#diarrhea

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Leonardo DiCaprio showed his uncensored asshole in a movie, but it was for a scene where his character was suffering from explosive diarrhea.

#dream #leonardo dicaprio #diarrhea #movie #film #acting #disgusting

[fatmagic]

#diarrhea

[yourlocallovesickie]

A character that usually isnt really the nicest person, but today theyre being exceptionally grumpy and irritable. No one can figure out why, and no one wants to ask in fear of experiencing their shortened temper, until suddenly it dawns on someone close to them that they hadnt been to the bathroom in well over a week. Immediately after, it all makes sense; how they spent most of their time hiding out in their room, their irritability, how bloated their stomach now looked and the embarrassment that they felt anytime anyone did muster up the courage to ask them what was the matter. It seems their emotions arent the only thing thats constipated….

#scat kink #stomach ache #sickfic #sickfic prompt #coprophilia #scat writing #tummy ache #constipation #diarrhea

[bluesest]

A Diarrhea Camp

In the "Orange Lake" camp there have always been adventures of all kinds, from wasp chases, to cases where for certain reasons, some campers used to have… stomach problems.

On this occasion a large group of campers arrived at the big green forest, where they will share great moments together. Jeremy was one of these campers, he was the rebel of the group, always looking for a way to get into trouble. On the third day, Jeremy insulted a fellow camper which was heard by the camp guides and as a punishment, he would have to serve the food dishes to the campers of the place.

That's how it all started, he hated having to work when he was supposed to be having fun with his buddies, in short, he was annoyed by the situation. On the first day, almost finishing his shift he overheard two of the campers complaining about the food:

"Wow…is this stuff even edible?"

"Is this supposed to be mashed potatoes?"

"The only thing pure here is how my stomach will end up after eating this."

"Rather, how your diarrhea will turn out after eating this attempt at food."

Hearing this, Jeremy couldn't help but get a feeling, one he had never felt before, it was a mixture of need and the obscene, like a great desire inside his heart that made him start sweating. He thought, "Just imagine how those unusable toilets would end up if any of these guys had an urge."

Night came and he was in his cabin with 5 of the other campers:

"Hey, I don't recommend you go to the bathrooms in this place, they're worse than last year, I'd choose a tree to mark my territory over that attempt at hygiene."

"And when it's your turn to do number two?"

"First of all, it's called shitting, second of all, I wouldn't have a choice to be honest."

Again that feeling came, piercing his chest and making certain parts of his body start to fill with blood. "Do I really like that kind of thing…? Naaahhh… but I should be able to do something to prove otherwise… I have an idea!"

While no one was looking, Jeremy grabbed his backpack and searched through his clothes, "I usually usually put all the medications on my shelf when I leave… Here it is!" Among several capsules he found a hand-sized bottle of a powerful laxative, and if you're wondering why a person would have a big bottle of laxative, well, let's just say our friend has had trouble with unclogging the pipe when he usually eats a lot of junk food.

The next day it was time to execute the plan, he waited for the cooks to be distracted to pour at least a small spoonful of the laxative to each of the dishes, the taste was not going to be a problem because the food itself was disgusting, Jeremy's conscience kicked in and almost caused him to stop his plan, but his desire was stronger, and that's how around 40 campers were intoxicated with laxative.

Once he finished his work, he grabbed a plate of food and sat down with his companions:

"This tastes a little weird than usual, but it's still gross."

"There are lots of activities at camp today: canoe paddling, swimming, a foot race, arts and crafts and among other things, what will you guys be doing?"

This just added more excitement to the matter, many of them would have to cut their activities short because their stomachs wouldn't hold out for long.

Twenty minutes passed and Jeremy was sitting on a log when he spotted a camper in the distance trying to hide the fact that he was carrying a roll of toilet paper in his hand, he was Jeremy's first victim, or at least the first one he could observe.

Slowly he approached him taking care that he didn't see him, surprisingly he got to the bathroom earlier which was because the camper could barely take small steps. When he arrived he saw that the bathroom had only two compartments, it was a typical wooden latrine with a large hole in the floor as a toilet, there are about 10 of these bathrooms around the camp, but even so they were not enough for the large wave of diarrheic young people, Jeremy hid in the second toilet and with a knife he had in his pocket he made a hole that allowed him to see everything that happened in the first latrine and that made it difficult to observe what was happening in the second one from the first toilet.

Finally he hears the first door creaking and being abruptly closed, he hears a small voice: "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" followed by the sound of the boy's pants strap to then drop his pants, after that the boy was able to free himself:

*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *HSRQQQHRHRHRSQRSRSHRSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSQRSFS FFFFFF*

The first blow was a devastating one, you could tell from afar how he'd been holding that in for a long time.

*GASP* *PPRRRRHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHS* *PPFFFFFFFFTTT* *SQHHQSHQHQHQ* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFTTTT*

The second one violently hit the hole, liters of liquid was expelled from the small anus of the subject that was not enough to expel everything in one blow:

"Why me?!?!?!?!?" *PPPFPFPTTT* *PPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQHSQH*.

Sobs began to be heard which were confused by the drops of brown liquid coming out of the poor boy, Jeremy was able to fill his desire, but this is not where it ends. Suddenly a knock was heard at Jeremy's cubicle door:

"Hey buddy, excuse me, but have you cleared the bathroom yet? I just really need to go, and to be honest, the guy next door sounds like he's just getting started."

Jeremy took his eyes off the hole, opened the door and answered, "All yours", he was a tall young man with some muscle, his clothes were stuck to him due to sweat, and with a smile he thanked Jeremy obviously not knowing that he was the one who was to blame for his suffering.

The big guy closed the door, Jeremy almost left the place disappointed until he saw a small hole that would allow him to see what was also happening in the second cubicle: He saw how the tall guy started to undress, he was the type of person who undresses to go to the bathroom when it is something urgent, Jeremy managed to see part of the guy's penis before his ass fell into the toilet:

*PPPPPPFFTFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PSSSSSSSS*.

The first blow was weak compared to that of the previous person, who by the way was still expelling large amounts of poop in embarrassment as he knew a new person entered with the same problem:

*PSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PPFFFFFFFTTT* *PLOP*.

The second hit was somewhat disappointing for Jeremy, apparently this guy was having a bad constipation, he was about to leave to find other campers until a big noise made him stay:

*PPPSFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *HQSHHSQHQHHSHHSHHSHSSSSSS* *PSPSPSPSSHSHSHHHHSHSHSHSHSSS* *PLOP* *PFFFTFTTT* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRR* "Aghhhh!"

The smell hit him all at once, a mixture of bread and meat with a hint of pepper, the man managed to unclog his pipe and managed to release a third shocking wave as the first person had already finished and proceeded to clean himself up Tall: "Uffffffff I really did have to get rid of a couple of extra pounds…wait a minute…I FORGOT TO BRING PAPER…*KNOCK* *KNOCK* hey, I know you're in there, could you lend me some paper? I really need to clean up the mess I have on my butt."

Shy: "ummmm… Ok… but don't finish it all, I'm afraid this is a… diarrhea."

Tall: "Don't worry, I have more in my backpack, just let me know when you want to hit the porcelain again."

Shy: "That would be strange…"

Tall: "In another context yes, but come on, we both heard and smelled what was going on in each other's toilet, we're like bathroom bros!"

Shy: "Well… do you want to go paddling after this… with me?"

Tall: "Sure, why not, I don't have many friends around here either."

Those words reminded Jeremy of one of the other activities which would be interesting for his new hobby: canoe paddling, just the thought of a person having an emergency in a place surrounded by water and the only way out is using brute force which raises the risk of causing an anal leak, is something that fascinated Jeremy. As he left the area he saw that very few campers were around, that was a sign that most were already affected and that only those with strong stomachs were not affected, even so sooner or later they would all fall.

As he made his way to the lake he could see the start of the foot race that he heard in the cafeteria, there were 5 contestants, all of them were sweaty, but only one had a worried face, apparently 4 of them had already used the bathroom and the sweat remained as a souvenir. The camper was wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt with tight black shorts that exposed his well polished legs.

The guide started the race, the one in the yellow shirt that we will call as "Runner" was in first place, apparently his urgency gave him the strength to explode his legs and want to finish the race as soon as possible, not even Jeremy taking shortcuts could catch him, so he followed him with his eyes, after 5 minutes the runner reached the finish line but he did not stop there and kept running, in the distance Jeremy could distinguish something between the runner's legs, a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase him again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea began to drip out of the shorts: a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase it again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea started to drip out of the shorts.

The runner arrived at his destination and after 1 minute Jeremy arrived too, while the runner was making a huge effort to take off his tight shorts without causing a mess, Jeremy took advantage of his urgency and opened a hole with the razor to observe what was going on inside: he saw how an agitated camper with big legs was undressing and with the speed that made him win the race he made his ass reach his own finish line:

The first wave was brutal, the smell was starting to permeate Jeremy's eyes, but also permeating the great view of what of the biggest asses Jeremy has ever seen in his life.

*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *SQSHHSHQSHQSHSQHSHQHSHQHSHQHHS* *GASP* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSHHHHHHHHHH* *SQSHHSQHHSHQSHQSHQSHQSHQS*

The second wave did not disappoint, so strong was the smell that Jeremy's eyes began to water and in his mind he said, "someone ate a lot of garlic today, didn't he?"

*PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

By the third, things had calmed down, Jeremy pulled his face out of the hole, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and set out to continue with his original plan: go to the lake.

There was only one person already in the lake, a brunette person wearing a swimsuit, he looked ridiculous wearing that knowing he wouldn't touch the water, but Jeremy was not one to judge as he was doing worse.He approached the dock and in the distance he saw how the "swimmer" started hugging his stomach, Jeremy imagined that sporty body squeezed by that blue suit and when he saw him heading towards a secluded shore, Jeremy set out to run just to reach to hide and get a better view of the swimmer's butt. It wasn't easy but he finally got there before him, he positioned himself in a small bush as the canoe was parked:

Swimmer "Oh my god, the toilets are too far away and… I don't think I can hold on… shit."

*PPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR*

A machine gun of farts was coming out of that tight ass, with force and desperation the swimmer started to quickly take off that suit exposing that under that suit was hiding a nice ass, he barely managed to free his ass and started to shit without even squatting down:

*PFPDPDPDPDPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPS* *PPFPFFTFTFTFTTFTF* *PPDPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*

They were wet farts coming out forcefully as they were inundated by waves of violent diarrhea, it had a dark color and stank pretty bad.

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRP* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS*

Followed the liquid, there was no trace of any solid material, the frequency of the farts was going down, but they were much louder, at this part the camper could barely squat:

*PPFFFFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTF* *RPPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *QSHQSHHSHQSHQSHSHHQHQSHQHSHSHSHS* *PPFFFTFTTTT* *PPFFFTTTT*

An even more powerful jet made the swimmer tremble causing him to nearly lose his balance and fall into his own fecal material. Finally, the poor camper finished and wiped his butt with the lake water hoping no one had seen him.

Jeremy seeing that the swimmer left was ready to return to his cabin and rest from the marathon he ran all day, but something strange, in the mud of the forest he saw footsteps, a trace of someone walking through the forest and so far did not return, Jeremy exhausted did not miss the opportunity and also went into the forest.

5 minutes was the time Jeremy was walking among the big trees, he was about to return when he heard some moans, when he looked out he saw another camper sweating, walking and hugging his stomach, so Jeremy decided to deviate from the dirt road and hid in the trees following the lost camper.

He looked exhausted and dizzy, he stopped for a second and changed his route next to a tree, defeated, he slowly dropped his pants leaving his somewhat flat butt in the air:

*PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT*. It was just a dry fart, apparently yet another one who is constipated.

Slowly a monumental poop made its way out, it was so big that it couldn't easily pass through the poor boy's anus:

*SQHHQSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* *SPLASH*.

Finally, it fell leaving the way free for:

Shit was falling and exploding as it hit the ground, many flies around started to approach the boy which made the situation more uncomfortable:

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PPPPPPPFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PQSPSPQSPQSPQSPSSSHHSHSGSS* *PFFFFFFFFFFFT* *GASP*.

Camper: "I think… I'll stay in camp…"

He slowly took several sheets and wiped his bottom, they were rough but worked well for the situation. After leaving, Jeremy walked over to the pile of shit and admired it by touching a certain part of his body.

Upon arriving back at camp, his friends told him the news that several campers had severe diarrhea.

#diarrhea #farts #coprophilia #desesperation #laxative #campement #chef

[happy4562]

Couples Trip (fiction)

Paul and Sean had only been dating for a few months when they decided to take a trip overseas together. They arrived in Thailand excited to get to know each other more intimately and make some memories together. They checked into their hotel and headed out. Paul and Sean were starving but it was already pretty late. The two guys hit up the local street vendors and made their way through 5 or 6 different dishes. They then went to a local bar to have a few drinks before heading back.

Paul woke up first in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:30am. He let out a silent fart that smelled atrocious. He realized he would need the toilet soon. Paul was afraid to go in the hotel room. Although him and Sean had known each other for quite some time now, they had never had this type of situation arise.

He made his way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. He flipped the switch for the fan but nothing turned on. “Fuck”, Paul mumbled under his breath. There was no sound buffer. He dropped his underwear down and took a seat. His ass erupted loudly with a slew of watery shit. His face turned bright red. Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Ummmmm I’m gonna be a few minutes babe”, Paul said.

“I can’t wait. I need to go right now”, Sean replied in a worried tone.

Paul stood up, quickly flushed and unlocked the door. Sean sprinted past him and ripped his underwear down before collapsing onto the bowl. A never ending explosion of shit filled the bow. Sean was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look up at Paul. A second even looser wave broke the silence of the room.

“I’m so sorry. That food must’ve really tore up my stomach”, Sean said to Paul, almost crying from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I’m having the same issue. Which speaking of that, we need to swap places”, Paul said while bouncing back and forth on each foot.

But this point both guys had their underwear completely off and were traded places back and forth to unload. This time while Paul was shaking in pain, Sean lightly massaged his stomach. Paul passed a few more watery waves before Sean sat again to do the same.

The street food had given both guys food poisoning and they spent the next two days practically living on the toilet. They didn’t bother to shut the door as all privacy had left them. Over those two days, Sean and Paul got to know each other on a very personal level which helped strengthen their relationship. They both promised to avoid the street vendors for the rest of the trip.

#vacation shit #toilet story #diarrhea #fiction

[wet-and-wedgied]

Rhys’ Diarrhea Disaster

(This is a fictional desperation story)

Rhys was a performer at the local Renaissance Fair and this year they gone all out, managing to book it on a vast estate of some wealthy history buff who’d recreated a medieval castle, complete with a most and a garden maze. Rhys, a good-looking young man in his twenties with green eyes and blond hair had been tasked with acting as a noble seneschal, greeting guests and introducing other performers. It was easy enough and fun, and he got to wear a cool recreation of a 16th century outfit, old fashion shoes complete with white tights, short black and gold pantaloons and a tight fitting matching doublet with puffy sleeves and a feathered cape. The clothing was tight and hard to get in, and even harder to get out of, but not particularly uncomfortable.

Rhys, thus toon his break in his get-up, slipping into the back of one of the vendors and grabbed for himself a turkey leg. He joined a few other guys in chowing down, before it was time for him to back work.

“Greetings lords and ladies,” said Rhys with bravado as the latest wave of guests arrived. It was the afternoon and the sun was beating down on him, but it was one of the popular times. “Prepare thyself for feats most great and glorious, as ye King’s tournament draw near,” Rhys said, much to the delight of a family as he point to a mom where to find the jousting field. He was directing another guest to the exhibit on dungeon equipment when suddenly Rhys felt a low grumble in his stomach. He wrinkled his nose, confused. He had just eaten, he couldn’t be hungry. In fact he felt really full. Then he stiffened as a cramp struck him.

Rhys let out a low moan as he held his stomach, bending over. BBBRRBBPT! A short hot fart blasted out of Rhys. A guy walking by dressed like a jester laughed at him. Rhys’ face went red. His stomach growled again. He didn’t need to eat, he needed—PPPBRTRRT!—Uh— to expel something. A lot of something. Rhys groaned as his guts twisted and churned beneath the tight fabric of the doublet. God, he needed to take a dump, right this minute!

BBBRRRT! Rhys cradled his stomach, doubling over as another hot fart escaped him. This was loud, booming a it came out. People started to notice the costumed nobleman wasn’t looking quite so noble. But Rhys had just finished his break and he knew his boss would blow a gasket if he took another. BBBRRTNBBBPPPRTT! Oh that was a big one. He should think about anything having to blow! PPrRRT! Not to mention he was suppose to be staying in character

“Greetings lords and—“ Rhys grabbed his stomach again as another cramp struck him like a hammer. It felt like a battering ram of shot had just slammed into his asshole and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it back. His knees felt wobbly as he bent at the middle, more farts attacks hitting him, each growing louder and louder.

“eEEEW!” Yelled a boy covering his nose and pointing at Rhys. “He’s stinky!”

Bbpprt

PPRTT

BppPPPRT!

Rhys shifted uncomfortably. His stomach roiled he felt bloated and gassy against the tight fit of his doublet, and refusing to budge it press’s into his bubbling guys forcing out a series of farts.

“Oh man,” Rhys muttered, “that turkey leg really isn’t agreeing with me.” He pressed his legs together, but it was no use. He was going to shit, and it was up to him on if that was in a toilet or his pants. “Screw it!” He gasped, and made a mad dash into the fair, bee-lining for the outhouses— Port-A-Potties decorated to look medieval— but was greeted a long line of other desperate fair goers. A line of other men who had eaten the turkey legs were clamoring for a spot, the sound of wet explosions disgustingly loud and clear to Rhys.

GRRearawwallRRL

Rhys whimpered as he held his stomach, shifting again and again in the line. Next to him another man let out a short gasp of relief and began pissing himself right then and there. The sight of the ever growing wet stain on the man’s shorts seem to have a reactionary effect on Rhys’ bladder which suddenly felt twice full.

BBBRRPPPBBBTTSHSWT!

Rhys grabbed his ass through the short pantaloons as another fart burst out of him, turning alarming wet at the end. He clenched his cheeks. “Oh God, there is no way I’m gonna make it!” Rhys groaned as he looked at the outhouses. He need somewhere else to go. He turned, desperately scanning for anything. His eyes focused on the maze. It looked most empty.

Rhys, one hand planted on his round ass and the other pressed between his legs and gripping his crotch ran across the commons and into the maze, stumbling through the many twist and turns, farting with each step. He finally came to a stop in a secluded corner as another cramp hit him and he doubled over.

“fuck it!” Rhys gasped as he resolved to pop a squat in the maze. He looked down at the pantaloons and began to work on the laces that went up the front against the bulge of his pulsing crotch. He moved as fast as he could, but there were so many, and the laces were done so tight. Panic started to set in as he tried to move faster. But the laces wouldn’t budge and the battering ram of hot loose shit was ready to breathe through.

“No! No, no, no, come on!” Rhys begged as he tried in vain to tug down the pantaloons of the white tights as his stomach chained like an angry volcano. “Please— please don’t make me shit myself!” He shook and squirmed, but it was no use as the battering ram of shit slammed against his hole and broke through.

“Aahhh… can’t hold it! AaaaAAHH!” Rhys moaned as a a thick wet turd the size of a soft ball burst through his hole and into his white tights. He gasped as the tights were instantly stained a muddy brown, the stench so thick it made him gag. And it was only the begging. He left out another moan as, the gates broken through, a tidal wave of soft diarrhea poured out of him in an uncontrollable burst into his pantaloons. It quickly filled them, Rhys left doubled over as he lost complete control of his bowls, soiling his costume. As he continued shitting himself , Rhys’ bladder too gave in. His eyes fluttered as he began peeing his pants, flooding the front as a golden waterfall fell over his fingers, frozen where they were still on his laces, streaming down his thigh and legs, mixing with the mudslide going down the back of his tights.

BLABBBBDGFFFBBBFFFFRT!

PLLOPPOPPOKLRRRBBBRRT!

SSPOOSSSLAAT!

Rhys whimpered as his pantaloons were filled, till his ass was swimming in the tidal wave of diarrhea, which came out in explosive blasts that Rhys helpless. The smell was toxic, the raw sewage his body was producing horribly rip as it started to mush up his back and onto his doublet as his guts bubbled and forced out more rancid fart into the growing mess. Rhys fell to his hands and knees, landing the massive puddle of his own shit and piss.

He breathed heavily as the diarrhea pouring out of him slowed. His entire outfit was ruined. His tights soaked, his shoes flooded with still hit urine sewage. He let out a small sob at his embarrassment, though despite it all a part of him was happy to have the release, though his gut still felt funny.

Rhys was finally able to strip out of his soiled clothes, wiping himself off as best he could. He was left entirely in the nude expect for his hat, which he held over his privates as he made his way through the maze. He figured everyone would be watching for the joust, so he could make a quick dash to the employee’s tent and grab his civilian cloths and book it. And he might have made it too.

But just as Rhys was reaching the maze entrance, not a soul in sight, he was hit with a second wave of explosive diarrhea. He let out a sharp, embarrassed gasp as he felt his bowels loose and he froze. Instinctively he grabbed the hat he’d been using to cover himself and placed it beneath him as he squatted. “Oh god, not an Again — UUaghhhAaaAAHH!”

BBBBRRRSSPLLAAATTT!

Rhys moaned loudly, his cheeks red as his ass erupted like a poop volcano beneath him into his hat. He gasped and groaned as wave after wave of explosive diarrhea blasted out of him hot as lava and disgustingly thick, filling the poor unfortunately hat till it was overflowing.

It was in the middle of this, Rhys shitting uncontrollably, emptying his bowels into his own hat when the joust ended and everyone came flooding back into the the commons. Suddenly all eyes were set squarely on Rhys and his diarrhea disaster.

#male piss #male omorashi #malediarrhea #diarrhea #omorashi #pantspissing #pants wetting #pants shitting #soiling #pooppants #male pee desperation #malepoop #male poop desperation

[montezumasexplosiverevenge]

Imagefic - Hookup Gone Wrong

Channing and Felix had met on a hookup app. However, they were both the type of guys who preferred a date first to build up the tension. The date of choice was going to a new sushi restaurant... big mistake.

After the meal, they went back to Felix's house to move onto the main event. Channing asked to use Felix's bathroom to make sure his hair looked nice, but the door wouldn't open. "For fuck's sake, it's jammed again. I'll have to get my tools out the shed and fix it after you've gone. Your hair looks fine, though, so just come back over here." Felix licked his lips and Channing walked back over.

Felix leant Channing over his kitchen counter and ripped his playboy's shirt off, before beginning to caress his hips. He moved his head closer to kiss his neck when suddenly a long wet fart rippled from Channing's ass. "What the fuck?" Felix shouted as he took a few steps back in disgust.

"S-sorry I-" Channing rubbed his stomach and another fart ripped out, "My stomach, it's- Ahhh!" a third fart erupted from his asshole and he moaned in pain, "Is there any way you could fix your bathroom door?"

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with-" suddenly a sharp pain ran through Felix's guts and he bent over in pain, "Ah fuck my-" a long wet fart burst from his backside.

"Wh- what's wrong?"

"Fuck I gotta take a shit." Felix grunted as another fart slipped from his crack. He speed-walked to the bathroom door and began trying to force it open. "Fuck, shit, come on you stupid thing!" he cried out as he barged his shoulder into it.

"Please can you-" Channing moaned as an even wetter fart burst out, "Why can't you just go get your tools?"

"Are you fucking stupid?!" a sad and hopeless look filled Felix's eyes, "I'll never make it to the shed..."

"I'm sorry Felix I-" Channing pressed his hand to his asscheeks as he let out another ripper, "I can't hold it!!" He started to pull down his trousers and boxers and began to mount the sink.

"I don't fucking think so!" shouted out Felix, before running over and grabbing Channing. As he pulled him off the sink, Channing lost control and a waterfall of shit fell across the floor. "What the fuck! My floor!"

Channing turned around and got back onto the sink, tears running down his face now. "I can't control it!" he cried as a gassy splutter of diarrhoea fell into the sink below him.

Felix was sweating now trying to hold it in, he took off his shirt and his grey joggers. He ran to the bathroom and started to try forcing it open again, but began to fall to the ground as an eruption of bubbly farts and wet shit forced its way from his anus. He moaned and looked around for anywhere to relieve himself. It didn't take him long to settle on the trashcan and begin to expel a tsunami of foul liquid before he'd even finished positioning his ass above it.

Moans of pain, rather the pleasure, sounds of wet farts and the putrid smell of digested sushi turned a hot hookup into a disgusting disaster.

#diarrhea #toilet #farting #diarrhoea #male scat #shit #toilet story #diarrhea farting #diarrhea story

[tummyobsessed]

Imagine A and B at a dinner party but A has been constipated for a week so while A eats another meal to their already stuffed guts, B is handing them laxative after laxative in an attempt to force their belly to empty.

Imagine A sitting there squirming as they try to hide their horribly upset tummy and the effects the constipation is having on their digestive system.

Imagine B making it worse by teasing A quietly. Not enough that anyone else hears but loud enough that A can't ignore it and that they turn bright red.

Imagine A squirming in place as they try in vain to hold in their churning and bubbling guts.

Imagine B telling A that they aren't allowed to use the bathroom until after they leave the party. And A obeying because they want to be good.

Imagine A squirming in place as they try in vain to hold in their churning and bubbling guts and their gas.

Imagine B slowly rubbing A's upset tummy. B's words challenging A to hold it all in while B's slow and gentle rubs challenge A to let it all out.

Imagine A loosing control and letting out 6 days of backed up meals in their seat.

Imagine B telling A that they did so good and taking them to the car, showing off their bloated tummy and their failed attempt at holding it all in.

Imagine A pretending that they hate it but not-so-secretely loving it

Fuck, I think that's as far as I'm getting. Anyone wanna add on?

#A and B verse #A and B #tummy kink #belly kink #constipation #laxatives #dinner party #diarrhea #public messing #upset tummy #tummy ache #bubble guts #belly ache #tummy #upset belly

[browser5]

Endeavour's Fiery Explosion

Endeavour has a busy work schedule as the No. 1 Hero, so that leaves little time for toilet breaks

Full Audio!!!

#browser5 #ask b5 #asmr #voiceover #deep voice #diarrhea

[noroviruses]

i have no idea if it was a bug, my broken digestive system, or if i ate something I'm allergic to, but yesterday was ROUGH

i woke up super nauseous, scrambled to take an anti nausea pill, and had to run to the toilet to have a little diarrhea. the cramps were AWFUL, and when i was done i just laid on my heating pad being miserable (but vaguely turned on because, you know, kinks).

a couple hours later it was time for round 2, but as soon as i sat down i realized i needed to puke and had to go get a bowl to do it in. I threw up on the floor while trying to get the bowl out of the cupboard, shit myself just a little, and puked the whole way back to the bathroom while clenching for dear life. it was all water and mint tea and a bit of the soup I'd had for dinner, and after i finished vomiting i was stuck on the toilet for a good 10 minutes shitting my brains out. i ended up getting straight in the shower after.

i didn't get sick again, but for the rest of the day i was achy and feverish and nauseous, and I'm still not 100% today.

#stomach bug #emetophilia #diarrhea #messing #belly kink

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had to see a movie based on a Cormac McCarthy novel I loathed in which a disease spreads that makes people fight on the streets, have near fatal diarrhea, get sensitive to light and have to hide under their own diarrhea buckets, and finally catch rodents and get arrested.

#dream #movie #cormac mccarthy #novel #disease #illness #diarrhea

[sickstummys]

Ok imagine a bunch of high school guys going on a roadtrip for a match. Then a norovirus bug spread around and got caught by the "weaker" guys who starts to get gassy and sick, throwing up and fighting for the bathroom at the back of the bus etc. The coach herded the sick boys to the back to get closer to the bathroom and the others who arent sick starts to be mean and make fun of them.

Enter A, who's pretty well adjusted to the team, but he wants to be accepted and doesn't want to be made fun of. The problem is that he's catching it, bad. Two hours into it and he's sweating with chills, cradling his stomach and swallowing rapidly, leaning against the front seat wishing he's not sick. His stomach is stirring and burning and he's trying so hard not to pass gas and alert the other boys so his stomach is getting uncomfortably bloated as he holds everything in.

He stays like that for hours, swallowing puke and clenching ass for dear life while it burns and churns and he's desperately massaging his lower belly and letting out small belches, desperate to relieve himself. He's sweat drenched and hunched up and isn't sure how long he could hold everything in.

The kind coach finally notices this and gently approaches him, careful not to alert the other boys. He quietly offers A to move to the back and lay there even if he's too embarrased to relieve himself. A moved to the back and starts getting more comfortable with letting out small farts and burps into a plastic bag.

When they get to the hotel the coach ushers the sick kids into one close hotel rooms and A is finally placed into a waiting toilet. He's a bit constipated at first because he's been holding it all on for hours, and his stomach is incredibly bloated with all the gas and diarrhea, but the coach assures him it's better to let it out or he'll get sicker and starts to help stimulate the side if his belly to at least get some gas to come out.

A couldn't help but let out long, wet burps at first, and then finally heaves his contents out. The pressure from gagging and vomiting finally lets the dam burst out from the back and he starts blowing out of both ends, bursts of flatulence and diarrhea cascading and splattering against the toilet while he's helplessly writhing and groaning in pain and relief, could do nothing but let his body empty himself.

#emeto #sc@t #sickfic #bellykink #diarrhea #diarrhea kink

[madame-helen]

#meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #humor #funny #lol #satire #funny memes #funny humor #funny meme #comedy #sarcasm #dark humor #irony #diarrhea #joke #parody #diarrea

[bluesest]

A Teachers´ Meeting

Nick was a boy who loved sports, well-built and an essential member of his high school football team. He was known for his athletic skills as well as his poor performance in other basic subjects like chemistry, mathematics, and others. However, he didn't care about this at all.

Mr. Collins was the gym teacher and the football team manager and coach. He was muscular, had a chiseled chin, and always wore tight clothes. He was aware of Nick's behavior, both in academics and on the field. Nick played aggressively against his opponents, even against his own teammates during practice. He followed one rule: "Go all out, no matter the opponent."

One day during practice, as always, Nick was on the offensive. While he had the ball, one of his teammates (from the opposing team) snatched it from him, causing Nick to explode in anger and kick his teammate in the legs. This was a violation of sportsmanship, and he was reluctantly removed from practice and scolded.

Nick was quite angry with the coach. He retorted, "It was his fault for being so weak and taking away the stupid ball."

Mr. Collins didn't like these words, so he told Nick to leave the field until he calmed down, and the conversation would continue the next day.

Later that day, there was a teacher's meeting where Nick's situation was discussed:

"He's very unruly."

"He doesn't even try to solve any equations."

"He's rude and very angry with all his classmates."

These were the kinds of comments heard about Nick. The coach agreed with the teachers' complaints. Before suggesting any punishment for Nick, the principal, Mr. Matthew, intervened.

Mr. Matthew: "We know that nothing we do works to help the boy. However, I think I have an idea... You see, next month is the intercollegiate football competition, where teams from different institutions participate every year. So, what if we suspend him from the team until the competitions are over?"

No teacher wanted to say anything at that moment. Perhaps it was a somewhat severe punishment, but Mr. Collins took the initiative and gave his full support to the principal. Then, all the teachers in the meeting gave their approval, and that's how it all began.

The next day, Nick was called to the principal's office, where Mr. Collins and Mr. Matthew awaited with the news.

Mr. Matthew: "I recently received complaints from several teachers about your grades."

Nick: "I admit I'm not a fan of letters and numbers, but that shouldn't concern you because, in the end, those grades only affect me. And if it bothers you so much, just change them."

Mr. Collins: "But we do care about your unsportsmanlike behavior."

Nick: "Coach, with all due respect, I think what I did showed who should be expelled from the team – the weak ones who can't withstand us only slow us down."

Mr. Collins: "And that's exactly what we're going to do, expel the weak ones."

Nick: "Finally understood..."

Mr. Matthew: "Your coach and I have reached a conclusion. I suppose you're aware of the upcoming intercollegiate football tournament. That's why we want to ensure our victory by temporarily suspending you from the team until the tournament is over."

Nick: "But what?! I'm one of the best players on the team!"

Mr. Collins: "Skill isn't everything in the game; teamwork is the most important, a concept you fail to understand."

Nick: "Bu- Bu- But-"

Mr. Matthew: "That's enough; go back to your classroom."

This was a total humiliation for Nick – being expelled during the best part of the school year, his chance to be a star snatched away by his own coach and the annoying principal. This wouldn't stand for Nick.

Nick returned home furious. He couldn't believe he was expelled. This required a prank, not just any prank, but one that would humiliate and ruin the careers of both. But what?

While thinking, Nick turned on the TV for inspiration and found it – a commercial for an extremely strong laxative powder. It was perfect for his revenge.

He went to the pharmacy and bought 10 packets of the laxative, which came with a warning: "effect in less than 30 minutes, do not take during busy hours, effects last 7 hours with effective and efficient intestinal cleansing."

Nick pondered if one small packet caused all that, imagine 5 of those in a person. Now Nick had to find a way to trick his victims into consuming the laxative.

The next day, one of his teammates told him that Mr. Collins had mentioned a meeting with directors and teachers from participating institutions to discuss essential matters for the competition. This was Nick's opportunity.

When no one was looking, he opened the teachers' lounge door. How? By secretly stealing the math teacher's keychain.

Inside, he saw the teachers' coffee maker, and when no one was looking, he made two large cups of coffee with lots of sugar to mask the taste of the laxative powder. In each cup, he used 5 laxative packets and placed a note with the respective names of his victims: "For Mr. Collins" and "For Mr. Matthew." The preparations were complete; now, he just had to wait.

Five minutes after Nick escaped the scene, Mr. Matthew and Mr. Collins entered the teachers' lounge:

Mr. Collins: "We have 10 minutes before the meeting; I think there's time for a cup of... Coffee?"

Both were surprised to see two hot cups of coffee with notes bearing their names. They wondered who could have done this.

Mr. Matthew: "I have no idea who might have made this gesture, but it would be rude not to thank them and enjoy a good coffee."

Mr. Collins: "I agree!"

They both took a big sip of the coffee, enjoying every second of the sweetness until, without realizing it, they drank it all.

"That cup of coffee was excellent," they thought, but they wouldn't anticipate what would happen next.

Both went to the bathroom to wash their hands and freshen up for the meeting. While Mr. Collins was combing his hair, a strange sensation began in his stomach – a kind of pressure in his intestines.

Mr. Matthew: "Is everything okay, colleague?"

Mr. Collins: "No, nothing, better wait for me outside."

Mr. Matthew: "Why?"

Mr. Collins: "Well... so we save time by not leaving one by one through the door."

Mr. Matthew: "Mmmmm... alright, I guess."

Finally, the principal came out of the bathroom and waited for his colleague. It was a lousy excuse, but the pressure was intense. Mr. Collins held his stomach tightly and released a putrid gas: *PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTT*

"Oh, crap," said Mr. Collins, hoping it wouldn't happen again.

Meanwhile, Mr. Matthew was outside lost in his thoughts when a pain in his stomach stopped him, and without thinking, he let out a violent fart: *PPPFFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPFFFTTTTTTTTT* *PFFTTTT*

"Oh no! I think I had too much coffee, hahaha." Another discomfort interrupted his laughter, making him clutch his stomach tightly. "I shouldn't have had coffee; it always gives me gas, and then... oh no... well, I guess there'll be time for everything once the meeting is over."

At that moment, Mr. Colins came out of the bathroom, noticing the smell in the air. Embarrassed that it was his, he simply waited, hoping Mr. Matthew hadn't noticed the smell.

Both were visibly uncomfortable, not knowing what was happening to them. In the blink of an eye, they were in the meeting with 20 other directors and teachers from other institutions.

This year, the responsibility for organizing the competition fell into the hands of Mr. Matthew and Mr. Colins (which is why the meeting was held at their institution).

For both of them, the meeting was the same every year: which rules to follow, which institutions would lend their fields, how much money needs to be collected, etc. The meetings were more for formality than anything else.

Mr. Matthew had the responsibility of leading the meeting, and with the growing pain in his stomach, he tried to make it more enjoyable and faster, but it didn't work.

Meanwhile, Mr. Colins was sitting when another discomfort hit him: *BRBRBRBRBRBR*; that sound was his stomach asking for relief, and he complied. He didn't release gas from his anal tract, but rather, through his throat.

His burp was stealthy enough not to alert anyone, so he continued: *BURP*. With each one, his mouth became more acidic, not enough to keep his stomach at bay.

Meanwhile, Mr. Matthew continued talking until a peculiar sound stopped him: *BRBRBRBRBRRB*. It was loud enough to be heard by everyone present, and Mr. Matthew pretended that nothing happened and continued talking:

Mr. Matthew: "The fee must be *BRBRBR* fair for all *BRBR* institutions."

Mr. Matthew knew he wouldn't be able to keep his stomach at peace for much longer, so he applied an old trick: *COUGH* *COUGH* *PPFFFFTT* *COUGH*.

The fart was brief enough not to be heard by anyone in the meeting, while the fart was even more pungent than the one from the door. However, he was far enough from the others so that it wouldn't be smelled.

Sweat was soaking him; slowly, his condition was worsening: *BBRRRRRRR*; he couldn't believe this was happening now. Having a diarrhea attack because of a disgusting coffee. In his thoughts, he said to himself: "I'll find out who did it and fire them!"

The situation wasn't different for Mr. Colins. He felt a great rush of air and liquid hitting his rectal walls, waiting for a moment to escape. He couldn't hold on anymore and thought: "My stomach hurts a lot; that coffee was definitely not a good idea."

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Please, please, I need to hold on... more!"

*BRBRRRRRR* *BRRRRRRRR*

"I can't hold this anymore..."

*PPPPFFFFFTTT*

Everyone in that moment fell silent, noticing the unmistakable sound of trapped gas escaping. The smell was the classic coffee scent with a more sour and disgusting tone. Everyone instinctively looked at each other to see who did it, while the teachers sitting near Mr. Colins knew perfectly well who it was and had front-row seats for the terrible smell emanating from him.

"Oh shit, they surely know who it was... ohhhhh no, not again..."

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRBRBRBRBR*

"Please, please, please..."

*PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTT*

*BRRRRRRRR*

His colleagues made a disgusted face, confirming their suspicions, and were disgusted by the new addition to the smell, a more penetrating odor, only caused by one thing: diarrhea.

Mr. Colins had a red face from embarrassment and a terrible pain in his stomach. He noticed something warm in his sweaty tight white underwear, caressing his crotch, finally, his body couldn't hold back, and he made the decision to release the pressure by giving way to some of the accumulated diarrhea.

"I think... I'm... CRAPPING!"

At that moment, he remembered the previous meetings, and one of the rules was "only one member is allowed to be absent at a time." He stood up from his seat, and with all eyes on him, even Mr. Matthew's, he said, "I need to step out for a moment... I left something in the car, I'll be right back." He walked towards the door, and when he left, he closed it forcefully and ran as fast as possible.

There were small laughs in the room; others had a disgusted and disapproving face, causing Mr. Matthew's stomach to stress again: *BRBRBBRRBRBRRR*. Taking advantage of his colleague's escape, he said, "I must go with him to see what's happening," but a thick and authoritative voice stopped him: "He'll be fine; you must continue with all of this." The voice was that of the Superintendent, who visibly was angry with everything that happened, and continued, "Besides, you must be aware that only one participant's absence is allowed at a time."

Mr. Matthew couldn't do anything but obey his superior, as he was responsible for financing all the present institutions and the main donor for the intercollegiate games.

He continued presenting the meeting points, but slowly his mind was clouding due to the incredible pain and pressure in his stomach. He could endure more than his colleague, Mr. Colins, because he usually drank coffee, and his stomach always expelled everything with diarrhea, but in a couple of hours, enough to get home. But this time was different; it had only been 20 minutes since they had the coffee, and Mr. Matthew was about to soil his pants without the possibility of Mr. Colins returning.

All he could do was wait and endure long enough while continuing to release pressure with gases that became more noticeable, both in noise and smell.

Mr. Matthew: "The next point will be the score topic; we will use the official system, and... *BBRRRRR* oh no... *BRRRRRRRR*"

*PFFFTTTT*

Mr. Matthew's mind: "I can't continue with this... *PPFFFFTTT* no, no, calm down, everything will be fine... come on, Colins, hurry up."

While all this was happening, Mr. Colins ran through the halls.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

*PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT*

"Get out of my way!"

His anus was pouring out the hot brown liquid he had been trying to avoid for the last 20 minutes. His underwear became heavier with each step, and from a distance, a large bump could be seen in his pants.

His diarrhea showed no mercy: *BRRRRRR* *PPPPFFFFFTTTT* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPS* *BRRRRRRRRRR*. He was completely embarrassed, passing through several school corridors emitting a terrible stench. The coffee aroma could no longer be distinguished from the gases; rather, it seemed like a mixture of the meals the teacher had in the past few days: eggs, bacon, beer, chicken, Chinese sauce, juice, etc. A combination that supported the reason why the director could endure a little longer.

He reached the teachers' bathroom, but there was a problem: "The keys... I left them in my car! Aaaaaggghhhhhh *PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPFFFFTTTTT*, shit, no time."

Desperate, he turned and ran towards the student bathroom. Each step meant taking the risk of ruining not only his underwear but also his pants and his teacher reputation.

*PPFFFFTT* *PPFFFFFTTT*

*PSPSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*

*PPPFFFFTTT* *BRBRBRRB*

"I need to get there!"

With a kick, he opened the door to the male bathroom. One of Mr. Colins's team members was inside: "Hello, coach! Didn't you have a meeting?" Mr. Colins didn't care and shouted at him, "Move and get out of here!" Scared, the boy ran out. The teacher forcefully closed the main door and blocked it with a mop nearby. He opened the stall door with force, desperately lowered his tight pants, and finally dropped his heavy underwear full of a large pile of smelly brown paste.

He sat his large, stained buttocks on the cold porcelain and closed his eyes...

*PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*

*SQQLSKSKSDJSDSJJSSKSJSKSSIS* *PPPFFFTTT* *QSSGQHSSHQHSHQHSHQHSSSHHHHHH* *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PFFFFFFTTTT*

*BRBBRBRBRBRBRBR*

"Oh shit. Finally... Woohoo, hahaha!"

*BBBRRRRRRRBBBRRRRRRR*

"Oh, so you're coming for more, huh?"

*PFFTT* *BBBBRBRRRRRRBBBBRRRRRRR*

"And... it looks like... *BRRRRRR*... you're teaming up with the beer..."

*PFPFPFPFPPFPFTTTTTTTT* *SQHSQHHSSHQHSHQSHSQHQSH*

PPPPFFFFFTTTTTTFTFTFTF* *BRRRRRR* *SQHQSHHQHSS* *BRRRRRR*

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *SQQQQQSSSHHHHHHHHHH* *BRRRRRBRRRR*

*Groans*

"I think I'm done... *BBRRRRR*... No, this is not going to end soon... *SQSQQSSQHHHH*."

Suddenly, the phone started ringing. It was Mr. Matthew:

Mr. Matthew: "Hey, how much longer are you going to take to come back?"

Mr. Colins: "Well... uh... I still haven't found what I lost in the car..."

Mr. Matthew: "How much more time do you need?"

Mr. Colins: "Give me about 5 minutes... *BRRRRRBRRBRBR*, oh better make it 10 more minutes... *PPPFFFFFTTTTTT* *QSQHSHQSHQHSHQSHQ*, better make it 30!"

Mr. Matthew: "What was that?"

Mr. Colins: "Nothing!"

Mr. Matthew: "I need you now, and... *PPPFFFFFFFTTTT*"

Mr. Colins: "What was that?"

Mr. Matthew: "Nothing!"

Mr. Matthew hung up the call at that moment and saw the superintendent's serious face. He was angry about the disaster that was the meeting presentation. But how could anyone concentrate while struggling not to have a leakage and soil their pants like a little child?

The Superintendent asked, "What's happening, Mr. Matthew? Whom were you calling?"

Mr. Matthew replied, "Sorry for the interruption, but my colleague needs help... *BBBRRRRRBBBRRRRRR* urgently..."

Superintendent: "So, do you plan to leave us sitting here waiting for him?"

Mr. Matthew: "Of course *BRBRBRBRBR* not..."

Superintendent: "Something is bothering you, isn't it?"

Mr. Matthew: "Of course not... *PPPPFFFFTTTT* oh..."

Superintendent: "Of course, it is. I order you to stop whatever is happening and proceed with this."

Mr. Matthew: "Bu- bu- but..."

Superintendent: "It's an order."

Mr. Matthew: "I..."

The room fell completely silent in the face of the boss's anger, watching the discomfort and sweat of their colleague who was in total suffering. They were surprised to see that Mr. Matthew obeyed the superintendent's words in a literal, desperate, and disgusting way...

*PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

*QSQSHQSHSQHSHQHSQHSHSHQHSHQHS*

Superintendent: "BUT WHAT?"

Mr. Matthew: "OH YES, OH YES NGAAAAAGGGGHHH"

*PFFFFFTFTTTTTTT PPPPFFFFFTFFTTFTFTFTFTF*

*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *BRRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRR*

*PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*

Everyone in the room was stunned; they couldn't believe it. Mr. Matthew, with a satisfied face, said, "I'm just obeying you, sir..." then he lowered his ruined pants, revealing a mixture of brown soup with several solid parts, including his naked balls and buttocks. He then took the trash can and continued with his work:

*PPPPFFTFFFTFTTTTT* *QSHQSHSHQHSQHSHQHSHQ* *BRRRR* *PFFFFFFTTTTTGTTTTTT* *SPLASH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPFFFFTFTTFTFT*

The angry superintendent left the room along with all the other teachers, and in Mr. Matthew's mind, he said, "Well, it seems we won't be the organizers anymore..."

*PPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPSPSPS*

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

20 minutes had passed; Mr. Colins entered the meeting room, and what he found surprised him: he saw his boss defecating in a trash can while on his right were the ruined and soiled pants.

Mr. Colins, in a sarcastic tone, said, "The coffee?"

Mr. Matthew: "The coffee."

*SPSPSPSPSPS* *QSHQHSHSHSQHSHSHQ*

#diarrhea #coprophilia #farts #desesperation #laxative #teacher #Principal

[happy4562]

Open Stalls on the Beach (fiction)

Charles had been sunbathing for quite some time and began to feel a slight grumble in his stomach. He ran his hand over his six pack and could tell he would need a toilet soon. He packed his things up and put them in the trunk of his car. The men’s room was about half a mile down the beach so he began making his way over. Usually he parked near the bathrooms but since it was such a beautiful day, the beach was packed.

When he got close, he got a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment to recover. He quickly made his way through the door only to discover that the stall doors had been removed. With no other option, he took the first available stall and dropped his swim trunks to his knees. His ass wasn’t even able to make full contact with the seat before loose diarrhea blew out of him. “Oh my god”, Charles whispered under his breath.

Another guy walked in at that moment and saw Charles on the throne. He took the stall directly next to him and dropped his speedo to his ankles. “Guess they don’t want people lingering too long in here”, the guy said to Charles while chuckling. Charles heard a loud crackle and splash in the next stall. Realizing he would have no privacy, Charles let out a second wave of even more watery shit.

“Fuck that sounds nasty”, the man in the next stall replied.

“Yeah I barely made it”, Charles said.

“Good thing you did”, the guy joked.

Charles was finally empty enough to begin the cleanup process. Unfortunately he was a stand up wiper. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his dick in the open or if he wanted anyone coming in to see his ass as he wiped. He chose the later. He faced the bowl and quickly scrunched up some paper. He bent over slightly and began to dig between his cheeks. On the first pass, the poet was wrecked.

Two other young guys walked in to use the urinals. “Woah, look at this dude wiping his ass!”, the one yelled out. Charles turned bright red. He grabbed some more paper and wiped again. His hairy ass was on display for anyone and everyone to see. It took four more passes to finish and by that point his neighbor in the next stall was long gone. He pulled up his trunks and fled the men’s room as fast as he could. On the walk back to his car, the two guys who walked in on him were on the beach. They notice Charles and pointed him out to their friends and laughed. Charles got in his car and sped off.

#mens room #beach toilet #diarrhea #fiction

[wet-and-wedgied]

Spencer’s Spicy Salad

Spencer rolled up from underneath the customer’s truck as the clock struck the time for lunch. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaving behind a bit of grease and jumped up to his feet. Spencer was a tall young mechanic who had been left in charge of his boss’s shop for the day. A fit man college student with short curly brown hair, strong arms and defined chest he cut an figure even in his simple mechanic’s get up: a tight white shirt and a pair of well worn grey overalls.

He grabbed a rag and wiped off the excess grease off his hands as he popped into the break room, a tiny little alcove with a water cooler and mini-fridge, putting out the salad he had grabbed earlier before work. It was some kind of spicy Mexican salad he had seen on his feed at some local place and had decided to try it out. It was supposed to be really good for the digestive track and a delicious meal for those looking to stay fit.

Spencer propped his leg up and chowed down. It was way spicer than he had thought, the kale in it practically soaked in some creamy dressing that while delicious kept burning his tongue. Spencer kept refilling his water bottle and chugging the whole thing in order to cool off. Still it was delicious. And filling too. Spencer patted his full stomach satisfied as he tossed the bowl and finished up his lunch and went back to working in the truck.

Spencer was finishing tightened the last bolts in place underneath the truck and he felt his stomach flip. Still on the board on his back, he lifted a leg and ripped a hot fat fart.

PPOPPPFFFBBBRT!

Spencer laughed, patting his stomach as some pressure was lessened, and blew out two more farts

PPFFFERRT

BBRRTFFRRRT!

Spencer slid out from underneath the truck and was greeted with the rancid smell of his own ass. “Damn, I reck. But I really needed that!”

“Well I hope you got it all out of your system then,” said Spencer’s boss. Spencer looked up to see his boss, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, holding his nose and fanning the air.

“sir!” Spencer flushed, scrambling to his feet. “My bad. Sorry, I thought you said you’d be gone today.”

“I am, I am, just checking in is all. Making sure you haven’t burned down the place.”

“no sir—” PPfffpppertRRT!

Spencer covered his rear as another fart ripped out him. His stomachgurgled and flipped again. His boss increased his fanning. “Geez. Light a match in here and you just might. What did you eat, son?”

Spencer opened his mouth to respond but was waved off.

“Nevermind, is the truck ready, they should be coming to pick it up soon. I want to make sure you got this on your own, eh.” His boss smirk and tapped Spencer in the stomach and Spencer tense feeling his guts bubble and gurgle protest.

“no problem sir,” Spencer said.

“perfect, Ah look here they come now.”

Spencer turned to see a handsome man a few years older than Spencer with a bright smile and two twin teen boys glued to their phones coming in. “Hey, everything ready? We’re looking forward to going camping!” The truck owner said with high optimism. The two boys each rolled their eyes.

“You’re excited Uncle Daniel,” one of the boys groaned.

“Like a dork,” said the other. “You like being alone in the woods cause it doesn’t sound as bad as being alone in the real world.” The twins high-fived, neither looking up from their phones.

The truck owner— Daniel’s smile flattened but he push onward. “You two really don’t let up, huh. Sorry, is the truck ready? Then we’ll get out of your hair.”

“No worries,” Spencer’s boss said, “Spencer here will take care of you.”

“Right!” Spencer said offering a hand to Daniel. “Spencer. Sorry, you already know that. Um, yes, your truck is ready.”

“Wonderful that is great news.” Daniel took Spencer’s hand, giving it a firm handshake as their eyes.

“I really like camping,” Spencer blurted out. Daniel’s lips curled into a smooth grin.

“really? We’ll maybe we—“

“Ew, Uncle Daniel stop flirting with the mechanic dude,” whined one of the teens.

Spencer felt a flush on his cheeks— only for it to be replaced with a far more intense feeling in his stomach. Any butterflies he felt seemed to be carrying megaton warheads, dropping them in his intestines. An ominous gurgle went through him and Spencer clutched his abdomen. The pressure on his guts was intense. Fuuuck… he needed to shit.

“you okay?” Asked Daniel.

“yeah, yeah,” Spencer said hastily. “I just need you sign some paperwork and I’ll go grab your keys. Spencer hurried out of the garage and into the office, a series of small hot farts squeaking out of him as he went. He hurried over to the papers and

PPPPPFFFFBBBFFRRRTPPPBBBBT!!!

Spencer gasped as a massive fart erupted out of him as he bent to grab the clipboard sign the paperwork on it. He held his stomach. Fuck that spicy salad was messing with his guts. His stomach broiled like an Icelandic mud volcano. Spencer clinched his cheeks. Ahhh. Don’t think about mud volcanoes. He looked to the board where they hung the keys and then to down the hall where the bathroom was. He desperately wanted ti make a mad dash to the bathroom and absolutely destroy the toilet. But his boss and that hit uncle were waiting for him. He groaned. Shit. He could hold it for a few minutes. He grabbed the keys and speed walked back the garage. As he step through the door the water cookie gurgled and suddenly the pressure seemed to shift from. His rear, the pressure subsiding on his packed colon, but only to fall squarely onto his bladder. Spencer tensed as he paused in the garage, pressing his legs together as a lake of hot piss sloshed in his bladder, all those bottles of water lapping against the dam inside him. A dam that desperately wanted to burst.

“Spencer, you okay?”

Spencer looked up to see his boss and Daniel both looking at him. He gave them both a nervous smile.

“I-I’m fine.” Spencer said, and straightened. He forced his legs apart and focused on not pissing himself. He could hold it. He could hold it. He could hold it. Spencer repeated the thought in his head as he half walked half shuffle over to Daniel. “Here you go— Ahh!” A leak squirted out of Spencer, dribbles of hot piss splashing into his soft boxers. Spencer bent, his knees pressed together. He held back a whimper as he bounced from foot to foot, his bladder aching. Oh man he didn’t have drunk so much water.

“Are you sure you are okay dude?” Daniel asked.

“He looks like he is doing the pee dance,” snickered one of Daniel’s nephews.

Another leak squirted out of Spencer at the sound of the word ‘pee’. “Ahh!” Spencer cried out as he gave in and wedged his hand between his crotch, desperately holding onto his crotch. Spencer bit his lip and held the truck key’s for Daniel to take, but he was frozen in place.

PPpFfrtt

Spencer gasped as he farted, hot and stenching. His stomach gurgled and he temporarily lost his control on his bladder. Hot piss sprayed out of his cock and into his boxers.

“nNoooOO—Ahh!” Spencer cried out and moaned as he tried and failed to regain control. The dam gates had opened and now the flood came bursting through! Spencer stood frozen as his body let go and he began soaking his boxers, peeing his pants, a dark wet patch blooming at the crotch of his overalls and then spread fast as rivulets of urine ran down his legs and soaked through the fabric. Spencer’s eyes fluttered as he pee, flooding his overalls, sending hot push gushing through the material and over his hand, still desperately gripping his leaking crotch even as Spencer formed a puddle beneath him.

PSsssssSSHH

“oh man! The mechanic is pissing his pants!” Said on the of nephews.

“Dude is soaking them too!” Said the other, holding up his phone to record.

Spencer was helpless as his bladder emptied itself in his boxers and overalls. But that wasn’t the worse part. As his bladder gushed out, his stomach gurgle and shit that had filled him slammed against his rear. His guys bubbled and Spencer knew he wasn’t able to keep control over his bowels.

PPFFFFBBRRT

PPBBBBRFFFFERRTTT

BBBTRRFFF

Spencer bent as he was hit with a series of wet “oh no!” Spencer dropped the keys in Daniel’s hand and turned trying the run back inside, but only made it a few steps before a massive cramp bent him over.

PPPRRRRBFFFF!!!

“Come on, no, no, no,” Spencer said panicking as he fumbled with the clasp on his overalls. If he could at least get out of them, but the clasp was stuck and then it was too late. “No-AaggAAAHHH!”

Spencer moaned as he lost complete control of his bowels, a torrent of hot diarrhea exploding into his already soaked boxers and overalls. It was a volcanic mudslide, thick and soft as it blasted out of him. A massive bugle was instantly forming in his overalls, staining the back as he had the front.

BLLKOOPOOOPPPPFFFT

SPLKTPPPFFFFT

“oh my god!” Spencer’s boss cover his nose as Spencer relentless farted as wave after wave of hot recking shit erupted out of him . The liquid shit overflowed his boxers as he emptied his bowls, diarrhea slide down his legs and splattering against the garage floor. Spencer was helpless as he evacuated the hot muddy brown sewage.

PLSSPPOFFFRRT

PPBBBRRTTPPFFFTSSSTK

Spencer, defeated as another wave hit him, feel to his knees, landing in puddle of his own piss as more diarrhea filled his overalls. The foul stench filled the entirety of the garage, as Spencer could only sit in his disgrace.

“oh man,” snicker one of the twins. “This is going to get a shitload of views!”

Spencer groaned as a final fart marked the end of him shitting and soiling himself. He was never trying spicy salad again

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