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bellyandotherstuff · 5 months

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My Pocket Boy

i have a little secret that no one knows about.

i have a tiny boy in my pocket. he's so small he can fit in the palm of my hand. i found him whimpering and curled up in a tiny ball one evening as i was walking home. he had wrapped himself up in a leaf, trying to stay warm.

i picked up the crying tiny thing and he imidiately curled up in my warm hand. his voice was so tiny but i could make out a little moan. his face was so petit but i could make out a grimace and a tear. i liftet my hand with the tiny poor boy up to my ear. he was whining and moaning and grunting in pain.

i lowered my hand so i could look at him. he had his tiny arms wrapped around his ever so tiny but swollen belly. to think that a tummy this small could hurt this much. i slowly extended my finger towards the swollen ball of hurt and poked it gently. the poor boy cried out in pain and let out a little burp. he was obviously suffering but as he didn't really have a language i couldn't ask him what had made him so sickly.

i'm thinking he must have eaten something bad trying to survive out there in the big wide world all by himself.

i put my hand on top of the poor boy creating a sheltering dome and continued my walk home. i heard a faint but long raspy burp and felt a tiny spot of wetness in my palm. i tilted my hand sideways and saw a good amount of vomit had spilled out of the poor tiny boy. his little face looked so embarrassed but with a pained expression.

he crawled away from the pile of sick to the edge of my hand where he layed on his still swollen aching belly with his head dangling off of my pointy finger. there he vomited cascades of hurtful sick. cramping his poor little round belly. he was sobbing and moaning. i began gently to run my finger up and down his tiny body. that seemed to calm him down a bit.

i slowly rolled him over to lay on his back. his little shirt had slit upward so i could see his exposed sick bloated belly. he flung his arms around it and grimaced and winced. he let out a tiny little sniffle that broke my heart.

i gently pushed his arms aside with my fingernail and ran my finger in tiny gentle circles on his poor belly. he opened his eyes and looked at me with an expression of relief. i had wiped up the sick and he crawled back to the middle of my palm. i bent my thumb to the middle and he curled up around it like a body pillow as to use it as preassure on his sore stomach.

i continued the walk but i was careful to keep my hand steady so the motion wouldn't make him sick again.

i entered my house with the little sick boy fast asleep in my palm, still curled up around my thumb. all with one hand, i located a shoebox, stuffed it with cotton and a washcloth. i found a small hand towel he could use as a cover. i gently wiggled my thumb free and placed the tiny cutie in the box and tucked the towel around his little sleeping body.

i went to the kitchen to make some tea, decided to head back to the livingroom while the water was boiling.

i found the little sick boy crying, trying to get out of the box but he was too weak from all the sickness. he looked up at me, clutching his belly with one hand and pointing to his bottom with the other. i understood. i scooped him out of the box and stood him on the coffee table. he pulled his tiny pants down around his ancles and looked up at me with desperation. all i could find was a napkin which i placed behind him whereas he squatted over it.

he began pushing with tiny little grunts. his belly looked so bloated, almost out of proportion to the rest of him. he was pushing so hard and grunting so loudly but nothing happened.

his poor belly was hurting him so much. so constipated and cramping. his tummy was contracting so badly and with every contraction he pushed so hard until dizziness hit him and he had to rest. very dry and hard stool was stuck inside him. he was most likely dehydrated and backed up from lack of decent food. he pushed again, hard, grunting and moaning, pressing on his tiny hurting belly. a little fart found its way out of the clenched up tight hole.

he pushed so hard he fell backward exposing his now wide open doming anus. something was coming. his hole was so tiny. but wide open like that it looked like a black pinhead. he started crying and curled up. i lifted up the sobbing shaking poor boy and placed him on a pillow on my legs. he looked up at me wiping his tears with his tiny hands.

i gently spread his legs, pushed them upwards, bending his knees and then started massaging his aching hard belly while pushing his legs back and forth. all this very petitly. he started reacting to it, wincing and squirming. something was moving around in his tiny belly. i could hear a faint rumble followed by a painful fart that rippled through his open hole. his swollen belly was now rumbling uncontrolably and he squirmed and panted.

then he started pushing again only to emit yet another ripping fart. no relief though. another loud growl sounded and a wave of contractions sent the poor boy into an uncontrolable and unwilling series of pushes and grunts. his belly hurt so bad and his anus was opening and closing with every uncontrolled contraction. i was still massaging his belly and i could hear diarrhea guggling up and down his insides aching to be let out but there was a big blockage stuck in its way that had to be released first.

i really wanted to help the poor sick boy but i didn't know how. i was afraid of doing damage to his tiny body if i pressed to hard on his belly and i didn't have anything small enough to insert into his hole to try and pry his constipated stool out. i put the poor boy gently down on the table and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of oil and a cuetip, got back, sat down and put the sick whiny boy back in my lap.

i put him in the same posistion as before, exposing his little tight anus. it had closed up completely and just looked like a series of tiny wrinkles in a circle. the poor boy was so tired from all the pushing and crying and his stomach was still kicking up a storm and hurting so much. he had a pained grimace, clutching his swollen belly.

i put a little amount of oil on the cuetip and started teasing his tiny anus with the tip of my nail to try to get it to open just a little bit. the motion startled the poor boy. his hand flew to his bottom to try and cover the tiny hole but i assured him that is was ok with a nodding gesture and he accepted. he removed his hand and i continued to tease his tiny anus with my fingernail.

is seemed to work as the hole started to contract and with the next opening i stuck the oily cuetip into the hole and spun it around a few times. this hurt the poor boy as he let out a scream of agony and looked at me like i had betrayed his trust.

i picked him up and cuddled him into my neck and whispered "i'm so sorry" he let out a moan and started pushing hard. i put him back in possision on the pillow where he pushed and pushed, raising his head with every contraction and push, squeezing his bloated belly. legs spread and bent, something was protruding from the doming wide open anus. it slit slowly out further with every labored push. he was grunting so hard he would stop breathing for a period and then pant and then push and grunt again.

i would occationally wipe sweat off of his litttle forehead and dab his tiny lips with water during the hard birth.

with every push a wave of gurggling diarrhea was heard deep inside his bowels. it made him cry out in pain. finally one big push and the hard lumpy now oily stool made its full exit and slit down onto the pillow. it was the size of a small marble which is pretty big and painful for a little guy. He pushed again hard and long and a tiny stream of dark oily matter slithered slowly down between his buttcheaks soiling the pillow.

he sighed in relief but reached down to feel his sore hole. he took at quick deep breath as he touched it. the corners of his mouth were quivering.

i removed the hard stool and got ready for round two. i got a towel and wrapped it around my middle and the pillow he was laying on as i didn't know if it was going to be projectile diarrhea or how far it would spray. despite being a little guy you can never be too careful.

his belly seemed to have calmed down a bit and he was just laying there relaxing for a bit, recovering from the ordeal. i had a bottle of lotion on the table. i squized out a tiny amount on my finger and rubbed it gently on his sore hole. he seemed to appreciate that.

suddenly a loud bubbly growl ripped him out of recovery. he jolted to a sitting possision where he began rocking back and forth clutching his aching belly tightly while whimpering loudly. i cradled him in my hand and he leaned up against it still clutching his tummy tightly. i tilted my hand backwards so he was lying down ever so slightly. his legs were bent, resting his feet on the pillow.

with a loud bubbly growl from his bowels, a whine and a contracting push he sent a speedy projectile stream of warm liquidy smelly diarrhea straight into the towel. he cried so much and his poor belly hurt so bad. more bubbly growls followed by loud wet diarrhea cascades. it didn't seep through the towel at any point even though the waves of brown liquid didn't seem to have an end.

he started to relax and his belly felt soft to the touch. he would lay there for a while. he would push a little once in a while as his hole was still a bit wound up but nothing more came out. the pain had almost gone away. his belly was still a little sore from all the contractions and bowel movements and his anus was raw and red and very sensitive to the touch.

i wrapped up the towel and threw it in the trash. i removed his tiny shirt and took him to the kitchen where i filled the sink with some nice warm water and soap and sat him down in it. he winced a little when the warm water touched his sore hole but soon relaxed and washed himself off. he gestured to be carried out of the sink. i lifted him up and wrapped a little towel around him. i'd put his clothes in the washer so he had nothing to wear and was buttnaked.

i layed him down on his back onto the towel and gestured for him to spread his legs. he did and i gently rubbed some more lotion on his poor sore anus. he winced but nodded in appreciation.

i gestured for him to get some sleep in the shoebox but he shook his little head and pointed to me instead. i layed down on my bed and he cuddled up on my chest. i didn't sleep much that night from fear of hurting the little guy who was sleeping soundly, warm and protected on my chest.

he goes where i go. he's always with me on my adventures, hidden safely in my pocket.

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bellyandotherstuff · 5 months

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I’m having fantasies of you giving me hugs and rubbing my back while I poop or while I’m struggling to push it out 👉👈 and ummm saying encouraging things while I try to get it all out.

aw it would be so cute to listen to your noises and feel you strain as you work to push it out 😌 I'd be sure to tell you how well you're doing and comment on the size of your load, asking how good it feels to get it out and whether you have any more left. tummy rubs are also in order in case you need help pushing 🥰

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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How cute would it be to watch your partner start to lose the battle with their bowels. For them to have been trying so hard and for so long to hold it that the weight of their load feels like an anvil in their stomach. To have them groaning, sweating, their back arched, one hand clutching their tender belly as they pathetically give in to the hard log now spreading them open, crawling it's way out of their ass, the back of their pants beginning to tent out.

And how delightfully wicked would it be if you, I don't know, still made them suck it back in? Their look of horror when they realize how serious you are. Their face turning a deep shade of red, sweat beginning to pool down their face as they strain and try desperately to get their ass to clench. The animalistic yells and grunts of pain. They strain to tell you they cant do it just as they lose their grip. The noise they make is practically inhuman as a log as thick as their wrist is barges into their underwear, pushing their asshole open impossibly wide. Poop crams into their underwear, the softer bits pushing and oozing their way out, scrapping the back of their legs before plopping onto the ground.

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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You're sitting on the edge of the bath tub, I'm im the hot water, between your spread legs. I run my fingers up your thigh and gently rub your clit before placing my palm on your full bladder. "Your bladder is so hard, it almost has a shape of a ball." I fixates my eyes on your lower body and suddenly press onto your bladder. "No, baby, no whimpering, mistress knows that you are a lot better. All you have to do is hold for me~" With my other hand I press my finger against your pulsing peehole while pushing onto your bladder again, constantly. "Shh, it's okay cutie, you can do it, mistress knows that you can keep holding." I smile at you encouragingly and start to circle around your clit while leaning closer to examine your princess parts. "You're so beautiful down there, you don't want to ruin this view by peeing yourself, right?" I push on your bladder harder and harder and I notice a drop of pee coming out. I immediately put my finger there. "No, baby, no leaking. Hold a little longer. Your mistress wants you to."

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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im really into the idea of brainwashing omo right now. like the idea of someone being manipulated into believing that for whatever reason, they cant pee. SO HAVE SOME PROMPTS

"no no, peeing is bad for you. that's why your body lets you hold so much! keep it all inside, okay? your body doesnt want to pee. let yourself fill up all the way to the brim, then keep holding. your body wants to hold it in."

"sorry, but youre just not allowed to pee anymore. ever again. what do you mean you cant hold it forever? of course you can, youre a grown up, arent you? just hold it. youre not going to pee yourself like a little kid, are you? adults can hold their pee."

"oh my, look at your tummy. look how far its sticking out! how much did you drink? youre so full! youre doing such a good job, your body is so happy. it loves to be full. its healthy to keep drinking. your body loves to be full."

"what do you mean you have to go? you dont pee anymore, remember? you dont need to pee. you dont need to pee at all. keep everything inside, you dont need to pee. youll never pee again. youll keep it all inside forever. youll never pee again."

"hold it right here - thats right, with your hand. keep it all inside, however you can. hold it so tight that nothing can ever get out. you dont need to pee, you dont want to pee, you want to keep it all inside."

"here, have another drink. you need to drink more. youre not full enough yet. what do you mean it hurts? youre just not understanding your body's signals right, that must be it. your body is happy! itll be even happier if you drink more! here, have another big sip, your body is so happy, its so full, dont let a single drop out. you need to keep it all inside."

"oh my, your bladder is so full. its rock hard! thats so great! youre holding so much in! good for you, doesnt it feel good? no...? you think it hurts? no no, that cant be right. maybe youll feel better if you drink some more. here, have another sip, itll help calm you down. your hands are shaking so badly. you really should relax a little. ah - careful, you need to keep it all inside, remember? peeing is bad for you! youre never going to pee again, right? forever?"

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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the token "health nut" boy of the group has gone about a very, very long time without any sort of processed or fast food. one day he finally takes a chance and orders smthn small from a fast food restaurant... and he just cant get enough. suddenly hes absolutely stuffed beyond limits, and his digestive system isnt used to any sort of this garbage at all...

ugh yesssss he's not use to any kind of processed food or anything too sweet or greasy, his stomach sort of forgets how to handle that kind of stuff. Imagine he gets invited to a fair with his friends and they start to order all kinds of fair food like fries and hot dogs, deep fried everything, ice cream, funnel cakes, literally everything that embodies what he tries to avoid. At first he refuses the offers of food from his friends, but they egg him on until he finally relents and tries some of it. It's been so long since he's had anything like this, it all tastes so good, he can't help but devour each food he's handed. It's only after he's had nearly one of every type of fair food that he realizes just how full he is. Suddenly he finds his usually flat tummy is hugely swollen and round, his shirt even starting to ride up over the swell.

His stomach is in turmoil, full of sugar and grease, swirling around his belly. Immediately a wave of pain hits him and he places both hands on the swollen sides of his aching tummy, feeling his stomach bubble. Sharp cramps squeeze his overfilled belly, forcing him to double over, at least as much as he can with how big his tummy is now. His friends realize how sick he is and help him walk back to their car, the poor boy moaning and hugging his middle the whole way. Once home, they get him into bed and get him some medicine and a heat pad to try and calm his angry belly. Despite their best efforts, nothing seems to help the pain, they try to rub his tummy but he cries out and twists away from their touch, even the slight pressure against the swell is too much for him to handle.

After a few hours, his stomach is still massively tight and bloated, and the poor thing is still writhing and moaning in pain while his friends watch over him. All that food is now stuck in his tummy, his system unable to properly digest all that junk food. Gas bubbles bloat his belly bigger, only making the pain and pressure inside him mount. Unsure of how else to help him, his friends decide they need to at least try and get all that air out of his belly and get the food inside him moving, so despite his pain filled wails, they start to rub and push on his sick stomach, kneading their hands into the hard aching flesh. He begs them to stop, trying to push them away, but one of them holds him down while the others harshly rub the swell of his gut.

Slowly, they start to move the lump of grease and sugar through his system. It takes them a few hours, but they keep working at his belly, forcing air bubbles up his throat and getting the food into his lower belly. The boy is exhausted, tears running down his face as he weakly cries and moans. The swelling isn't so bad, but now his intestines have to work overtime to process the pounds of fair food that's now moving through his body. Eventually he falls asleep in his friends arms, taken by exhaustion while they continue to help his tummy work through all the food they fed him.

He swears he'll never eat like that again and strictly stick to his healthy diet.... until the his friends invite him out to the next carnival

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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Thinking about someone being forced to give a stool sample at the doctor’s office while being observed by the doctor/nurses. They give the doctor a look of surprise when the doctor sets out a bedpan and asks them to squat. They immediately turn red and being protesting, but the thought of pooping and the sudden nervousness causes their stomach to begin churning. “I felt something nice and big in there when I felt your abdominal region earlier,” the doctor shakes his head and grins at the patient. “I’m sure you can push something out.”

Just then, the patient lets out a fart. They begin spluttering. “I don’t- I don’t need to poop, I’m just nervous,” they say. The doctor just smiles more, and sits down on his chair, legs crossed, waiting with his eyes focused on the patient.

They squirm now, mortified. Are they really about to poop in front of the doctor? The more they think about it, the more air seems to chug through their intestines, urging them to force out dry farts.

“There’s no need to be scared,” the doctor says. The patient avoids his eyes and weighs their options while sweat begins to bead on their forehead.

Suddenly their stomach cramps, slightly, but enough that it forces a small grunt from their lips. They look at the doctor, horrified at their moment of weakness. The doctor chuckles. “Come on, just let it out and it will all be over with,” he says. “Sounds like it’s coming soon wether you like it or not.”

They want to burst into frustrated tears as an ache begins to grow in their stomach. Whimpering, they pull off their pants and underwear, feeling cool air brush their skin. Just the act of undressing prepares his bowels for evacuation, and the urge grows immensely stronger within seconds. His breathing quickens as he gets gingerly into a squatting position.

“There we go. Alright, begin whenever you’re ready,” the doctor comes closer in his chair, so he’s eye-level with the patient’s bottom. The patient is practically dripping sweat with the effort to not blast hot farts into the doctor’s face.

“Please can I just be alone?” They squeak out, one more futile attempt to gain privacy. The doctor looks up at their face, smiles gently, and shakes his head.

“Nope, this is how we make sure we’re getting a fresh untampered sample,” he says. “Now come on, let it out.”

The patient’s legs are quaking ever so slightly as a cramp seizes their gut. A long dry fart whistles from their anus as it begins to stretch. They squeeze their eyes shut in shame, muttering incomprehensibly under their breath. “Please, no, please, no, not here,” they whine. Then they’re cut off by their own furious grunt as the urge to bear down becomes overwhelming. “Hhnnnnnnnng!”

They are horrified at their own primal noises. Their eyes open to see the doctor smiling pleasantly at them, then looking down at their doming anus. “Wow, are your movements usually this solid and difficult to get out?” He asks pleasantly.

“Y-yes,” the patient says shamefully. They stare at the doctor with glazed eyes as they begin another push. A loud fart pops out around the brick of poop widening their hole. They grunt loudly again, and it feels so good they almost don’t care that the nurses and other patients outside might hear them. Their stomach pulses with the urge to push as hard as possible to get the poop out. Its fat dry head is beginning to crown now, forcing their anus taut and wider than they’d ever seen it before.

“Good job,” the doctor says as he watches the patient’s bottom open wide for accommodate the load. He looks up into the patient’s glassy eyes, their face contorted in effort, strain, and humiliation. “This is hard work for you, huh?” He asks. The patient gets even redder, deepening their squat by leaning back on their hands and thrusting their pelvis forward. They are launched into another involuntary instinctive push, one that forces an animalistic grunt from their throat. They shake and shudder as the poop reaches its maximum width, bulging forth like a tree trunk from the earth.

“Here it comes,” they grunt out, taking in a massive breath. Their belly muscles tighten and constrict once more, and an almighty groan comes from their lungs. “It’s coming, it’s coming,” they say as the poop inches further out of their bum, rocky and glinting in the light. Finally it thuds into the bedpan, and the patient lets out an unencumbered sigh of relief.

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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I’m not the original anon but I would die for some encouragement to wet myself

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Content Warning: omo, wetting, public, outside but mentioned that no one sees, submissive wetting themselves, thigh humping, praise & reassurance.

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What's wrong darling? It's not often you squirm when I kiss you. Do you not like me taking you outside anymore?

Your face is totally red, you've never usually this embarrassed humping my leg in public. You normally can't wait for me to push you against this wall , feeling the air on your face as I make pretty red marks on your neck.

Why do you need to get home so quickly? You're hiding something from my me little submissive. I can tell.

Louder, Love, no need to be shy.

Oh Sweetheart, is that all? You need the bathroom? You should have just said. Oh we don't need to rush for that now, do we?

You know, you look so pretty when you blush like that. Seeing you shy and embarrassed is my favourite thing, you know that, Darling.

Ah- ah, no rushing I said. I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay right here, hidden in plain sight, my leg between yours, and adore you.

What's wrong? If you're too shy to say it, do you want me to? Hmmm... Are you worried that I press to hard against you? Rub you in just the right place that's both exciting and painful and you have an accident?

Oh Sweetheart. You don't have to worry about that. No need to be embarrassed.

I tell you what. Spread your legs for me, no need to stand with your legs crossed like that. That's it. Let me get in there with my thigh. That's better isn't it?

Mmm.

No I'm going to continue, kissing your neck, right here. And you're going to just rub yourself against me, just as normal. And I want you to relax for me. Don't get worried, Love, just relax, untense all your muscles and keep grinding on my leg.

You don't need to worry about making a mess, you don't need to worry about anything, ever. You know that. You just enjoy the feeling between your thighs, and trust me, relax.

There we are.

Now, stay relaxed, just like that, untense those legs, Darling. And I'm going to gently, gently take my hand, and press here on your bladder.

Shhh what did I say, relax, Sweetheart. You just keep humping my leg.

I know you might- I know. What did I say about worrying? Someone as pretty as you doesn't need to think. You just focus on my thigh.

There we are. That's it, light moans, no need to be loud, we don't want anyone to hear now, do we? No we don't.

Oh Darling, well done, that's it, I can feel you. I'm so proud of you. Does that feel good? I bet the pressure leaving your bladder feels so much better. Nice and warm. That's it keep going, let it all out for me. There we are.

I told you to trust me didn't I? Keep humping my leg, Love, keep going. Hump your way through it. Cover your Dom's leg in your mess. Accidents happen.

Is that all of it? Well done. So proud of you.

You think you can cum for me now that your bladder is empty? You may as well, Sweetheart, you're already a mess aren't you?

Yes you are.

Press your head into my neck and take what you need.

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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I got something new happening, I'm new to scat and stuff but anal and all that...quite familiar. I told my husband about my kink and he's very much indulging in it, keeping me plugged up and making me hold it in, everytime it gets pushed out, he'll slowly push it back in. And when he allows me to go, he doesn't take the toy out, instead, i need to push it out and while he watches

My heart is bouncing out of my chest, like i feel flustered thinking and talking about it

wooow 😳😳 that sounds super hot, it must be amazing to have your husband engage with these kinks with you. being plugged up and made to hold it must feel crazy good 🥴

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bellyandotherstuff · 1 year

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A had been constipated for about 4 days now. No matter how hard they pushed or how long they stayed on the toilet, nothing seemed to be moving. As a solution, B makes them take a laxative. However, B also required A to wear a diaper. Why? Well, they didn’t want to risk A having a huge accident after taking the laxative. Trust me, it’s happened before. What B wasn’t expecting, though, was how damn attractive it would be to see A walk around the house in a diaper. Seeing A cross their legs and whimper each time a cramp struck, the sound of the diaper crinkling each step they took. It was almost too much for B to handle.

B catches A trying to walk across the living room and pulls them into their lap, sliding a hand around their waist.

“How are you feeling, A?”

“...H-hurts...” That was the only word A had the energy to spit out at that moment.

“Aw, baby, it still hurts? Here, let me feel your tummy.” B rolled up A’s shirt to expose their bloated belly, slightly taken aback by the warmth and the vigorous bubbling under their palm. B let out a small chuckle and pulled A’s shirt back down, bringing them further into their lap. “Well don’t worry, you’ll feel better in no time. But for now... Why don’t you stay here with me for a bit? Seems like I haven’t spoken to you in ages.” B began to plant soft, unexpected kisses along A’s neck, forcing A to fight with their increasing arousal and stomach issues. A leaned into B’s touch, wanting more of their famous kisses, but the slight movement from them expelled a rather sloppy sounding fart.

A froze and turned pale, expecting B to be horribly disgusted by what just happened. “B, I—“ B grabbed A’s chin and silenced them with a kiss to A’s lips, briefly pulling away to mutter the words “It’s okay” before continuing. The couple’s heated makeout session would pause each time A would fail to hold back a nasty fart, but the smell and sound didn’t seem to bother B in the slightest. Usually, A would keep their lips pressed against B’s even when they had to fart, but this time they found themselves pulling away fully. “A? What’s wrong, honey?”

A couldn’t speak for a moment, all they could do is squirm as a hand went down to their violently grumbling stomach before finally uttering out the words “Oh fuck, oh fuck..” Fart after fart sputtered from their asshole, each one wetter than the last until they eventually turned into loud squelches. God, A couldn’t control themselves in the slightest. These sharts were practically shooting out of them and the diaper did nothing to muffle its volume. A’s eyes were tearing up from embarrassment, but the flood gates were opening and they couldn’t move now. “B-B! Fuck, I’m gonna s-shit! I’m gonna— Hnnnng!” A grabbed onto B’s shoulders and tensed up as they felt the hard log plugging them up in the first place beginning to stretch open their hole, putting a temporary stop to their horrid farts. A’s load crackled loudly as it forced its way out, its length pushing against the seat of their diaper. Needless to say, solving 4 days of constipation would be an intense experience. The first log finally broke up and curled neatly into A’s now sagging diaper, but there would be no time for A to take a break. Several softer stools shot out of the poor individual, wreaking havoc on their hole. All B could do was rub soothing circles on A’s back as they emptied themselves directly in their lap.

A sobbed quietly and panted as they continued to grip onto B’s body, seizing up each time their bowels would painfully force another thick stool out of them, followed up with a few weak, airy toots. They had to have been popping for over 5 minutes straight before their tank finally felt empty, relaxing their grip on B’s shoulders. B carefully wiped A’s tears from their face before pulling them into a warm hug. “There, there.. It’s okay, you did great.” The added weight on B’s lap due to how much A filled their diaper was amazing, to say the least. B hated to see their partner in discomfort, yet they hoped this wouldn’t be the last time they’d have A wearing a diaper.

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