I love your writing!!!!!!! If you are taking prompts: A rather serious dude is on a date with his bubbly gf (nothing fancy, maybe they're just hanging out somewhere) and he's feeling rather ill to his stomach all day but didn't want to ditch out on her. He's embarrassed and doesn't tell her until idk he ends up shitting his pants and despite him being mortified his gf tries to help. (sorry if it's too long! it's kinda weird i know)
Ooh I love this prompt omg
Alex and his girlfriend Ellie only very rarely get days off that align, and it’s been quite awhile since they got to do something as simple as go have a picnic in the park together. They’ve both been really looking forward to it, and the weather the morning of is set to be perfect: everything seems to have aligned for them to have an idyllic day enjoying the sunshine.
The only problem? Alex woke up that morning with a horrible stomach ache. He tried to take a shit to calm down the gurgling but all that came out were a bunch of bubbly farts that didn’t seem to make things better at all. He can feel his insides churning, and he knows today is going to be a day he needs to stay close to a toilet
But he can’t cancel on Ellie, not when they’ve been so looking forward to this!! And there are bathrooms at the park, it should be fine
Ellie is already there when he arrives, and he notes with some tension that she’s laid out the picnic stuff on the far side of the park, well away from the toilets. Just that small uptick in anxiety is enough to cause a cramp, and he lets out a long bubbly fart that felt wetter than he’d have preferred. He still doesn’t feel like he could actually shit though, and he doesn’t want to keep leaving Ellie to go sit on the toilet futilely when this is their one day together
He sits down next to her and she shifts to lean against him, and it’s so nice. He’s missed getting to spend real time with her.
They chat idly for awhile, people watching and pointing out dogs. It’s not long before Alex’s stomach cramps again, and he pushes out another couple of wet farts, which Ellie kindly doesn’t comment on. She’s rambling about one of her coworkers’ new baby, and she doesn’t expect much out of him other than the occasional acknowledgement that he’s still listening. He is listening, but he’s also worried about the way things in his stomach are shifting—he’s going to need to shit soon, and it’s going to be a bear
Just when he’s thinking about getting up and heading for the restroom, Ellie leans forward and opens up the picnic basket, handing him a sandwich and a can of coke. He figures he can use the toilet after he eats: it still doesn’t really feel like he has to go so much as like he might have to soon. He leans forward to grab a bag of chips and a loud fart blasts out of him, and this time it definitely was very wet. He can feel a bit of liquid between his ass cheeks
Embarrassed, Alex nods. He sits back and eats his lunch, little bubbles of gas escaping him every time he shifts. The coke seems to just be making his stomach more bubbly, and once he’s done eating he lies down on the picnic blanket to give his stomach more space
Ellie curls up beside him, head on his shoulder, and keeps on chattering at him. Alex is quiet, but that’s not unusual for him and she doesn’t seem to notice. He feels the pressure build again, and pushes out what he expects to be another fart; instead he feels liquid mess bubbling out of him at an alarming rate. He sits up so fast Ellie falls over.
“Sorry!!” he says, and then, “Oh fuck.” as more mess pushes out of him into his pants. He doubles over and can’t help pushing, more mush bubbling noisily out of him
“Are you okay?” Ellie asks, putting a hand on his arm.
Alex shakes his head, pushing more of his gassy mess into his pants. “I’m—ungh—shitting my pants.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Ellie says. “Is there anything I can do?”
Alex shakes his head again, rocking in place as he finally finishes going. “God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ellie says. “You couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”
Alex pushes himself into a standing position, trying to take stock of the situation. There’s some mess on the blanket where it squished out the back of his pants, and his underwear are so full he’s pretty sure if he starts walking it will slide down the back of his legs. Worst of all his stomach doesn’t feel any better, and he knows this won’t be the last of it.
“Let me drive you home,” Ellie says. “I walked here, and I was planning to spend tonight at your place anyway.”
“How can you still want that when I just shit myself all over your picnic blanket?”
She steps forward and hugs him. “I love you. I don’t mind that you have stomach problems sometimes. This isn’t the first time you’ve shit yourself in front of me.”
Alex blushes. He’d thought he’d hidden that accident from her, but apparently not. “Okay.”
As they’re walking across the park, Alex is hit by another cramp and has to stop and push out another more solid log. It’s so embarrassing to just drop into a partial squat and push in the middle of a busy park, but he’s already visibly poopy and there’s no way for him to hold it. Ellie just waits patiently as he finishes his second accident and then takes his arm as they walk to the car
It’s barely five minutes into the drive before he’s cramping again, and he’s very glad Ellie decided to drive as he spends three minutes pushing out another huge bubbly load
They get back to his house and he waddles from the car to the door, pants heavy with the weight of three major accidents.
Ellie follows him into the bathroom and helps him strip out of his ruined clothes, stripping herself as well and following him into the shower. He tries to protest but she insists on helping him clean up.
A few minutes into the shower, with Ellie scrubbing at the shit caked on his butt, he feels another urgent gurgle. “Oh god I gotta—” he barely has time to twist so his ass isn’t facing Ellie before another torrent of poop is flooding out of him, splattering all over the shower wall
Ellie puts a hand in his shoulder and reassured him that it’s okay as he poops, and then helps him clean up the new mess. They get out of the shower and get dressed in pajamas, and Alex’s stomach gurgles
