Food Is Clearly Fermenting Nicely Inside My Intestines, And I Must Hold In My Gas For The Time Being

Hey everyone!

I'm so sorry my blog has been so dead, it's a mix of laziness and education 🫠 but I figured I should let you all know ....

During the past two days, I've had an unholy amount of rich hearty and fried foods, and I havent pooped since Friday 🥴 I can't promise much due to being incredibly busy, but I'm going to try to hold until this Thursday or Friday and try to release in public if I can!

Also sorry about my askbox my mental capacity is very low ugh 🫠😭

Hehehehe now my mistakes can NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!!!!

I'm letting out the hottest, smelliest pre-poop farts this morning. My lower belly is firm and full of warm solid shit. I just know this one is gonna stretch me out and stink up the toilet for a good while 🤤

I'm way too lazy to move yet though. I think I can hold it in for a bit longer without making a mess in my pants... right? ;)

Btw my fic of my unnamed character is nearly done~

OHOHOHO THE HOLY GRAIL!!

Special Diet for Diapers and Pants Poopers

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Having been asked many times about how to get such huge loads in my diapers I am going to “reveal” my diet secrets to my followers. I hope those tips and hints are somehow useful for you. Enjoy! :-)

[I was also animated to post this proposal after messaging with a great DL from NY whom I have admired very much here on tumblr.]

[Me in the pic with a two-days semi-firm load after a special diet.]

FOODS THAT DIRECTLY EFFECT FECAL “INCONTINENCE”

Stimulates the internal anal sphincter to relax Coffee Chocolate Tea Any caffeinated beverages

Laxative Fruits

Irritant Spicy foods

Gas producing Beer Carbonated beverages

EFFECTS OF FOOD ON THE GASTORINTESTIONAL TRACT

Foods that thicken stool Bananas Rice Bread Potatoes Creamy peanut butter Applesauce Cheese Tapioca Yogurt Pasta Pretzels Oatmeal Oat Bran Grits Boiled milk Dark Chocolate

Foods that stimulate stool production Dried or string beans Raw fruits Raw vegetables Highly spiced foods Fried foods Greasy foods Prune juice Grape juice Seasoned foods Cabbage Leafy green vegetables (lettuce, broccoli, spinach) Sweet foods and beverages Alcohol Wheat bran

Foods that cause odor Fish Eggs Asparagus Garlic Cabbage family vegetables (onions, cabbage, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower) Beans Turnips

Foods that color stools Beets Red Jell-O Blueberries

Foods that cause gas Dried and string beans Beer Carbonated beverages Cucumbers Cabbage family vegetables (onions, Brussels sprouts, cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower) Dairy products Spinach Corn Radishes

When intending to get a huge semi-firm load I start a special high-fiber diet at least two days in advance: lots of leavy green salads (with Italian Dressing), bananas, lots of pasta or rice or potatoes, oatmeal or other high-fiber cereals, steamed vegetables (broccoli, potatoes, carrots …), pizza.

Feel free to reblog and add your comments or further proposals which are highly recommended.

Life hack

Get gas

Get blanket

Shove small bit of blanket between cheeks

Fart

sniff blanket part

Your welcom internet

💫 Puppy Princess 💫

feel like I should tell Tumblr about some fun my partner and I had 😋

We spent the weekend in together and I bought fiber soda and sugar free candy to enjoy the aftermath. I drank two sodas and 1.5 servings of maltitol candy so I was super gassy.

It suddenly hit while we were playing a game and I wanted to hold it in until we got to bed (bc bedtime sex and bigger farts ofc) but I had to empty some liquid into the toilet between rounds 😳

Anyway holding it led to it getting stuck and so I ended up whining to them about my bloated gassy tummy 🥺 We tried a bunch of different positions and lots of belly rubs, and after like 10 minutes and a good squeeze, I let out a few loud bursts of gas right onto their crotch 🥵🥴 The farts were so warm under the covers and they said they could smell it... They degraded me (which I love when it comes to my eprocto kink), and called me a stinky disgusting little slut~ 🥵💦❤️❤️❤️

I proceeded to absolutely deflate into their lap as they grinded against my butt and spanked me and told me how foul it smelled and how loud and long they were good god I could cum just thinking about it 💦💦💦

They're my favorite I love them so so soo sooo much

i love nerds.

the way they speak so passionately about topics that interest them. their hands flying around in the air as they explain with such intent and love. when they all get shy and flustered, face flushed pink after given a complements.

the way their glasses get all foggy and their eyes go so hazy after making out. how breathy and whiny they become after just a few kisses. heart practically beating out of their chest at the sight of you in their lap, kissing down their neck.

the way their hands grasp onto any part of you as you start to pull away. staring into their eyes, fingers running through their hair while they plead and beg for something more. anything more than just the sweet kisses your leaving on their face.

it's so adorable. i love nerds.

Thought I should just say, in case I ever don't post very much, don't worry!

I am just busy and/or mentally ill ☺️

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.