Help Em!

woke up with the most bloated gurgly belly and the nastiest smelling farts 🥵🥵🥵

@0-my-secret-blog-0 I LOVE YOU DEAR FELLOW FREAKY CITIZEN

Tumblr I need your help!

im looking for this scat fic story about a girl who has a pool party for her birthday and shits in her pants and in the pool due to stress eating and being constipated

The main character was Sabrina?? Sofia? Samantha????

I don't remember who it was by but please help me find it tumblr I'm horny 🙏🫠

Edit: ik everyone prolly knows this but there was a poll that came before it to choose between that and two other story prompts that might be around idk if that helps

Doms who get your brain malfunctioning within 5 seconds. Doms who bite you just right so that you whimper and melt into them with each wince. Doms who know what to say to get you to blush from ear to ear. Doms who manage to get you hard/wet by simply putting their hand on your chin to make you look at them. Doms who moan softly because you're clawing at their back as they tease you while making out. Doms who whimper when you bite them back. Doms who pull you in for a kiss by any part of you they can get their hands on. Doms who groan and pant as they get hornier and more desperate. Doms. I love doms.

This post is made by a masc person <3

Ughhhh gas holding is so hot. Are you full of it? Clenching it back? Tummy groaning and creaking? I’m obsessed with your hold

aww thx for the flattery anon~

It's honestly been less than a day, so I'm not very full yet, but all that meat and cheese has been sitting inside me and my gas has been very hot and very putrid... 🥵🤤

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

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?

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.

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.

sharing my fetish with my partner

basically a summarization of my fetish journey with my partner! Calling them my partner for my beloved anonymity and bc shame corn farmer immersion hehe

Oh warning for farts

So I used to be real shameful about my grosser (and frankly main) fetishes, hence my blog name and yea I still am lol

I told them that I had it and it was really gross, and couldn't even bring myself to say it out loud even months after and they immediately accepted me wholeheartedly upon looking up the definition when I texted them the terminology

But they've been indulging me!! Despite my grossness!!! It's amazing :D

They tell me about when they're gassy, how much and how bad it smells 🥴 gosh I'm so so lucky to have em!!

That and we took sugar free candy together! We sadly didn't have enough to get super gassy, but they let me listen to their tummy gurgles and farted in my face!!! Their ass is sooo so so so soft and plump and round n perky grrfggfffhgg oh it's so fun to grab and bury my slutty little farmer face in

And whenever they have to fart they tell me, and they let me bury my face in that!! Ass!!!! And they fart in my face and mmmmghgggfhgf ohhh they're always sbd's and smell like heavennnnn very earthy and spicy and meaty (yep I'm a real connoisseur lmao)

Also we were at a party and I downed a soda and ended up burping in their mouth as they kissed me and I was super embarrassed and turned on sooo burp kissing is now a regular thing we do ☺️

Anyway yeah uh partner if you come across this I love youuuu and for more than just your ass but you totally know that also get off my blog bc it's gross in here and I am SHAMELESSLY ASHAMED!!! 🫠

Edit: I forgot to add this canon event hotness!!

When I said I wanted to try my grosser fetishes, they said that they wanted to tease me and make me say it out loud before we do anything 😳🥵🥵🥵 goodness I struggled for so long (like 3 occasions over a good few months) but I finally said it a few months ago!! (So yes this is all pretty recent) But oh godd the way they teased me, told me to spit it out, asked me knowingly if I was struggling to say "fart" ...oh my goodness they deserve the whole entirety of reality!!

It is official I am doing!! My very first official hold on record!!!

Ate psyllium husk, 3 big servings of baked pasta with an ungodly deliciously sinful amount of cheese, abd topped that thang off with more psyllium husk

The left of my colon feels a little full, but this is only the beginning. I'll update in the coming days, send me your encouragements and food ideas!

Perhaps I can be convinced to eat a little sugar free candy for extra gas who knows 👀