#Constipation and diarrhea

[glitter-hestia]

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[aerequets]

[phattiepheeder]

To have an overpacked cauldron of a belly that is completely controlled by your feeder.

Master hasn’t allowed for an emptying In 3 days but has still fed his prized hog to the brim. Rancid constipated farts are a small relief when your bowels are stretched to the max to compensate. He uses your cunt, needing to push a bit harder than usual to get in, feeling how everything clogging your pipes has piled into and swollen your rectum.

He finishes inside you and then goes to get your next meal. He proceeds to stuff you with a mountain of food until you can no longer breath.

He presses your fat bloated gut and you groan in discomfort, your hole inadvertently puckering.

“No, no,” he says. “No shitting yet. Just gas.”

“But if I try to fart again, it’ll be impossible to hold the rest in. “

“That’s your fault for being such a greedy piggy. Your stomach is this way because of YOUR gluttony. And You have another day to go piggy.”

The next day comes and your guts are done processing the food. Your feeder instructs you that it’s emptying day. He instructs you to take a stance on all fours , and goes to feel how hard and bloated your abdomen is.

“Ah, looks like you’ve done a great job of getting filled and having your bowels stretched to capacity,” he says grabbing a box and what looks like tin foil. He puts on a rubber glove.

“Alright you know the drill. Face down and spread em,” he instructs. You follow his instructions and place your head on the floor, ass still up and use both hands behind you to spread your deep cheeks. You sigh , knowing that finally you’ll get some relief from the unbearably fullness in your guts.

Suddenly, you feel a cold glycerine suppository press against your hole. It’s forced in along with the finger behind it. He retracts his finger to have it covered In your chocolate. He repeats this with three more slippery inserts.

“Now you have to hold it until the glycerine melts. I’m doing you a favour so your hole doesn’t rip this time. Let me know when you’re busting to empty and I’ll bring the bucket”

Last time the constipated plug of shit practically tore your ass in two while being birthed.

You hold it, clenching against everything In your body telling you to push. You’re still on your hands and knees half an hour later as you feel the pressure behind your hole is mountain and you feel the weight of days worth of sweet creamy shit pressing against your hole. Despite your best efforts, a fart sputters out along with a bit of shit and melted glycerine.

“I’m ready to empty,” you groan loudly in defeat. Your feeder walks in on a pathetic scene. Fat pig on their hands and knees, swollen gut gurgling and hanging on the floor, drenched in sweat, hole quivering with the anticipation of finally getting some reprieve. He lays an industrial bucket behind your cellulite-ridden ass.

“All right pig, let’s see the aftermath of that gluttony,” the words are barely out his mouth before the gates part and shit starts pummelling onto the bottom of the bucket. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as log after log of constipated shit leaves its incubator. Rumbling farts and stomach gurgles are all that can be heard as the shit gets sloppier and bursts out of your poor tender hole. You moan half in pain half in pleasure.

Your feeder smirks, knowing you’ll be laying cable trying to empty all that waste for at least the next couple of hours.

#constipated #slob

[yourlocallovesickie]

A character that usually isnt really the nicest person, but today theyre being exceptionally grumpy and irritable. No one can figure out why, and no one wants to ask in fear of experiencing their shortened temper, until suddenly it dawns on someone close to them that they hadnt been to the bathroom in well over a week. Immediately after, it all makes sense; how they spent most of their time hiding out in their room, their irritability, how bloated their stomach now looked and the embarrassment that they felt anytime anyone did muster up the courage to ask them what was the matter. It seems their emotions arent the only thing thats constipated….

[shamecorner69]

Long time lurker. Finally decided today to take a laxative since I love the idea of desperation and wet farts but almost never get either. I did chocolate ex lax and then ate dinner and some snacks. If you're interested I can send you an update. Fingers crossed we get some action soon.

oooo thx for sharing! I'd love an update on how your tummy is doing~

[pmak2002]

request!!

keith urban having fecal incontinence

Sure thing Anon thx! It’s not my best work I’m afraid.

His stomach had been a mess for nearly a week. Keith could barely use the bathroom and It was frustrating to say the least. He’d have the sudden urge to go and then nothing!

Finally one day he moving around trying to move around the ick in his body. When suddenly the urge returned but he was nowhere near a bathroom.

He felt it coming but didn’t believe it would happen cuz his body had been playing tricks on him all week. He kept walking around without realizing he was messing his pants.

Once he realized what was wrong he went to the bathroom determined to stay there and hope his stomach would figure itself out.

He ended up having to stay there all day because he kept having accidents and his stomach was so upset.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I can’t tell you how accurate this is….

Sensory Stories by Nicole

Autism

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

the amount of time i spend thinking about poop is truly astounding <- about my bottle baby kitten who has a history of gi issues

[foxholediva]

ipapalabas ko ang aking sama ng loob putangina ang sakit ng pwet ko PUTANGINA HINDI TO TUBOL ANG SAKIT PADEN natatae ako pero parang tubol na ayaw lumabas pero natatae ako gagi PUNYETA DIOS MIO TULUNGAN MO AKO ama namiiin masakit na ang pwet ko TIYAN KO JUSKOOO GAGI

[thebackbrain]

I WAS SO SAFE THIS WEEK I ATE ALL THE SAFEST FOODS WHAT THE FUCK

[phattiepheeder]

I just weighed myself and i crossed the 230 mark. It’s the heaviest I’ve been since breaking up with my feeder boyfriend. And I really don’t mind. I’m actually trying to get to 250 by April.

I wish I lived in America, somewhere hot like Houston or Arizona. All those buffets, all those little Debbie cakes, the fast food 😍 being able to lie on the beach In a string bikini with my ass gobbling up the bottoms and my lard poring out of the too small pieces of fabric as everyone points at the beached whale 😍

God, if I did live there I’d easily be 300lbs within 6months. I’d find a slave to fund my fast food diet. A slave that wants to get me fatter, plumper, fat jiggling and swaying when I walk. They’d drive me from restaurant to restaurant and order a dozen dishes, take me to buffets and stuff the food into my mouth as sauce and oil drips down my chin.

Even as my breathing gets heavy , they continue to feed me, until I’m so full and uncomfortable.

Imagining i had just finished polishing 5 heaping plates at Golden Corral for dinner, following a huge Taco Bell lunch with multiple burritos and tacos, and a huge fried chicken and waffles plate for breakfast. I have to waddle back into the car and unbutton my pants to stop my gut from exploding the button off when I sit. Even as I’m painfully bloating and asking to go home, my feeder tells me they have a surprise. They take me to an ice cream shop and get me an XL milkshake. We both know I’m lactose intolerant but it’s such a hot day that I guzzle it down.

As they drive, they take their sweet time, knowing that as I digest all that unhealthy food and dairy, I’ll get so gassy.

The windows are up and I begin sweating, so I try to roll them down, but the window controls are on. They look over at me and hear a long and loud groan from my overpacked belly and grin. They know what that sound means and I wince as I feel a cramp. My belly is bloating even bigger with gas. My feeder keeps the windows locked so as to keep the smell of my soon to come rancid farts in and lingering.

They drive painfully slow as I struggle to keep the gas in. But my belly is whining and pushing me to expel some of it. I can feel sweat dripping down me as the hot Arizona sun turns the car into a real life hotbox. Sweat drips off my rolls and pools into my ass crack, causing a swampy mess.

They tell me I look uncomfortable and to ‘relax a little’. The pressure in my guts is too great and the moment I try to relax, my asshole unpuckers and gas starts rumbling out. I moan and press on my belly as my overstuffed bowels deflate a little. The farts are loud and hot and leave a plume of musk in the air. But it feels too good to stop. The dairy and Taco Bell are truly doing a number to my poor digestive tract.

“That’s it, baby, let that sweaty hole sing for me” they say, pressing on my groaning gut. The farts are slapping out of me but the pressure is still somehow building too fast.

The farts sound so wet and bubbly due to all the sweat in between my huge cellulite ridden ass cheeks.

“I really don’t feel well. Take me home,” I say, as my belly emits a loud pained groan.

“Does piggy need to use the toilet after eating too much?” They ask with a smirk, knowing full well my stomach is churning and will soon be pushing out their dinner in this car if I don’t get to a restroom.

“Yes…My stomach hurts so bad. Please hurry up,” I say wincing.

. After half an hour driving around in a boiling hot car, drenched in sweat and stomach bubbling, I desperately need a toilet. I sit back , undo the zipper on my jeans all the way and roll my shirt up. I scoop up my gut and lay it atop the waist of the offending jeans, breathing heavily as I rub and try to coax out more gas. The sweat from under my rolls splashes as my doughy belly slaps onto my thighs.

The farts sound so wet and sloppy, and I could tell the wetness was not solely from the sweat filling my asscrack anymore. My farts are getting juicier, spraying my panties with little squelching doses of pre-diarrhea juice. I groan , knowing that if my lard ass doesn’t hit a toilet seat soon, my exhausted, slime-slicked hole is going to be inadvertently oozing diarrhea any minute.

By now , I can’t risk farting anymore because of how much slop has descended to rest onto my hole. The tight knot is quivering as I try my hardest to clench and hold back the deluge.

I see that my feeder is not taking me home. He’s going down some obscure path. Half of me is concerned about where I’m being driven but the other half is too busy praying my asshole can hold up until the car stops. Finally they stop onto the side of an isolated dirt road, with fields on either side. I want to look around to see if we stopped because there’s a gas station around, but I can’t move for fear of everything coming out.

“We’re here,” they say.

“What do you mean? This isn’t a joke!” I rub my heavily gurgling gut, hearing all that digested food begging to escape. “ I really need to use the toilet. Please,” I beg, “ I don’t want to ruin another pair of pants. This is the last pair I have that fits!”

“Just barely,” they grin sadistically . “ You want to stuff yourself into growing fatter and fatter? Until your clothes bust off of you and I gotta buy you a new pair? You want to eat like a pig? Then, you’ll be treated as a pig, and pigs use the field as their toilet.

“No, but—“ I am about to argue to take me to an actual bathroom, but a sick rumble deep in my gut interrupts me and my feeder looks at me, knowing he’s won.

“Sounds like you have no choose, piggie. If I were you , I’d pull down those pants quick because it sounds like your shitter is about to blow.”

He’s right. I can’t even scowl at him before another glugging sound tells me I have seconds. I toss the car door open, and stumble out of the stifling gas cloud. My body is coated in sweat, and my asshole in clenched so tight that I can barely get out of the car.I waddle only a few yards before I rip down my pants and peel my sopping panties down. Bending over, I part my cheeks to show my deep crack dripping with sweat.

I point my ass away from the car and without even pushing, the moment I unclench, the built up pressure forces a jet of pure liquid shits to shoot out of me and lands 5 feet away.

“Ohhh, fuck. My stomach,” I groan as it pushes out wave after wave of slop. My feedee has now gotten out of the car and is admiring his work as my incredibly overfilled bowels empty everything he’s stuffed me with.

But my stomach isn’t the only part of my body in pain. All that Taco Bell is searing my ass, it’s leftover just as hot coming out as it was going in. My eyes are closed and teeth gritted as I blast out more. I groan as I clutch my stomach and push down. The farts in between waves of diarrhea sputter more shit out.

I end up squatting as the slop flow slows. The pile under me is massive, and my hole is still oozing more.

Finally after 15 minutes, my asshole begins dry heaving, signalling that I’m just about empty. Farts still rumble out of my tired hole, but for now I feel done.

“Good pig,,” my feeder says. “ look at how much you ate all emptied out. “ I wasn’t sure if I had emptied everything out but my bowels deflated enough to give me unbelievable relief.

They get on their knees and begin the task of licking off the mess that is my backside. After I’m cleaned up , we get back into the car and begin in the direction of home. But not before my gut emits a low burble and my hole puffs out subconsciously. A cramp hits me and suddenly I’m clenching and praying the ride home is quick.

“Let’s get you home and milk out the rest of the slop in that big belly”.

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[chronic-gastro-illness-culture]

what food do you even eat when you fluctuate between constipation and diarrhea? I see so many food recommendations for each but none for both.

That’s something you’re personally going to have to figure out yourself.

We personally have a very strict diet between GERD, IBD and food allergies, so we eat the same things at the same time every day, regardless if we’re having constipation or diarrhea. Our physical health is strongly tied to our mental health. So we know the physical symptoms won’t last, and we need to make sure we continue to eat, even under stress and during flare ups.

That’s just what works for us personally.

You need to experiment with food and keep a food diary to see how your body reacts to certain food. You’ll find your safe foods that way.

[driftdownnote]

me aged 13 after being constipated for a week and eating 20 chicken mcnuggets

[fagatakonin]

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[burningfeathersx]

[.ooc.]

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