What's Worse Than A Broken Heart? Idk Sharon How About Never Having Impressive Shits When You're Able

Hmmm my tummy should be filled to bursting with poo...

Anyway, who thinks I can go the next 4 days spent with my partner without pooping at all? 😊

⚠️fart, gassy⚠️

But this is an illustration about the sound of hunger .

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#お腹の音 空腹＋ガス腹＝大きな空腹音&おなら❤️ English差分あり - わ〜いのイラスト - pixiv

【前編】ガス腹ちゃん…パンパンなお腹をどうにかしようと朝昼断食したのに、極度の空腹のあまり、空気たっぷりのデッッッカ〜い…❤️お腹の音を響かせてしまうっ…♡【後編】お腹の音、お腹の張りが限界を迎えた彼

I'm bored Tumblr!

Send me some copro/eprocto shenanigans to embark on (within reason)

I already have to poop, definitely gonna hold that in tho

Can't wait to be all bloated and full of warm heavy poop~

ok hear me out but have u ever thought of torture w it? Like ofc consensual but like chaining someone up and continuously ripping mad ass in their lap ((they can't get away))

or someone doing THAT to YOU🧁🌺🎀

My boyfriend sent me this fucking amazing scenario and it's all I've been able to think about

So I've written this piece for it

Enjoy, I know I fucking did ^-^

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gas (of course), restraints, dubious consent/mild torture (with the gas), mild knifeplay, read at your own risk fellas ~~~

You’d known this would happen, really. When he’d taken you out to eat — to that lovely pasta place you two loved to visit — he’d ordered way more than you knew he could handle. All that free bread, too. You’d watched him. It didn’t take long for his stomach to start its familiar protest, gurgling and grumbling under his shirt while he drove. Each time it did, he’d wince, and pull a pained little face. You could tell he was trying to ignore it, to keep it out of the conversation, but you just couldn’t let that happen.

You were poking fun. Literally, and figuratively. Teasing, taunting, reaching out to prod at his gut. He couldn’t exactly push you away — you were in the passenger seat, right next to him — and with every jab, you could feel how full he was. Poor guy. He grit his teeth, and tried to endure it. “I’m fine.” He’d insisted. “Just… lay off it, ok?” Like hell you’d listen to that. More teasing, poking, bratty little retorts. Almost like you were having a conversation with his bubbling belly.

You could tell it pissed him off. He furrowed his dark brows, cheeks burning and shoulders hunched. He kept hissing little demands, pleading, asking you to stop. Softly at first, but more forcefully, the more you teased and sassed. You ignored him, like a brat. By the time you’d gotten home, he practically slammed the door of the car shut, storming inside stiffly. Fuming.

You followed close behind. “What’s the matter??” You giggled, hovering over his shoulder. “Too embarrassed to admit you have gas??”

You saw his jaw clenched the second you uttered those words. His sharp eyes darting, staring daggers at you. You’d never seen him look so stern. It sent a chill down your spine, and you faltered a little. Clearly not enough to deter him, though. He shot an arm out, grabbing at your wrist with surprising strength. His grip was so tight it hurt. You couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to — much to his amusement — and with a firm yank, he pulled you closer to him, lowering his mouth to your ear. His voice was husky.

“I warned you to watch your fucking mouth.” He seethed. Oh dear god…

He practically pulled you off your feet, dragging you halfway across the house, towards your shared bedroom. He was rough, and the corners of his lips twitched up into a sadistic-looking grin. His stomach continued to growl, softly, under his hand.

Grrrmmm…

He winced. If he was in pain, it didn’t last long, though, when he threw you carelessly onto the bedspread. His usual tenderness had all but entirely seeped from him, replaced with frustration and… well, a killer stomachache, you supposed. You barely had time to retain your composure before he grabbed you again. Your eyes went wide.

In your daze, he’d gone digging through the drawers by the bed. In his hands, he held a thick length of chain. By this point, his smirk had spread into a full grin, and he regarded you with wide, dark eyes. “Teach you a fuckin’ lesson, huh?” He muttered, almost to himself, as he yanked your arms up. You yelped — which he paid no attention to — and felt the cold restraint rubbing against your wrists.

Good lord. He was tying you to the bedframe.

“What the fuck-?” You managed to stammer, before a low growl cut you off. You couldn’t tell whether it came from his throat of his belly. He ignored your confusion. The restraint was tight, and held your poor arms up high, behind your head. No matter how hard you squirmed, the damn thing wouldn’t budge. Shit. You instantly regretted letting him practice so much on you.

He sat before you on the bed, taking a second to admire you. He chuckled deeply to himself, his voice rumbling in his chest. That laugh. It frightened you. “Not so cocky now, huh??” It was his turn to tease. His tone caused your cheeks to burn, and you lowered your eyes, squirming. Trying to tug on the chains. No luck.

He shuffled closer, putting a firm hand on your knee. He was warm. There was no way he was gonna… not now, right?? All because you teased him a little?? … He shuffled a little, from his place in front of you, sitting himself back down. Right in your lap. His weight pressed against your thighs, and the gesture took you by surprise, your eyes going wide.

His poor, overstuffed belly gave a low gurgle. It was a more desperate sound, and he huffed, placing his other hand on his side. Giving it a quick rub. “I can’t say you were wrong, though.” He chuckled. “I’ve been, ahem… holding back. For your sake.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean??You cocked your head, shooting him a confused look. All he did was laugh. And give a soft grunt. The unmistakable sound echoed through the room, and you felt it ripple against your lap, heating the area where he sat. You went stiff. No way he just…

But then the smell hit. God, it was awful. Fucking putrid, really, a disgusting concoction of whatever bullshit he’d eaten throughout the day. He sighed, in relief no doubt, while you thrashed about, turning your head, trying pathetically to escape the damn stench. Your arms were bound. Your couldn’t plug your nose, no matter how bad you tried. It burned.

His sadistic grin never once left his face, eyes scouring your writhing form. He was clearly amused. You could tell by the smug lilt in his voice. “I saved that just for you.” He seethed, grinding himself further against your leg. “Smells lovely, hmm?” You practically gagged. He clicked his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, so unappreciative. Such a brat.”

You felt ashamed to be blushing at his words.

“God, that’s foul…” You managed to mutter. He scoffed, narrowing his eyes. That look, the one that made your blood run cold, returned to his face.

… He leaned over your pitiful form, reaching into a drawer behind you. He pulled out something metallic, that glinted under the dim light seeping through the closed blinds. A blade. Why the fuck did he have a knife on hand??

Never-mind that, though, because you had no time to think. Within a few seconds, he’d twirled it in his trained hand, and pressed the cold metal right against your collarbone. Your breath hitched. It was so close. You really had to watch that temper of his. “Watch yourself.” He demanded, shifting around in his seat. Still firmly pressed into your lap.

Grrrgggllmm…

He let out a shaky breath, biting his lip, and forced out another fetid, rippling burst. He strained to push it out, and you were worried he’d let the knife at your throat slip in the struggle. But he held it still.

Jesus Christ, the smell. Somehow worse the second time. You let out a sharp cough, and forced yourself to hold your breath. Blinking back the tears from your watery eyes. He didn’t seem to take too kindly to this, and with his only free hand, reached up towards your face, clamping it over your mouth. You couldn’t breathe.

You had no choice. You could usually hold it for a while, but god, it had taken you by surprise. Air was running thin, and it wasn’t long before you were forced to inhale sharply, through your nose.

Goddamn repulsive. He seemed overjoyed by your whines.

“You love it.” He hissed, pressing the cold metal further against your nape. One wrong move, and it’d slice straight from shoulder to jaw. “Go on, tell me. You love it.” You had no choice but to comply.

“I-… I love it.” Your words were muffled into his hands. His grin twitched cruelly.

“It smells good, huh??” “It… fuck-… it smells so good…”

So fucking degrading. You could tell it excited him. His rhythmic grinding against your thigh told you more than enough.

“You want more. Go on. Beg for me.” … You considered resisting, but a flick of his wrist reminded you who was in charge. You let out a strangled whimper. “I said beg.”

“Shit-… Please. Please, I want more.”

He tittered in mock disgust. “You’re fucking filthy.”

But he did as you’d asked. He lowered the hand clasping at your face, and pressed the heel of his palm into his stomach, causing it to growl and churn. He was coaxing more out, you could hear it. You have a last-ditch effort to tug at your wrists, trying one last time to free yourself. Hah. No luck.

The next one sounded awful. Loud, long, and almost sickly, damn near surprising him as well. It was a miracle that he could handle his own damn brand. Was this the kind of shit he was holding daily?? It almost made you regret picking on him so frequently.

“Go on.” He urged you. You were too light-headed to protest. You just hoped to god he’d spare you soon.

“It smells lovely-…” You stammered, swallowing back a gag as you spoke. “Th-… Thank you.”

“Good.”

For your good behaviour, he loosened the grip on his knife, giving you a little more room to breathe. Not that it’d help. Every single sniffle was tainted. And there you were, drinking it in, begging like some sort of animal. If he’d wanted to teach you a lesson, he’d made his point clear as fucking day.

But he wasn’t done with you yet. There was plenty more where that came from, you could tell. Might as well make the most of it. You could be there for a while.

🍄 back again

gas update: since I sent you the last ask, my gas has just been getting worse. weeks of bad food choices are catching up with my poor, weak gut and it's BAD. they're so stinky and so loud and I'm physically incapable of holding them back even when I really really want to.

a very abbreviated list of experiences ive had recently:

-accidentally punctuated a sentence with a loud fart in front of my friends, got lightly teased for it

-completely failed at holding back a fart in the car with my friend and his girlfriend, got jokingly yelled at

-let myself fart on purpose in the car with another pair of friends because it just hurt too bad, saw one of them literally tear up and roll down a window

-farted so long and loud that my roommate told me to go check my underwear

-farted like 3 times in a row, fairly loud, in the living room while a friend was over and in the bathroom. she starts giggling and asks me thru the door if that's me farting out there or some stupid video on the TV. told her it was me and she starts laughing harder

-farted in bed with my face downwind from my ass with the fan, got hit with the full heavy, dark, greasy stench of my own gas and felt my dick twitch about it

-all through work yesterday I tried so hard to hold back my farts, but every time they just hissed out of me whether I liked it or not. I moved around a lot to avoid the blame.

it's been so good and so awful at the same time. I've been highly debating recording some audios, to be honest

godddd you're killing me 😳🥵 I'm sure it causes a lot of awkward and uncomfortable situations but like,,,, from where I'm sitting it's so sexy of you to be so uncontrollably gassy 🥴 and for them to be loud like oh my goddd 😩 I'm glad your friends seem chill about it, wish I could hang out with you just to hear what they sound like 😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/overstuffednpadded/737981429053521920/olivia-was-sat-in-the-pool-surrounded-by-her

there ya go ♥️

thank u, saw ur other ask too and no worries!

Bellies noises being audibly noticed without a mic pressed up ?

I should get my shit together and provide more that :) More and more people are becoming interested in it.

I would like to send out a formal apology to anyone without a fart or sc at kink for not knowing how to put a read more barrier on posts until today 🫠

Also 10 followers!! Thank y'all!!!!

I love nerdy guys who are just lowkey freaks, like yeah come over baby and show me your pokemon card collection while I give you back rubs 🖤

partner story

warning for farts!!

We went out to eat together for Christmas and stuffed ourselves with fast food before walking back. On the way back, they turn to me mid-ramble and say "it's a shame we're not home, I just farted a lot ;3" ghnhgrsgfjjgkjjggffh 🥵🥵🥵

I've also gotten a little bolder about farting on them for my pleasure, and I got the urge while we prepped for typical nsughty time :3

I stuck my ass in their face, gently holding their head to my butt, then let rip a long bubbly one I'd been purposely holding in since we left >:3c needless to say, they were impressed