Disabled Trans Woman Needs Help Affording Wheelchair

This morning I woke up with a really upset stomach (ate a lot before bed) that was growling and I kept letting out these big loud farts. And then I felt the need to shit and had to hurry to unload a bunch of mushy diarrhea. I felt so much better when I finished though

mmm sounds like such a big relief... It's like a climax, getting to empty a ton of rich slop from your colon 🥵💦

I'd love to feel that right about now, I had a big spicy dinner and my tummy is so bloated! Gotta keep holding tho 😊🤭😖

https://www.tumblr.com/overstuffednpadded/737981429053521920/olivia-was-sat-in-the-pool-surrounded-by-her

there ya go ♥️

thank u, saw ur other ask too and no worries!

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Oh boy I got the yap badge

How are you finding yourself today? 😁

Definitely feeling a lot lighter that's for sure 🤭

I'm giving my guts some time to recover, I do value my health after all

But ofc I won't stop here~ maybe sometime I'll try sugar free candy again

YEAH??? YEAH?????

ok hear me out but have u ever thought of torture w it? Like ofc consensual but like chaining someone up and continuously ripping mad ass in their lap ((they can't get away))

or someone doing THAT to YOU🧁🌺🎀

My boyfriend sent me this fucking amazing scenario and it's all I've been able to think about

So I've written this piece for it

Enjoy, I know I fucking did ^-^

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gas (of course), restraints, dubious consent/mild torture (with the gas), mild knifeplay, read at your own risk fellas ~~~

You’d known this would happen, really. When he’d taken you out to eat — to that lovely pasta place you two loved to visit — he’d ordered way more than you knew he could handle. All that free bread, too. You’d watched him. It didn’t take long for his stomach to start its familiar protest, gurgling and grumbling under his shirt while he drove. Each time it did, he’d wince, and pull a pained little face. You could tell he was trying to ignore it, to keep it out of the conversation, but you just couldn’t let that happen.

You were poking fun. Literally, and figuratively. Teasing, taunting, reaching out to prod at his gut. He couldn’t exactly push you away — you were in the passenger seat, right next to him — and with every jab, you could feel how full he was. Poor guy. He grit his teeth, and tried to endure it. “I’m fine.” He’d insisted. “Just… lay off it, ok?” Like hell you’d listen to that. More teasing, poking, bratty little retorts. Almost like you were having a conversation with his bubbling belly.

You could tell it pissed him off. He furrowed his dark brows, cheeks burning and shoulders hunched. He kept hissing little demands, pleading, asking you to stop. Softly at first, but more forcefully, the more you teased and sassed. You ignored him, like a brat. By the time you’d gotten home, he practically slammed the door of the car shut, storming inside stiffly. Fuming.

You followed close behind. “What’s the matter??” You giggled, hovering over his shoulder. “Too embarrassed to admit you have gas??”

You saw his jaw clenched the second you uttered those words. His sharp eyes darting, staring daggers at you. You’d never seen him look so stern. It sent a chill down your spine, and you faltered a little. Clearly not enough to deter him, though. He shot an arm out, grabbing at your wrist with surprising strength. His grip was so tight it hurt. You couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to — much to his amusement — and with a firm yank, he pulled you closer to him, lowering his mouth to your ear. His voice was husky.

“I warned you to watch your fucking mouth.” He seethed. Oh dear god…

He practically pulled you off your feet, dragging you halfway across the house, towards your shared bedroom. He was rough, and the corners of his lips twitched up into a sadistic-looking grin. His stomach continued to growl, softly, under his hand.

Grrrmmm…

He winced. If he was in pain, it didn’t last long, though, when he threw you carelessly onto the bedspread. His usual tenderness had all but entirely seeped from him, replaced with frustration and… well, a killer stomachache, you supposed. You barely had time to retain your composure before he grabbed you again. Your eyes went wide.

In your daze, he’d gone digging through the drawers by the bed. In his hands, he held a thick length of chain. By this point, his smirk had spread into a full grin, and he regarded you with wide, dark eyes. “Teach you a fuckin’ lesson, huh?” He muttered, almost to himself, as he yanked your arms up. You yelped — which he paid no attention to — and felt the cold restraint rubbing against your wrists.

Good lord. He was tying you to the bedframe.

“What the fuck-?” You managed to stammer, before a low growl cut you off. You couldn’t tell whether it came from his throat of his belly. He ignored your confusion. The restraint was tight, and held your poor arms up high, behind your head. No matter how hard you squirmed, the damn thing wouldn’t budge. Shit. You instantly regretted letting him practice so much on you.

He sat before you on the bed, taking a second to admire you. He chuckled deeply to himself, his voice rumbling in his chest. That laugh. It frightened you. “Not so cocky now, huh??” It was his turn to tease. His tone caused your cheeks to burn, and you lowered your eyes, squirming. Trying to tug on the chains. No luck.

He shuffled closer, putting a firm hand on your knee. He was warm. There was no way he was gonna… not now, right?? All because you teased him a little?? … He shuffled a little, from his place in front of you, sitting himself back down. Right in your lap. His weight pressed against your thighs, and the gesture took you by surprise, your eyes going wide.

His poor, overstuffed belly gave a low gurgle. It was a more desperate sound, and he huffed, placing his other hand on his side. Giving it a quick rub. “I can’t say you were wrong, though.” He chuckled. “I’ve been, ahem… holding back. For your sake.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean??You cocked your head, shooting him a confused look. All he did was laugh. And give a soft grunt. The unmistakable sound echoed through the room, and you felt it ripple against your lap, heating the area where he sat. You went stiff. No way he just…

But then the smell hit. God, it was awful. Fucking putrid, really, a disgusting concoction of whatever bullshit he’d eaten throughout the day. He sighed, in relief no doubt, while you thrashed about, turning your head, trying pathetically to escape the damn stench. Your arms were bound. Your couldn’t plug your nose, no matter how bad you tried. It burned.

His sadistic grin never once left his face, eyes scouring your writhing form. He was clearly amused. You could tell by the smug lilt in his voice. “I saved that just for you.” He seethed, grinding himself further against your leg. “Smells lovely, hmm?” You practically gagged. He clicked his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, so unappreciative. Such a brat.”

You felt ashamed to be blushing at his words.

“God, that’s foul…” You managed to mutter. He scoffed, narrowing his eyes. That look, the one that made your blood run cold, returned to his face.

… He leaned over your pitiful form, reaching into a drawer behind you. He pulled out something metallic, that glinted under the dim light seeping through the closed blinds. A blade. Why the fuck did he have a knife on hand??

Never-mind that, though, because you had no time to think. Within a few seconds, he’d twirled it in his trained hand, and pressed the cold metal right against your collarbone. Your breath hitched. It was so close. You really had to watch that temper of his. “Watch yourself.” He demanded, shifting around in his seat. Still firmly pressed into your lap.

Grrrgggllmm…

He let out a shaky breath, biting his lip, and forced out another fetid, rippling burst. He strained to push it out, and you were worried he’d let the knife at your throat slip in the struggle. But he held it still.

Jesus Christ, the smell. Somehow worse the second time. You let out a sharp cough, and forced yourself to hold your breath. Blinking back the tears from your watery eyes. He didn’t seem to take too kindly to this, and with his only free hand, reached up towards your face, clamping it over your mouth. You couldn’t breathe.

You had no choice. You could usually hold it for a while, but god, it had taken you by surprise. Air was running thin, and it wasn’t long before you were forced to inhale sharply, through your nose.

Goddamn repulsive. He seemed overjoyed by your whines.

“You love it.” He hissed, pressing the cold metal further against your nape. One wrong move, and it’d slice straight from shoulder to jaw. “Go on, tell me. You love it.” You had no choice but to comply.

“I-… I love it.” Your words were muffled into his hands. His grin twitched cruelly.

“It smells good, huh??” “It… fuck-… it smells so good…”

So fucking degrading. You could tell it excited him. His rhythmic grinding against your thigh told you more than enough.

“You want more. Go on. Beg for me.” … You considered resisting, but a flick of his wrist reminded you who was in charge. You let out a strangled whimper. “I said beg.”

“Shit-… Please. Please, I want more.”

He tittered in mock disgust. “You’re fucking filthy.”

But he did as you’d asked. He lowered the hand clasping at your face, and pressed the heel of his palm into his stomach, causing it to growl and churn. He was coaxing more out, you could hear it. You have a last-ditch effort to tug at your wrists, trying one last time to free yourself. Hah. No luck.

The next one sounded awful. Loud, long, and almost sickly, damn near surprising him as well. It was a miracle that he could handle his own damn brand. Was this the kind of shit he was holding daily?? It almost made you regret picking on him so frequently.

“Go on.” He urged you. You were too light-headed to protest. You just hoped to god he’d spare you soon.

“It smells lovely-…” You stammered, swallowing back a gag as you spoke. “Th-… Thank you.”

“Good.”

For your good behaviour, he loosened the grip on his knife, giving you a little more room to breathe. Not that it’d help. Every single sniffle was tainted. And there you were, drinking it in, begging like some sort of animal. If he’d wanted to teach you a lesson, he’d made his point clear as fucking day.

But he wasn’t done with you yet. There was plenty more where that came from, you could tell. Might as well make the most of it. You could be there for a while.

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Tumblr I need your help!

im looking for this scat fic story about a girl who has a pool party for her birthday and shits in her pants and in the pool due to stress eating and being constipated

The main character was Sabrina?? Sofia? Samantha????

I don't remember who it was by but please help me find it tumblr I'm horny 🙏🫠

Edit: ik everyone prolly knows this but there was a poll that came before it to choose between that and two other story prompts that might be around idk if that helps

Was with my partner once and they left to use the bathroom which was right next to the room we were in. When I tell you the SHEER VOLUME AND LENGTH of the fart they let out into the toilet, I- 🥵💦💦💦💦 I'll be honest I immediately reached down to touch myself (we were in private dw)

They didn't even poop to my knowledge they just let out an enormous fart that now lives in my head rent free. I wonder if they knew i could hear it and how I would react... I did act a little flustered when they came back :3

oh god pinned post okay

uh hi internet u can call me Farmer

Any and all pronouns bc you'll never know mine for real!!! Haha 😈

I'm 18+ btw no minors interact with me ever please

And no ppl attracted to kids or animals that's not good or ethical

And no one mean in general

So uhhh god gave me a kink for every part of the digestive process except piss so this is my little cope corner

Also hey if any of y'all sfw or fandom blogs saw me like your content sorry I just like your content you can block me if you want

im into:

Both genders all genders no gender humans humans humans multiple humans at the same time grrr

Farts

Scat (not eating or smearing just relief and desperation)

Hunger (not pro ana just tummy noises and sensations if u have an ED seek help)

Stuffing/bloating

Feedism

Burps

Tummy noises

Bellies in general

Bdsm

Petplay (I'm a submissive little puppy and my chronically stressed ass enjoys the regression very much)

Hypnosis

Nerds and like science experiments and mid-sex obscure video game references (looking at you partner I love you)

Vore (fantasy ofc)

Consensual somno especially soft and wholesome and combined w/ other kinks like puppy stuff

Fluffy sappy cavity causingly sweet wholesome sex/kink/aftercare both giving and recieving

⭐ Unique kink combos, so send me ideas if you got em!

And sometimes:

Terato!! Big big monsters (not animals tho)

Emeto (very rarely)

Mouths (clean and well taken care of)

Intox (maybe it's the stress relief talking but I'm really starting to like it)

im not into:

Anything unethical or illegal or unsafe or actual death/danger adjacent also gore, zoo/animals, in/ces/t, and pe.d.o/children

Actual r@/pe (CNC is ok in heavily communicated super established very consensual adult rp in fact I rather like CNC but NOT REAL NONCON EVER)

Slob/filth/uncleanliness its cool just not for me

Piss idk why god left out only one piece of the full set but pop off ig

Feet are not my thing but somehow I'm able to find some feet more attractive than others hey partner if you're reading this you have great feet very big n smooth

Ageplay it's not for me but pacifiers specifically and the idea of no responsibility/pressures is cool

I'm not very judgemental unless a kink actively causes harm to oneself or others I mean look at me

My tags:

Shamecorner bulletin (posts by me)

Shamecorner reblogs

Shamecorner fics

Shamecorner ocs

Shamecorner oc: [insert oc name]

Shamecorner fandom: [insert fandom name]

I really appreciate the kink community on Tumblr and uhh if you wanna talk kink experiences or ideas just submit an ask or maybe even dm me just keep it platonic and non creepy/predatory please and keep in mind I'm taken and have a life and all that

Here's to ethical and legal kinks ig!