Having thoughts about post poop mucous. It always feels so urgent and you think you have to poop more but when you sit down…it’s just a bunch of wet farts and gross mucous that comes out. Hardly even feels relieving, and you leave the toilet still feeling like you need to shit
Now Imagine someone who is being lovingly cleaning up after a terrible accident. They’re so tired after their catastrophic shit that it’s easy to convince them to pull down their pants. They’re on all fours with their face burning, but it’s nice to tended to and not berated for their accident. Their friend is wiping sludge and chunks off of their cheeks, before a gasp grabs their attention.
A long grumble comes from the sickie, the pain sharp and demanding. They drop to their arms and can’t help but push the cramp out. Their ass Is in the air, quivering hole on display for their kindly caretaker.
A spluttering fart propels thick globs of mucous. The sickie wails and apologizes as they make a mess of their friend. They wait for them to scream or shove them away, and shyly turn their head when they hear neither.
“Poor thing! Are you still hurting? Your stomach seems empty but you were pushing real hard just now.”
They’re unbothered by the small splatters of slime, and diligently continue to clean their sick friend up. Their stomach still feels off, and they are far too tired to try to hold it. But each time they push its only more goop that trails pitifully down their legs.
totally agree with your tags on that omegaverse post - i love the thought of heats/ruts wreaking havoc on the digestive system!
i feel like post-heat/post-rut constipation makes just as much sense as pre-heat/pre-hut urges to clear out - maybe people experience both. during heat/rut, where their body's only priority is sexual release, it would make sense for their digestion to slow down, for more water to be absorbed by the intestines than usual, and for the person to take short bathroom breaks and quickly get distracted away from the toilet.
most people probably rely on delivery or prepackaged snacks during their heat/rut, since they don't really have the patience/focus to cook, and that could make the digestive consequences as the heat/rut fades so much worse...
UGH you’re actually killing me with this. I think my kinks are best described as “involuntary bodily functions” so combining abo and bathroom stuff is so so good.
I love the idea of someone knowing their rut/heat is near when their regular bathroom trips start to become more infrequent. They find themselves unable to use the bathroom much even though they feel full. Their bladder refuses to release until their muscles are spasming from how full the poor organ is. Pooping is a lost cause. Maybe a few nuggets here or there if their guts are completely out of room. Other than that their asshole is shut tight. No amount of pushing will help.
Oh oh what if this issue resolves itself not when rut is over, but as soon as they’ve successfully bred their partner. They’ve knotted their omega and filled em up nice and full. Their hormonal brain can relax now that they’ve done their job. Unfortunately they relax a little too much. They’ve been so clogged up that as soon as they untense their sphincter the shit is right there and ready to come out. All the alpha can do is whine an apology before the damn breaks. The couple is locked tight together so the alpha has no option for privacy. They wheeze as they stretch taught around what feels like a never ending log. Hunched over on top of their omega as their face scrunches up and grunts leave their lips. I wonder what the omega thinks >:)
Betas are probably pretty oblivious to the whole thing. Same way periods causing stomach problems isn’t a well known fact. I love the idea of both alphas and omegas desperately trying to hide their tummy problems. Maybe a very long, loud bathroom trip post heat clues a beta in. They don’t point it out, not wanting to cause embarrassment. But they do try to make the bathroom as comfortable as possible. They add some nicer lighting, snacks and water, plenty of wet wipes. They even do their best to make a tiny nest out of a rug and some blankets. They’re very happy to find the omega snoozing in it from time to time. Those post heat poops are no joke and really wear the poor thing out.
Junk food on top of a body that’s already so tumultuous sounds like a terrible idea! But unfortunately many people aren’t the best at planning for a rut/heat. Or maybe they just catch someone off guard. A poor omega tummy filled with fast food and sweets is bad news during a heat. Their tummy is bloated out a bit and they can hear sloshes as they desperately work a knotted toy into themselves. Their body is far too focused on being bred to let them get up and use the bathroom. They cum hard and as their body clenches down they have a biiiig accident in their nest. It’s liquidy and terrible, now their tummy hurts and they don’t have a clean nest to spend their heat in! Their instincts beg them for companionship and they end up calling their omega friend. They find them sniffling a nest that seems to be covered in….oh dear. The omega friend happily cleans them up, sure it’s messy, but their body goes through the same troubles. And they’re endlessly pleased that they were the first choice.
I highly encourage you to send asks if you think of more ideas!!! I liked this a lot
I hope you have a lovely night/day! Thank you for the ask ☺️
Emeto anon again (who also loves eggs and ur scat work -)
Do you think they'd be able to actually lay the eggs that way? Slowly gag them up, the pressure of liquid building behind them until they *pop* out of their throat...the pressure pushing the eggs lower in their intestines against their hole, maybe forcing some out from the force of heaving... I'm so normal about eggs I'm so sorry -
Ohh my bad I think I misread your first ask! I got too excited lol.
Maybe they’ve been gagging over the toilet for the last hour, and it’s assumed that it’s just some form of motion sickness. So when they feel something push against the base of their throat they panic bad. Their partner is there before they can even yell for help, which they wouldn’t have been able to with the egg stuffing up their throat. They gasp at the sight of their partner gagging violently over the toilet, strings of spit connecting with the water below. They don’t know why, but their instinct tell them they need to have their hands under their mouth. As soon as they do a smooth, baseball sized egg plops into their hands with a gurgling retch. They gasp. Then gently try to guide their partner to their nest as they realize it’s happening now. They moan, letting out unproductive heaves as they are hoisted into cold arms. After being settled into their nest, they try their best to make the pregnant human comfortable. The first egg is safely tucked away. A few more eggs are worked out of their mouth over the next hour. It’s a scary thing to watch, but they can’t help the pride they feel as their mate struggles.
Their partner suddenly lurches forward. Their hand is covering their bottom, hand cupping right over where their asshole would be. They want to slap themselves for not getting them ready to lay the other way too. It was just so unexpected for the eggs to be vomited up that they were rather preoccupied. They push their partner onto their knees, who had been attempting to stand, likely trying to get back to the bathroom in a panic. Not realizing the eggs were coming out the other way too. They tug their pants down just in time to see their hole start to stretch around a pale blue egg. They watch in fascination as their back rounds with another heave, the pressure causing the egg to pop out all the way. It’s caught in scaly hands, placed with the other few before they go to pull their partners pants the rest of the way off. They are far too exhausted to fight back as a long snake body curls around them. They find themselves on their knees, arms braced against their partner while their bottom half is being cradled. Their partner bashfully explains that this position should be the most comfortable for them. They’re too busy burping up another egg to pay attention.
Thank you so so much for the asks. I am also very normal about eggs as you can see.
Maybe I should make these guys oc’s?? What do we think gang. They’re fun to write abou!
Hi!! BIG fan of your recent abo posts (omegas messing their nests because they’re too desperately horny to get up omg?? yes please???)
For your consideration: alphas/omegas whose systems are so out of whack that they get nauseous, but can’t bear to stop mating long enough for their stomachs to settle. Maybe heats/ruts also cause some people to eat more, way more than usual (their bodies are burning a lot of calories, after all! They must be hungry all the time… but it’d be such a hassle to snack every hour, surely it’s much more efficient to just eat a BIG meal now, and then they can focus on the fun stuff… right?)
I’m imagining an alpha fucking their partner and getting queasy from all the jostling of their full belly. Their stomach sloshes audibly with each thrust… but it feels so good, they can’t possibly stop now! By the time their nausea reaches its peak, it’s far too late to run to the toilet to spew (or to grab a bucket or bowl… perhaps even too late to dismount?)
The real question is… is that even enough to pause the couple’s mating, or do they keep going anyways? They’ll already have to clean up, what’s a little more mess…?
(OOH one more thought: sick alpha that’s DEEPLY embarrassed about having puked mid-fuck. They start to get up and their omega is NOT having it. The omega pulls them back into the nest and demands they keep going, and, well. they’re so deep in rut, it’s not like it takes much convincing.
There’s something about a very embarrassed and apologetic top losing control of their bodily functions (but still railing their partner anyway) that’s just so good to me. 🤤)
This is so cute oh my god!!! Embarrassed/vulnerable tops have a special place in my heart anon, you have no idea.
An alpha getting all dizzy from not listening to their body, poor tummy grumbling away, and taking the smallest break possible to shove whatever’s in the fridge into their mouth. Their omega is whining the whole time the alpha tries to eat their fill. Needy whimpers echoing down the hall as they try to please themselves alone. It’s actually painful that they aren’t tending to their omega this second. They gulp down some Gatorade and another handful of fries from a late night McDonald’s delivery (the rut hit so unexpectedly, normally they prepare better!!).
They’ve already mounted the omega and are halfway to popping another knot before they even notice their belly is a bit unsettled. They figured the wet noises they’d been hearing were from the absurd amounts of cum and slick, but a particularly rough thrust brings attention to the jostling in their stomach. It lurched around heavily with each thrust, the contents emitting that loud sloshing sound the alpha had been ignoring. Oh dear, their tummy actually felt really bad. It felt like they were full of gravel and not digestible food. They’re in a doggy position, thankfully. The alpha discreetly brings a palm to their stomach, hoping it’ll settle.
They overdid it. Their little binge meal was sitting even worse in their stomach. Each thrust felt like it bought half digested sludge further up their throat. But they felt so good. So close to cumming, and their omega needed them! Cumming during one’s reproductive cycle was no joke. Every nerve felt diled to the max with sensitivity. Intense pleasure made their urgent tummy problems feel muted and distant. The alphas eyes rolled back a bit as their knot started to catch on their partners rim. They’d rather die than pull away now. Even if they could feel odd tasting saliva gathering in their mouth. It was thick and sweet and they couldn’t get their throat to swallow it all down. It dribbled a little onto the omegas back. They were hunched over them as they finally came. Locked tight together, both of them sighing with relief. Rampant instincts finally soothed for a brief moment.
A loud rumble that the alpha feels from the belly all the way up their throat is the last warning. Barely getting time to choke out a “don’t feel good” before surging to the side of the bed. The omega gets pulled with, squawking as they’re roughly pulled by where they connect.
It all comes in an explosive gush that immediately brings relief. It’s all watery mush that’s relievingly easy to puke up. Another wave catches them off guard, and a disgustingly wet burp escapes them before they barf again. Their neck and ears burn. These were not the kind of noises they wanted to be hearing during a mating cycle. Another heave is squeezed out of them, stomach caving against their omegas back. They’re stuck in an awkward, almost spooning position. At least they didn’t puke on their partner. Ugh, this was embarrassing.
They take some deep breathes, ringing ears fading as the panic settles. When they fully come back, they feel two things. One is their omega still desperately grinding down on their knot, and the other is them rubbing their back. Trying to offer a little bit of comfort as they tried to milk the alpha dry. They still feel the need so apologize, even if the omega seems unbothered. This was unbecoming behavior! They should be tending to their omega but they’ve eaten themselves sick instead. They had to stop because the alpha got a tummy ache? Ridiculous!
Attempting to excuse themself, the alpha moved to get up once they’re no longer locked together. The omega is having none of it. The alpha is pinned on their back before they can even think about protesting. The omega grinds down against their half hard cock, sliding so far and so erratically that they end up pressing hard on the alphas stomach. They hiccup, and bring a hand to their mouth with a blush.
“I need to clean up” they rasp, their voice strained from puking. Still feeling a little off, but they didn’t need the omega to know that.
“Nonsense” is all the omega says. Voice commanding as they grind down even harder. The alpha is powerless to resist. The omega is soaked and the alpha is so rut-brained that they’re hard again in no time. The lovely feeling of warm heat paired oddly with queasiness. They do their best to muffle their burps and hiccups as their partner uses them.
They are happy that their omega isn’t upset with them! But they would like it if they stopped riding them with so much force. Every time the omega slammed back down on their cock, it felt like their tummy was getting more and more upset. They weren’t sure if they’d be able to get off of their back and push their partner away in time. They’d just do their best to hold it. A forceful burp made their cheeks puff out. Uh oh. It didn’t seem like they’d be able to wait long. They hoped their omega would be okay with getting a little messier.
Thank you so much for the ask! You’ve made my day a little better! ☺️
If I may suggest… the clear pants at a strip club and they DO somehow manage to hold it, but then someone (who may or may not notice their struggle) pays for a lap dance right as the performance ends and they think they might be able to make it to the bathroom
Hmm so like they’re close enough to see them struggle the whole night? The faint scent of gas and constant twitching of their asshole is enough to clue them in. They feel compelled to make them wait even longer. They have them up close and very personal, and feel their body heat as the dancer clearly loses the fight against their bodily functions. Maybe the dancer makes it, and they’re treated to a full performance broken up by them not so discretely bending at the middle to keep cramps at bay.
Or maybe the dancer is desperate enough to ask their client if they can use the bathroom, trying to appear as in control as possible as they do so. They can’t get their legs to cooperate, however, and they find themselves cricketing their legs together as they essentially beg their client to let the shit. Maybe they’re merciful and let them go. Maybe they tell them to keep going, until eventually the dancer feels a particularly strong cramp as they’re bent over in front of their client. It’s a demanding one that makes their intestines seize, and they find themselves falling backwards into their client lap. Grabby hands keep them sat their and the dancer is forced to shit themselves in their clients lap ❤️
Orrrr the client is nice enough to allow them to void themselves, but they’re not willing to give up any precious time alone. They’re sat on the couch as the client tries to sweet talk them into shitting on the floor of all things. And suddenly they find their desperation peaking. And they yank down the ridiculous clear pants they’re wearing, scotch forward, and grunt out the logs that have been sitting inside of them the whole work night. Right on the floor like their client wanted.
Thanks for saying which prompts ya liked! Maybe I’ll write a full story for it at some point >:)
Any thoughts about appendicitis… both ends potential !!
Hmm serious/life threatening conditions aren’t usually my go to, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them!!
Actually the more I think about it maybe I do like it quite a bit 😵💫
for appendicitis I like the denial. It’s a slow build where the person tells themselves it’s a small tummyache or from something they ate last night. Maybe they’re having a night out with a group of friends when they start to feel that telltale throb in their bellybutton. It’s such an unfamiliar sensation that they brush it off as a pulled muscle or something. Eventually there’s a persistent feeling of hot ache in the center of their belly. It burns and makes their guts twist, alarm bells sound in their mind. They know this is something serious. But they’re horrified at the idea of drawing attention to themselves. They can get it checked tomorrow, it would be fine, right? Keeping up with their friends becomes more of a problem as the pain builds and builds and keeps building. It’s like a hot iron pole has been stabbed through their gut. With a meek wave and another mumbled excuse, they rush off to their fourth bathroom trip of that night.
They sit on the toilet, the pain of the movement has their arms curling around their belly protectively. With a wave of horror, they realize there’s a small….protrusion? On the right side of their abdomen. This time they actually consider calling someone, but another sear of pain makes them gasp. Unable to focus on anything else. The idea of pushing terrifies them, any sort of exertion is clearly worsening the pain. But theyre overcome with the urge to strain, and there’s a splattering burst of diarrhea hitting the water. They would normally cringe in disgust at the feel of water a splashing back onto their ass, but the pain from shitting is blinding. So much so that a heave is torn out of them before they register the need to gag.
Vision oversaturated and bright, they’re too confused to aim where this next wet burp goes. They end up with a small puddle of bile in their lap, more feeling it sliding off their skin than actually seeing it. They gag again, mouth hanging open in hopes that something more will come up and stop this pain. But they’ve hardly eaten today, and are clearly empty. The violent release of pressure seems to have helped just barely, and once their vision is back they shakily clean themselves up. The residing of the worst pain they’ve ever felt has bought back their stubborn streak. They can move and think again, so there’s no reason to worry the group. Keeping their back as upright as possible, any bending is really starting to hurt, they wipe down their thighs and clean up the splattered diarrhea all over their ass.
Everyone can tell something is off with them. Their skin is strikingly pale, minus their rosy cheeks, and sweat has matted their hairline to their forehead. Any concern is waved off, they’re just quite drunk is all, and sweaty from all the bar hopping. No one is able to get them to fess up. Until a gentle gesture of an arm wrapped around the waist has them tumbling to the ground like they’ve been shot. The person who touched them is terrified, not even able to ask them what’s wrong before a looong empty heave rips out of their throat. It’s followed by a gasping sob, they collapse in a full fetal position on the dirty ground. The group lets their friend calm down before trying to figure out what’s wrong. Sitting in silence minus gentle words of support. Their face twists up in pain again, and they all hear what sounds like a spraying hose. They can’t tell what it is until a spluttering release of gas makes their ill friends pants ripple. A couple of them gasp, scared by how sick the friend was.
Someone is finally able to get their stomach exposed, gently getting another person to hold their hands down. Feeling for any abnormalities, and boy do they find one. Their entire lower right abdomen is bizarrely distended. It pushes out in an uneven protrusion of flesh, practically screaming I am very sick and desperately need medical attention! Even just that small brush against taut flesh has their friends back arching, trying to get their feet underneath them to run away from whatever was causing so much pain. Everyone is able to corale their friend into a car. They need to make a beeline for the ER and from the looks of it, they’ll need to be fast.
