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I'm letting out the hottest, smelliest pre-poop farts this morning. My lower belly is firm and full of warm solid shit. I just know this one is gonna stretch me out and stink up the toilet for a good while 🤤

I'm way too lazy to move yet though. I think I can hold it in for a bit longer without making a mess in my pants... right? ;)

Btw my fic of my unnamed character is nearly done~

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.

Imagine person A cuddling up with person B on the couch after a long, exhausting day of work. The lunch A had isn’t agreeing with them and leads to them passing gas whilst laying on top of person B. Person B doesn’t mind and soothingly rubs A’s back while they let it rip, even shamelessly moving their hand down to A’s bum to feel the bubbly emissions against their palm while they plant soft kisses on A’s cheek.

Smut bonus: Person A is so gassy and achy that they can’t help but moan and whimper into B’s ear after each burst of gas that leaves their bottom with a sprinkle of small burps being let out into B’s ear as well. A’s helpless, gassy state ultimately makes B terribly horny and they can’t help but grind against A’s body, pressing against their stone hard tummy to force out more gas from them until they can’t help but go down on them.

send me asks! About my tummy issues or to tell me about your tummy issues, or on any other thoughts you might have or wanna hear about! I'm also willing to share about my farts and shits~

And hey, I'm feeling bold. Mutuals u can dm me casually and platonically about shared kinks so long as ur not creepy about it :)

I just think the way to really solidify a friendship is sending each other nasty fart clips. That's all I'm saying.

do you have any idia copro thoughts?

Omg my first ask! I didn't actually have any, but now you've got my mind running...

Also I was almost finished answering and I accidentally deleted it all 🥲

(under the cut just in case)

Firstly, his love for junk food and his anxiety is the perfect recipe for tummy troubles! If all those sour and spicy snacks don't get to him first, any obligatory social event certainly will! Inevitably, he's running away to the least occupied bathroom to expel nervous gassy diarrhea.

Of course if he likes candy, he ought to stumble upon the sugar free stuff 😈 maybe he's loading up on the stuff for a longer gaming sesh, then suddenly feels his guts bubbling and bloating. Maybe he's panicking, or maybe he knows. Was it on purpose to challenge himself or does he perhaps... like the sensation? Either way, all that has has to come out. He'll lock himself in the privacy of his room or bathroom, and start pushing out huge bubbly farts. Eventually he's on the toilet, suffering the embarrassing brunt of the consequences~

On another hand, he probably also gets constipated from too much junk food and gaming and not enough fiber. He puts off pooping for as long as he can, letting out the smallest farts that smell like absolute death and burn on the way out. He's definitely turtleheading a shit before he even thinks about leaving for a bathroom break.

Maybe he sees that some gamers use diapers to get around this issue, and he tries some out- only for the lolz of course. Pushing out a warm, smelly, gassy load into his diaper while finishing off an online raid exhilarates him more than he'd like to admit...

Copro or not, there's no way id/ia isn't anonymously freaky online. Perhaps he's in voice chats with some kinky individuals, unmuting himself only to unleash huge sugar free farts into his mic or press the mic to his bubbling guts. Maybe he's complaining to the degenerate masses how upset his stomach is tonight, how he's fantasizing about farting inhuman amounts because it feels so good~~ (actually, he might be a lurker. I'm probs projecting juuuust a little ;3)

Sorry if these weren't very well-written, as kink writing coherently isn't exactly my strong suit despite how much I love it. Still, I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at smth like this!!

i ate a bunch!! I have to poop but I can definitely hold it in. I think I'll top off my feast with psyllium husk 😋

... I wish drinking it was fun 🫠

I deleted the title on accident but umm copro fantasy

A fantasy of mine is purposely indulging in plenty of rich foods that'll bulk up my stools, then holding for days and blowing up a public restroom 🥴

I'd binge on plenty of delicious fast food, maybe mexican, and a classic burger and fries always gives me great gas. I'd take bites of fiber bars and sugar free (maltitol) candy throughout my meal to keep the gas coming. The next few days, i'd continue munching on fiber bars and pizza and gassy veggies.

My tummy would be bloated and full and soo crampy from being all backed up and full of heavy poop. The first day of two, I imagine I'd be endlessly letting out the loudest, smelliest farts. I'd have to run into secluded corners just to double over with my hands on my tummy, then push out a booming fart that echoes throughout the space I'm in. Of course if I get any close calls, I hold it allllll in. My stomach would whine and gurgle in protest throughout my hold, and my farts would get small and silent and absolutely rotten~

Eventually, one morning I take a heaping helping of sugar free candy while feel the urge building. I rub my belly and travel leisurely as I wait for it to kick in- and hours later, it does.

I take the scenic route to whatever bathroom there might be, still running my belly and rushing juuust a little bit. I choose one that's relatively empty, but not uncommonly used. I sit down as the urge comes to a peak. The gurgles in my belly echo through the restroom, and so do my soft grunts as I begin pushing.

A huge log stretches me out, snaking out for what feels like forever before hitting the bowl with an amplified *plunk*. With the already huge movement, the gas in my stomach rushes towards the exit. Another chunk of poo is launched out, like a cork popping, by a huge fart that deflates my belly as I keep pushing it out. I hear a few murmurs and stifled laughs of amusement at my predicament, and my cheeks flush with sweet humiliation.

I keep rubbing and rubbing all along my colon. I know there's more in there, it still feels so full! Suddenly, the weight of my packed colon shifts, and I groan, bend over, and puuushhh.

Tons of soft logs launch out of me and plop into the water like chunks of wet sand. My stomach churns and howls with gas and what feels like something much more liquid. A wet shart splatters out of me and into the bowl, a teeny little bit hitting the back of the toilet and the walls 🥵🥵🥵

I finish cleaning up with flushable wipes (id definitely be dirty without them) and get up to flush, only to see my mess. I take a picture. The first log is sticking out of the water, and the rest of the water is murky with diarrhea. I try my best to clean up the splatter before flushing. I try not to look at anyone as I wash my hands 😋

Hope you liked my little imagine!!

OHOHOHO THE HOLY GRAIL!!

Special Diet for Diapers and Pants Poopers

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Having been asked many times about how to get such huge loads in my diapers I am going to “reveal” my diet secrets to my followers. I hope those tips and hints are somehow useful for you. Enjoy! :-)

[I was also animated to post this proposal after messaging with a great DL from NY whom I have admired very much here on tumblr.]

[Me in the pic with a two-days semi-firm load after a special diet.]

FOODS THAT DIRECTLY EFFECT FECAL “INCONTINENCE”

Stimulates the internal anal sphincter to relax Coffee Chocolate Tea Any caffeinated beverages

Laxative Fruits

Irritant Spicy foods

Gas producing Beer Carbonated beverages

EFFECTS OF FOOD ON THE GASTORINTESTIONAL TRACT

Foods that thicken stool Bananas Rice Bread Potatoes Creamy peanut butter Applesauce Cheese Tapioca Yogurt Pasta Pretzels Oatmeal Oat Bran Grits Boiled milk Dark Chocolate

Foods that stimulate stool production Dried or string beans Raw fruits Raw vegetables Highly spiced foods Fried foods Greasy foods Prune juice Grape juice Seasoned foods Cabbage Leafy green vegetables (lettuce, broccoli, spinach) Sweet foods and beverages Alcohol Wheat bran

Foods that cause odor Fish Eggs Asparagus Garlic Cabbage family vegetables (onions, cabbage, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower) Beans Turnips

Foods that color stools Beets Red Jell-O Blueberries

Foods that cause gas Dried and string beans Beer Carbonated beverages Cucumbers Cabbage family vegetables (onions, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower) Dairy products Spinach Corn Radishes

When intending to get a huge semi-firm load I start a special high-fiber diet at least two days in advance: lots of leavy green salads (with Italian Dressing), bananas, lots of pasta or rice or potatoes, oatmeal or other high-fiber cereals, steamed vegetables (broccoli, potatoes, carrots …), pizza.

Feel free to reblog and add your comments or further proposals which are highly recommended.

Poop/fart experiment to-do list!

You have been warned ✨✨✨

These are fetish experiments that I have done or want to do bc you deserve to hear about this, fellow freaks! I encourage you to try these too!

Done = ✓

✓ Sugar free candies in general: Ate em, definitely recommend measuring 1.5 servings or starting small. Here's my experience:

Holding for days then pooping publicly (suggestions on what to eat during holds would be greatly appreciated!)

Messing in private

Eating sugar free candy and farting publicly

Holding then eating sugar free candy

Holding them messing privately

Eating fiber one bars!!!

Please send in asks for ideas to add to this list! I'd appreciate all your dirty suggestions!

partner story

warning for farts!!

We went out to eat together for Christmas and stuffed ourselves with fast food before walking back. On the way back, they turn to me mid-ramble and say "it's a shame we're not home, I just farted a lot ;3" ghnhgrsgfjjgkjjggffh 🥵🥵🥵

I've also gotten a little bolder about farting on them for my pleasure, and I got the urge while we prepped for typical nsughty time :3

I stuck my ass in their face, gently holding their head to my butt, then let rip a long bubbly one I'd been purposely holding in since we left >:3c needless to say, they were impressed

first kink oc!!

This is is a remake/alt of a sfw oc I've created, so I'm still working out their alternate name. Any suggestions would be welcome!

Tw drugs, scat, farts, hunger

main points:

She/they, in their 20's

Highschool dropout

Is a ship technician in a sci-fi fantasy world

Very jaded and apathetic, she's had a rough past and doesn't exactly know how to love

but ultimately feels and loves through acts of service and gifts

Pottymouth lol

Tatted and pierced up, dyed hair, slim figure

drugs not hugs 🥲

Emojis for the sake of my beloved color coordination: 🎆🔧👾

Kink points:

cursed and it's given them awful tummy issues >:3

shes slim and skinny but always has a bloated hard lower tummy fulllll of trapped gas and shit

Often she can't go for several days at a time, and her farts are absolutely putrid and rotten 🥵

and when their bowels finally loosen up it's near unpredictable so she's taken to going in her pants whenever she can't find a bathroom bc well she can't miss the opportunity to empty themselves!

neglects to eat bc she's not too good at self care, she's often really high, and she's very focused on her work and projects

And so their tummy growls are very strained and squealy like it's being wrung out inside her 🥴

Usually she ignores it until someone points it out or she has immediate access to food, she's used to not eating for long periods since her poverty-stricken background has affected her

I'll edit this post as I add more to them, and I look forward to playing with this oc!

Edit: I'm calling them eve

i’ve been lurking instead of storytelling for a while, but! hiya! i have been wondering (and silently appreciating) what has had my partner’s stomach ULTRA upset this week. we had dinner at a newly opened restaurant in town last friday. he went straight to the bathroom when we got home and it feels like he’s been stuck in there ever since ahhaha. unfamiliar food can only be blamed for a day or two tho and there’ve been so many cases of “shit, hold that thought, this is/was not a fart” followed by the sounds of him letting out a thunderstorm in our toilet all week long. and when we’re cuddling, as you know, i keep a hand strapped to his belly and it’s been exxxtra MOVING bro and so audibly grumbly. i finally said something about it on saturday and he got all red in the face and mumbled something about being anxious..

cue last night…

i discovered the source of the anxiety gas/shits and i’m ENGAGED AHAHAHA. not the usual content for a gross kink blog but i jus had to broadcast! here’s hoping he’s not creeping through the same gross kink blogs as me and figuring out that i anon-ramble about how hot his stomach problems are to the internet xD

< 3, love 🎆 anon!

omggggg this is literally a perfect love story 🥰🥰🥰 congrats!!! poor thing must've been so nervous, but it's so sweet his belly gave you a symphony for that entire week 🥴 best wishes with your lifelong gassy guy 🥰

hiiii another lurker who hasn't talked before here hehe. i really like your blog and i've been trying to work up the courage to send in my own ask for a while now >w< but something happened yesterday that made me need to.

so my roommate is really gassy right. like REALLY gassy especially when she eats trigger foods. and her farts are literally probably the hottest i've ever heard irl bc they're SO like. bubbly and loud in a specific way that doesn't really have a word. like they sound like a balloon deflating really loud usually. but really deep and low especially when she's on the couch.

they also generally STINK. (again especially when she eats trigger foods - scary!!!) and she used to be really bashful about it but like. when you live with someone you live with someone and so she kind of has just stopped caring about farting around me. she's not ALWAYS gassy but sometimes she's a nostril destroying fart machine i swear 😵‍💫😵‍💫. and it makes me go insane but she has no clue she's like a roommate from heaven for me.

ANYWAY so yesterday we were watching tv and she got up to use the bathroom. and as she was leaving the room she farted. and like. lowkey ok the side of the couch i was sitting on was right next to the hall so it was actually kind of like. close to my head. and it didn't sound anything like her usual ones, it was like a quiet puumffff... sort of sound. and then like within 15 seconds it hit me and i was DYING bc it was SO BAD. and it was SO HOT at the same time so i was dying in a totally different way 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫ldjfkgdljkfg. and she blows up the bathroom for a while and she comes out. and i swear to you this woman FINALLY SMELLS THE AIR out here and goes like "ooh, sorry about that fart" like GIRL you have no clue the half of what you just put me through dfkghjdfkgjhdfglhj...

anyway so how to tell roommate that i kind of want her to eat parmesan garlic pringles and fart on my face and laugh at me for flinching away but i think i might die before i ever have the courage to tell her anything like that hey wait this isn't google >vvvvvv<

(could i be 🎨 anon?)

hooooly shit I would not survive a roommate like that 😳😩 your description of the sound sounds like my ideal farts, especially into the couch cushions 🥴🥴

but damn, the way she noxiously farted basically in your face and didn't even notice 👀 a shame you probably can't ask her to do it again, but I wish that reality for you anon 🙏🙏

🍄 anon again-

god I've been SO gassy today, just blasting ass all day long or letting them out as quietly as possible when I'm in public. I accidentally gassed out a friend after lunch earlier- farted midsentence as quiet as I could and it hit me immediately how bad it was, but I just didn't say anything, and she didn't either. I felt like I got away with murder. then a little later I ended up at a different friend's house, having a really serious conversation about some bad stuff that's happened to them recently. I'm sitting on a hardwood floor a few feet away, don't really want to interrupt, but I was having to discreetly let off some pressure every 30 seconds or so, until at one point I just ripped ass so long and loud it stopped the conversation dead and I finally excused myself to go blow up the bathroom.

anyway. was kinda just imagining that happening with you instead, wondering what you'd do about that...

damn dude 😳😵‍💫 subtly letting them off right in front of people just for some quick relief??? that's literally my top tier fantasy right there, it's unbearably hot that you had to just let rip as discreetly as possible 🥵 and eventually farting loud and long once the urge became unbearable, goddddd 🤤🫣

if it were me, I'd be such a blushy mess once I realised what you were doing - but hey you obviously need to deflate a bit, so maybe I let you get away with it. maybe I need to let out a few too 👀 maybe we both take a break from our conversation to rip ass properly, since we both so badly need it 🥴