that’s nasty, wanna try it?

Your back is to their chest.

You see the bubbles surround you, and the vibrations underneath you.

"Again?" You ask, "You sure you're alright?"

"Sorry," They shrug, unapologetic. "And what's the problem? Thought you liked my gas."

Another one rips out of them, turning the water a muddy brown.

They place their hand on their stomach. "Ah, cramp. Gotta go soon."

"You're gotta do that in here?" You looked at them.

"The toilet is too far," They whined. "Just this once."

The toilet in question was just next to the bathtub.

"Fine," You hissed. "But don't get on me."

They groaned. "You're the best,"

A foul smell entered your nostrils.

"Seriously you gotta give me a warning-"

They shove your head under the water which you soon notice is turning a dark shade of brown.

You panic, trying to reach for the drain but a hand stops you.

"Not done yet," They move above you.

They place their ass on your back, finally letting you up for air.

You can feel them emptying themselves on you.

It's disgusting, you should feel disgusted.

You glance back at them when a loud rumble erupts from them.

And they just smirk.

"Might have to go again," They pulled away and presented their ass to you.

"The waters dirty enough," You mutter.

They chuckled, "I'm aware, just took way too many laxatives."

You gulped.

You knew that was bad, they'd be going at it for hours.

If they wanted your face this early? Oh jeez.

They spreaded their cheeks apart. "If you could get in your favorite spot, that'd be perfect."

And groaned when another cramp hit.

it's a pretty common occurrence to see someone raising a leg and letting out a deep, rumbling fart from their plush buttocks. it stinks the air around them but they don't seem to care. sometimes, they aim it at you for a laugh.

but oh, it doesn't stop there. on their way to their office, your boss - in a beautifully formal black suit and tie, smelling of only the finest (but not too intense) cologne - unzips their pants and lets out a thick, steaming stream of piss into the corner of the room. when they're done, they zip up and go to their desk as usual without a word, not caring if anyone's watching, not embarrassed in the slightest.

that, or someone pulling their pants down, doing a squat, and shitting out a pungent, fat log of shit on the pavement. eh, who'll care? everyone does this kinda thing around here.

you're kind of, well, the only one "bothered" by it in a sense. I say in a sense because, don't deny it, it's a major turn on for you. and it's as if no one notices this when they do it, it's so natural to them that any kind of sexual arousal one could feel sounds impossible, you know? it'd be as incomprehensible as having a heartbeat kink. it's never viewed as an inherently sexual or inappropriate thing at all.

oh, there is one thing I forgot to mention about this though.

whilst farting, pissing, taking a shit when one needs to is normalized everywhere (or almost everywhere) here, there are some. hm. limits, I suppose. well, not really, but you'll see what I mean.

relieving yourself on someone, or in someone's direction intentionally, is seen as a major sign of disrespect for the same reasons as it is in the normal world.

it works almost like a scale. holding your breath and pushing out the most wet sounding, pungent plume of foul gas from your rear is surprisingly the lowest. doesn't leave a stain, since at the end it's only bad air. reacting to someone doing this to you is often seen as pointless, irrational, or an exaggeration.

second place - more severe than a simple fart, but not as bad as the last one - is of course piss. you're sat down, and in your peripheral you see an acquaintance you got into a petty fight with earlier. you assumed they were over it, so you go back to what you're doing. as you're not looking, you hear their steps coming closer (again assuming they're walking past you to do something else). they stop. their pant fly unzips, and you can hear it.

faster than you can react or say anything, a hot, loud stream of piss hits your side. your face scrunches up in disgust- what the fuck?? this is insane. this can't be happening, but nobody turns their heads, scolds them, or does anything at all. even their own face is straight (though steadily increasing in relief). when they're done, they zip up again and turn around.

"until next time." they say mockingly, and walk off without another word.

oh, right. the third thing. and that is, obviously, taking a shit.

not in someone's mouth (or maybe yes, if the idea turns you on more) directly, or rather rarely. it's more commonly not that.. "extreme."

pulling down their pants and letting out a sloppy shit into your chair. wiping their ass with your pillow, leaving streaks of shit on it. sometimes, if they can get away with it, sitting on your lap and letting go right there with a sigh of relief as you smell a foul, almost gag inducing odor from their behind and a gross, sloppy, hot sludge on your pants where they're sitting.

.. nobody knows you jack off furiously to this when it's over and you're alone. at least you think they don't ;)

Is anyone else upset about this? Im too embarrassed to talk about this issue I have withy friends or on my main account but I wish non-scat fetishists cared too simply on the grounds of anti censorship. It feels so unfair. No generic pro kink blogs are talking about this!

Does anyone other than us even know? Or care? Is it working simply because we're too embarrassed to talk about why we know about it getting banned in the first place?

I've always viewed porn and erotica as not just... Porn and erotica. In fact I have read many a erotica I'm not sexually into for educational reasons as a psyche student. This is important to archive! How else will future generations study us in all of what we are? Am I the only one who sees this as really really bad??? Not just annoying?

omgggg you’re adorable you should dm me right nowwwww

i just wonder if you’ll be able to handle it, the things coming out of this ass can get pretty bad pup~

She doesn't smile or seem to be having fun however, until I'm on my knees with a nose deep up her asshole inhaling her entire weeks supply of stress and poor diet gas that she needed to get out.

Then to be left there in the deep cloud of girl stink, lightheaded, when she leaves a card and a smile only saying. "Call me sometime, you make a beautiful fart exhaust for me."

I was in a wimpery, desperate mood as all night I was being teased about putrid gas. Eventually, I was grabbed and shoved deep into her ass as I was hit with the first TRUE nose singers I've ever had the pleasure of huffing. There were 4-5 long, trilling rounds drilled into my poor nose as I could feel a vile shock wash across my body, my nose grow quickly numb as the only sense I could feel before the taper was the kind of hot, noxious, and vile gas that overwhelms and consumes so wholly. It was spiced and ripe and musk and every imaginable stink wrapped in one. I could feel the soft lights of my mind flipped off one by one as I melted, nuzzled deeper, let out what I could only hope were flattering moans before being pulled out nearly tearing up, woozy as the world spun, and almost breathless. When I tell you I BEGGED for more. Pleaded, stumbling over words and thoughts clumsily like the desperate, obsessive slut I was. From there - to make it brief - I was pushed down to the bed, stroked and degraded about it all, mouth fucked fingers that had been in her ass and STILL REEKED, before being ridden into a stupor that ended in carrying her to the floor and fucking her until I came hot in my own hands after being used as a rag for her ripe pits.

The kind of nasty vulnerability that comes with being used as a literal rag and just giving fully into that, the comfortability of placing your faith and pleasure into another persons gentle yet domineering hands, to TRULY huff an eye watering, head spinning round of gas, to the closeness of someones vile gas being the very thing that fills your lungs, circulates on your system, and fuels your movements forward. I'd do anything to get more, anything to be closer, and found myself clinging in their arms, shivering in the end. And if you were in the same position, I'm sure you wouldn't want anything more than them, their care, and this all to happen again too!

Guys. I can recommend trying this shit in real life enough. I feel like I've been reborn. There is so much our media doesn't quite capture. Hold out hope, there's freaks out there for all those with eyes to see em, all ye who hope.

this is unfinished and stops at a climactic part so i’m REALLY sorry but goddamn do i love buildups. maybe posting it here will help me finish it properly.

summary: A & JJ (J in subby puppy headspace) are making out on the couch. trouble is, JJ’s got to go really bad, but doesn’t want to stop kissing his boyfriend. so A comes up with a compromise.

(contains scat, eprocto, two really gay boyfriends, some burping, praise, hard throbbin’ dicks, petplay, desperation, and full, rumbling tummies)

(this is part one! part two can be found here.)