Kev!

“So I have an idea,” she told A, sitting them down on the couch. “You know how you have trouble going potty without being reminded?”

A nodded and blushed.

B pulled out the diapers. “I was thinking you could wear these. Then, whenever you are, when you need to go, you can just go! What do you think?”

A squirmed where they say. “I mean...it sounds a little...embarrassing,” they admitted.

“But it’s less embarrassing than pooping or peeing your pants, right?” B said.

A thought for a minute. “I...I guess you’re right. This is...a good idea.” They sounded unsure, but willing to give it a try. Then they asked, “who would change me? Change my diapers, I mean?”

“I would, silly,” B said. “You’ll wear one all day and night and you can tell me when you’ve used the diaper, and then I’ll get you a fresh one.”

A was warming up to the idea. They let B help them into the diaper, and then the two were off to bed.

A always fell asleep before B. They liked to be the little spoon, curled up against B. It wasn’t long before A was snoring softly. B closed her eyes and listened to the sound of her sweet partner.

After an hour or so of drifting in and out of sleep, B felt A’s tummy tighten. She opened her eyes and looked at the back of A’s head.

“A?” She said softly. No reply. They were still sound asleep.

A thrusted their bottom back against B and whined quietly. B quickly realized what was going on. A was about to have their first poop in the diaper. B put her arms around A’s torso and began softly rubbing their tummy, feeling it tense once more.

“Let it come out,” she whispered to A, holding them close to her. “Push it out whenever you’re ready.”

B heard the gentle noise of liquid trickling into the diaper as A released their bladder. Then A quivered, and a short throaty grunt left their lips. B heard the diaper crinkling and she smiled. “Good job, sweetie,” she whispered as the sound of urine dissipated, and something solid forced its way out.

A wasn’t done. They launched into another unconscious push, pulling their legs up to their chest, their stomach flexing against B’s arms. The diaper crinkled and popped as it flexed outward against B’s thighs. A let out another shaky grunt and breathed heavily.

B pressed her fingers to A’s tummy and could still feel more poop waiting to be pushed out. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered. Suddenly A jerked awake.

“Wha- what?” They sat up, looking around sleepily. Then B saw their expression change. Their face contorted involuntarily, and their eyes glazed over. A noise of confusion and urgency came from their lips as another log crowed from their bum. “Oh my god, I-“ they tried to speak, spreading their legs instinctively and leaning back on the pillows. “I’m pooping, hhhnnnnnnnnmmngg, I’m pooping,” they grunted, then released their push, panting hard. “Why didn’t you wake me up??”

B brushed some hair from A’s sleepy face. “Honey, this is what the diapers are for. So you can poop whenever you need to without having to worry about messing the bed.”

A’s face twisted again as they stared at B, unable to speak through another massive effort of their bowels trying to empty themselves. “I don’t - Hnnnnnnnnnmng,” they groaned so gutturally it was almost a growl. Then they panted. “I...This is so...babyish,”

They blushed, closing their legs back up and looking away from B. “I feel icky.”

“Aw, baby,” B said. “Don’t. I think this will be really good for you. Aren’t you glad you didn’t have an accident in the hallway like last time? Wasn’t this much more relaxing?”

A looked at her. “Yeah, I guess.” They smiled.

“Good,” B leaned over to kiss their cheek. “Now, are you all finished?”

“I think so,” they said.

“Do you want me to change you before we go back to sleep?”

“Yes please.”

They both got up to head to the bathroom. Just before they got there, A trailing behind B holding her hand, A urgently dropped into a squat and grunted again.

“Oh no! I guess you weren’t done,” B turned around and sat down next to A, who’s face was grimacing and red. The diaper was taut and bulging now. “Hmm. I don’t know if you have much more room,” B said, patting the back of the warm diaper.

A finally stopped pushing and breathed heavily. “I...have...more,” they said.

B had another idea. “Let’s just lay you down, open up the diaper, and have you finish pooping like that, okay?”

A let B take them into the bathroom, lay them down, and begin unfastening the diaper. “Please hurry,” A said. “My tummy is trying to push and I - nnnng - I wanna get the rest out.”

B pulled the diaper open. It was filled with dozens of dark hard pebbles and four log segments thicker than A’s wrist. It was also heavy and hot with piss. “Oh goodness, you had a lot in there, huh?” B said. Then she looked at A’s anus, which was poking out and puckering in wildly with A’s effort not to bear down quite yet. “Okay,” she said, scooting the diaper down so A had room to unload the rest of their dump. “Go for it.”

A nodded, spreading their legs and looking into B’s eyes as they pushed. A fart came first, followed by a smooth, wide, softer movement that coiled up under their bottom. “I’m almost done,” they grunted, giving another small push. A couple more pieces fell from their thoroughly stretched anus. Then they were finished.

“Wow,” A panted. “That was...a lot.”

“Bet it felt good to get it out, though,” B said.

A nodded. “You’re right. I could get used to this diaper thing.”

*days later*

After A and B agreed that A would wear diapers full-time, they laid down some ground rules.

“I think it’s really important that you don’t take the diapers off without my permission. You should always use the diapers to go,” B said, sitting across from A at the dining table.

A didn’t disagree, but made an unsatisfied face. “I mean...what if I can make it to the toilet, though?”

“Baby, the whole reason we put you in diapers in the first place is because you can’t make it to the toilet on time! It will save you and me some grief if you just get used to the diaper. I do not want you taking it off without permission. Understood?” B said sternly.

A nodded, arms crossed. “I can only take it off to change myself when you’re not here.” They repeated the rules to themself. B nodded.

“That’s right,” she said. “And you’ll put a new one back on right afterwards. Trust me, sweetie. This is going to be good for you.” Then she stood up. “Okay, I have my appointment in a few minutes. I’m gonna go. But I won’t be too long. Be good!” She kissed A’s forehead on her way out the front door.

A huffed and sat on the couch. Their tummy had been gurgling for an hour or so. They surely would be able to poop soon...maybe even in the toilet, since B was gone. A took a deep breath and did push into the seat of their diaper. Nothing. No movement.

They sighed and turned on the Xbox to play till something happened.

A half-hour later, a fart was pressing hard against their anus. They bore down slightly and blasted a dry fart into the diaper. Then something began to descend. They could feel something wide and firm forcing its way towards the exit. It wasn’t there yet, but it was urgent enough for A to pause their game, and make their way to the toilet, despite B’s explicit instruction.

They didn’t bother closing the bathroom door since B was not home. They pulled the diaper off. The cool air send chills over their private parts and their exposed bottom. Their anus flexed instinctively at being near the toilet. It was ready to come out now.

A lowered their bum onto the cold toilet seat, feeling like an adult finally for the first time in weeks. A stream of piss began trickling from them as the pressure on their bottom grew stronger and stronger. As the last of the piss dribbled out, A heard their anus crackling wide open, and the head of a firm sausage emerged before A even had to push. They let it hang for a moment, and it felt so good to be stretched so wide around the turd.

As they were reveling in the feeling, they heard the front doorknob turn. The poop sucked back up into A’s bottom and they felt themself flood with fear.

“A? Baby?” B called.

“Just a s-second!” A yelled, hoping B didn’t come looking for them. Oh, how they wished they’d closed the bathroom door.

Just as A was about to get off the toilet and put their diaper back on, the poop wanted out, as if it was angry at A for forcing it back inside. Their gut contracted hard and they grunted, pushing the tough head of the poop back out.

“A?” B said again, her voice getting closer. “Did you say something?”

“N-“ A tried to call out, but their tummy threatened to force a grunt out of them once more. Finally they couldn’t hold it back. A forceful, drawn-out throaty sound came from their mouth as they strained the poop through their anus. Then B appeared in the bathroom doorway.

She raised her eyebrows at the sight of A, legs spread on the toilet, red-faced and grimacing up at them guiltily. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly.

“Pooping,” A said shamefully, panting from the exertion. “I just wanted to try going on the toilet again! Please don’t be mad at me!”

B sat on the bathtub edge across from the toilet and spread A’s knees, seeing a smooth, firm log crackling from A’s bum. As she watched, A gave a forceful push, and B saw the poop pick up speed, then it plopped down into the toilet. A’s anus closed back up.

“Please, I’m so sorry, I just really didn’t want to go in the diaper today!” A pleaded, reaching for the toilet paper. B grabbed their wrist.

“No, no wiping. Lay down and I’ll get the wipes. Let’s get that diaper back on you.” She helped A into their back. “And let’s flush this away,” she said, looking at the solid log in the toilet. She pulled the lever.

“Are you going to punish me?” A asked as B began to wipe their hole with a wet wipe. B sighed.

“It’s not going to be a punishment so much as a reminder,” B said. “But we’ll deal with that later. Let’s go to bed.”

Too afraid to ask more, A let B do up their diaper and take them to the bedroom.

The next few days were uneventful, but A remained suspicious. What would this punishment entail?

B spent the days practically spoon-feeding A all their favorite foods: pizza, pasta, fries, the works. A was wary of what these delicious foods meant for their punishment, for they were sure it meant something — but they were a sucker for all the yummy greasy treats and tried to push suspicion from their mind as they dived in. It wasn’t till the third night that they felt something was very wrong.

I haven’t pooped, they thought, feeling their stomach. That was when they filled with dread suspecting what B was going to do to them.

B slipped something into A’s drink the next morning.

“What is that?” A said, eyeing their glass of water.

“It’s your punishment. Or, your reminder,” she said. “It’s a little tablet that will get your tummy ready for what I have planned today.”

“Which is?” A asked nervously.

“I have lots of errands to do and I thought you could come with me,” B said casually. “Grocery store, pharmacy, starbucks...”

“Is this going to make me poop?” A asked, staring at the plate of breakfast food they’d just emptied.

“Just drink it, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time.” B soothed.

As she stared at A, they raised their water glass to their lips and downed it, punishment pill and all.

A tried to forget about the mysterious pill as they accompanied B on her day’s errands. They got coffee first. A didn’t want any, fearing the coffee would speed up their bowels, but B just smiled, kissed their cheek, and order them a big iced latte.

“Not even with almond milk?” A said as they waited for their order. “You know what dairy does to my tummy.”

B hummed. “I do. That’s why I ordered it for you. We’re going to see just exactly why it’s important for you to wear the diaper.” She patted A’s bottom loud enough for the crinkling diaper to sound.

A sipped their latte nervously in the car. Their tummy felt so full from breakfast, and from the past 3 days of food. So far it was just a deep twinging ache; not urgent yet, but A could tell their guts were getting ready to force out a barrage of pent-up turds.

“What was that pill?” A asked again, squeezing their legs together.

B chuckled. “Are you feeling icky?”

“Yes,” A said, aggravated now. “What was the pill?”

“It’s a digestion aid.”

“What kind of aid??”

“It stimulates bowel contractions, and helps add some...bulk.”

“What??? My poops are already big as is!!” A blushed at their own desperation to gain control of the situation. “I don’t need that stupid pill. It’s just going to make me uncomfortable.”

“Sweetie, I promise you don’t have to worry about a thing. It’s not going to harm you, and I’ll make sure no one gives you any trouble.”

“Why would they give me trouble?? Are you going to force me to-“ they almost couldn’t finish the sentence, the thought was too terrible. She won’t make me poop my diaper in public, will she? They thought.

B just turned into the parking lot of the pharmacy with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it,” she said.

While B talked to the pharmacist, A said in a chair and squirmed. The pressure building in their gut was coming on faster and stronger than A thought it would. It was becoming hard to take their mind off it.

At this point, A hoped B would just let them mess their diaper in the car, rather than the grocery store. I’ll try to do it on the next drive, they thought to themself, hoping the massive dump would be ready in time.

“Please hurry,” A was bobbing their knees watching B collect her medicine from the pharmacist. The pressure was begging to be released just a little bit, and A relaxed their bottom slightly. A crackling fart shot into their diaper, wetter and louder than they were expecting. The poop would definitely be ready soon.

B turned around. “Mm, getting closer, baby?” She said, patting A on the shoulder. A was mortified, sure the pharmacist had heard their fart.

“Let’s just go,” A mumbled, standing up. B held their hand as they exited the pharmacy.

A massaged their tummy in the car, readying themself to push out their dump before arriving at the grocery store. As B turned on the car, A bore down, trying not to grunt as to not alert B.

Immediately a series of painful loud farts came out. A groaned softly. B looked at them.

“Your cheeks are pink,” she noted warningly. “Are you pushing?”

A shook their head quickly. “No, just...trying to relieve some pressure, that’s all.”

“You are not to poop until it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t want you wearing a messy diaper for longer than you need to.”

A made a noise of frustration. “I don’t want to poop in the store!! Please can I just do it now? It feels ready,” they said. their recent farts had their hole feeling a lot looser, and they could feel a heavy load descending into their colon.

B shook her head. “No, you’re going to wait till it comes out on its own. You can push when your body pushes for you.”

A was too aggravated to say anything else, so they just continued letting hot, silent farts seep into their diaper, trying desperately to alleviate the aches in their tummy.

By the time they pulled into the grocery store parking lot, A felt the sudden intense urge to let it all out. Their anus burned and a tiny fart escaped. The whined and groaned again, wanting so badly to bear down but too embarrassed to beg again. B turned off the car. “Okay, let’s go in. Want to push the cart for me?”

A glared at her and got out of the car gingerly, walking slowly with their thighs clenched. They grabbed a cart on their way in and B lead them to the produce section.

A’s grip on the cart handle tightened as they drew in a sharp breath. Their stomach twisted and cramped viciously, a horrid pain overtaking their entire gut and forcing them to bend over. “Oh god, oh god, no,” they whined. A fart shot into the diaper, not loud enough to alert nearby shoppers, but loud enough for B to hear and chuckle.

“Oh, poor baby. Having trouble holding it?” She put a bunch of bananas in the cart. A’s face twisted with the effort to resist the urge to relax and push, hunched over in the grocery store. So they just nodded.

“Mmhmm,” they groaned, trying to stand up straight and keep pushing the cart forward. The urge subsided gradually, but A feared its return — they could tell the next contraction would be too demanding to resist.

The two made their way around the store, A whining and squirming quietly like a child. They would feel the irresistible childish urge to bend their knees each time they stopped walking, so they would rush B frequently.

“Please please can we go?” A whined. A woman in the dairy section looked over at A pitifully. A blushed hard. “B, please. I’m desperate and my tummy hurts and I just wanna leave.”

“I’m not done shopping yet, sweetie,” B lead them to the baby section. “We need to pick up some more diapers for you, seeing as you’re about to fill this one.” She giggled and the woman heard, shooting them a confused, embarrassed look. A was horrified.

Then it was happening. A hot, painful fart forced its way out of A, and a brutal contraction seized their stomach. “Ow!! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” they moaned, tears prickling their eyes. “B, I really can’t hold it, I can’t, I can’t,” they said.

B knew they were truly desperate now. “Okay, honey, good. You can let it go. Do you want me to help you into the cart so you can focus on pooping?”

A nodded and resisted the urge as much as possible while B helped them climb into the bed of the shopping cart, which was empty enough that they could sit in a low squat with their legs spread comfortably. Once they were situated and B began pushing the cart through the busy baby food isle, A decided they had no option but to let go.

While staring up at the ceiling lights, they drew in a massive breath, and bore down, grunting shortly. A man shopping next to their cart looked around suddenly and was met with the view of A’s reddening face, and their crinkly white diaper beneath their thin leggings.

“Please...gggnnnnnngg...don’t look at me,” A whined and grunted pitifully, trying not to look the man in the eyes. The man was alarmed and quickly turned back around.

B chuckled. “Sorry, don’t mind them. They’re totally backed up, but looks like it’s finally ready to come out, huh?” She smiled down at A, who was frustratedly launching into another push.

They could feel their anus flexing out, but the hole remained shut tight, despite the enormous urge to unload. “It won’t come out,” A heaved, sweat beginning to glisten on their forehead.

B pushed the cart towards checkout, where there was a long line of customers with full carts. “Keep trying, darling. Try holding your knees.”

“I don’t want anyone to hear me,” A said quietly as they drew nearer to the shoppers in line.

“It’s a natural process sweetie, everyone understands that. Just focus on getting your poop out.” B smiled down at them. “Now let me see you push.”

A could not think of anything else to do, so they propped their feet up on the baby seat of the cart, and began grunting, overcome with the primal urge to force their anus open. They screwed their eyes shut.

“Good job, that’s a good push,” B said, caressing their knee. “Is it coming out?”

“It’s....hnnnng....hnnnng!!!!! It’s starting to open up my bottom,” A grunted. A prickling sensation spread through their anus as it started to dome downward, a knobbly wide stool working its way out. “I just need to...HHNNG..push!!!”

A woman in front of them in line turned around. “Oh, poor thing. Are they constipated?” She said to B. B nodded. “They have a hard time using the potty at home so sometimes we have to use diapers. Isn’t that right, baby?”

A tried to hide their face, but their stomach was forcing them to push hard, and the urge to spread their legs wider overcame them. They used their hands to pull their knees to their chest, and with a grunt that was nearly a yell, they felt the tip of their poop widen their anus. “Ggggggggrrrrggg....it’s coming!!” They grunted. Their chest heaved. A pebble fell into the seat of their diaper.

“That’s it, baby,” B said, placing her hand on the bottom of the diaper. She felt something rock hard push against it.

A felt like they were being split in half by how wide and rocky their stool was. Its tip finally touched the diaper. “I’m pooping,” they groaned uncontrollably. “Hnng, I’m pooping now, please don’t look!!”

B just hummed comfortingly and the woman in front of them in line giggled softly. A’s loud efforts were drawing a small crowd of onlookers. “Don’t watch me!” They begged through a grunt. “I’m pooping!!”

B began loading groceries onto the conveyer belt when they were next in line at the cashier. She acted casually, as if A was not there. A’s stomach was kicking into reflex mode now was the first section of their log thudded like a stump into their diaper. It grew harder to push out the poop as the diaper filled, but their stomach demanded to be emptied and simply forced them to grunt out rock after rock. They made animalistic sounds of effort, strain and humiliation as the diaper began to stretch, trying to accommodate their stool.

The cashier looked at them sympathetically as she rang up B’s purchases. “Are you okay?” She asked.

A was delirious, not even ashamed anymore. “Yes, I’m just...hnnnng...I’m pooping,” they said, pushing as they shared eye contact with the stranger. “Going poop.”

“I can see that,” she said. Her and B shared a knowing glance.

“It’s big and hard so I’m...hmmmmg..having a hard time,” A reached down and felt the diaper expanding and growing heavy.

“Well, good luck finishing off that stinker,” the cashier said, handing B her receipt.

A smiled shakily as a softer log coiled out of them. B pushed the cart towards the exit while A was still lost in their own little world, now completely acting on instinct as the rode the waves of peristalsis ushering smooth turds from their loosened bottom.

“Wow, you are a super pooper,” B said as she pushed the cart to their car and unlocked it. “Are you done yet?”

A shook their head, getting to their hands and knees in the cart. Hot, loose pieces of poop came now, sending farts out with each contraction of A’s gut.

“Let me help you into the car. You can finish pooping on the drive home, okay?” B said.

“Okay, just let me...uggh,” a loud fart and a squelching sound came from A’s bottom. Then they stood on shaky knees and let B help them step out of the cart. While B put the cart away, A leaned with their head against the car and their bottom pushed out, not caring that strangers could see them, and let soft, demanding poop spew from their anus.

B came back and helped A slowly into the car, while their legs shook furiously and their hole flexed in and out like pair of lips puckering. Finally they were seated in the passenger seat, with their feet up on the dash, comfortably pooping again, forcing the final segments of stool out into the stuffed diaper.

B got into the drivers seat and looked over at A. “You looked so beautiful in there,” she said. “Working so hard to empty yourself.”

A breathed heavily and the scent of their massive dump filled the car. “Thanks,” they said. They weren’t even annoyed anymore that B forced them to shit in public, they were just glad to be finally empty.

On the bus ride to work their stomach begins to twist and ache dully. I shouldn’t have had breakfast, they think, remembering the coffee and toast they’d had hours nearly. I should’ve known that coffee would kick in quick. Hopefully I can poop finally. Just...not on this bus. Then a sharp, stabbing pain seizes their lower gut. Oh god, I have to do something. I have to fart. Fuck, someone’s going to hear.

They look around wildly at the other bus patrons, all looking at their phones or out the window. They squeezed their thighs together and wiggled uncomfortably. The stabbing pain continued and they knew there was only one way to ease it for the moment.

They lifted off their seat slightly, and tried to subtly pull one butt cheek away from the other. Trying to look ahead resolutely and innocently, they gave a tentative push. A loud popping fart they weren’t expecting came blasting out, dry and urgent and hot. They froze as the smell began to rise. They could practically feel the eyes of the other bus patrons on them. They look around slowly. The two men nearest them were side-eyeing them suspiciously. They couldn’t think of anything to do, so they smiled uncomfortably and tried to ignore the horrid stench.

The ride was almost over, but their tummy was still contracting and gurgling like an angry volcano. They grew more and more worried about what would happen when they got to the main event. I’m gonna break a toilet today. This is going to wreck me. Can I be paid sick leave for having a life-ruining poop?? They thought back on all they’d eaten that week: all carbs and dairy and fat and lots of happy hour beers after work. It was all built up in their uncomfortably tight and bubbly gut, which now begged to be emptied.

The bus reached their stop and they hurried to their feet, taking small urgent strides down the isle, as they feared if they spread their legs too much they’d have to start pooping. Once their feet hit the pavement and the bus took off, a massive amount of pressure hit their anus. Please be a fart. Please don’t fill my work pants with shit. They pushed gingerly, but it did the trick. Another airy, painful fart shot from their anus, which was getting sore from holding back so much gas and poop. They walked quickly and tried not to smell what had just come out of them.

They hurried into their office building and made a B line for the bathrooms. The building’s busy main floor had two gender neutral bathrooms with 3 stalls each. One of the bathrooms had a line, so they shuffled to the other one hurriedly. They could tell their poor tummy wouldn’t hold on much longer. The desire to unload forcefully and loudly was getting stronger and harder to ignore. God, I just want it out, they thought. I don’t care how hard it is, I’ll do anything to get it out.

When they entered the second bathroom, they realized why there must be no line. One stall was occupied. The other two had no doors.

No. Please no. Oh god, anything but this, please PLEASE not this, they thought as another fart threatened to release. This one was the last fart before the log, they could feel it. They squeezed their knees together and whined as they looked at the occupied stall.

“H-hey, are you gonna be much longer in there?” They called tentatively.

Someone grumbled. “I’m busy in here, buzz off, weirdo.”

“Please, I really need to-“ they were cut off by a pain more intense and urgent than any other so far that day. This load needed out now, wether they wanted to help it along or not. “I need to go!! Please, please let me in!”

“Fuck off!”

They wanted to cry, from the twisting pain in their stomach and the humiliation they were faced with. They looked at the doorless stalls in horror and shameful consideration. Nothing seemed more embarrassing than having to go poop out in the open, but what was the alternative? Poop in their pants like a child?

On shaky legs, they hurried into the furthest stall and pulled their pants down just far enough to get their bottom out. A short fart leaked from them as they sat down, and it was cut off quickly. God, it’s here, they thought.

They couldn’t believe what they were about to do. With their arms crossed in front of them, and staring hard at the tile ground, they let their stomach relax.

Another small fart escaped. They felt their anus stretch ever so slightly. Besides that, the pain in their stomach only mounted. Their face burned hot and they hadn’t even pushed yet.

Then the urge seized them, a contraction forcing all the air in their lungs downward onto their intestines. They were forced to bear down, and instinctively they spread their legs open slightly. “Uggggghh...” they grunted as quietly as they could.

Then, to their absolute horror, they heard the bathroom door open, and a group of chatty women walked in. They waited huddled in their stall for the women to see them there, red-faced and in the throes of a massive dump.

One of the women stopped when she saw them, and immediately grinned and giggled, turning to talk to her friends. “Oh my god, did you see-? What the fuck?”

“Don’t look at me!!!” They urged, but their words came out strained and guttural, as the involuntary urge to push took complete control of their bowels. They quivered slightly with the effort and grasped the metal bar in the toilet stall as they felt their bottom finally begin to open big and wide, the head of a dark firm stool making its way out. The women just gawked at them, chatting conversationally to one another like they were looking at an animal at the zoo. “Stop watching me!!!! I’m trying to p- ugggggggghhh- poop!” They yelled desperately but the women just ignored them.

Then the poop stopped, and they realized, to their horror, that they’d need to switch positions if they wanted to get this thing out faster. They trembled on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths trying to decide what to do next. Then one of the women came forward, leaning against the empty frame of the stall. Her two friends giggled to one another, hanging back to watch.

“Having a tough time, are you?” She smirked condescendingly.

“Go away,” they said, looking squarely at their knees and trying not to push, hoping they’d be alone soon.

“What are you going to do, make me?” The woman laughed. “No. I wanna see you finish the job. Entertain us.”

“Are you...nnnng...serious?” They said, an involuntary grunt escaping their lips halfway through their sentence. They blushed hard.

The woman made a mock-grunting sound, balling up her fists and scrunching her face. Her friends laughed. “Aw, is poor baby having a hard time going poo? How disgusting and embarrassing for you.” She crossed her arms and looked down at them.

They wanted to scream. If they did not have rock-hard massive load spreading their anus wide open right now, they would have gotten up and smacked her.

They decided their only option was to bury their head in their arms and try to grunt out their dump until the women left. They started to curl themselves inward as another contraction threatened to overtake them, but they were stopped.

“Oh, no no no,” the woman said, entering the stall fully. “You chose to wait this long to poop, you chose to poop in an open stall. You don’t get to hide now, that wouldn’t be fair, would it?” She said. She leaned down in front of the toilet and put her hands on their knees, forcing them apart.

“Stop!” They said. “Stop, you’re gonna make me-“ as their knees were forced open wide, they lost what tenuous control they had over their sphincter. A dreaded wave of peristalsis forced their poop forward, stretching their bottom hole to its limit. They instinctively began grunting to help it along, simultaneously going beet red at the experience of having their tortured anus exposed to three strangers.

“Good job, there you go,” the woman said mockingly. “What a shame you can’t do this in the privacy of your own home like a regular adult. You’re so loud, too!” She held one of their legs open then had one of her friends hold the other one. Despite their desperate protests, the women pulled their legs apart and up, leaning them back slightly on the toilet so their taut, flexing anus was on perfect display for the third friend, who held her nose with one hand and pointed with the other, laughing.

“Okay, keep going, we’ll help you,” the second woman said, warmer than her domineering friend. In the futility and absurdity of the situation, they felt comforted by her presence. While looking up into her kind eyes, they gave into the urge again, straining as silently as possible — their face twisted and red, teeth clenched, body trembling. They felt a couple inches thrust out without dropping; the log was rock solid and uniform like a baseball bat emerging from their bottom.

“Don’t be afraid to grunt,” the kinder woman said, giggling slightly. “I know it helps. Come on, grunt it out.”

“Yeah, let us hear you,” the first woman said, patronizing them with her grin.

They were so desperate at this point for the entire situation to be over with. They just wanted this dump out, and they would do anything to do it, even if it meant they would have to grunt furiously like a wild animal in an open stall. Taking a deep breath and gathering their courage, they grabbed themself by the back of their knees and groaned gutturally, so hard it hurt their throat. They tuned out the noises of strangers watching and mocking, and something completely primal overtook them, and they began birthing the stool out in earnest. They rocked on the toilet seat and shook like a leaf while straining as the load reached its maximum thickness, streaked with blood, inching forth from their suffering anus. “God, it needs to come OUT,” they groaned. “Out, out, out!” They punctuated each word with a forceful push into their bottom.

The the thing thudded and splashed into the toilet bowl like a boulder, leaving their anus red and enflamed and yawning wide. The relief they felt was orgasmic, causing them to moan out embarrassingly loud. They let go of their legs and the women did too. They took in massive breath after breath as smaller waves of peristalsis forced hot streams of softer poop from their loosened hole. Bubbly farts flew out freely, and they had no power or desire to stop them anymore. They were simply glad to have gotten the hardest part over with.

After basking in the relief for a moment, they remembered they were still in a public bathroom with three strangers — or more, they thought. Anyone could’ve come and gone during that and I would’ve been way too busy to notice. Not to mention who could’ve heard from outside.

They looked at the women, who were all smiling kindly now. The leader of the three gave them a friendly little wave before they all finally let them be.

They pushed out the last few pieces of poop, during which a man entered the bathroom and made eye contact with them while he washed his hands. They just smiled pleasantly, face red and slightly strained as they pushed gently. They didn’t care now, not after that.

Nothing cuter than a puppy with a sick tummy. You're just a dumb mutt, you don't know any better! You can't help when your owner doesn't take you outside or let you use the human toilet - so of course when your guts bubble and you have to poop you go to your puppy pad.

Puppies aren't very good at being able to tell when they're *really* sick, so you can't help it when you start to push out your sick sloppy wet mess onto your pad and a harsh heave ripples through you. Uh oh - looks like puppy is sick out both ends! Puking up thick slop all over the floor as each heave pushes more soft wet sludge from your hole - and your owner isn't mad at you, because you just don't feel good!

Alphas who eat way too much thinking they won't find an omega for their rut and they're just going to use some toys to relieve their urges only to have an Omega friend hit them up for their heat - and now they're way too full but they can't help but rut their friend so hard that, in the doggy position they're in, as soon as their knot pops in and they pull the Omega close, the Alpha chokes on a gush of thick puke that splatters onto the nest in the bed - and he's still humping into his Omega even as he moans around another thick heave, over and over, unable to hold it back, making a large pile and puddle. It's still so thick it's splattering loudly with each heave - but it somehow feels even *better* to puke like this - maybe he'd have to eat even *more* next time...

Omegas so horny they tie their Alpha up so they can just use them over and over - but once they knot a few times, the Alpha whines that they *gotta poop so bad* - but their Omega refuses to let up, and a few good bounces against their lap causes the thick logs to start getting pushed out with a crackle - and immediately the Alpha *whines* with embarrassment as they shit themselves, tied up against their Omega who's oblivious to anything going on.