Hi Ppl I Have A Nerd Kink So What Do We Think About Me Spouting Unhinged Crap About It

Food is clearly fermenting nicely inside my intestines, and I must hold in my gas for the time being because there are people behind me that will ✨know✨

I'll also be stuffing my tummy with more food soon!

I should add- it is in fact leftover baked pasta with an ungodly deliciously sinful amount of cheese

It is official I am doing!! My very first official hold on record!!!

Ate psyllium husk, 3 big servings of baked pasta with an ungodly deliciously sinful amount of cheese, abd topped that thang off with more psyllium husk

The left of my colon feels a little full, but this is only the beginning. I'll update in the coming days, send me your encouragements and food ideas!

Perhaps I can be convinced to eat a little sugar free candy for extra gas who knows 👀

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? 👀😵‍💫

Tummy... tummy hurty...

Ate ghost pebber chees

And double serving of sugar free candy

Farted like crazy for an hour then expelled sloppy shit into the toilet uhnnhghghnn

Tummy burning... hurts.. so good~

tummy!!

tummy

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!

Pro tip: if you rail your puppyboy from behind and put a hand on his lower stomach, you'll hear the most desperate pathetic noises you've ever heard (bonus points if you tease them about how you're going to fill their little tummy with puppies)

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

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

Reblog to burp sensually in previous's face :3

Midnight Cravings

I wrote another thing!! :DD This is the canon?? scenario where they both find out they're into the same stuff~ >;3c

Same as "Full Tank", Vanessa's dialogue is in pink, and Damien's is in purple

Hope you enjoy reading~!! ;3

The nearly full moon peeked through the curtains of Damien and Vanessa's bedroom, a reminder of the upcoming monthly transformation the couple had to endure

The bed creaked slightly as a figure sat up at the edge, slighty hunched and groggy. A long, low rumble that echoed through the room caused the werewolf to wince and curl into himself in discomfort, gritting his teeth, his lengthy canines flashing momentarily.

<<Come on, dinner was just a few hours ago, you already ate so much..>> he thought to himself, blushing slightly as he looked down at the little belly he'd recently grown, not that big, but compared to his previous rail-thin frame, it stuck out more, giving Damien the appearance of a beer gut. He rubbed it lightly, in hopes of calming the gnawing hunger to no avail. His pointed ears flicked as he checked to make sure that his wife remained asleep, a bit shy about his appetite

He glanced over his shoulder, listening and watching intently for any sign she might be feigning sleep, but was relieved to find her fast asleep, the vampire’s sweet face appearing just as beautiful in the dark as in daylight.

Another pang of animalistic hunger brought his attention back to the present, a low, frustrated growl escaping his lips. He began to salivate, longing for something to sink his teeth into. He needed to bite down on something, he needed to eat, and soon.

Damien stepped into his slippers and made his way out of the room, down the long hallway and staircase, and into the kitchen.

His pace quickened as the scent of food crept closer, taunting his howling stomach even more.

He practically tore the fridge door open, grabbing the first thing he could reach. Some meaty lasagna, from a lunch date they’d gone on the day before. The smell of meat only enticed him more, his body craving meat. He showed some restraint, haphazardly tossing it onto a plate and into the microwave to warm it up. They’d ordered a few extra portions of the lasagna the day before to take home with them, so the plate definitely had some weight to it as he took it out of the microwave, still hot. He quickly set it down, waving his hand to cool it off and sucking his slightly burnt thumb.

The smell of the lasagna was intoxicating, the meat, cheese, pasta and marinara filling his nostrils. He fished out a fork from the silverware drawer and cut off a sizeable hunk from the main piece, cheese stretching as he pulled the fork to his mouth. He blew on it and brought the fork to his lips, moaning in delight at the taste.

He couldn't tell whether or not it was due to his lycanthropy-induced hunger, but it tasted like the most magnificent thing he’d ever had. The sudden surge in euphoria finally sent him over the edge, Damien beginning to shovel mouthfuls of the lasagna at a time, completely absorbed with his eating. In just a couple of minutes, the whole plate had been scraped and licked clean, virtually spotless.

As if he hadn't just eaten several servings of rich, calorie-dense food, he set his plate down and grabbed the next available dish in the fridge, a large container with pasta and some garlic bread left over from last night's dinner.

His patience growing thinner, he didnt even bother heating it up this time. Even cold, the pasta was creamy and the sauce was well seasoned and delicious. Damien continued eating, ripping off hunks of garlic bread between bites of pasta and dipping it in the sauce. He gratefully finished up everything in the container, scraping it clean and licking the fork, putting it aside and reaching back into the fridge once again for the next dish.

A batch of Vanessa's homemade soup dumplings. Those tiny, addicting little pockets of gold.. Damien peeled off the lid and tossed it onto the counter, popping them into his mouth one at a time, humming happily to himself and delighting in the way they would burst with flavor into his mouth as he bit down. They were the perfect size to eat in one bite. There were about eight in that container, each no bigger than a fist, and he polished off every single one with ease.

The werewolf licked his lips expectantly, letting out a few small burps as he reached back in yet again, rubbing his bulging belly absentmindedly

His hands found a nearly-full container of hearty potato and bacon soup, set it on the counter and removed the lid, running his tongue over his teeth hungrily.

No longer caring for manners, he scooped up the whole container and tipped it just enough to flow into his mouth. He gulped it down thickly, moaning lowly as it joined the rest of his meal in his bottomless belly. He paused a couple of times to chew the bigger pieces of potatoes and broccoli and other ingredients in the soup, but mostly just drank it down like it was nothing.

As the last dregs of the soup were swallowed down, he let out a wet belch, the contents sloshing inside his stomach.

His breathing grew heavier as his hunger continued, Damien growing visibly frustrated as he growled, feeling another rumble deep in the pit of his stomach. He sniffed the air, gruffly shoving the other foods aside and grabbing several packets of raw meat from the fridge, ingredients for tomorrow's meals no doubt.

He tore the plastic wrap off the tops of the styrofoam packages and one by one, wolfed down the hunks of meat. From full steaks to pork chops to chicken feet, he downed it all, his lupine side taking the wheel.

After that, everything sort of blurred together, he didn't really pay attention to what he ate, as long as it filled his belly.

Raw vegetables and meat, fruits, cold cuts, cheeses, leftovers and desserts, nothing was safe if it was in his reach.

He was now sitting on the floor, his legs spread out in a wide criss-cross position, licking up the remains of his feast, some frosting from a now devoured cheesecake decorating his fingertips and face.

It had probably been over an hour since he had gotten out of bed. It was a miracle Vanessa hadn't woken up to discover him yet, the vampire still fast asleep in bed, curled up in the comforters, blissfully unaware of her husband's midnight gorging.

Damien's mind started to clear now that he had satisfied his stomach, allowing him to come back to reality.

He was a complete mess of burps and hiccups, his stomach gurgling and churning loudly. He took short, huffy breaths, his stomach rising and falling like an overinflated balloon.

His waistband dug deeply into his underbelly, stretched to the max. This discomfort, bordering on pain, made Damien look down and face the results of his binging.

His throat made a sound between a squeak and a whimper as he saw himself for the first time since coming down into the kitchen.

The entirety of the fridges’ contents were now packed into the heaving mass that kept him pinned to the ground. Every rumble and gurgle was visible across the stretched surface of his flushed skin. Damien was in shock and disbelief, his mouth agape and his face and ears practically glowing red.

His heartbeat quickened, feeling something strange stir inside of him, causing him to squirm. He whined, clutching one of his burning hot cheeks in his hand, while the other kept him propped up off the ground.

He felt a million butterflies flutter from his stomach up and down his spine and settle between his legs, gasping, recognizing this feeling but confused by the strange cause.

His heart still beating at a million miles a minute, he removed his hand from his face and slowly placed it down onto the dome-like surface of his belly, feeling another small jolt of energy run through him.

He stifled a moan, feeling pleasant shivers run through him as he slowly became familiar with the shape of his belly, the way it felt when he rubbed it and the way it looked, sagging between his legs as he sat on the ground, surrounded by the evidence of his indulgence.

He bit his lip, trying to come to terms with these new feelings as he attempted to come back down from that sudden spike in excitement, feeling fuzz beginning to form on the sides of his face and not wanting to cause any further changes to his body.

He slowly got to his feet, heaving himself up by using the kitchen counter top. His gut sloshed and swayed as he stood, propped up on the counter and catching his breath.

“Hhhokay.. ffuck- hhhuff- that… I- I don't even know where to begin unpacking all that-” he panted, covering his flustered face with one hand, still bent over the counter

“I.. I should clean up, I cant *bwOorp-* believe I made such a mess..” he said, a twinge of guilt building as he looked around at the containers and small bits of food strewn around the floor of the once pristine kitchen.

He did his best to pick up the mess, struggling to bend over now that he had this massive boulder in the way of everything, but he refused to leave Vanessa with the mess, even if it left him winded beyond belief

A bit more time passed and he groggily picked up the last of the dishes, leaving them in the sink to wash in the morning.

There were still a couple of spots of food here and there that he couldn't reach or just didn't see because of his bloated belly, but it was certainly an improvement.

Damien's belly growled unpleasantly, upset by all the bending and moving. He burped and panted as he tried to calm his stomach, rubbing one hand over it cautiously

After a bit, he decided to finally make the journey back up to bed. He clutched his belly as he made his way back up the stairs, down the hallway and into his bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief as he entered the room

Damien sluggishly approached the bed, relieved to see Vanessa still cozied up under the covers, just the way he'd left her. A small smile and a gentle blush crept onto his face, gazing affectionately at his sleeping wife.

He was startled by a loud gurgle from his stomach, finally sitting down on the edge of his side of the bed. His eyes darted back to Vanessa several times as he tried to settle himself into bed without her noticing.

Finally, he felt relief as he settled into bed, the weight of his overfed tummy now resting on the plush mattress. He groaned with relief, glad to be back in bed.

His ear twitched as he heard Vanessa stir behind him, mumbling and whining sleepily as she reached for the warmth of her little spoon.

Damien squeaked as he felt her fingers graze the curvature of his stomach as it continued to churn and bubble audibly.

Vanessa shuffled closer to him, still mostly asleep as she pulled herself closer to him and holding onto the pillow he was hugging. But it was much too firm, and.. warm to be a pillow..? What else could it be though, sticking out so far in front of..

“..Baby..? Is that- you?..” she asked, her voice just above a whisper and her cheeks growing warm. Vanessa's eyes fluttered open, Damien's back facing her. His heart beat wildly in his chest, her husband remaining quiet as a mouse, tensing up slightly as she felt around, trying to determine what she was holding onto.

She squeaked and drew her hand back quickly as another long rumble echoed through the room, feeling the vibration against her fingers as her suspicions (or hopes) were confirmed.

That warm, round, mass she was feeling was his stomach.

Her sleepy and flustered mind tried to make sense of it all.. Yes, she had been trying to ease him into eating more, and was delighted to see the gradual effects of all her cooking going to his waistline, but this was something entirely different.

She had nothing to do with this, who knows how much he'd eaten to get this big. A shiver ran down her spine as her face turned red, her mind beginning to wander, though she tried her best to stay focused on the present

“I-it's okay, honey, um, are you.. okay..? You sound like you're in pain..”

Damien nervously replied, averting his eyes from his abdomen. “Hhh- I'm.. I'm *urp-* okay.. I'm just- really embarrassed.. and f- *hic-!* full..”

“Here, turn around, I can help you feel better” she said, her heart beating faster as she prepared herself to see the damage

“..Okay..” he muttered, grunting and huffing as he adjusted himself in bed, holding onto his stomach as if it would roll away if he moved too carelessly. He rolled onto his back, taking a second to catch his breath, before allowing his gut to spill back out in front of him again, sloshing and gurgling angrily at the sudden movement. Vanessa tensed as she felt his belly rub up against her, sticking out far from the rest of his body

Damien burped and groaned, his face and ears feeling warm, feeling Vanessa’s gaze, and hearing her heart race inside her chest

“O-oh.. wow… You- you must've been.. really hungry..” she said in a quiet tone, awestruck with the sheer size of his gut

“I’ve.. I don't think I've ever seen you this full.. you poor thing, it looks so- tight..” she said, putting a bit of emphasis on that last bit

Damien watched bashfully as she reached her hands out to caress his belly, hearing her struggle to keep her breaths steady

As her hands gingerly rested on the warm, taut surface, another lengthy rumble reverberated against the surface, sending shivers through her fingertips and all throughout her body. Her husband let out a small, needy whine, which was quickly cut off by his own embarrassment

“S-sorry-” he stammered, his face growing redder by the second “I r-URP-eally tried not to wake you.. God, this is so embarrassing..” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands

Vanessa began rubbing her husband's aching belly, trying to stay level-headed, though she was becoming extremely flustered

“You have nothing to apologize for, you can't help it that your appetite gets stronger around this time of the month..”

“I know, but- it's never been this much before.. I don't kn-*ourp-* know what got into me.. I mean.. look at me. I-I’m huge!”

Vanessa turned a bit red at his acknowledgement of his size, trying not to stare too much at his belly as she rubbed her thumbs in gentle circles over the topmost section of the dome

“H-how much did you eat, anyway? I didn't even think it was possible for you to get this big in one sitting-” she asked, letting the question she’d been wanting to ask slip

The werewolf’s eyes widened, embarrassment creeping up on him again

He averted gaze as he spoke “Uhm.. I didn't mean to, but- I-I ate everything in the.. the fridge.. I just couldn't really- stop…” he muttered, his eyes darting for a second to meet Vanessa’s before quickly looking away

Vanessa's breath hitched, feeling her heart nearly leap out of her chest

“...No way..” she whispered, “You mean all this-” She put one hand on each side of his belly “is.. everything we had..? The pasta.. steak.. all our leftovers..e-everything.. you- ate all that..?” She asked, fighting to contain herself as her fingers grabbed a bit tighter onto him subconsciously

Damien gulped, his heart racing “M-mhmm…” he replied, nodding slightly, trembling a bit as her nails grazed his overly-sensetive skin. Blood pumped furiously through his body, something that did not go unnoticed by the vampire

She began trailing her hands along the surface of his belly, feeling every inch of the distended mass, little jolts of electricity running through her as her husband wordlessly whimpered at the sensation, his breaths coming in winded huffs, too full to inhale all the way without feeling like he might burst.

Vanessa became entranced, getting a bit more handsy and exploring more of his underbelly, shifting it slightly to hear the labored gurgles from within. She glided a hand down near the spot where his belly met with his waistband, and felt something she wasn't expecting, the momentary contact eliciting a shuddering moan from her husband. She let out a tiny gasp and withdrew her hand, feeling herself go red as a cherry. The room was dead silent for a few moments as the two of them processed what just happened

“Damien.. a-are you-?”

“I-I’m so sorry, I'm sorry- I didn't know that was still there- I didn't mean-!”

“Nonono- I-it’s ok- really, honey- I just- I didn't expect you to be.. enjoying this, too..”

Damien was about to reply when her last words registered in his head

“Too..? You mean you.. you're into this..??” He asked, with a flustered and surprised expression on his face

Vanessa blushed deeply, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from curling up, a bashful smile adorning her face

“I, um, yeah.. hahah- I- I've kind of.. always been into.. this kind of stuff..”

“Whuh?? S-since when??! I-I never noticed-” he trailed off, his mind looking for any signs he might've missed throughout the years they had been together

Vanessa always had these little habits that he could never really understand, always eager to fill up his plate, always making or bringing sweet things for him to eat and cheer him up.. the way she watched him eat whenever he was particularly ravenous.. and how much she loved rubbing her cool hands over his tummy when they cuddled in both his human and wolf form.. even back when it was flat as a board…

So many of the small things he hadn't paid much mind to began to add up, piecing together the puzzle

“Oh.. ohhh.. Oh. My god, how did I not notice sooner, you little sneak.. you've been fattening me up!” He said, a flustered and indignant expression on his face

It was hard to take him seriously when he clearly didn't look as upset as he intended to, his blush and trembling lip giving him away completely

Vanessa held back laughter, flustered as she was caught “I knowww, I'm sorry, you just always seemed so excited for meals, and you always look so content when you're eating, I just wanted to spoil you, it makes me happy to see you enjoying yourself, hon.. You deserve it.. Besides, who's the one asking for thirds at dinner, hmm?” She lightly poked his belly, making Damien huff and blush deeper “You've always had a big appetite, I just.. fed into it a little more.. that's all..” she purred, a cheeky grin forming across her face

Damien was lost for words, unable to stop himself from grinning back at her, his face and ears radiating heat

“Okay, I might’ve enjoyed the extra pampering.. a little..” he said, unable to look her in the eye, feeling the hairs on his neck stand on end as her fangs flashed in a toothy grin in his peripheral. She knew just how to push his buttons, it’s hardly fair at all..

Vanessa grinned widely, squeezing his swollen underbelly, pressing her thumb into him and making his stomach gurgle loudly

“Come on, we both know it was more than a little~” she purred teasingly

Damien yelped and burped, his whole body lighting up with electricity “O-ok-! Yes! I did like it-! I liked it a lot!” He panted as she released him “I.. I just didn't know how I felt.. not until tonight..” he looked down at his stomach, his heart fluttering in his chest

“It feels.. so fucking good… I couldn't stop because- I didn't want to.. I just- wanted to have more.. g-get tighter.. Knowing I could finish all that.. just makes me wonder what it would feel like if I could fit more..” he continued, the words flooding out of his mouth before he could think

“I wanna be good for you- I wanna finish everything you give me.. even if I end up not being able to see my toes, I don't care, being with you makes all that worth it..”

Vanessa’s eyes sparkled, her heart beating wildly in her chest, staring into her husband’s violet eyes

“You.. You’re okay with that? You wanna keep.. ah.. growing..?” she asked timidly, in near disbelief

“I- think so, yeah.. it would be a nice change of pace, I'm still kind of figuring out how I feel about.. this..” he said, gesturing to his gut “But, I wanna see where this goes… a little relationship weight never hurt anybody.. Besides, it's fun seeing you all stirred up like this~” he whispered, smirking

Vanessa stared at him for a moment before practically lunging at him and kissing him, pawing at his distended belly, the two huffing noisily, Vanessa beginning to work her way down from his mouth, to his cheek, his neck, chest, and belly, peppering in a few bites here and there to hear him moan

She planted kisses all over the surface of his belly, nibbling on the white colored happy trail below his navel, feeling a rush as he whimpered needily, her sharp teeth teasing the taut surface

Damien’s hands gripped her shoulders tightly, the werewolf panting heavily and causing his massively bloated gut to expand further with each heaving breath

“I want you as big as this bed.. Just a big, chubby hubby, all for me..” she mused between kisses. All of those urges she kept hidden away over time bubbled to the surface as she whispered sweet nothings to Damien, toying with him the way she'd been wanting to for so long

Damien was in pure bliss, unable to respond other than small moans and delighted whimpers, squirming beneath her

“I think you've earned yourself breakfast in bed, big boy~ Hope you bring your appetite, ‘cause I plan on going all out~”

Damien blushed heavily, his mind growing pleasantly foggy from all the excitement “Hahh- huff.. Do your worst, I'm all yours~”

First oc fic w/ Eve!! 🎆🔧👾

Thank you all for 40 follows!! At first I made this with AI for help which is why it's in second person (I made the rest myself, it's really only the eloquent parts that AI wrote lmao) but I tried to express the character's emotion and personality through the inner monologue. Sorry this is long and that I'm not the best writer! Also I didn't detail the character all too well bc I didn't want to specify it was them at the time

Warnings: scat, farts, messing, constipation, NSFT

Also maaaaybe I'll explore her kink journey in further installations~

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You're naked, fresh out of the shower. Since being cursed, you smell like death no matter how much you scrub yourself. You may as well give up at this point.

Even worse, your lower stomach is big enough to make you look pregnant. You're bloated as hell. You started this job a few weeks ago, and you've been way too tired and busy to shit– not that you could in a timely manner if you tried. Your guts had always been like this, constantly backed up with a ton of solid shit that refused to come out for at least a few days at a time. This damn curse has only made everything worse for you.

You let out an irritated sigh and palm the hard mass in your belly. You feel so full of shit, it's all so hard inside of you. You feel some pressure build up, and you force out a hot fart. It's tiny and silent, but the steam in the bathroom amplifies the rotten smell. You wrinkle your nose at the stink. That was awful even for you.

You put on a cropped shirt, a jacket, boyshorts, and some loose, ripped sweats. You still look bloated in these. Hell, your belly stuck out past your boobs- not like your boobs were ever even big enough to warrant a bra most days. You left the bathroom with another tiny, putrid puff of gas.

…

You and the crew are on break, preparing for your next mission. While tinkering with a new weapon, the pain in your packed guts reemerges. You break a sweat with how much it's cramping. You press deeply into the side where it hurts most. When you least expect it, it gurgles. Your stuck, backed up guts _gurgled. Things were finally moving down there, thank fuck. You would use the restroom soon, just implement a couple more parts…_

Your stomach gurgled again, a high-pitched whine of pressurized gas that descended into a deep groan. You reflexively put your hand to your bloated mess of a belly, feeling the taut surface under your skin. You gave it a small slap, and shook it. You could feel the gas bubbles crowding towards your asshole, and you eagerly pushed.

You expected a silent hiss as usual, but this fart was like a small foghorn compared to your normal track record. You quickly muffled it with your jacket pulled off and shoved under you, letting the rest of the fart rumble out of you for what felt like a whole minute as you rubbed and pushed into your bloated belly. The tainted jacket is still warm with your gas, and in your solitude and curiosity, you bring it up to your face to smell it.

The stench is overpowering. It's the awful odor of rotten meat and mold, yet it's earthy and sweet. You huff it deeply, reaching down to graze your fingers over your clothed clit. _The fuck? How is this turning you on? You've hated being bloated with a shit-ton of gas and shit all the time, even if eventually releasing it all was… borderline orgasmic. …Fuck, did you have any more in you?_

You did, in fact, have another fart coming. Still huffing your own fumes off the jacket, you rubbed your belly eagerly. You felt gas traveling throughout your lower left colon and further down. You quickly pulled down your pants, then shoved the jacket between your flat asscheeks. You pushed, burning hot gas rushing out of you with a muffled noise like that of a brass instrument. This fart was even longer, ending with a series of wet bubbles. You bit back what would have been an audible moan.

You brought the jacket to your nose, and sniffed. It was so strong, you felt almost lightheaded. You were wet with pleasure down there, and you began rubbing yourself over your panties. You moaned aloud this time, soft enough to be sufficiently muffled by the jacket. _What the hell, why not?_ You muffle a few rancid burps in the jacket between whiffs, savoring the intoxicating mix of gas from both your ends.

Just as you fart on your jacket again, a solid mass pokes out from between your cheeks. Fuck. You think to rush to the bathroom, but then again… You remember the last times you ran to the bathroom only to get it stuck again. These boxers were as old as shit, and you had spare panties. You sat back while on your knees, leaning forward and pushing into your stomach. _May as well try._

Grunting softly, you begin to push out the first log. It feels so wide, maybe as thick as your (admittedly skinny) wrists. You brace yourself against the wall, legs splayed apart for balance, and push harder. The log emerges inch by inch, dry and hard from being in your guts for ages. It breaks apart in your boxers as it exits. You grunt again, face contorted in effort, and finally, with a soft plop, the log is free.

You're not done, you can definitely feel more coming. You manage to free a second log, even larger than the first, with a grunt and a groan. It lands with a wet thud in your boxers on top of the first one. You're sweating now, your body shaking with the effort. You lean forward, both hands pressing into your lower abdomen, feeling the next one ready to emerge. You groan, a low, guttural sound, and push again.

Your body strains with the effort, every muscle taut as you bear down. The third log is the largest yet, and it takes several tries before you feel it begin to slide out. You brace yourself, panting heavily, and with one final, powerful push, it crackles out into your boxers, stretching them out from how full they are. You manage a few more small logs of shit before slumping back, panting and drenched in sweat.

You moan quietly, cupping the back of your boxers with one hand. The mass is fucking heavy, and you feel so much lighter. Your hole is sore, and your pussy is throbbing from the ecstasy of relief.

Just when you think it's over, a sudden series of loud gurgles ripples through your colon, shaking your stomach and rushing towards your hole. You clutch your stomach and _push._

A thunderous fart rushes out of your ass, rumbling on for ages. The sound is barely muffled by your mess, as it's heavy enough to have weighed your panties down away from your butt. Your stomach doesn't stop gurgling, all your gas finally unstuck and feeling almost infinitely generated inside of you.

Long, wet, bubbling farts blast out of you one after another. They go on, getting wetter and wetter, burning with heat as they come out.

_ssplrt_

_Shit- Gods, fuck, your stomach is cramping. This mess is gonna get ten fucking times worse..._ A sickeningly wet shart then blasts out of you, splattering your mess with the cherry on top that is a torrent of liquid diarrhea. You can feel your stomach deflate as the last of your shit demons are exorcized.

You slump over against the wall. _The fuck else can you do? Holy shit... literally._ You take a deep breath in. The air is polluted with the rotten smell of your shit- shit that's been fermenting in your guts for fucking weeks. Your loose hole is still spilling with a few airy farts as you catch your breath.

_Great. How the hell are you gonna clean this up?_