Someone is live tweeting about how they consumed water orbies almost two weeks ago and hadn’t pissed or eaten within that time but apparently doubled in size within the night 😨
Plz don’t do this shit irl, this is why I draw it and write it so I don’t gotta end up calling 911 becus u thought bloat testing water orbies would be a smart idea???? dhdkdhdjdhd keep that junk in the fictional realm my dudes
This is sadistic and not something I’d actually do with an unwilling participant, obviously, but I like to imagine forcing someone to shit. I’d pin them against the wall, maybe hold their wrists above their head, and taunt them as their need to push grows. They’d look at me with wide eyes and beg.
“Please, let me go. I have to shit so bad. Don’t make me do it here.”
“Shit? That’s a pretty grown up word for someone who’s about to ruin their pants like a baby. Tell me again what you need to do.”
They’d be reluctant to play along but decide it’s in their best interests to do so. They gulp and their voice tremors.
I was asked about an old story, and I’ve rewritten it. I can’t remember how the old one went exactly but I think this is how it went down. Anyway, I hope it’s alright haha 😅
You go on a week long trip and come home to find that your FC hasn’t shit since you left. You give them a few bottles of warm milk to help get things moving and massage their belly.
Contains: ABDL type relationship, messing, farting
Imagine a constipated man waking up to about an inch of hard shit poking out of his hole. He must admit it was an exciting thing to wake up to. Not so much as a toot has escaped his clogged shitter for days.
Eager to relieve himself, he throws off the blanket, rolls on to his gut, and starts to strain. He moans and groans into his pillow as the turd teases his hole. It descends a little as he pushes only to get sucked back up once he stops to take a breath. Out and in, out and in.
Absolutely determined to get his poop factory back on schedule, he arches his back and grinds his gut into the mattress. The rhythmic motion stimulates his cock and soon he's leaking and working towards another kind of release, as well.
Gradually, the massive log snakes through his stretched shit hole. The pitch of his moans rises and his breath quickens. He clutches at the sheets.
The chunks of hard shit that make up the thick sausage bump and slide along his prostate. He cums with a shout right as softer shit explodes from his poop chute, not unlike a shaken champagne bottle that's been uncorked. He lies there, panting and trembling as his belly noisily deflates.
Imagine a thief who stole jewellery and got caught swallowing all of it to hide the evidence. He is now being kept in a room with no toilet. The authorities wait for the valuables to pass through but need to release him after a certain amount of time if he doesn’t shit. Totally standard procedure in this imaginary world. Eventually, nature starts to call and he fights desperately against his body’s urges to push. He manages to hold his shit in for days.
The thieving bastard can’t help but grin and relax when he learns he’s about to be set free. It’s a costly mistake. A violent grumbling visibly quakes his gut. The guard watches from the doorway as the thief frantically grinds his ass into the bench to stop a thick loaf from squeezing out.
getting bullied into stuffing yourself constantly with things that don’t agree with you and then being forced to hold it in ( via strapped in plug ) and the person literally has to beg to shit, but their bullies just reply with, “Mm, that doesn’t sound too convincing! I think you can hold it in for another day or two!” And they could obviously hear the others stomach gurgle painfully loud in protest of their decision 🥴
I wonder what ways could convince them you desperately NEED to go 🤔
So okay constipation from swallowing something you can’t digest and thus having to wait for you body to naturally push the object out on its own- backing up any other progress they had stewing in em
Getting backed up from over indulgence in candy or fast food is always a nasty way to keep things interesting ☺️ the unimaginable indigestion from the excess amounts of sugary goop / oily fat .
Shit denial is always ACES! A character being very poop shy so they refuse to do it naturally or try to make their motions as quick as possible. When they get the undesirable urge to relieve themselves they’ll sit hard on their bottom, squeeze their legs tight and try their very best to hold it back. They don’t even realize how compacted it is, as long as they can pass a few marbles throughout the day that’s always been fine; BUT (perhaps someone’s been keeping track of them and slips a stool softener in their meal) now you’ve got this person clutching their gut for dear life trying to hold back loads of newly formed soft shit on top of weeks upon weeks of compacted stool 🙃
Characters trying to shid themselves quickly to get out of discomfort is kinda 👏👏 they only manage to make their tums hurt even worse and their ass beyond sore!
And can I talk about how much I adooore when characters behinds are so sore they can’t help but openly complain when sitting down or moving around - so much so that their S/O pulls them aside and offers some soothing cream for their troubles
Intimacy is rubbing cooling cream on ur favs inflamed asshole 🥺😳
I can't stop thinking of a scene where a character gets sick in the middle of an emotional fight because they're so overwhelmed... like S and J arguing over something rlly stupid and they're both not backing down until J suddenly stops mid sentence, becomes quiet, and just leaves the room... S immediately feeling bad so he follows him out after a minute or two and he just sees J leaning over the kitchen sink throwing up dinner 😌
S forgetting the fight they were having after seeing his brother puking whatever little food he had in his stomach and tries to help him get to the restroom, but J refusing all help because he's still mad at him 😌
I also like it when one person gets really upset and starts hyperventilating without even noticing so the other person has to check up on them mid-fight mmm yes
a/n: i have been regretfully insanely h*rny for like a week now ❤️ dont know what’s wrong w me lol. hope y’all enjoy this one tho :)
A always struggled with incontinence — they found it difficult to listen to their body. They never quite knew when to stop eating, or when to go to the bathroom. Their partner B often had to remind them to eat, and sometimes A wouldn’t realize they needed to go to the toilet until they were practically messing themself.
B wanted to put an end to it. She loved A dearly and hated to see them struggle. She didn’t mind reminding them to eat, but it was harder to remind them to consistently go to the bathroom. She came up with a plan, picking up a package of adult diapers from the store one day.
“So I have an idea,” she told A, sitting them down on the couch. “You know how you have trouble going potty without being reminded?”
A nodded and blushed.
B pulled out the diapers. “I was thinking you could wear these. Then, whenever you are, when you need to go, you can just go! What do you think?”
A squirmed where they say. “I mean...it sounds a little...embarrassing,” they admitted.
“But it’s less embarrassing than pooping or peeing your pants, right?” B said.
A thought for a minute. “I...I guess you’re right. This is...a good idea.” They sounded unsure, but willing to give it a try. Then they asked, “who would change me? Change my diapers, I mean?”
“I would, silly,” B said. “You’ll wear one all day and night and you can tell me when you’ve used the diaper, and then I’ll get you a fresh one.”
A was warming up to the idea. They let B help them into the diaper, and then the two were off to bed.
A always fell asleep before B. They liked to be the little spoon, curled up against B. It wasn’t long before A was snoring softly. B closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her sweet partner.
After an hour or so of drifting in and out of sleep, B felt A’s tummy tighten. She opened her eyes and looked at the back of A’s head.
“A?” She said softly. No reply. They were still sound asleep.
A thrusted their bottom back against B and whined quietly. B quickly realized what was going on. A was about to have their first poop in the diaper. B put her arms around A’s torso and began softly rubbing their tummy, feeling it tense once more.
“Let it come out,” she whispered to A, holding them close to her. “Push it out whenever you’re ready.”
B heard the gentle noise of liquid trickling into the diaper as A released their bladder. Then A quivered, and a short throaty grunt left their lips. B heard the diaper crinkling and she smiled. “Good job, sweetie,” she whispered as the sound of urine dissipated, and something solid forced its way out.
A wasn’t done. They launched into another unconscious push, pulling their legs up to their chest, their stomach flexing against B’s arms. The diaper crinkled and popped as it flexed outward against B’s thighs. A let out another shaky grunt and breathed heavily.
B pressed her fingers to A’s tummy and could still feel more poop waiting to be pushed out. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered. Suddenly A jerked awake.
“Wha- what?” They sat up, looking around sleepily. Then B saw their expression change. Their face contorted involuntarily, and their eyes glazed over. A noise of confusion and urgency came from their lips as another log crowned from their bum. “Oh my god, I-“ they tried to speak, spreading their legs instinctively and leaning back on the pillows. “I’m pooping, hhhnnnnnnnnmmngg, I’m pooping,” they grunted, then released their push, panting hard. “Why didn’t you wake me up??”
B brushed some hair from A’s sleepy face. “Honey, this is what the diapers are for. So you can poop whenever you need to without having to worry about messing the bed.”
A’s face twisted again as they stared at B, unable to speak through another massive effort of their bowels trying to empty themselves. “I don’t - Hnnnnnnnnnmng,” they groaned so gutturally it was almost a growl. Then they panted. “I...This is so...babyish,”
They blushed, closing their legs back up and looking away from B. “I feel icky.”
“Aw, baby,” B said. “Don’t. I think this will be really good for you. Aren’t you glad you didn’t have an accident in the hallway like last time? Wasn’t this much more relaxing?”
A looked at her. “Yeah, I guess.” They smiled.
“Good,” B leaned over to kiss their cheek. “Now, are you all finished?”
“I think so,” they said.
“Do you want me to change you before we go back to sleep?”
“Yes please.”
They both got up to head to the bathroom. Just before they got there, A trailing behind B holding her hand, A urgently dropped into a squat and grunted again.
“Oh no! I guess you weren’t done,” B turned around and sat down next to A, who’s face was grimacing and red. The diaper was taut and bulging now. “Hmm. I don’t know if you have much more room,” B said, patting the back of the warm diaper.
A finally stopped pushing and breathed heavily. “I...have...more,” they said.
B had another idea. “Let’s just lay you down, open up the diaper, and have you finish pooping like that, okay?”
A let B take them into the bathroom, lay them down, and begin unfastening the diaper. “Please hurry,” A said. “My tummy is trying to push and I - nnnng - I wanna get the rest out.”
B pulled the diaper open. It was filled with dozens of dark hard pebbles and four log segments thicker than A’s wrist. It was also heavy and hot with piss. “Oh goodness, you had a lot in there, huh?” B said. Then she looked at A’s anus, which was poking out and puckering in wildly with A’s effort not to bear down quite yet. “Okay,” she said, scooting the diaper down so A had room to unload the rest of their dump. “Go for it.”
A nodded, spreading their legs and looking into B’s eyes as they pushed. A fart came first, followed by a smooth, wide, softer movement that coiled up under their bottom. “I’m almost done,” they grunted, giving another small push. A couple more pieces fell from their thoroughly stretched anus. Then they were finished.
“Wow,” A panted. “That was...a lot.”
“Bet it felt good to get it out, though,” B said.
A nodded. “You’re right. I could get used to this diaper thing.”
I think a scenario where (A) and (B) are a couple, or even just friends. (A) is constipated and (B) decides to take care of them. (A) is reluctant at first. It’s embarrassing for them but they can’t see their toes anymore so they let (B) do their thing. A number of things could happen.
(A) is:
given a loving belly rub with warm, relaxing oils
spoon-fed a laxative or stool softener
draped over (B)’s lap to put pressure on their belly and try to get things moving
lying naked on their back with (B) pressing their knees to their chest. (B) watches (A)’s hole dome and wink, and encourages them as they push
guided through a series of yoga poses by (B) that are supposed to help relieve them
given an enema and has their stuffed belly gently caressed by (B)
lubed up and has their hole prodded by (B). They circle their finger around the hole, slowly going wider and loosening it up. Maybe that’s all it takes for the shit to come sliding out. Maybe (B) has to get in there and remove it all themselves.
given a suppository and has their cheeks rubbed while they hold it in
lying on the floor with (B) on top of them. (B) sits with as much weight as (A) can take on their gut. Then (B) starts tickling. (A)’s laughter causes their belly to tense and lurch, which causes their hole to move as well. (A)’s abs are given such a work out and before they know it, they’re gazing up at (B) and grunting out days’ worth of shit
told to sit in the bathtub while (B) wields the shower head. (B) aims the hot water at their gut and massages it with their other hand, hoping that the heat and pressure does the trick
finally ready to use the toilet and they’re able to relieve themselves with (B) soothing them as they shit
hit with the urge to go but they can’t make it to the toilet. (B) guides them down into a squat, tells them it’s okay, and encourages them to release. If they’re lying in bed, (B) grabs a towel to put under their ass and caresses them while they push.
taken to a doctor. (A)’s on the exam table with their legs in stirrups. (B) is right by their side, comforting them as they’re treated (manual removal, enema, etc) and forced to poop in a bedpan
The log is right at their backdoor, but no matter how hard they strain they can’t get it out. Now and then they manage to squeeze a fart from around the stool but instead of being satisfied they’re just frustrated that they can’t push out more.
Every night, they give themselves a belly rub with as much pressure as the hard, round mass can take. Their mornings often start with them waking up to an inch of hard shit poking out. They’re so overcome with the need to push that they roll over to put pressure on their belly and strain, clutching at the sheets and groaning into their pillow. They end up having to break it off with their fingers and proceed with their morning completely frustrated. As they spend their days lugging around what feels like a wrecking ball instead of a belly, they hope and pray for relief.
They’re walking in a public area when the urge to shit hits them out of nowhere and stops them in their tracks.
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