#coprophilia

Tell me what you would do to me!!

Imagine the noisy relief that comes with noisy shitting, the explosive kind. Cries of relief, moans and grunts as bit by bit, they ruin the toilet with their splatters of scat.

…. Even better, imagine the surprising of their s/o when the person so usually quiet in the bedroom is suddenly veeeery vocal.

Maybe they’ll have a little surprise fun together that night

Tw scat under the cut

Mmmm I can’t help thinking of A being sick and running back and forth to the bathroom all day, hoping to get it all out before they have a date with B. The time steadily approaches and the anxiety is going straight to A’s tummy. All they can do is rub it and moan, trying to work to calm the contents that had been angry all day. A winces as their stomach gurgles and churns, clearly upset under the palm of their hand.

A glances at the clock…  

With just an hour to go A hops in the shower, determination in mind as they turn on the hot water, kneeling in the tub with their ass above the drain. It wasn’t long before a cramp hit their stomach, A crying out as shit shoots out of their ass and splatters into the tub. They grunt and squeeze their ass, a hand coming to squeeze their poor belly, tears streaming down their cheeks as the warm, soft shit burns. 

Finally, after seeming ages, the stream tapers off but… it wasn’t over yet. A pants but then feels a familiar pressure begginning to build… A tries pushing with a long groan but nothing comes out. Another cramp hits but nothing happens… 

Oh fuck fuck fuck… A might have just made it worse…

Tears sprung to A’s eyes as they grunted, desperately trying to make the last thick hard mass come out but nothing was happening… the water was running cold…

tw scat below! XD Just A! Messing. Not graphic imo

A ran into their home, one arm wrapped around their stomach as they slam the door and sprint to the bathroom. All the good food they had for the past weeks had built up and now… now their stomach was protesting.

“come on,” A muttered, as they fiddled with their trousers, yanking them down as their poor swollen belly gave a loud and long gurgle. A pressure was building in their lower belly, and little farts escaped every few seconds. A whisper of what was to come.

Suddenly A doubled over with a cry as a cramp clutched their stomach, their body automatically clenching and- no no no NO!!! A whimper of desperation slipped from A’s lips, their eyes widening as soft, semi-thick shit began pumping out of their ass into their white underwere. The liquid stank but- but-

“Oh-Oh-” A groaned in as sudden wave of relief as their stomach cramped again, this time not protesting as they clenched and pushed the liquid that had been causing them such immense pain all day. Their eyes squeezed shut as all worry about their underware faded, grunting at a momentary blockage before moaning in what was… what was almost pleasureat the ongoing release. “Ngggghhh. Y-yes, NNNgh.”

Their hands began rubbing their stomach to assist in getting all of it out, and after a few minutes of pumping out shit they even dared to push as it began to taper off. After a few seconds of grunting, A squeezed the last slivers out and was left panting, doubled over with their arms around their deflated belly.

Oh… that felt good… 

Now, however, A could feel the heavy weight of their underwere and too, the stench of pure upset stomach. Warily, A straightened, feeling the shit shift from where it was stuck in their buttcrack and smeared over their cheeks in response to each movement.

“… How the fuck is it staying in?” A muttered as they reached back to brush the dark lump.

They waddled forwards to a mirror and winced at the size of the brown smear on such white pants, their other hand soothingly rubbing their now flat stomach.

Oh… oh that had felt goodthough…

Was shitting supposed to feel so good…?

A didn’t know. They most certainly felt a sort of way… but B was getting home soon, they were very much aware. And so with one last release of gas rumbling into their underwear, A waddled back to the toilet seat to clean up.

A would think on this new development later…

Tw scat fic! Messing specifically.

Imagine if C is a lazy slob of a gamer. C’s been on a tournament all week, stuck at their desk and, unintentionally, stuffing themself to the brim with junk food and soda. At the end of the week C was sitting at their desk with a computer in front of them, and their gamer partner, D, is just about to leave for a new and fancy fob interview. C is… a bit bloated to say the least. Their poor tummy is round and gurgling loudly, and it had been a good hour since C grunted and paused their game just long enough to undo their jeans, letting their swollen gut fill out more space.

“… Are you sure you’re okay, C?” D asked worriedly, adjusting their dress they came to stop and glanced at the grumbling stomach that even C’s shirt couldn’t contend with. The shirt rode up, displaying C’s bellybutton and the taut skin clear as day. “I can stay home and reschedule if that would be better for you.”

C glanced to D distractedly, hardly paying attention to their own gut short of the discomfort that was very clearly moving downwards.

“I’m alright D,” C waved off, looking back at their game, but when D stayed further C glanced back to reassure them for at least a few seconds. “Trust me- it’s just gas. I’ve chugged about three bottles of this shit and it’s just coming back to bite.”

D sighed, knowing they wouldn’t get anything more out of C and glanced at their watch.

“… If you’re sure. I gotta run, but call me if you need me.”

C gave a noncommittal grunt in response and soon they heard the door close, immediately returning to their gaming. Soon, however, C shifts on their seat at the insistent pressure building in their gut, a growl of annoyance falling from their lips. Their gaze was focused on the screen, their fingers flicking and pressing buttons at a rapid speed to get higher and higher up the levels.

Finally C was gonna beat this freaking level!!

The gas in C’s stomach suddenly shifted with a loud gargle, sending a sharp pain to their stomach making C gasp right as they made it to the boss level. Immediately they passed it off and tried to breathe through it, determined to make it through this level!! Then C would rub and soothe their upset stomach.

Finally the pain was unbearable though, a line of sweat beading on C’s forehead even as- as they got to the last boss fight!!!! A firmness sparked as C just suddenly leaned forwards so their ass lifted off their chair, pushing with all their might as their fingers moved on pure rapid instinct.

A wet shart filled the air as C grunted, letting it out long as hard as they honed in on their game. They hardly even noticed when the need changed to something… far more insistent until they pushed again and something hard and painful pushed at their hole.Absentmindedly their noted that it was faaar bigger than their hole… tough and solid.

Fuck this boss was hard to beat- C’s life was 50% down and this far they couldn’t afford to stop.

C suddenly sucked in their stomach and began pushing, then slackening so the massive log slipped back in some before PUSHING again. Inch by inch the thick mass causing C so much pain squeeezed it’s way out- and bit by but the boss was losing life from a rapid burst of attacks!!!

A loud gasp fell from C’s lips as pain tore at their asshole as the thick log battled against their underwear, their character taking major damage. This was it!!! C arched their back, a groan wrenching from their lips as the thick log plunked into their underwear and the boss fell.

FINALLY!!! After weeks and weeks of hard work at the computer!!! The battle was won!!!!

C collapsed back into their chair, panting lightly as the hard log slipped into their buttcrack. A pleased smile crossed their lips as C dropped their head back, listening to the sweet sounds of congratulations from their game.

That felt good…

Their stomach suddenly groaned and this time C just sighed in relief and merely lifted their hips, figuring their pants were already soiled. Soft warm liquid immediately shot out at the permission given with a pain to rival the hard log… but this time C discarded their controller and set their hands upon their swollen stomach. Their tummy deserved some attention to ease the cramps, and although a chorus of moans and pained grunts filled the air as C worked the build up of shit out, C was still overjoyed at the accomplishment of beating their video game. Far too much to care!