The last place i lived had too many great restaurants very close to my house and I’m only realizing now that I’m maintaining a more normal diet that i spent two whole years stuffed and bloated from getting DoorDash multiple times a week
I had to lay flat in bed at night because i would constantly be releasing huge, ridiculously loud farts that nearly vibrated the bed and i had to have multiple fans on in the room to drown out my sighing and moaning as my stomach bloated and deflated over and over again almost every night
Not to mention how much sludge i was shitting out during the day, bent over on the toilet while clutching my gut up to five or six times a day. My roommates sometimes checked up on me multiple times because I’d be in there for almost an hour, farting hard and groaning
Sometimes nothing would even be coming out because i was so constipated despite the feeling of urgently needing to have diarrhea swirling in my tummy and I’d be panting and rubbing my cramping stomach, rocking back and forth as i rubbed my intestines until a tiny plug of shit would pop out like a cork and let me squeeze out some foul squirts of muck
And every day I’d be lugging my perpetually bulging tummy ache around and pile more and more junk food, pizza, iced coffees, and ice cream into my bloated gut until i was too full and nauseous to keep going
A, B, and C all live together. A and B are known for their gastrointestinal issues. In other words, they fart. A lot. They're just naturally gassy. Burps are fairly common as well, just by the nature of their predicaments.
C, on the other hand, is a closet Fart fetishist. They're always sneaking whiffs of their roommates gas, or burying their face in a recently gassed up chair after they've left the room, or what have you.
So, they all share a computer. Being around the college age, they don't have a ton of money. And C, unbeknownst to themselves, forgot to close their browser tab after using the laptop for pleasure the night prior.
So B finds this, and immediately calls up A. They talk, and quickly come to the decision to surprise C. Armed with this knowledge, and their newfound goal in mind, they start eating the typical gassy foods to get their tummies all rumbly for when C returns.
So C gets home, and immediately something's off. Neither of their roommates are in the living room, and the whole house reeks of spice and gas. They move up the stairs to their room to change, but are completely caught off guard when presented with a pair of big, bubbly booties after opening their door.
A and B immediately cut loose on C, wet, bubbly flatulence pouring out of their rears. Eventually, everything quiets down. A and B are smiling knowingly, and C is flabbergasted.
"Next time, tell us, dear. Or else, make sure to close your porn tab~" A coos, moving to one side of C. B moves to the other, and they both push C onto the bed.
A straddles C's face, whilst B straddles their crotch. "You ready, cutie~?" B asks teasingly, grinding their butt against C, before quickly following up with, "of course you are~", then a cute grunt, then a wet burst of bubbly flatulence.
[ MESSING WARNING ]
A few minutes pass of the trios arousal growing and the room turning increasingly more into a hotbox with each wet, bubbly eruption, when A's stomach lets off an ominous rumble. B's tum follows suite.
"Ooooh..." B groans, clutching their stomach. "I knew I shouldn't have eaten that last taco-"
"I-i know... I-i feel like I'm gonna blow..." A mumbles in response, moving to get up. "I'm totally gonna shit myself, I gotta go-" but is interrupted by C wrapping their arms around A's legs.
"W-wha...?" A asks. But it takes only a second for them to realize, and silently nod at B. "We're all definitely gonna need a shower and some clean clothes when we're done here..." B sighs.
"3." A's stomach growls.
"2." B's stomach growls back.
"1." Both individuals clench their muscles, clutching their stomachs.
"Go!" Both cry out, pushing on their stomachs with all their might. It starts as just dry, short, prepoop farts, before quickly degenerating into wet, explosive sharts that stain the seats of their underwear, along with... everything else. All three individuals are moaning loudly, the feeling of release (in more ways than one) surreal to them.
The three are left to catch their breath, low sputtering farts continuing to spill out of them long after the crap has evacuated their systems.
The TLDR here, friends, is that this became a weekly routine. The trio got together that day, on the spot.
Character A and B are on vacation and B gets a horrific stomach virus.
Despite this they stay on vacation. One day on the beach. B rushes into the water and proceeds to have bad watery stool.
A doesn’t notice and thinks B is just cooling off cuz it’s hot and they are not feeling so good.
It soon stops and B feels a little better but not much knowing it’ll probably happen again soon.
A soon joins them in the water and then B grips their shoulders and gives A their my stomach hurts and it’s gonna burst face. They scrunch up and A looks shocked and concerned. But lets B hold onto their shoulders as B pushes out gas and tons of watery stool. A holds them up as they push and push. It feels like it won’t end. Finally it stops and A helps them wash up and they decide that’s enough beach for the day.
Charlie quickly made his way down the hallway to the office restroom. Both his bladder and bowels were ready to burst. He swung the door open and immediately saw a pair of black dress shoes in the first stall. He had hoped to get some privacy since he wasn’t a huge fan of having an audience. In all the years he had worked, he never took a shit.
He recognized the shoes as his boss Jason, and confirmed it when he walked past the stall and saw him through the crack in the stall door. Charlie took the stall next to Jason and slammed the door shut and locking it as fast as he could. His belt buckle clanged as it hit the floor, breaking the silence in the room. Charlie ripped his white Calvin Kleins down and collapsed onto the toilet. His bladder let go instantly and a strong loud stream hit the water below. For almost a minute Charlie pissed forcefully.
Unfortunately now his bowels were also ready to empty. Charlie sat in silence with Jason and rubbed his stomach. He decided he would wait for his boss to finish up before dropping his shit. Five minutes passed and Charlie was struggling to hang on. He heard a light grunt from Jason followed by a splash. Realizing Jason wasn’t anywhere near finished Charlie had no choice but to go.
He slowly unclenched his hole and a wet fart boomed out of him. He felt his face turn bright red. He tried to slowly ease out his load but that turned out to be futile. Within seconds, loose watery diarrhea sprayed out of Charlie. Wet farts erupted. His stomach grumbled loudly and a second wave of shit blew out of him. Charlie sat breathing heavily and humiliated. He began wiping up and noticed Jason doing the same. Both men exited their stalls at the same time and met at the sink. Charlie could barely look in the mirror but when he did he noticed that his boss gave him a slight smirk before leaving the restroom.
Imagine: you are a bathroom attendant in some very very fancy area. Part of your job is to wipe your customers asses after they shit, supposedly so they don't have to dirty their hands before returning to work or whatever they're doing. One day, a very large, bearded man runs in, ushering a stream of curses behind him with his belt already undone before he plops down over the seat. He barely closes the stall before a torrent of diarrhea is squirting out of him into the toilet. He's letting out very harsh grunts and groans that all accompany very wet, dirty ass sounds. Sometimes he even tries to cough to cover up his flatulence, but fails miserably and only ends up sounding gassier than before. Minutes pass by of this horrible display, and the stench permeates the room, which raises in temperature about 2 degrees as the man finishes up. Another couple minutes pass by, this time the only sound being the soft wet flexing of his asshole as he struggles to get any residual poop out. Finally, he calls you in.
You push open the stall door and find him standing with his back to you, his hairy ass out and bare, and a bit of mushy brown smeared on one of the cheeks and around his hole. He seems sheepish, probably a little embarrassed by the whole ordeal, and you glance over to the toilet to see a solid brown puddle of waste with chunks of shit mixed in like a forbidden broth. He squats down, and parts his ass cheeks to reveal his shitty hole, but as he does his hole gapes open wide, and a huge wet fart blasts out at an incredible force. The wet rag you were holding (wet to be sensitive on his worn butt) blows away a bit, but that doesnt seem to be it. The fart tapers off with a wet 'spplrrt' and a small amount of brown slips past his asshole as he clamps it shut. His thighs tremble and tense and he grunts, desperately whining,
"Oh god, I'm not done..." instantly his hole is forced open again by several long mushy turds, sliding out and slowly piling on the rag you held beneath him. You didnt dare say anything, too in shock and aroused as he bore down lower and grunted, now pushing wetter, chunkier diarrhea into your hands. It makes hideous, wet noises as it slowly spurts out, and he mumbles something of an apology before starting to move back over the seat, straddling it in a squat as his asshole squirts liquid poo all over the floor and the toilet.
Imagine someone has been backed up to the point where they’re worried about impaction. His tummy cramps and groans throughout the day. he finds himself in the non emergency doctors office, attempting to discreetly rub at his tummy and not grunt as cramps wreak havoc on his guts.
He’s bent over and shaking when his name is finally called. He gives a weak smile and walks towards the doctor, deliriously imagining their savior with a halo above their head. The doctor kindly guides the man to an office, telling them to take a seat on the bed. The plastic sheet crinkles as he lays flat, the pressure of his tummy pressing into him making him feel even worse.
“So what’s bought you in today?” The doctor has a kind smile as pulls on some sterile gloves.
“Um…I haven’t….used the bathroom in a bit” he all but mumbles, feeling embarrassed now that he was about to get help.
“That’s no good!” The doctor said cheerfully, “let’s take a look and see what I can do. Could you lift your shirt up for me?” The patient nods and lifts up his shirt, doing his best to tune out the surprised whistle that comes from the doctor. Gentle hands press on his tender belly, he can’t help but give a sigh of relief. The gloved hands were cool and felt so nice on his tender tummy.
“I don’t want to have to go to disempaction right away, so let’s get you relaxed first” he says well giving a push right above his belly button. As if on cue, a nasty gurgle comes from his stomach and he swears he feels everything inside him shift down. He clenches his cheeks to hold in the gas that’s pushed down with it. The doctor has him remove his clothes and put on a gown, leaves his ass out for the doctor and his stomach pressing slightly against the cold gown.
The doctor has the man keep his legs spread, and continues to gently massage his stomach. He feels himself sinking into the stiff bed with each gentle glide on his rounded belly, eyes closing as he feels the most relaxed he’s felt in days. He’s so relaxed that he hardly noticed the doctor leave and come back with a bedpan and a pillow. His hips are propped so that he’s able to stay laying down but have the bedpan sit directly in front of his butt. As if his desperate body could sense the pan placed in front of it, gas begins to leave him at an uncontrollable pace. He tries his best re tighten his hole after each one, but the air leaving him needed out.
The man brings a fist to his mouth as he felt a burp rise in his throat, letting a few out as discreetly as he could. God, he had zero control, he was now simply a vessel for releasing long denied bodily functions.
“Hey” the gloved hand is back, the doctor having finished setting everything up that was needed to help their ailing patient. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about” They soothe with a warm smile and circular rubs on the sides of his tummy. “I promise I see way worse, and helping people feel better is why I do this in the first place! The doctor winks cutely and continues their work, hoping the guy felt at least a little better.
A sudden cramp has his eyes flying open with a gasp. His hand bumping into the doctors as he grips his belly. He attempts to sit up as he finally feels something substantial poke at his rectum. His belly and the doctors gentle hand kept him down on the bed.
“I’m feeling better now sir, think I’ll be able to use the bathroom now just fine” he attempts to laugh and keep and airy tone in his voice as he desperately tries to get the doctor to remove his hand.
“I’m glad you’re feeling some progress! I’d like you to stay here however, you’re very constipated and I want to make sure you’re able to pass everything without trouble. A couple of stuttered complaints are made, but ultimately the man is left at the mercy of his body as he feels his hole widen for the first time in nearly week.
His face burns as a pained “nghhh” brings a pebbled rocky stool that stretches his rim tight, the doctor murmuring encouragement as he brings his other hand down to massage around the patients stretched out hole. The further out of his ass the first log gets, the more his shame leaves him. The patients breath hitches before he bears down again hard. His face screws up in pain as the stool slowly works its way out, bumps of compacted stool pooping their way out around his assholes tender skin.
The doctor takes this all in stride, offering gentle belly rubs as if this is just another Tuesday for him, which it likely is. A sudden yelp is heard as the first log of poop frees itself, the man barely having time to breathe before he’s forced to bear down again. His hole twitches a few times before yawning around a second log, this one slightly less pebbly than the first.
The poop feels endless, slithering out and scraping his insides in a way that leaves him breathless. He refuses to admit it, but the doctor with him is doing a wonderful job at keeping him relaxed.
He’s the most embarrassed he’s ever been in his life, sure, but he feels no judgment from the kindly doctor. The gloved hand on his belly massages its way to the right side of him when a sickly sounding gurgle comes from it. The patient can’t help the whine that leaves him, it hurts alot.
He’s left alone with the doctor as his body painstakingly works its way through his load. Soft stool and hard nuggets alternating and sometimes leaving him both at the same time. The patient is left in a state of bliss after everything is done, and the doctor whistles happily as they dispose of the pounds of waste. They love helping their patients feel better.
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