Feel Like I Should Tell Tumblr About Some Fun My Partner And I Had 😋

do you make...corn? 🐕🚼

no ✨✨✨

I probably never will, it's just not for me and I like my privacy too much

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.

i’d love to hear more about you having to rush to the bathroom in public after taking those laxatives. you’re so hot

I had to sit down cuz my stomach was aching so bad. I had tried to fart out some pressure but the two previous farts had been so wet that I already knew my panties would have brown wet spots. After that last fart, I knew it was game over. Everything was pooling down and swelling against my asshole. I was clenching so hard that I was dripping sweat down my back. Thankfully I was sitting down and so there was a bench blocking anything solid from coming out, but I could also tell it wasn’t going to be solid…

I couldn’t move for fear of having an accident. I cupped my lower belly and tried to suck my hole in as much as I could, trying to get all that filth to go back up just enough to have some leeway to rush to the bathroom. The urge to go was so intense but it subsided just long enough for me to compose myself enough to seek out the bathroom. Fortunately I was in the mall cafeteria so it was fairly close.

Cheeks squeezed tight I got up, still holding my stomach and made my way over, not caring if everyone knew that I was going to wreck a toilet. I had to practically shuffle over, and in the middle of my walk there, an intense gurgle was felt as everything within me dropped back down to my exit. I can’t even begin to describe how close I was to giving up at this point. Even clenching as tight as I could, I could feel some liquid trickle out.

The minute I entered the bathroom, I rushed into a stall, ripped down my pants and soiled underwear and, before my ass could hit the seat, the liquid that had been pooling in my rectum shot out. I heard from behind me as the pressurized blast hit the wall and began dripping off of the toilet tank, but god I didn’t care. All I could think of was how desperately I needed to relieve my bowels. The liquid shit began spraying out of my ass. I couldn’t help but to scrunchie my sweaty brow and groan and wave after wave of cramps pushed out more sludge.

It took a while to finally be sure I was done but finally after almost half a roll of toilet paper I was done and that was only cleaning my crack and cheeks…i left without cleaning the mess. I felt so bad but I felt so sick that I left without cleaning the huge spray of diarrhea on the wall and seat. I just needed to get home and soothe my stomach.

So yeah after taking a triple dose of laxatives I should have stayed home

Sorry I haven't posted much copro or eprocto content

Chronic stress turned me into a puppy

Buy hey if anyone wants to ask me puppy questions I'm down 👀🦴🐾

Just found your blog love it, would love to talk more about lovely pooping, I especially love constipated squeezing out

aww glad you like my blog!! And yes, I love the feeling of getting stretched out by a big constipated log~

Currently I'm holding one in ;) I just stuffed my stomach full of spicy gassy foods and I'm so tight and full 🥵 It's trying to make room, but I'm going for a new holding record ✨

Hi ppl I have a nerd kink so what do we think about me spouting unhinged crap about it

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Love these emoji combo things :3

Have I rb'd this before? Ehh ask me anyway!

Revamped Fart Q&A

(noticed that one gassy q&a going around a lot so I thought people might appreciate some different questions!)

On a scale of 1 to 10 — 1 being rarely ever able to fart, 10 being incredibly gassy at all hours of the day — how gassy are you on average?

What triggers your farts? (foods, drinks, certain situations, etc.)

Do you push out your farts when you feel one coming, or let them come out on their own?

Do you ever get morning gas? How do you deal with it?

What aspect of farts do you enjoy the most? (sound, smell, sensation, "gross" factor, etc.)

How do you react to seeing/hearing people farting irl/in a non sexual scenario? Can you act natural and laugh it off?

Which would you prefer: farting on someone's lap, or having your lap farted on?

How do you feel about smell? Do you have a preferred type of stench?

Do you feel comfortable farting in front of others?

Have you ever accidentally farted when you didn't mean to?

Do you purposely eat trigger foods in order to make yourself gassy?

What do you do when you need to fart in public? Hold it in or let it out?

What do you think about the smell of your own farts? What do they smell like?

How do you feel about fart humour in media?

Do you like face farts? Would you ever do it if you had the chance?

Describe your favourite type of fart.

Thoughts on trapped gas/bloating?

Which would you prefer: massaging someone's gassy belly, or having your gassy belly massaged?

When did you know you had this kink? What triggered it?

Clothed or naked?

Embarrassed or shameless?

Silent or loud?

Does anyone know you have this kink? Would you ever tell anyone?

Swallow air. Eat some popcorn or chips or something bjngeable that will give you gas, and then hold it

Really bloat up. Make your guts moan

whoof 🥵🥵🥵 yes anon

I've got a soda and some chips, I'll eat after working and try my best not to burp. Wish me luck!

WAIT YOU DID A HOLD AND I MISSED IT?

How did it go? Did you indeed make it to 4 days? Did you keep everything inside of you until you got home and your partner was away?

sorry I took so long to respond anon!! Life has just been.. whoof.. and I'm also tired all the time 🫠

If I recall correctly, no :'3 I definitely blew up the toilet on the first night bc my poor sensitive stomach was upset from dinner

Same with today, I guess I made my food too spicy and I've just been letting out round after round of thick slop out into the toilet~ I could really use a belly rub :')