Sickfic And Whump

Just dropping by to post this scene I saw recently because Jesus CHRIST

He calls out as soon as the 10 minute mark hits. Both of their bellies are having an absolute blowout right now and he's been holding his diarrhea as he clutches his belly with both arms and moan in pain on the couch. "Please come out," he says pathetically as another liquid gurgle reverbrates through is poor bloated stomach, cramping his waist to make him let out some gas. He reaches a hand towards his rear and presses it against his butt, afraid of having an accident. "I can't hold it anymore, I need to shit so bad."

"I can't make it stop!" His roommate yells behind the closed bathroom door. It was half an excuse and half a plea. "It just keeps coming out..."

He groans as another urge to pass gass comes. The other hand stuck pressing against his butt grows warmer, and he feels like he's going to explode from the pressure. His entire belly feels like it's filled with liquid. "Please," he begs, doubling over, even when he knows it's useless, "I can't hold it - I'm so full, hurts so bad, I'm going to shit right here if you don't...!"

"I'm trying!"

He feels like sobbing. He doesn't want to have diarrhea anywhere else, he physically couldn't; they've tried trash bags and diapers to no avail. He needed to sit over the toilet and let the sickness all out, but there's nothing he could do now, so he just curls up, knee against his chest, and cradles his poor gurgling and belching belly, hoping he can hold it all in for another minute.

He's grunting with exertion and drenched in cold sweat when his roommate emerges from the bathroom, equally spent and exhausted. He watched him flop on the couch and mutter weakly "it's all yours." he eyes the toilet across the room in relief before his belly gives another sharp cramp and thick rumble of trapped gas and he realizes: he is never going to make it there without shitting himself.

"What's wrong?" His roomate asks. "Just go. You said you were gonna shit yourself."

"I will," he moans helplessly, curling his body up even closer. "Can't hold it - gonna shit myself if I move..."

"You can make it," his roommate encourages, "better all out than nothing."

He's held everything in for so long, and the burning in his belly along with the angrier sloshing means his own body won't stand it any longer. But as soon as he uncurls from the floor, a sharp cramp hits along with a sudden loud gurgle - his belly squeezes involuntarily, entire body pushing and grunting before he realizes - "hrkk - nghh, shit! Shit!"

A loud burst of gas, followed by hot liquid running down his intestines. His belly feels like it's on fire as he presses his hand firmly against his rear and makes a dash toward the bathroom - feels the chunks of diarrhea stain his hand and spurt through his fingers, and it burns, can't hold it, can't...!

Yes, I know I'm wearing a pullup, but...

Okay, if you say so.

*Sound of pee hissing into my pullup.*

(A few minutes later) Um, see, the thing is... I still need to go.

No, I know I just went, it's just, um... I gotta go number two...

Seriously? Please, can I just go to the bathroom? Oh, okay, I'll try to hold it...

(several more minutes later) Um hey, remember how I said I had to go? Well... I don't think I can hold it... Yeah, it's really bad...

No, seriously, this is an emergency! I'm about to... to... have an... aaa...

*My face goes red, sporting an expression of embarrassment mixed with relief*

Huh? Oh, um, n-no, I'm not quite... Yeah, I'll just... finish up here.

worst of all, he hates having to do laundry because of it. so, so many pairs of boxers in the laundry basket. even worse than that, he lives with other people. he has to run the risk of someone noticing how much laundry he's going through, or, god forbid, they actually see him shit himself. and because it's so random, he runs that risk all the time.

through one way or another, he ends up wearing a pull-up. white, medical, plain. maybe trying to get over a UTI while still working his 8-6 job. he ends up needing a shit fairly early on, which means by the time he gets home, he's desperate for the bathroom. he parks the truck and just sits for a moment before getting out. the moment he's out of the seat, he almost loses it. he considers just giving in, but it's at least worth the effort of trying to make it to the bathroom.

he makes it to the bathroom door and moves to shove it open, relieved at the prospect of...relief. but when he opens it, he finds someone else already on the toilet. they yell at him to shut the door, and he does, backing up and glancing around. seeing as nobody can see him, he starts wiggling like a worm, grabbing at his rear as if that's going to keep him from having an accident.

he can't hold it long at all. he crouches down right there in the hallway, bracing himself against the wall, finally, just pushing it all out and getting it over with. he didn't think he could even fathom shitting this much, but it's enough that he has to tug his pants down to give himself more room to fill his pull-up.

once he's pretty sure he's done, he reaches a hand around to pat his bottom and see how much he really did...

it's a lot. more than he thinks he's ever gone in his life. and on top of all of it, he gets the urge to pee, so he does, letting out a painful jet of piss that soaks into the padding immediately.

"...[character]? what are you... are you having an accident?" he turns, his face growing hot with embarrassment as he sees his [family member/friend] at the end of the hallway.

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A: "Is it your [condition/injury]?"

his swollen gut. An angry gurgle emerges and his belly shifts, the parasite writhing inside him. He gags and retches up a mouthful of brown bile, studded with translucent egg casings. “Oh my, it’s worse than I thought—the parasite is reproducing! We must have it out as soon as possible!” Your patient gives a sickly belch, and up comes more eggs (these ones dead; the maggots inside lifeless and decaying.) His guts roil as the living ones revolt, suddenly beginning to swarm out of his mouth in a chittering torrent.

The basin rings with meaty plops as masses of larvae tumble into it, interspersed with gags, groans, and painful burps. At one point a ball of them clogs up his throat and he panics, scrabbling to breathe. You push more viciously on his heaving stomach, and the clot pops free with a retch. Last of all comes the biggest one, the long eel-like mother of the entire colony. It doesn’t want to come up; he gags and gags uselessly, it’s tail slapping his tongue.

You grab its tail and start slowly pulling, dragging the slimy creature up out of his guts. His stomach ripples and heaves as you pull, tears coming to his eyes as every inch of it emerges. More vomit comes with it, of course, though by now it’s become bloody. Its final length, from tapered tail to pinchered head, is over six feet long. It curls up inside the basin like a piece of white pasta. He’s finally empty, the basin full to the brim with larvae, creature and sick. 

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I had a really big breakfast this morning and I think I added a bit too much creamer to my coffee because the whole morning I was feeling absolute bloated. And worse we had a meeting. The entire time was in my chair, trying to look professional but inside I could just feel the heavy weight in my guts, churning. I one hundred percent knew I was going to need to take a shit as soon as possible. And it was going to be messy.

I tried to act calmly as I could once the meeting, which felt like it took forever, finally ended. I grabbed my stuff, set it down at my desk and headed to the toilet. Unfortunately for me it seemed like a lot of the other men had had the same idea. When I first walked in all the stalls were taken. I frowned as I turned around walked back out feeling my gut gurgle in protest. I really needed a bathroom now. I head back to my desk, and proceeded to stake out the bathroom waiting for an opening as I desperately tried to keep my aching bowels in check.

it seemed however like the toilet gods were messing with me. As soon as a man would leave the toilets, another would be right there to take his place, leaving home high and dry. I moaned, but tried to keep it softly to myself. I really needed to fart, but with my stomach aching, I wasn’t sure I could trust it. I didn’t realize too how torturous it would be to take note of the other men getting to release. I noticed one of my co-workers head into the bathroom and stay in there for a good twenty minutes before re-emerging having no doubt taken a great day shit.

I had waited about thirty minutes when finally there was an opening for me, and I speed walked into the bathroom. Inside only one stall was unoccupied, and hurried into it, ready to unleashed. But I stopped myself much to my gurgling stomach and quaking bowels’ anger. There was no toilet paper! It seemed it had been all used up. Fuck! I held my gut and stepped out of the stall. I noticed Jayson, my preppy co-worker in the next stall, his gray pinstriped pants and bright blue briefs around his ankles. He was pushing out a monsterous shit that splattered against the toilet bowl as he grunted. There was no way he was getting up anytime soon.

Ughhh. I had been holding my shit in for so long and I knew that I needed to empty my bowls soon. I had another meeting scheduled and if I didn’t find a toilet to take a shit in, I wasn’t sure I would be able to make it through the meeting without crapping myself. I hurried upstairs to see if that bathroom was free, walking as fast as I could while clenching the hell out of my cheeks. Only to get to the bathroom and find that’s stalls were out of order. I could hear my stomach gurgling and my asshole was pulsing, ready to push my massive load out. I needs to find another bathroom NOW!

I ran out of the men’s and rounded the corner and spotted the Executive’s Bathroom, a private bathroom that is for single use for the higher ups. I hesitated but a bubbling sound and cramp that made me hug my midsection decide for me as I all but ran inside and close tube door, locking it and fumbled with my belt, yanking down my pants and my blue and white briefs to my knees as I mounted that porcelain seat. Instantly I let go and my bowels erupted.

Long soft mushy logs of shit blasted out of me, not quite diarrhea, but definitely a shitload. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I farted into the bowl, the logs crackling as they broke atop one another and filling the bowl. I probably sat there continuously shitting for about five minutes, my bowels and stomach emptying. When I was done I wiped and went to flush the toilet.

Only it didn’t flush. I started to panic, jiggling the handle desperately, trying to get it to do anything, but nothing worked. My massive bubbling soup of sewage had filled the toilet and the toilet wouldn’t flush. I had no cool what to do, and I didn’t want to get in trouble for using the Executive’s Bathroon so I just washed my hands and… uh… left.

The coast was clear in the hall so I just went back about my day, pretending like nothing had happened.

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In cars, on planes, out and about in public, you name it.

Their stomach is a bubbly roiling mess but they can’t or won’t get to a bathroom, leaving them no option to hold it until they get home. Maybe they make it, maybe they don’t, who knows.

So today I bring you: two characters one bathroom.

It’s all out war, both in their tummies and for the toilet. Maybe they both caught a bug, maybe they went out to eat and both ate something off. Maybe their meals just aren’t sitting right. Regardless, they both need the bathroom and they need it now.

They could try taking turns but then the poor soul waiting has to desperately try to hold everything back while their upset stomach groans in agony. Perhaps they could use a less conventional method of relief, assuming they aren’t too haughty or pretentious to allow that.

Perhaps it’s a race to the bathroom and whoever gets there first is allowed to hog it.

I just love the situation of thinking you're pushing out a fart but you accidentally poop yourself.

The realisation of "uhohhh I had an accident" is so cute, especially having to explain to someone. So embarrassing but so cute

"What's that honey? You thought you were going to fart, but you poopied yourself? Aww darling, it's okay, accidents happen..even good little princesses like you can have big messes in their panties."

Then, having to be embarrassingly cleaned up, changed, and even put in a diapie if "you can't be trusted with having clean panties"

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!”

Cool true story just experience. When out on a date with this guy, let’s call him Kason. Kason is a sweet guy. He is but of a twink, in the shorter side with blue eyes and messy golden hair and smattering of freckles. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a Star Wars shirt. The date itself was fine, we hung out, chatted, and grabbed some milkshakes. I get a simple vanilla one while Kason got a half-vanilla half chocolate peanut better swirl thing.

Kason is real sweet and gentlemanly and drives me back to my place, but we end up sitting in his car for a while, talking away and stuck, till I got the hint that I was going to need to make the first move. I finally I grabbed him by the jacket gave him a teasing kiss and instantly his ears are going red and his hands are pulling at my sweater. Next thing you know he is climbing out of the driver seat and into my lap. We lose the seat all the way back as he straddled me, his hands teasing up along my stomach as we kiss, we get real into it, and I lift his shirt and run my hands along the waistband of his underwear. He is wear some red briefs or boxer-briefs (I couldn’t quite tail) but they were definitely Flash theme (like the superhero guy).

they were nerdy, but cute and I’m a sucker for guys in underwear. So I start lowering his pants. Then suddenly Kason stiffens and pulls away from our make session. He sort of freezes, pushing me down in the seat and gets this nervous look in his face.

“Hey, um, wait,” he says. “Um, could we go inside.”

I was about to say yes, but then he blurts out as if to clarify, “I just need your bathroom real quick.”

“oh, yeah, sure,” I say. Though I admit I was turned on by the turn of convo, but my manners sent me on autopilot as Kason hurriedly pulled his pants back up and we detangled ourselves and got out of the car. Kason was up the steps before me to the dirt and fidgeted slightly as he waited for me to get out my key. Kason picked at his nails. His knees pushed together as he both clearly needed the restroom and didn’t want to be too obvious.

We get inside and immediately he’s like, “where the bathroom?” As he fidgets, his knees together, a hand on his stomach as he tries to keep his cool.

“Right over there,” I say, and gesture to the bathroom that’s just off the living room as I switch on the lights.

“cool,” he says and rushes, I mean this man practically sprints to the bathroom in this awkwards ass clenched run. He throws open the door and closes it behind him.

While I stand outside the bathroom, I can hear through the door, and am caught off guard by the sound of Kason moaning,

“Come on, come on, come on,” as presumably he fiddles with his jeans, desperately pulling them and his dorky underwear down. A second later there is the slam of the toilet seat being lifted up, followed by the sound of Kason flinging himself ass first down onto the toilet seat. At which point all hell break loose.

By which I mean I can hear Kason absolutely begin shitting his brains out!

PBBBLTTT!

BLLORT!

SBBBPPPBLRRT!

BBBBBRRRRTTT! 

“Oh my god!” I hear Kason moan, though the straining, breathy sound is nearly drowned out by the eruption that is pouring out of his ass. It sounds like the brattiest, hottest load of diarrhea in his life. I can’t help but smirk, biting my lip as I imagine him on the other side of the dooor, hunched over with his pants and underwear around his ankles, his face red flushed with embarrassment as his eyes roll back while he rides out the most humiliating, toe curling case of diarrhea a guy could imagine. It sounds thick and sloppy, a muddy explosion that signals that Kason has lost complete control over his bowels. 

SSPPPBBLERTT! 

PPPBBBLERRTPPSSBBRRT! 

CLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKLLKKL-PLOP-PLOP

SKLLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALKKLKL-PLOP-PLOP

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATPTPPT

PBTBTBTBBTBTTBBTTBBTB

“Hnngh!”

Clearly he has been holding in a monster.  It’s a miracle that he made to the toilet at all I realize. I hadn’t known just how close he apparently was to shitting his pants. 

After about 15 or 20 minutes of absolutely destroying my poor toilet, Kason flushed and emerged from the bathroom holding his stomach. 

“You okay man?” 

“Yeah,” he said, though he was clearly embarrassed and blushing and wouldn’t look my way. “That milkshake really messed up my stomach. I’m uh… lactose intolerant.” 

“Why did you suggest milkshakes then?” 

“I still like milkshakes. Oh,” he groaned as he held his gut. “I should really go though, I’ll give you a call later.”