrow the entryway was. So narrow, it closed in on him. "Urk-!" His massive waste-filled ass and belly made it a very tight squeeze. "Cmon! Cmon!!!" Lou struggled to inch his way closer and closer to the toilet, only to realize he was stuck. *bLRRRRRRR* And he could feel his hole begin to expand. "No, no no!!!" He cried as the massive log started pushing out toward the crowd.
"Mmrrph-!" Fast asleep, Lou winced and wined as he shat the bed. His soiled underwear quickly engulfed Hector's erection.
"Ah-! Ah!!" Hector gripped his seat, trembling as precum oozed out of him. "D-don't stop~!!! Please!!!"
Having had plopped a massive amount of potatoes, Lou paused with a grin. "Are you sureee~?"
Hector panted and pleaded. "Please~! PLEASE~!!! I need MOREE~!!!!"
"Hmm~ I think you need a little of this~"
"Ngh-!" Lou desperately tried to squeeze his way through the doorway, but wouldn't budge.
The crowd behind him loudly exclaimed their anger and disgust as the turd continued to expand in size.
"No no no no!! I can't hold it any longer!!" Lou cried, piss spurting out of him. "Urk-!" He frantically reached for his dick and aimed for the toilet. "aAAAAAHHHHh~!!!!" Relief washed through him as he released a golden stream stretching several yards; successfully landing in the porcelain bowl. "Ohhh~! Oh God~!!"
The urine rapidly soaked the bedsheets, soon reaching his partner.
"Mmmm~!! MMMph~!!" Hector wined as Lou poured warm gravy over his throbbing dick.
"Oh, honey, is it good~?"
Hector nodded, trembling. "I-I think I'm gonna~!"
Lou smirked, approaching him closer with an eager look in his eye. "Not yet, I'm not done."
As Lou relaxed his muscles, the log poking out of him rapidly grew.
The crowd screamed as the poop approached them. Their yelling continued when security showed up to try pulling Lou out of the entryway.
"N-no!!! I'm not done!! Please!!" They tugged and tugged, but he fought as hard as he could to get to the toilet. Unfortunately for everyone, Lou wouldn't budge. "Ngh~!! Come on, come on-!!!"
Poop continued to snake out from his ass at an alarming rate, bulldozing anyone in it's range. Left with few options, the security resorted to using a plunger on his fat ass to get him out.
"No no no no!! Please just let me go in!!" Desperate, Lou continued to fight against their pull. *Brrrrrt!* "Ah-Ahhh~!" *pLRRRbt!*
After so much pooping, Lou's belly began to gradually shrink. Slowly, he gained more and more wriggle room. "Come on, come on~!" *bLRbt*
"Ahhh ha~!!" Hector drooled, his pants soaked with gravy and cum. "Louie~!" He cried out, body trembling.
With no more potatoes to pour, Lou loomed over his partner. "I don't think I have any more, dear~ Unless~?"
"PLEASE~!! M-More~!!"
Lou licked his lips. "Alright~" He firmly grabbed into Hector's shoulders and kissed him. Tender.
Lou's body relaxed further, knowing the toilet would soon be in his reach. Despite the massive bowel movements slipping out of him, he refused to give up. "A-almost-!!" *BRRRRLGG* He pulled against the security, inching closer and closer to his goal.
"Hah~! Louie, please~!" Hector cried out as Lou hovered over his crotch.
"Y-You taste so good~!" Aggressively kissing him, Lou panted as he lowered himself onto his partner.
"Mmmph~! Mmm-!!" Hector whimpered, overwhelmed with Lou grinding on him.
"Good! G-Good~! W-Whine for me~!!!"
"Nggh!!" Lou strained and strained as hard as he could, until finally. He popped his way through. Still shitting, he clenched his stomach and rushed for the toilet. It still felt so far away!!
"Aaaah~!" Hector trembled, overwhelmed and hard. The potatoes felt so squishy and warm on his cock.
Lou grinded against him while licking and biting at his neck. "Yes~! Yes~!!" Lou cried out in arousal.
As the two kept panting, potatoes and gravy ran down both of their legs. Dripping and splatting onto the floor.
"Mmmph~! Mmm~!! Mmnrrm~" Hector whined, ready to burst.
"Come on~ Come on~!! Come for me~! I know you want to~" Lou teased. Perhaps pleaded.
"I-!!! I~!!!"
"Don't fight it~ Just come! Please come!! Come!! Come!!! Come for me~!!!"
"Ah-! Ah~!!"
Lou was almost there!!! He hovered over the toilet when-!
"AHHHHH~!!!" Hector screamed out, arching his back. His partner moaned into his ear.
"Oh God~" Lou exclaimed, eyes closed, as the rest of his load slithered out of his ass and into the bowl. A sense of bliss overcame him. "Ahh~ ha ha~" A relieved smile creeped on his face as he sighed.
Before Lou knew it, his gut was finally empty. Lou opened his eyes, then looked into the filled toilet. God, he had to go so bad!
He then turned back to the horrifically massive mess he made. "...Oh." Shame washed through him. He tried so hard not to have an accident, he swore he tried!!! How could something like this happen?!?
Lou shook as security came to take him away. "No no no no...."
"Mmm..." Hector shifted in his bed, eyes struggling to open. His dick still tingling with arousal, and a need to piss. Not that he wanted to get up anytime soon. 'God, what Lou did felt so good~ ...Was it really just a dream?' He blissfully wondered, wrapped up against his partner. "Mmm~" 'He feels so warm~ And... mushy?'
Hesitant to move, Hector inched back. "Oh my God," A large load of soft shit had filled Lou's underwear, staining the bedsheets. Hector blushed. "Is that.. what I felt that whole time?" 'Why does he look so cute like this? So irresistible...'
"Nngh..." Lou trembled, crying in his sleep.
"Ah-!" Snapping out of it, Hector went to jostle him awake. "Wake up! Wake up! You're okay!! It's okay!!"
"N-no no no no! I didn't mean to!!!"
"Lou, you're fine! It's just me!"
"Huh?" Lou blinked, processing what happened. "Hector?"
He nodded. "You okay?"
"I... Um. Yeah. It- it was just a dream. Sorry."
"Uh," Hector paused. "Apparently not 'just' a dream, I'm afraid."
"What do you-?" Lou's eyes widened, realising what he did. "Oh no," He tossed away the blankets, further revealing the mess he made. "Oh no, Oh no, Oh no!!!"
"Hey, hey, don't panic!! It happens! We can take care of it!"
"Why?!! Why did it have to happen again?! I-I thought I was doing so good!" Lou panicked, head in his hands.
"'Again'? This happened before? Er, I mean, I know you struggle with it sometimes. Just," 'I've never seen him soil the bed before...'
"...I tried so hard not to let you see this. Especially not here," He cried. "I couldn't control it!"
"Ah-! No no!! Don't cry!!"
Lou couldn't bring himself to speak. 'He thinks I'm disgusting!! And an idiot!!! Damn it, he's going to leave me! They always leave!!'
"Louie, this doesn't change how I feel about you! I know you couldn't help it. I-I knew you had accidents before we were dating. That didn't stop me then and it won't stop me now!" Hector gently laid his hand on Lou's shoulder. "I love you."
Lou remained still a moment, before turning to hug his partner. He still couldn't speak, but Hector knew he was trying to say 'I love you too'.
"Ah, sweetheart~" He kissed Lou on the head before rubbing his back. "How about we get everything cleaned up?"
Lou sniffled and nodded.
"Good," The two let go of each other. "...Are you gonna want any help in the shower?"
"...No."
"Okay. J-Just thought I'd ask," 'Dumbass!! Why would he want you in the shower after THAT?! Focus!!!' "You go shower, and I'll get you new pajamas and fix the bed. Alright?"
"...Alright." Lou carefully got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Let me know if you need anything, okay?"
Lou faintly smiled before leaving the room. Hector couldn't help but stare at his messy ass on his way out.
Hector collapsed back on the bed and sighed. 'God, he was so cute,' He covered his face, ashamed. 'Did-? Did I get turned on from him shitting himself?!?' He shook his head. "No, no, it was just that weird dream!! Crap doesn't... do that to me..."
Hector's mind recalled when his breath would go heavy at the sight of Lou desperate for the toilet. "Ah, that. That doesn't mean anything! H-His ass is gorgeous! It doesn't matter what it's doing!" He reassured himself. "Besides, I never felt like that with my past boyfriends anyway. Heh." A nervous smile creeped on Hector's face.
The smile was quickly wiped off as he remembered excitedly watching his lovers head for the bathroom, knowing that they were about to take a shit. "N-no!! I-I wasn't thinking about that!!! They were prepping for my cock up their ass! I-If I liked shit and piss, I would've known by now!" '...Right?'
Hearing the sound of the shower start, Hector sat back up. "What am I doing?!" He got up from the bed, and rushed to find Lou clean clothes. Picking up a pair of pajama pants, he couldn't help but wonder how Lou would look soiling them. "Ngh..." 'Don't think about that.' Hector folded up the clothes and set them by the bathroom door. He could hear the water bouncing off his body into the drain. His naked body. His naked. Wet. Body. 'God, I wanna go in there and touch him~'' But he couldn't bring himself to enter.
Instead, Hector made it back to the bed. He knew he had to remove all the sheets, but he chose to lay back down for a moment and think. 'I wonder what it looked like coming out of him. D-Did it all come out at once? Or, was it all nice and slow~? And big~?!' "Mmm~" 'What would it feel like if he shat on me on purpose~? Oh God~!' "Ah-!" Hector gasped, and tried to snap himself out of it. "...Maybe I'm a kinda into it after all."
He glanced down at his boxers, just noticing the brown shit stains on the front. "Ahh!" 'Damn it! I gotta replace these!' He paused, reconsidering it for a second. His body tingled as he teased his thigh. '...Later.' Gently touching himself, Hector looked at where Lou used to be. Now there was only poop stains on a large patch of yellow. 'Man I wish Lou was still here. Then I could-' He trembled at the thought of fucking a messy Lou. "Oh God, I gotta tell him." '...Would he still like me if he knew?'
Listening to the shower run, Hector's bladder panged. "Ngh... Damn it! I gotta piss so bad!!" He looked up at the bathroom door. Lewd thoughts about Lou overwhelmed him again. 'I could join him in the shower and~! N-No, I can't go in there!' Hector squirmed looking at the piss soaked mattress, jealous. "Nngh~!" 'Hold it, hold it!!! He'll be out soon! Just hold it!!'
The shower kept going. And Hector's poor bladder couldn't take much more. "I-I wanna pee here~" He whimpered, ashamed to admit it. He reached down his boxers, and pulled out his semi-aroused dick. "C'mon, c'mon~" Gently pumping it, he aimed and relaxed.
A loud hiss sounded from his cock. "Aaaaaah~" Hector moaned as he released a forceful stream of piss onto the bed, further staining it with urine. "Oh God, yes~!! Yes~!! Oh, Fuck yes~!!" *BRRRrrt* "AHhh~!" Some farts escaped from his backed up ass as he pissed. *prrrbt* "Fuck~! FUCK~!!" Hector continued to gently stroke himself, resisting the intense urge to go harder. 'God I wanna cum so bad!! But-!!' "Ohhh~!!!" *bLRRRRt* "Ngh~!!!" 'This piss feels so good~!!' "Haa-! Haa~!"
Gradually, the flow slowed down to a dribble. "Aaah~" He closed his eyes, reveling in the bliss. 'That felt really good. REALLY good.'
Hector sat up and stared at the soiled bed. "I have to tell him how cute he is when he poops."
The shower shut off.
Hector jumped off the bed and rushed to get all the sheets. '...I'll tell him later.'
Louie stepped out of the bathroom, now in fresh pajamas. He was feeling much better, but still embarrassed. "Hey, um," He paused. "I'm sorry..."
"I-It's okay. Don't worry about it."
"I'm trying."
"...Y'know, uh. The bed's kinda out of commission right now. We can go sleep on the couch if you want?"
Lou took a moment to consider it. "...Yeah, I'd like that."
Nick ran into the bathroom, struggling locking the door. "Come on! Come on-!! Urk-!" Squeezing their thighs together, they tried to hold it.
Despite their effort, the wet patch on their pants rapidly grew. "Ah-! No no!"
Warmth spread and ran down Nick's legs. "Ahhh~ God~!!" Aroused, Nick relaxed. Letting piss pool on the floor. "AhhhHhaa~! Fuck~!!" They panted and shook. How could they let loose like this?! Their mom was still home!! "Aaahh~ That feels good~!"
Nick embraced the warmth, when their asshole puckered and opened. Crap poked against their underwear. "Ahh~!! Nonono!!!!" Clenching, Nick rushed for the toilet.
