Was With My Partner Once And They Left To Use The Bathroom Which Was Right Next To The Room We Were In.

Please don't mind me I just really like idia shroud alright

Also maybe don't look at the rest of my blog without looking at all my warnings I can't pay for your therapy I'm just a broke little farmer

I deleted the title on accident but umm copro fantasy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope you liked my little imagine!!

imagine me making a cream based soup for dinner two nights ago then appreciating how loud my fiance’s stomach and farts and trips to the bathroom were all night/the following morning..

imagine me currently standing at the washing machine starting laundry and pulling out a pair of boxers with very clear tangible physical evidence of .. more than a shart.. more than a skidmark.. like.. i’m gonna have to rinse this in the sink, before i toss it in the laundry. usually its just a discoloration but there’s a SUBSTANCE here.

help im so turned on for WHAT REASON?? and he’d be SO embarrassed if i said something about it, thank fuck he’s not home. i’m gonna have to get the vibrator out 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

< 3 love, 🎆 anon

oh 😳🥵 I guess that soup was a winner huh? 🥴 what a lovely present to stumble across, especially after all the gas and toilet trips the day before. I wonder which fart did him in? 👀😵‍💫

First time posting a writing...

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Content: Semi-unwilling pred, multiple prey, size difference (prey are like palm sized), safe vore, soft vore, very willing prey

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All Michael wants is to get out of here. Distract his mind from the hurricane that's having it's way in his head. The dread, the fear, the anxiety that eats away at his skin.

Maybe that's why he decided to go tramping aimlessly into the woods. No one around to hate him. No one around to fear the judgement of. He knows he'll be fine. To get back, all he has to do is follow the quiet until it breaks away into the noise of the city. But that's for later. Much later. These woods are better than trying to ignore the smell of people everywhere, of his friends, of his family. Just grass and leaves as far as the eye can see. The lingering scents of animals, leaving their marks in the underbrush. And… something… sweet? The air tastes almost like fruit, yet he sees none around. If there was an orchard nearby, he'd know, right? There'd be a massive farmer's market in town or something.

Michael stops and looks up. There's a trail of small winking lights floating among the branches. They almost remind him of fireflies. The presence of those same bugs might be why he didn't register these at first. He reaches up and pokes one. It sparkles, bursting into motes of light that slowly dissolve into the air.

Curious, he follows the lights. Up ahead he can hear sparking pops, rushing water, and soft hisses of indistinct noise. The fruit-like smell grows stronger. The air feels thicker, thrumming with some substance he can't identify. He decides to think of it like a confusing alien humidity. As he pushes himself through a wall of bushes, he blinks at the sight in front of him.

It's… a party? Seemingly random objects crowd the place (giant mushrooms, sure, but why is there a brand-new sofa here?) and even more of those lights illuminate the area. It's like a star-filled sky, flooded with sparkling lights that are replaced as quickly as they wink out. Blurs of color and light move around the area. A buzz of movement fills his ears– like insect wings, like a whistling breeze, like rustling leaves. At first he wonders where the people are. Only once he focuses on the blurs do they start looking like definite forms to him. Small people, decked with– no, embedded with crystals.

The pit in his stomach grows deeper at the realization. Then it itches at his insides, insisting he stop ignoring it. He wanted to get away from people. Yet here he is, ending up in a throng of them. Maybe that's on him. Being stupid and following what was probably magical lanterns for fairies or something.

He backs up, trying to retreat to the other side of the bushes. The fragile branches snap around his arms.

"Hey!" Someone shouts, and he hopes that it's not directed at him. Then that someone flies into his vision, promptly dashing that hope. "You busy?"

"What?" Michael asks.

"I said, are you busy?" The fairy repeats, hovering in front of his face.

"I, uh. No. Why do you ask?"

"Great!" The fairy claps their hands together, beaming. "We need some variety over here. Make some requests, get crazy! Wishes, if you insist on it. We've got mana to burn."

"I'm…" He glances past them, into the thick of the gathering. Some faces have turned towards him. If he's leaving, it's not going to be unnoticed. Or unjudged.

"Sorry, I don't know what this is about. I don't want to intrude on your, uh, party?"

The fairy gives him an odd look. "It's a casting festival. We've been running out of ideas and we still have mox-ridden to take care of. So come on! Get in here, sit down."

That clears up next to nothing, but Michael nods like he understands. What he expected was a demand for why he's there, or maybe a yell for him to leave. Not… this.

"Um, okay." He never was good at speaking. He's not sure if this will be any different. Michael clumsily extricates himself from the bush, bringing plenty of leaves with him.

"Go, go!" A new voice shouts. He can feel the press of attention on him, of much smaller eyes following his comparatively giant self. The idea of standing feels nauseating. At least that confusingly pristine couch will come into use. He sits.

Michael picks a leaf out of his air.

"Allow me." Yet another stranger comes near him, waving their good arm. The other is stiff, composed entirely of gem. Or encrusted with it? He's not sure. Before Michael can figure that out, all the broken twigs and leaves in his hair transform into butterflies, fluttering away.

"Ah." He states. There's movement behind him, and the pressure of being watched is now crushing. God. These people are, what, palm-sized? Smaller? He doesn't know. Because he's not focusing on that. Definitely. Most certainly not. But there's a bunch behind his head on the back of the couch now aren't they. Why are they there. He's boring he's not interesting.

Something hisses, and he decides to ignore the basket of rubber snakes someone just manifested.

"You don't talk much, do you?" The first stranger says. Michael isn't sure when they followed him, or if they were there all along. He just sort of shakes his head, feeling too sick to speak.

"Hey, wait." The crystal-ridden fairy gestures out their good arm, holding a hand out. "Hold up your hand."

Confused and too afraid to say no, he does so. They press their hand against his finger, thoughtful.

"Oh, this is perfect. You drain magic!"

"Uh. I– sorry. I don't, I don't think I can make it stop. Is that… is that gonna be a problem?" He asks despite knowing the answer is yes.

"Not at all!" The fairy laughs at him, and there's tittering behind his head. The fear of why they're laughing drowns out the actual words.

"I've got an excellent idea. You're a vampire, aren't you?"

"You can tell that fast?" He asks.

"Not many things can be mana sinks and alive beings." The fairy pauses. "Technically alive."

Before he can ask what being a vampire has to do with anything, another voice pipes up.

"Eat us!"

Alarmed, Michael spins around to stare at the miniature crowd behind him. "Huh??"

There's a chorus of agreement, of laughter, and beaming smiles. He starts to wonder if his hunger is making him delusional.

"Look!" The same voice cries, now identified as belonging to glowing blue fairy. "This is a golden opportunity. We need to burn mana, you need to absorb energy. It's an easy solution!"

"But why– why eating? Isn't that dangerous for you?"

"Psht," A green fairy scoffs, "We could get out even if wanted to stop us."

"Are… are you sure? If you get out with magic, and I'm… taking it…?"

"Just one of us has way more mana than you could ever take at once. And guess what! You take it best through eating, which is why that's the only way it'll actually make a difference." At this point he isn't sure who's speaking. They're all strangers to him, overwhelming and bright. The constant switching is making his head spin.

"Look," A brash voice says, "We’re basically doing you a favor.”

Something pokes his belly, and Michael reflectively swats at the offending person. They easily flit backwards out of reach, giggling at him.

“I’m–”

“Come on!”

“I…” Michael glances away, frighteningly aware of the gathering crowd around him. He clutches his shirt, pressing his fist into his middle. A rumble teases him in return. They'll be fine. They'll be fine? And he. He doesn't think he can get out of this situation anyway. He'd been desperate to avoid his friends and their insisting, but this is astronomically worse. The anxiety and the hunger alike dig at his insides. "Okay."

There's a pregnant pause.

"Open up, then!" Someone shouts. Admonished, Michael opens his mouth, displaying his fangs and empty throat. All of a sudden there's a taste on his tongue. A slight weight presses against it, and wings tickle against the roof of his mouth. He flinches, snapping his jaws shut and reflexively swallowing to rid himself of the feeling. Something wriggles down his throat in surprise.

He looks down at his stomach in a panic.

“Shit! Shit, I'm sorry, you– I didn’t mean to throw you down so fast–”

“Forget that! It’s my turn!” Another fairy presses tiny hands against his lips.

“Uh–?” The moment his mouth opens, they push inside, kicking their legs against his teeth to propel themselves down his throat. In that moment, he’s grateful he no longer has a gag reflex. He swallows, and their lemony taste slips past his tongue along with them. Michael doesn't know if he should be glad for or dreadful of the rapid pace.

His stomach seems to have no opinion one way or the other, merely growling at the prospect of being fed. There's a tittering of excitement around him.

Another approaches, face eager. He hesitates, but opens up his mouth for them. God, another. How many will there be? He hasn't bothered to count the amount around him, but he hopes it's not all of them. The way his gut gurgles implies disagreement.

Someone touches his middle again, and he gently waves them away. He can't speak, not with the current fairy deciding to take their time searching his mouth. His tongue twitches, and it's with great chagrin he realizes he's drooling. They taste like sugar. Artificial fruit. They push forward, and Michael takes that as a sign to swallow. He can feel the warmth of energy slip past his throat, moving deeper inside him. It collects in his stomach. He doesn't dare look down at it.

Even as that someone tries to touch him again.

"What are you doing?" He snaps, unable to help it.

"I want to see if I can feel anyone from out here," They say, perturbed.

"Well– just don't. If you want to touch anything, do it from inside." Even as he says them, Michael regrets the words.

"You hear that? You're next!"

"That's not what I–" He stammers, trying to correct the assumption, but they're already staring up at him with such big, desperate eyes. The noise dies in his throat. How is he supposed to deal with a look like that? Michael sighs and opens his mouth. The fairy, eager as the rest, dives in. It's some small relief that he can't choke. He swallows, pressing fingers against his lips. The taste of their skin lingers, crystalline and sweet. The movement of their small body disappears inside him.

That's what he wants to think, anyway. In reality, he can feel squirming inside his gut. Small pressures that he can feel for moments, only for his stomach to disguise the sensation with a deep growl. Hunger still itches at him. The edge has been weaned off, dulled. But he doesn't feel full. Doesn't feel satiated. As much as he hates to admit it, this crowd might be right. They're kind of doing him a favor. Instead of going home and starving, hoping he won't do anything…

With an uncertain sort of confidence, he holds his tongue out. Michael doesn't even see this one, only knows they're in his mouth. He draws his mouth closed, and– oh, no, okay, a second has decided to clamber in. Michael hums in protest. With his tongue he presses one against the inside of his cheek, swallowing one at a time. There's a little bit of a rhythm now.

The way they slide down his throat. His stomach squirms, and he grimaces. The sensation is foreign, and he can't tell if the movement makes him feel sick or thrilled. That's a pretty consistent doubt, though. Not knowing if he's happy or disgusted by the situation at hand.

"Me next! Me next!"

"One second…" he pauses, taking a deep breath. How many has he eaten? He hasn't been counting, but it feels like far too many. Not enough. He wonders whether he'll be able to fit all of the fairies that flutter around his head. They stare expectantly at him, hover above his shoulders, lower in front of his stomach. Is it sticking against his shirt now? Now that he looks at it, he can see it glowing with a handful of different colors. They flicker and move through his skin.

"Right."

Michael's stomach growls again. At the end of this, he's going to be stuffed…

So I was at a friend’s house when this happened. But I’d eaten an entire tub of the Betty Crocker frosting by myself in under 11 hours. Sugar like this tends to upset my stomach. Anyway later when I went to the bathroom I had the largest shit I’ve had in a while, a turd about seven inches long then more mush on top

Damn 😳 God all that thick sugary frosting must have been so rich~ I had no idea it'd produce such lovely results 💦

honestly I'm more impressed you had the endurance to finish it lol, I could never hold down that much sugar

I miss when I would get Tumblr asks that actually said things and weren't just digital panhandling scams.

Let’s not pretend doms don’t need after care too.

Ask them if they are satisfied, whether they came or not. Do they want to cum?

If they need anything to drink.

Perhaps they might be cramping from putting a lot of effort.

Tell them they did well and which parts you enjoyed the most.

Compliment them for their work.

Cuddle up to them.

Offer help for the clean up afterwards.

Order food together.

Sex can be something casual, but might be intense too. Either physical or mentally. Take care of each other and regularly communicate with each other. No question should be taboo. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

Ooooo yay! I think it's time you set a new record. Three days was delicious, but I think this time you can do four. Then you'll really be stuffed full and bloated for us. You've got to keep updating, too. It's so hard to lose motivation without someone standing over your shoulder and making sure you keep going. I want to know every meal that ends up trapped in your belly.

it's definitely hard to stay all stuffed and bloated while I'm so busy on a daily basis, but it feels so good... And so humiliating 🥵

Since that post I've eaten a hefty amount of pasta and chicken wings (including leftovers and all) with fruits and vegetables and psyllium husk. The wings have been giving me the best gas of my life good God 🤤💦 I once ate them a little too soon before sleeping and I woke up with such a tummyache and basically blew up the shower with a ton of huge farts, God it felt so good

Rn im getting those typical constipation farts, the ones that are silent and warm and so so pungent that I usually have to let them out where there aren't any people... I'm not very bloated yet, but I'm feeling a little heavy

ExLax anon from earlier. Not much is happening, but it just hit your six. The suspension is getting to me but I feel like it's going to be so worth the wait.

Certainly hot to hear anon~ 🥵 gotta love the tension of a big mess just up against your hole

Thx for sharing!