Person A making a bet with their friend/significant other Person B (who's normally very clean and tidy) that Person B can't go a week without wiping their ass...Person B rises to the challenge, and at first things are fine, they have to piss, but the bet doesn't say they can't wipe their parts, so they clean themselves as they would normally. But as the day goes on they very much need to shit after a long day of big meals and wet, sputtering farts that are threatening to stain, and they can feel the mess they've still got left on their cheeks. But of course, they can't wipe, so they have to pull their underwear on reluctantly, cringing at the sensation of wetness against fabric...and with successive shits and swampy blasts, their skidmark-stained underwear just get more and more gnarly, and it dries, leaving poor Person B itchy and leaving them no choice but to scratch at themselves...but they finally make it to the last day, and Person A congratulates them and gives them their money.

when they finally get the chance, they hurry to the bathroom. their guts are burbling and small, urgent farts are popping out involuntary. sweat dampens their forehead and they let out a shaky sigh of relief once the porcelain seat is in sight.

phew, they made it in time. that was close. just have to get their belt off… that damn, finicky belt. they dance around in front of the toilet, trembling hands pawing frantically at the metal and leather. soft shit oozes out and they let out a desperate whine. the belt comes undone with a clink and they can’t believe it when their zipper gets caught.

they’re whimpering and begging as their eyes tear up. nononono please NO! oh god help, please i- i can’t hold it. it’s coming out, no please, plea- shit spurts and bubbles out from between their cheeks. with a frustrated cry, they stop yanking at the zipper and clutch the sides of their ass. it’s no use fighting now. their muscles relax against their will and the short bursts of shit grow into an absolute mudslide. if someone clueless about the situation were there to listen they’d think someone was blowing into a straw to make bubbles in their drink.

I think a scenario where (A) and (B) are a couple, or even just friends. (A) is constipated and (B) decides to take care of them. (A) is reluctant at first. It’s embarrassing for them but they can’t see their toes anymore so they let (B) do their thing. A number of things could happen.

(A) is:

given a loving belly rub with warm, relaxing oils

spoon-fed a laxative or stool softener

draped over (B)’s lap to put pressure on their belly and try to get things moving

lying naked on their back with (B) pressing their knees to their chest. (B) watches (A)’s hole dome and wink, and encourages them as they push

guided through a series of yoga poses by (B) that are supposed to help relieve them

given an enema and has their stuffed belly gently caressed by (B)

lubed up and has their hole prodded by (B). They circle their finger around the hole, slowly going wider and loosening it up. Maybe that’s all it takes for the shit to come sliding out. Maybe (B) has to get in there and remove it all themselves.

given a suppository and has their cheeks rubbed while they hold it in

lying on the floor with (B) on top of them. (B) sits with as much weight as (A) can take on their gut. Then (B) starts tickling. (A)’s laughter causes their belly to tense and lurch, which causes their hole to move as well. (A)’s abs are given such a work out and before they know it, they’re gazing up at (B) and grunting out days’ worth of shit

told to sit in the bathtub while (B) wields the shower head. (B) aims the hot water at their gut and massages it with their other hand, hoping that the heat and pressure does the trick

finally ready to use the toilet and they’re able to relieve themselves with (B) soothing them as they shit

hit with the urge to go but they can’t make it to the toilet. (B) guides them down into a squat, tells them it’s okay, and encourages them to release. If they’re lying in bed, (B) grabs a towel to put under their ass and caresses them while they push.

i would die for a fave to be pushing out the thickest longest load of their life in front of me with absolutely no shame. “hey, when you gotta poop! it was about to come out of me no matter what”

unf -✨

scat bonus:

oooooh y'all have got ideas I hadn't even considered damn 😳

I'm not done in the bathroom, though, and while they need a punishment, I'm clearly a nice, understanding dom, so I'll simply give them EXACTLY what they want... Forcing them down to their knees, pressing my ass up against their face and letting out the wettest, sloppiest farts. Forcing their mouth open as they gasp for air, only to let out a torrent of diarrhea into their face. Commanding them to lick me clean between waves, knowing damn well more is coming. Making them completely into my little toilet slave for the night...

like the log is pretty much halfway out of their body threatening to completely fall out completely but they still clench tightly as they waddle around looking for a toilet or even a bush to go in

theyre losing the battle however as the log slides out slowly and slowly against their will

a long fart that ends in a wet plrt - not a lot of shit at the end, but definitely wet between the cheeks

a long fart with constant splutters of shit throughout, like the person doesn't care that they're half shitting themselves just to let this fart out.

a short loud fart that expels a lot of waste with a sqelch

a short fart, a wet splurt of shit, then a longer, more relieving fart

an airy fart that shoots a chunk of shit out like a cork popping

a fart trapped behind a barrier of waste, they keep pushing till that one fart can come out

a fart so watery it sprays a mist of shit instead of anything solid

a fart that isn't a fart at all, just someone feeling the need, bearing down and accidentally shitting themselves

"What is it my love?"

B's face is red and they let out a small whine in response. A coos, "Are you okay baby? Come here." A pulls B into their lap, the sudden movement jostling their stomach, and another leak drips out. A wraps their arms around B's midsection, the pressure squeezing out something more airy and smelly. B feels a weight drop in their stomach, and they suddenly cant take it anymore.

"I HAVE TO GO POTTY!" B cries out. Theyre already starting to piddle in their diaper, and something is beginning to crown against their butthole.

"Mmhm," A says calmly. "And what are you supposed to say when you have to go?

"PLEASE!" B wails. "PLEASE LET ME USE MY DIAPER!" Their poop is already poking out. A little bulge begins to form in their diapered bottom.

"Why didnt you ask sooner? Go ahead my dear."

The first thing that comes is a wave of urine, soaking the front and back of their diaper, turning it into a bloated yellow cushion. A moment after the flood starts, a loud bbBBLOrp comes from B's bottom as they push and grunt out the results of the day's massive feast. The solid loaf slides into their pamper and is followed by a much softer poop with the texture of wet mud. There was so much, B felt like it might breach the legholes of their diaper. But B gave a final strained push that resulted in a wet, stomach-relieving fart into their mess. B let out a soft noise that ended in them collapsing back into A, their legs spread over A's lap while they finished peeing.

A simply smirked and kissed their exhausted partner, rubbing their stomach and their now bloated diaper.