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Olivia was sat in the pool, surrounded by her friends and acquaintances from uni in the late hours of her 21st birthday party. It'd been an incredible night so far; people were drinking, dancing, the food was amazing, and Olivia was enjoying herself in more ways than one. She wasn't exactly sitting in the pool itself, more like straddling another person in the pool. The other girl would feed Olivia and then kiss her after every bite.

"Open wide Livie." Bea, Olivia's girlfriend, popped a strawberry into Olivia's mouth before biting the other half so their lips could meet.

Olivia felt amazing in the moment. This would be a birthday she'd remember forever.

bBBbblLlllL

The two girls froze mid-makeout. The worst part was the Bea's hand had slid down to Olivia's ass right at that moment, so she felt every air bubble that had escaped Liv's rear end. Olivia felt her face grow hot. She was mentally preparing an plausible lie that would explain why she didnt just fart on her girlfriend, but Bea's giggling was the first to break the silence.

"Damn Livie, I didnt know you were so comfortable with me." Bea continued to laugh as she tucked a wet strand of curly hard behind Olivia's ear. Olivia's face twisted into an expression that could only be described as a bashful cringe before covering her face with her hands and burying herself into her girlfriend's chest, causing Bea to go from giggling to full on laughter.

Olivia insisted they get out of the pool, and Bea agreed after a few more minutes of teasing.

"This way it'll be harder to tell if you fa-" Olivia punched Bea in the arm.

They joined their group of friends next to the music and spent the better part of the hour dancing and playing drinking games. It was getting close to midnight, which was when they were planning to bring out the cake. This was when everyone was going to sing happy birthday and Olivia would be the center of attention. She'd been excited for it since the day she planned it six months ago. She loved the spotlight, it's why she planned these big elaborate birthday parties! But right now, something was terribly wrong, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole.

Olivia had hoped that that embarrassing moment in the pool would be the worst of it. She had to admit that she was a little nervous about the party, and she'd been stress eating for the past few days. She'd eat until she finally realized that her stomach was stuffed to the brim, then she'd regret everything later on when she had to squeeze a fat load into the toilet. Today had been the worst of it; she'd practically cleaned out the fridge, and would've eaten the catering too if her friends hadn't stopped her. But they'd been so busy with everything that she when she realized she hadnt gone yet the party had already started. No big deal though right? She lived here, she knew where the bathroom was. But every attempt to relieve herself had been halted. The line had been too long on the first floor, and several people had been sick in the second floor bathroom. Olivia figured that she could hold it, but that had been 4 hours ago. Her stomach feel like a painful boulder she had to carry around. It's why she'd led Bea to the pool in the first place, the water felt soothing to her tummy, she just didn't realize how much.

Now something had been breached. She tried to act normal, but her stomach felt like a war zone. The weight of so many helpings of meat and cheese and any snack she had been able to find was now punching and kicking at her insides. She felt pregnant and ready to pop, but there was no where to give birth to this thing unless she did it in a bush. And she would NOT be humiliated at her own birthday party!

Olivia was starting to feel sick, enough so that she feared her friends would notice. So she went back to her original plan of simply trying to soothe her tummy. Once the party was over and everyone was gone, she could beeline right for the nearest bathroom or sink or bucket and let loose. She just had to wait a couple more hours.

She told everyone that she was gonna go chill in the hot tub for a bit, emphasizing how she wanted to enjoy some alone time before her big moment. She was glad no one pushed to go with her and made her way over.

The hot tub was completely vacant. This was post covid, no one wanted to share a pool of hot bubbling water in close proximity to a bunch of strangers. Olivia eased herself in and immediately felt her stomach settle. She let out a long sigh and allowed herself to openly rub her aching stomach. She didnt realized how bloated she was until she felt the taut bulge protruding out her midsection. It was clear this load was gonna be big, but for now it would have to wait until later.

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Olivia sat stiff as she watched and extra set of bubbles rise to the surface. For a moment her face went red, but then she remembered that she was alone. Everyone was far enough away that even if the music wasnt on no one would really notice what she was doing unless they looked closely at her. She relaxed again, sinking further under the water, and relaxed her body enough to let out another fart, this one deeper and more intense than the last. Her eyelids lowered, a relieved expression forming on her face. She felt her stomach gurgle with satisfaction as more gas bubbles burst from her swimsuit. She felt herself give a little push to ease more of it out, feeling more relieved than she had all night.

BRBBLRRT

Olivia gasp as if she'd been drowning and now was desperate for air. Something hard and wide was pressing out of her and against the back of her swimsuit, and it was eager to fully emerge. Olivia tried not to panic, but internally she wanted to scream and cry. This could not be happening, and she hated how badly her body needed it too. Her body wanted so badly to push keep pushing, tried to convince her to let it come out. But she reminded herself that she was in a HOT TUB! She was at her birthday party and she was not about to shit anywhere but on a toilet!

She fought back and started to suck it back in, her asshole gaping around the protrusion sticking out of it. She strained as hard as she could without alerting anyone, draping her arms over the side like she was relaxing when really she was gripping the edge of the tub for support. It hurt to try and pull the turd back in, but she bore down hard. But there was no room in her stomach for it, her body showed her how fruitless her effort was.

As soon as she stopped straining, the log took the chance to slide out. Not a little, not halfway, but fully and completely into her swimsuit. It happened so quickly, but she felt every bulge it made as it happening, feeling it curl up against her butt. She let out an involuntary groan when it fully came out, small bubbles rising up from her bottom when a muffled fart was pushed out against the huge load. The bulge in her swimsuit was so wide, even in the rippling water she could see it poking out between her legs. She felt grateful it was all solid, but it didnt change the fact that she had still shit herself. She could feel a sob rising up from her throat, but she barely had time for a single tear when a friend appeared by her side. She nearly jumped out of her skin and just barely avoided squishy the poopy bulge in her butt in the process.

"Oh sorry Liv! Wasnt trying to scare you. But it's almost time for cake! Come on, we gotta sing happy birthday to the birthday girl." They playfully pinched her cheek before walking off, thankfully unaware of Olivia's predicament.

Now she was panicking. She had to do something, there was now way she was going to stand in front of everyone with a bathing suit full of shit. But she couldnt go up there naked! And the worst part about the whole thing was that she still needed to go. The log sitting in her bikini bottom was the first of many, she could feel her stomach churning with another big poop. Possibly some less solid ones too.

As if to pour salt on the wound, Olivia felt her bladder let go. If the pool wasnt already hot, she would feel a warmth spreading around her waist. The only reason she knew she was peeing was because the momentary increase of warmth on her thighs paired with the feeling of emptying her bladder. She sat there in the water for a moment, frozen like a peeing deer with poop in its pants. She didnt have much time, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment and reached down to open her bottoms. Apparently her mess wasnt as solid as she'd originally thought, and she had to wiggle her hips to get her poop to budge. She hopped out as it rose to water level and quickly wiped herself with a towel before rushing off towards the waiting crowd.

Olivia was greeted by cheers and birthday wishes as she approached, and she tried to ignore the cramping pressure in her bottom as she smiled and thanked everyone. She stood before the crowd of her girlfriend,  best friends and peers as they begun to sing.

"Happy Birthday to you~"

Olivia could barely hear any of them over a different sort of chorus going on in her stomach. She tried not to grit her teeth as her insides turned to knots.

"Happy Birthday to you~"

Olivia was glad she was face towards the crowd and that their singing was loud, because she suddenly felt a fart slip out and leave something wet and muddy in her bottoms. It started and wouldnt stop no matter how much she clenched, and she tried not shake as gas rippled out of her.

"Happy Birthday dear Olivia!~"

She had to hold it! She had to! But she could feel her bottom loosening up.

"Happy Birthday to-!"

BLOOOP BLLORRTTTCH

The sound of mud and muck filling her bottoms cut through the song. A tidal wave of chunky liquid poop exploded out of her ass at it's weakest moment.

BBLLRRTCHBBLLRTT

There was so much poop, she felt it burst out and spill onto the ground, even running up her back. Her body was so overcome with the desperate need to unload that for an unfortunate moment she forgot she wasnt on a toilet. She could feel something more solid coming from her stomach and so, in front of everyone, she began to push.

"UHH UUUGGHHHNN!"

She grunted like a cave man and wrapped her arms around her stomach as large soft logs of waste began to squeeze out of her like toothpaste. It oozed out and landed with a solid wet thud onto the ground.

The crowd watched on, some stunned, some horrified, some disgusted and gagging. But one thing they all had in common was that they'd remember this forever. Especially Olivia.

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?_

my first sugar free experience

(warning for nsft farts and scat, this is a kink blog after all I'd say I'm sorry this was so long but I'd be lying if I acted like I didn't know a lot of us like that here 😌)

ok ok here goes my first post!!

as a knowledgeable hoe I know what sugar free candies (namely maltitol, sorbitol, and inulin) do to your digestive system so one day I went out to buy a bunch and whoooof dear lord let me tell you

I bought some sugar free chocolate gems from a drugstore and just started eating em by the handful. Even the thought of eating them felt just so... deliciously sinful. Being a slvtty kinky little dumdum idiot, I was concerned with having too little rather than having too much and took far far more than over one or two servings. If you've been on the internet long enough, you know what comes next. To make matters worse (or better, in my case) I'd had a large coffee with whole milk and heavy cream beforehand.

Within a few hours, I was still out shopping, and my system started bubbling. The thought of it working was positively arousing to me- of course I had to enjoy it. I tried on some clothes I wanted to buy in the privacy of the fitting rooms, all the while admiring the way my steadily bloating gut was straining against my jeans, the way bubbles of gas ran along my colon under my palms.... dear goodness 🥵 My belly was so full of gas already that even pressing on the huge, round mass of my soft belly made farting near irresistible.

I let out a fart or two while I was in there. They were nothing special, if a little long or loud. I could have swore I heard quiet snickering outside the stall... which did arouse me a little more.

It was at this point that I decided to hold all of my gas in until I got home. Not out of shame of course (well, maybe a little), but because I wanted to save them for when I could enjoy them alone. My stomach was loudly gurgling in quiet stores, I swear I could see a few people looking at me as I shopped for everything I needed. Good gosh the feeling of relentless gas bubbling throughout my entire colon, the bubbles building up behind my exit, and the pressure of holding it rebounding the gas back into my already bloated belly.... I was so turned on by that itself I wasn't even anxious driving back home.

Immediately upon getting back home, I started to let it out- then stopped. I could tell this was gonna be a good one. I quickly took out my phone to record it, then let go what was 100% the loudest fart I had ever made. It was loud and continuous like a damn foghorn. The recording (I might post it later if I'm feeling brave) does NOT do it justice. I shit you not, my NEIGHBOR said "wow" and laughed out loud immediately afterwards (I cut that bit out) fuck I was so embarrassed and turned on my my own humiliation uuhghggghhh 😳🫠🥵

I laid down and relaxed after cleaning up (still held it all in!) and continued letting out some of the most impressive farts of my whole life. Between bursts of gas, my stomach made the most heavenly yet absolutely hellish noises. In recordings (which I unfortunately deleted), it sounded like pressurized sewage rushing through half-clogged pipes, like thick gelatin being run through a garbage disposal. Occasionally there would be a high pitched whine or a loud gurgle of gas and shit plunging through my guts.

I thought I felt a big fart building up as I was about to climax, then pushed it out while I pleased myself faster and faster. What came out of me was a spluttering rush of gas topped off with a loud wet splatter into the back of my underwear. Mid climax, I cut off the flow, grabbed a new pair of underwear, and ran off to my bathroom.

I slammed myself on the toilet and shot out a torrent of pure thick slop interrupted with frequent loud splattering farts. The sound was so loud I was blushing red hot from humiliation despite being alone. I pushed and massaged my poor belly as I felt it deflate from how much was coming out. I looked down and yep, my underwear were completely destroyed. The back was stained a wide light brown splatter of improperly-digested poop. Hot sight, wish I had taken a picture. After wiping up and washing my hands, I dumped my ruined underwear in the trash in a double layered bag. I knew if I took it outside immediately I probably wouldn't make my next trip in the toilet.

Christ, my hole was so sore I couldn't touch it to get it clean without using my bidet. I was shitting nonstop for a good few hours afterwards, and it finally ended around midnight. I figured my colon was rid of any food or liquid and it was now just whining and howling with what seemed to be infinitely generated gas.

I only have one recording left from that VERY gas-filled wind-down period and fuck did it feel amazing. (Send an ask and I just might post it!) and yes, I did please myself a bunch to all the recordings that I deleted most of for storage afterwards.

I'm no good at conclusions but 10/10 would do again with more precautions and less servings. One of my favorite experiences ever and I honestly don't regret it all too much.

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

cue last night…

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

< 3, love 🎆 anon!

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

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? 👀😵‍💫

ppbbbllllllt

I may or may not finish this ngl

for what i did color is pretty ok, but YV was a p a in in the ass