I've been really busy lately , and that reflects so poorly on my bubbleguts... I've been constipated for a week again, and even if I don't eat that much this time, OH MY GOD I'm so gassy like every day. Every day i wake up from gas cramps bloated as a blimp, looking pregnant , trying to burp or fart some gas out with two or so yoga moves that i know, which doesn't help at all. During the day , farting doesn't help at all, I'm so so so full of gas every second of the day it feels.. i can't even sit comfortably without feeling my overinflated intestines bubbling and moaning quietly non stop, expanding further, and stretching the skin on my middle. My lower belly is so full and heavy, and i just feel like the most of my gas comes from there, which is the hardest kind to expell when you're constipated ,so it feels like it's filling out all of my intestines .. Sometimes when I'm just standing upright, i look at my hugely distended stomach sticking out way more further than my tits, and i realise that all this volume is just, my own gas and waste . Weighing me down, stretching me more and more every time i get so disgustingly bloated. I don't think i would've gotten this huge a few years ago ..
The worst part is, i know it's definitely not my limit, and if I don't change anything soon, I'm going to become even more huge and bloated . I so so desperately need something to fill me up and clear me out, i can't imagine the length of a fart i would need to let out all of my gas in one go.. too bad all I'm getting is probably just more days of painful bloating without any relief
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Today I pushed my bowels too far... last night when I got home from work I ate a bacon burger and a bowl of granola with 5 bananas... and had a soda to drink. I woke up with a bloated stomach and full of gas... I had flatulence at work and at college but I don't think anyone noticed.
Today I ate a lot, I've been constipated for 2 days. My stomach was already swollen from yesterday, today I ate 1 chicken pastry, a pizza bread, 2 pizzas (4 large slices of each) and a Coke during my lunch break. My stomach was already stretched when, as soon as I left work, I had a 700ml ice cream with lots of banana and gummy bears. When I got home I ate another bowl of banana with condensed milk and another large slice of the pizza I ate before. My stomach is so distended, the gas wants to come out and it's hard... ugh... š¤°š» So full... I need to massage it and wait for the side effects of my gluttony...
Saying āI canāt hold itā while actively pushing. Red face, grunty voice, etc
The subtle shift in expression when someone goes from relaxed to focused as they start pooping. Itās like you can visually track their gradual surrender to nature, the moment they shift from competent adult to animal relieving itself.
Solid accidents in uncommon places. Being on a bumpy bus ride that makes your turtle-heading poop bump against your hole over and over like itās trying to pry you open from the inside. Being in the crowd at a big area game, struggling with all your might not to relax your bum, then seeing your red face pop up on the megatron right as your gut decides to bear down and work that poop out. Being stuck in an elevator with important colleagues when your poop decided itās time to come out and despite urgent clenching, youāre forced to stare your colleagues in the face as your hole gapes open.
Side note: solid accidents are almost *more* embarrassing because itās likeā¦you couldnāt hold that? Not being able to hold a loose liquidy poop is one thing but not being able to hold a big solid poop? Childish incompetent incontinent behavior
Iāve harped on about this before but vocal pooping >>> announcements like āitās coming outā, āIām goingā, āIām poopingā, āitās happeningā etc itās so good idk why
Took this pic Thursday evening to show me when (more or less) empty. Iāll try to take a pic or video every day during this hold to show how things progress. š
crazy experience. on monday I went out to dinner with friends, and we got burritos in a kinda sketchy hole-in-the-wall type place. mine was huge, very rich and greasy and saucy, and I went to bed with my stomach settled but very full. in the morning it seemed like all of the food had transformed into air, I felt hugely bloated and I only had to sit up to make uncontrollable farts start spilling out. and they REEKED like hot garbage, it was insane. it was so bad that I couldnāt let them out at work, I had to go to the bathroom to do it cause they were so big and pungent.
i assumed that this meant my stomach was upset and I would soon be letting out all that food, but nothing came that day. it was all just endless gas, no real relief. on wednesday i felt the need to go, but it ended up being just a couple tiny pieces, clearly far less than the volume Iād been eating. it didnāt solve the smell issue of course, whatever was causing the gas was still stuck inside me. this process repeated on thursday, and again barely anything wanted out.
by then I was permanently bloated and getting uncomfortable. it didnāt really feel like there was anything hard forming, just that for some reason all the waste had collected higher up in my belly and was refusing to move down. I still got periodic relief from farting, and every morning I would push out a few really long airy burps to clear out the air that would seep up into my stomach each night. it was too painful to hold the gas in, so I would sort of leak that hot garbage stink all day. I would get home and realize my room still smelled from the morning.
friday started exactly the same, I got through breakfast and lunch and was feeling a little breathless from the fullness. near the end of the day my stomach suddenly cramped up violently. I was genuinely shocked to feel a series of small farts escape totally against my will, I had tried to hold them cause I wasnāt in private but I couldnāt. that made the cramps ease off so I kept working, but a few minutes later they squeezed my guts again and I quickly left for the bathroom. I could feel something more than air at my hole now, and was sure I was about to have diarrhea from how hot and wet the gas was. I sat down on the toilet and immediately exploded, it really felt like a stream of liquid shit propelled by pockets of trapped gas and it went on for much longer than I expected. but when I looked down the bowl was full of solid, well-formed logs. I had never experienced anything like it, it came out so fast and uncontrollably that it felt exactly like diarrhea, and it went on for so long that I never wouldāve guessed the logs could be as wide as they were.
obviously the toilet was hopelessly clogged, the pile didnāt even shift when I flushed. I left feeling SO much better with the days of fermenting waste finally out of my belly. the trapped gas is still working its way out though, so I canāt say the smell situation has improved š
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As someone with IBS, and also as someone who firmly believes in celebrating the little things, I find it such a shame that I canāt share with people the tiny victory of finally pooping after a period of constipation. Like, I get to share my other small joys, like when a flare up alleviates or pain abates! But not the poop stuff. Thatās pretty crappy (ba-dum-tss!)
morning belly update, day six of having a sick, upset belly. this is my record for not being able to go to the bathroom, and my tummy seriously aches. everything iāve eaten for six whole days is just sitting in my guts like someone pumped me full of concrete.
i took some laxatives yesterday, but it didnāt help. thereās almost an entire pizza in here, along with several bags of candy, a ton of salads, half a pan of enchiladas, two ice creams, and various other meals and snacks. usually when iām stopped up, i only eat once a day, so this is definitely the fullest iāve ever been in my life.
itās so heavy. i canāt stress that enough. my tummy is so absurdly full that i canāt get any air out of my intestines. every bubble and gurgle my belly churns up is just twisting through my guts, bloating me up bigger and bigger. itās so round and swollen, it feels like my tummy is gonna explode. i just wish i could lay my head in someoneās lap while they rub their hands all over my aching belly. i need little circles massaged into itās taught surface, feeling all those rumbles and groans.
I keep pussying out of posting on here (and writing kink content in general) but I'm trying to challenge myself a little bit. I started writing my first eprocto/copro story a few months ago but never finished or edited it, so sorry if this WIP is a little rough! There might be some nonsequitors/missing details.
TW male farts, descriptions of scat and constipation
āUghhhhhh...ā
Alex groaned as the fluorescent light of the bathroom flooded his vision. His head was pounding, and his eyes were still filled with sleep, having gotten up just minutes before. It was almost eight, and he was going to be late for work if he didnāt head out soon. His head started to throb, and he groaned again, hitting the switch off. Clearly I canāt handle the light today. He glanced at his phone. Or waking up on time...
Alex groggily palmed around the sink for his toothbrush and toothpaste. As he brushed, he stared into the mirror, thinking about how bad his sleep had been. In fact, he had been feeling off for the last couple of days in general.
Maybe Iām getting sick, he pondered, spitting into the sink and grabbing his facewash. But he wasnāt sniffling or anything, and he never really caught colds. He felt good enough to up the intensity on his workouts this past week, and was hitting really good numbers. Or maybe Iāve just been having a hard time at work lately? Work had been a little rougher the last few days, it was the end of the quarter, but his team had finally finished a killer project yesterday and he was finally gonna be able to relax today. Obviously nothing to lose sleep over.
He washed his face and started to rinse off. If itās not any of that, what the hell is going on with me? When he had tried to sleep it just felt...off somehow, like something was wrong, but he couldnāt put his finger on what. He had spent the entire night tossing and turning, feeling restless. He had been the same way in the office too, always feeling antsy in his cubicle or in meetings. Like he was forgetting something important.
It dawned on him while he was getting dressed. It was Wednesday, his cleaning day, so he took a little inventory of the bathroom before he put on his shoes to head out to work. The sink looks a little dirty, the shower is fine, he thought, mentally running through a checklist. The toilet looks fantastic, thank God, Alex thought, remembering the way he had to scrub the shitstains off of the bowl last week. He threw away the gloves he used for that, it smelled so bad. It looks like I barely touched it, and I always destroy this thing, he laughed to himself a little bit.
Wait.
Alex paused, staring into the shiny porcelain. It looks like it did last week. A week ago. When I cleaned it. He placed a hand on his stomach, finally pinpointing the uneasy, queasy feeling delocalized around his body as coming from his lower intestine. The terrifying realization dawned on him, along with an uncomfortable heaviness in his bowels he was now acutely aware of. Since last week...I havenātā¦
Alex winced and bent over a little as he felt something shift. Grrrrrgggghhh...
His stomach groaned, finally aware of its own plight. Alex rubbed his temples. This is gonna be a long day...
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Alex had always been a very regular guy. He always went at least once a day, usually in the evenings after work. They were always healthy, and he didnāt have any existing bowel issues. He ate a lot of fiber and drank a lot of water. Very regular.
āRegularā yes, but normal? Absolutely not.
Alex blushed a little as he switched lanes on the highway, thinking back to the many, many, many times where he hadnāt been home for his daily movement and ended up clogging a toilet. Or two. And making the bathroom a biohazard unfit for human habitation every single time.
Alexās shits were massive. Massive and smelly.
He always passes these long, solid, dark logs that stunk to high heaven and seemed to go on forever, piling high above the water in the toilet. It takes him a full fifteen minutes to go, the entire time always spent bent over, ripping huge, disgusting farts and grunting as his hole gets victimized by his own waste. Itās genuinely embarrassing.
It was so bad he actively avoided going number two in his friendsā apartments, and at work, he would only use the single stalled bathroom and make sure to sneak the plunger from the janitorās closet before he went. Hell, he carries around two different kinds of Poo-Pourri and has mini air fresheners in his work bag. Not that they ever do anything, Alex thought, grimacing. There was the one time a few weeks ago where he stayed a little too late at the office and blew up the second floor toilet, and the next day he overheard his coworkers speculating that an animal died in the vents near Accounting.
Grrrgggrrrr...
Alex winced and rubbed his rock-hard stomach a little.With the crunch, he had been coming home and passing right out, then getting up and rushing out in the morning. He had totally forgotten about his nightly routine, and between the stress and not eating right, it only made sense that his body would retaliate in some way.
But now that the project was done, his body should be ready to get back on schedule, and yet, it didnāt seem to want to. He had spent a few minutes before leaving on the toilet, trying to push, but he got nothing save for some gurgles and the feeling of air shifting in his intestines. Not a single fart, or even a cramp. In a panic, he had swallowed a capsule or two of the laxatives he keeps for a friend with IBS who visits a lot. That might have been a mistake, Alex realized.
Grrrggghhhhgggrrhhhhggghhrrr...his stomach said in response. The laxatives had only given him a mild tummy ache, but no real progress had been made. Great, now Iām constipated and in pain, instead of just constipated. Good move, idiot.
Alex pulled into his parking space and let out a breath. He unbuckled, the belt took a second to rub his stomach, pressing into a spot that felt particularly bloated. āFuck,ā he whispered under his breath. He kept kneading, hoping for something, until his thumbs pressed into a particular spot.
āUgh!ā Alex gasped, feeling a sudden shift and a sharp pain. He leaned to the side in his seat.
fffsssssshhhhhhhh...fpppfffssssssssshhhhhhhhhā¦.
A long, hot SBD leaked out of him, warming the seat of his pants and filling the car with putrid fumes.
HOLY SHIT that reeks! Alex held his nose as he continued to rip the silent fart. It was so gross and was going on forever, stinking of rotten eggs and cheese. He had always enjoyed his own brand to some extent (who doesnāt?), but this was on a whole new level.
Itās like Iām deflating, holy shit. After thirty seconds, Alexās hole finally closed, and he sunk back into the seat, rolling down all of the windows.He waved the air in front of him trying to get rid of the stink, but it was a futile endeavor. He was going to need to get his car cleaned, probably. Thatās the worst fart Iāve ever produced...ever. Are all of them going to be like this?
As if answering him, his hole suddenly opened, drilling a loud, rolling bbbbpprrpppffttt! into the seat of his dress pants. āAhh,ā Alex breathed out, feeling a deep sense of relief.
Bppppprrrppppttfsshhhhhh...another one wormed its way out of his hole, starting off loud but petering off into another silent hisser that smelled like it could peel paint off of walls. āOhh,ā Alex moaned, closing his eyes and sinking into his chair. Fuck, that was good.
He always enjoyed the light, empty feeling he felt after a fart or any of his huge dumps, but these were different. Extra satisfying, somehow.
BFFFBBBRRRTTTTTTT!
āAghhhh,ā Alex groaned, doubling over as the gas bubbles traveled down his midsection and fought to get out of him. āHoly fuck...ā
Maybe a little too satisfying, actually. Alex blushed.
Alexās thoughts were interrupted by an angry grrrrgggghhhhhh from his midsection.
It doesnāt matter, Alex decided. It least things are finally moving, Alex sighed, grabbing his workbag and walking to the office building. He let out little poots with every step, the smell following him like a miasma. At this rate, this whole thing will have to be over soon.
