Would you write a scenario where your roommate finds out they have ibs but doesn’t want to change their eating habits so via magic or some scientific doodad whenever they feel the need to poop they can transfer it to you. They either tricked you or secretly gave you the medical device/performed the magic and now you find yourself pooping in your clothes during the day at random times, wherever you are.
Ooo that’s a fun one! The idea of someone feeling perfectly fine one second, then having their stomach be packed to the brim with shit and forced to push is hottt. I ran a little wild with it but I hope you enjoy!
I imagine the person with Ibs (we’ll use A and B for convenience sake) is so desperate to fix their screwed up bowels. They have the unfortunate diagnosis of Ibs-m, meaning their sickly guts go through bouts of either diarrhea or constipation. A has tried every little trick to get things under control no matter how unscientific they seem. The only thing they haven’t tried is change their diet. A is a broke college student, they can’t afford that! And they’d have to give up so many good foods…
Their latest internet deep dive for remedies has led them to some holistic website that specializes in healing gemstones. A quick scroll through their website brings up a gem that is used to help with stomach problems, they impulsively purchase the item along with the other remedies they’d found online that day.
After another week of suffering their latest splurge finally showed up at their door. The gem they’d purchased was the first opened. It came in a neatly wrapped box with a card that instructed them to always keep their new gem on them. Anytime they were feeling ill A simply had to rub the stone and their pain should be solved, under one condition; the product would only work if another person touched it first.
A felt skeptical, but quickly brought the gem to their roommate, B. They loved rocks, so it wouldn’t really be weird to get them to touch it. Sure enough, B practically snatched the glittering crystal out of their hand, gleefully inspecting it and musing out loud about what type of gemstone it could be.
“Quarts, maybe? Something about it looks off though. Hmmm” nearly 10 minutes later and the rock was back in A’s possession, relinquished from their fixating roommate. They still seem perplexed, but had settled on it being citrine that had been dyed some funky colors. A, amused by their friends enthusiasm, made their way back to their room with a small smile. They sat down and began to work through the other packages that were ordered. A really hoped one of these worked before tomorrow, they had an exam they were horribly nervous for and did not want tummy troubles on top of it.
B is up bright and early the next day, and was shooed off by A when they offered to walk with them to class. They seemed preoccupied with some weird smoothie concoction, and assured them they’d be leaving for class soon. B shrugged, they were leaving a bit early anyways.
In class, B busied themselves by studying for the test they were a few minutes away from taking, attempting to absorb as much information into their poor overworked brain. It wasn’t untill the class was nearly full with students that A showed up. B was a little bummed, hoping that A would be able so sit beside them, but had to take one of the few vacant seats on the other side of the classroom.
A was in terrible shape, they had spent the whole morning following a recipe for some smoothie that was supposed to help with gut health, but after downing the whole thing and just about jogging to their class, they felt it was doing more harm than good. They could practically feel the smoothie in them sloshing around in thick glorps as they briskly walked to their seat.
This professor was a paranoid one, and did not make a habit of letting students out for any reason during exams. They gave a small press to their bubbly stomach and silently prayed that it would cooperate. Just for an hour.
They had no such luck, and as soon as the classroom fell silent and only the scratching of pencils could be heard, a small “brrrrr” from above their bellybutton all but sealed their fate. They queasily remembered the smoothie they just drank, and how the mess rushing through their guts felt about the same consistency.
A squirmed and attempted to let out small bursts of gas as they worked their way through the exam. A couple of rough questions made their anxiety mount, and their stomach now felt like it had filled with air alongside the clumpy smoothie. The noises that were coming from their stomach were concerning at this point, and there was no way the people around A weren’t aware of their predicament.
At the appearance of the short answer section of the rest, A’s stomach gave a comical groan in protest. A gasped and couldn’t stop themselves from wrapping an arm around their tummy, trying to protect themselves from the cramping inside of them. The movement made A’s hand bump against a hard lump in their hoodie pocket, the rock! Their free hand clenched hard against the stone in a final plea to save their dignity, their grade, and their pants.
B was about halfway through their test when a sudden heaviness in their stomach distracted them. They hadn’t had much breakfast before they left, settling on a small granola bar, but now their lower stomach felt heavy and achy, like it was full. They barely stifled a gasp when a loud gurgle came from their stomach, and watched in horror as their belly pushed against the tight shirt they were wearing. Before they were able to process their stomach bloating before their very eyes, a cramp in their bottom demanded their attention.
The pain was searing, unlike anything they’d ever felt. As a person blissfully free of ibs and general stomach issues, they were powerless to deny their bodies demands. Their breathe hitched before B was forced to bear down, a miserable “uhhnn” was followed by a loud splat. B could do nothing but press their head against the table in front of them, wrap their arms around their suffering tummy, and push.
Students watched in horror as for the next 10 minutes, their poor peer would give a visible and audible push, and add to the sludgy mess in their pants. It was a disaster, every time it seemed like they were done, another heave and rounding of their back would bring another rush of thick liquid to their stained jeans. Everyone looked to their professor to help out or at least dismiss the ailing student, but he was absorbed in his computer, eyes not even glancing to his students.
Another bout of diarrhea and gas caused everything to bubble up and out of B’s pants. A disgusting slurry of light brown surged as gas fought for a way out of B’s restricting jeans. A kind student had decided enough was enough, and helped B through the aisle of seats, exam grades be damned, this was just sad to watch.
A miserably hobbled behind the friendly classmate, leaving a trail of wet farts and stains behind them. They caught A’s eyes as they had just stood up, looking very pleased and with their exam in their hands. With a gasp and a frantic dash to turn their paper in, their roommate also joined in on the help. B’s hole continued to push weakly against all the mess in their pants as they waddled to the bathroom. They naively hoped their stomach was finished with its sudden fit. But another cramp bought them to the floor. They pushed and groaned as more diarrhea was packed into their pants, making a wet gush as it all came out. A and their other helper lowered them to their knees, the change in position pushing the slick mess against their skin and pushing out above their pants waistband. They were stuck there for a while, forced to wrap their hands around their gurgling tummy as they violently shit themselves in the middle of their college hallway.
With some assurance from A and a week to recuperate, B felt like they’d recovered from the shame enough to leave the house. A suggested a drive to their favorite antique store. It was a far drive, and B felt their heart warm at the genuine attempt to cheer them up.
The roommates enjoyed their leisurely drive, A doing everything in their power to keep B’s spirits high. They had been so miserable and in pain the day of their accident. As someone with chronic tummy pains, B could really relate. They were lucky they didn’t get caught in a similar state the same day, but their stomach ache had disappeared like it was never there soon after it started. They weren’t sure how legit it was, but A felt that the pretty crystal they bought was their savior. Enough so that when their week long bought of consolation inconveniently seemed to be coming to and end in the middle of a 2 hour drive, they immediately gripped the rock and magically, the feeling of their solid waste chugging through their intestines disappeared. They breathed a sigh of relief. All clear. What an amazing invention.
B was still cautious, their suddenly explosive accident leaving them in constant fear of another episode. So when the same weird feeling settled in their tummy, B was on alert right away. They asked for a bathroom before things could go south, and A gave them a pitying look.
“We’re deep in some back roads right now, B, I don’t think we’ll be seeing anything except corn for a while.”
“No problem” B responded with a shaky, unconvincing smile. They weren’t to worried about convincing their friend and more focused on the swelling of their tummy. Their hand letting them feel how it swelled from a normal, healthy and empty stomach, to one that felt rock hard.
“Oh god” B gasped, curling up and facing the window, not even able to apologize as worse cramps than before wrecked their tummy. small farts leaked into the seat of their pants. A frantically pulled up directions on their phone and found a gas station.
“It’s half an hour away…” A spoke softly, cringing as another fart came from B, who whimpered softly in response. They drove in silence for the next ten minutes, the droning of the radio the only noise besides the near constant stream of gas that was now leaving B, along with some truly painful sounding stomach noises. A drove as fast as they could, face scrunching in concern when B started to grunt softly. They curled in even further on themselves, hiding their face in their arms to make the obvious noises of someone who was straining to poop less loud.
B gasped as more cramps twisted their tummy, and couldn’t help the strong grunts that came from them as their stomach contracted, demanding release. But no matter how hard they strained, their asshole simply pulsed and fluttered around nothing, not even gas was coming out anymore.
“Mmmgh-A, oh god, A it won’t even come out, it hurts so bad” B felt genuine panic grip them as they babbled. They felt like they would pass out or vomit, maybe both. Their blurry vision barely registered A pulling over and unbuckling their seatbelt.
“Nghhhn” A felt their hole tremble as B grabbed some napkins from the dashboard in front of A. They were carefully placed down under their seat and B felt tears well in their eyes as A directed them to pull their pants off.
“You gotta get whatever’s hurting you out” A soothed as B followed their direction. “It’s no big deal, nothing I can’t clean. Here, it’ll be easier if you put your legs on the dashboard. Without waiting for a response, A grabbed their friends legs themselves and lifted them up. B yelped, felling very exposed, but couldn’t help but groan with relief when the urge to push came again and they actually felt a little movement this time.
“A, ah! Owwwh, please help! They looked over at their friend, flushing red as the cramp puppeted their body-hands behind their knees and spreading themselves in a desperate display. A, who was chewing their lip and looking oddly guilty, nodded and scooted as close to B as the seats would allow. They pushed up B’s shirt and put one hand against their friends tummy, and bought the other above B’s straining hole, pressing right into their perineum. B gasped and was about to protest, but was quickly silenced by the cramps wracking their body. A gently moved their hands around B’s sweaty tummy in what felt like a massage, hoping to help move things along. The fingers against B’s taint moved in a gentle circling motion, and they were supervised to feel their poop being pushed downwards, the pressure coaxing out what felt like a brick.
“Haaahgh” Bs breathing was cut off as the load finally began to slowly inch out. They couldn’t stop themselves and leaned over to hold onto their roommate, shaking with fear as they felt their hole stretch….and stretch, and somehow stretch some more. They felt like they were being split open! Pebbly bits of shit popped around their rim, stretching the skin around it taut.
“There we go, just keep pushing B. You’ll feel better soon. Promise.” A smiled at them as B deliriously held eye contact while they pushed. Their eyes were unfocused, face tense and mouth open. A thought they looked kinda cute like this, and mentally kicked themself for the though. Their friend was in pain! They shouldn’t be enjoying this in any way. Instead of looking at their face, they turned their gaze downwards to see what kind of progress they were making. A monster of a log was currently holding them open, it didn’t droop a bit as it stuck out a few inches from B’s ass. A pushed gently against hard stomach and bulging taint at the same time, finally forcing the first log out with a weighty thud into the tissues below. B gasped, their legs spreading open in relief. They propped their hands on the seat and pushed hard, causing their legs to tense back up. The consistency quickly changed from pebbles to soft logs that shot out of B’s ass with surprising force. The mess was launched past where the tissues were placed and stuck to the far end of the car that was underneath the seat. The mush continued to leave them. It was an endless fountain of filth that was broken up by explosions of gas. Whic were becoming more frequent now that the giant shit wasn’t plugging B up. A felt a churn underneath their hand. Uh oh.
“A…” B gasped as they pushed their face into the arm that was reaching across the card and easing their aching tummy. “I’m gonna make a mess, I’m so so sorryynngh.” Before A could respond, a loud grunt and a sound like spilling water came from underneath B, and A watched as a thick puddle formed on the car floor. It slid down the edge of the seat and oozed its way lazily to the floor. A sighed and continued to rub B’s significantly less rounded stomach. They figured they probably shouldn’t be using that gem anymore.
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