I’m thinking of a scenario where a very kinky couple live together. Partner A has asked for B’s complete surrender the next few days. Whatever they say, B has to do it. B enthusiastically agrees. B is a little confused when the next few days after, not much is asked of them. A drops hints that they’re planning something, teasing here and there. B is expecting some kind of typical kinky scenario, which leaves them feeling wound up. They’re excited to see what A has planned for them.
B thinks nothing of it when they’re fed progressively heavier meals, gratefully taking plates of cheesy concoctions that sit dense and heavy in their belly. A few complaints are thrown A’s way over the next few days. Their stomach feels tight, they’re gassier than normal, just feeling lousy. A provides belly rubs and sympathy. The next day is when they do it, the couples schedule is packed with back to back errands. The perfect time.
A slips a laxative into their partners morning coffee. A gentle one that doesn’t liquify the bowels, but will surely get things moving. It isn’t long till A hears B’s belly give a deep growl, their hands cover their middle and they give A a pitiful look from the passenger seat. But they don’t want to go home! They have stuff they need to do. B is still blissfully unaware, attributing the unexpected tummy troubles to bad luck.
The couple steadily makes their way through the days checklist, and B is utterly miserable. When B is out of sight they bend themselves over slightly, head down as they gasp and try to settle their tummy with frantic rubs. They’re so desperate they even give a little push, and feel their asshole wink around nothing. It’s no use, Bs tummy is too full of junk.Constipation is stretching their insides to the extreme, and it’s a very large mess for their sphincter to squeeze out. At this point A finds a nice and secluded area of the store they’re in, and beckon B over. They wobble towards A, their face looking pinched and pale, and A swiftly turns them around. They yelp as their pants are yanked down. Cold air grazes their cheeks, they feel their partners gaze burn into their ass. B can’t stop their hole twitching as A looks, who watches in fascination as their partners asshole makes kissing motions at them. A swiftly brings out a metal plug, It’s lubed with expert speed and brutally shoved into their partners ass. They gasp as they feel their load get pushed up to accommodate the toy, trying to wiggle their ass away from A. Heat burns their cheeks as they realize what their situation is. A wants to do some kinky public stuff, but B is too painfully full of shit to do this right now. B asks for the plug to be taken out while shamefully admitting their situation.
A watches with a cool expression, calmly announcing that they will be wearing that until they get home. B feels their stomach twist as they realize this is what A wants. They won’t safe word, they want to please A, but this was not a situation they expected in the slightest. B spends the rest of the trip quivering around the plug, fighting the urge to push. Their muscles grip the metal with every cramp, and they know it’d feel so so good to push. But they want to make it home. They’re not sure what A wants out of this interaction, but if they can avoid shitting themselves publicly they’re sure as hell gonna do that.
Another seize of their guts causes B to stop. It’s so harsh that they need to wobble over to a nearby shelf and brace themselves on it. A stands behind them as they grunt a little, the plug slightly pulling open their rim. The metal bobs back and forth, sucking in and out as B desperately fights their bodies signal to shit. A few more close calls later and they’ve made it back to their car, B drops themselves into the seat with a gasp. They palm at their tummy while A gets themselves situated. Now that they’re alone, B can be as noisy as they need. They immediately ask if they can take the plug out.
“What plug?” A questions with a cock of their head. B responds with a grunt, and they feel their hole yawn around the plug again. They spend the next several minute of the drive with their ass painfully open around the toy. B whimpers at the feeling, it’s like they’re shitting, but all their waste is still packed inside of them. They can’t believe that this is what A chose to do. They feel a few tears well in their eyes as another cramp looms. This time their poor ass is too tired, and with a pained cry from B, the plug pops from their ass. It lands heavily in their boxers, and their hole strings from the force it was ejected with. A heavy log wasted no time taking up the extra space the plug left. B gasped, feeling its thick tip sitting right at their hole. In a fit of desperation, B grabs the plug through their pants and attempts to thrust it back in.
Their face burns, they swear they can hear A snickering in the drivers seat. The metal plug jams against their dry asshole, squishing the turtlehead that was peaking out against it. Bs hands shake as they hold their hands against the plug, it hurts so bad to do this, but they don’t want to shit themselves! B cries out as they notice their poop is still moving, the poop simply pushing itself passed the plug. It was making a huge mess against be toy and Bs hands, and they sob as they spend the next 15 minutes slowly soiling themselves. They’re so caught up in the misery that they don’t even notice that they’ve made it home, and suddenly A is crouching next to them against the open passenger car door.
“Are you feeling sick honey? You’ve been looking awfully rough this whole ride”
Their voice drips with genuine sympathy, causing another wave of tears from B. A good at the and puts their arms around their shoulders, attempting to stand them up.
“No wait B, please don’t I’m gonna-“
B gasps as the log they’d been fighting with shoots out, leaving the same sting that the plug did. B is left exposed in the parking lot as they load their boxers with coils and coils of hot shit. They feel each log plop into their pants, weighing it down. The plug is buried at this point, dirty because B couldn’t keep their ass shut. B is crouched on the ground now and holding onto A’s legs for support. Their hole pulses with weak toots against their giant mess, and they can tell there is still much more to come. They hope A at least lets them use the toilet for the rest.
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