#soiling

[soundleer]

that fucking cat that i hate

inspiration lol

[reekingraccooon]

Big enema mess

[ickyygross]

i rlly like the idea of making someone hold their poop for as many days as they can because when they inevitably have an accident i get to watch them uncontrollably push days worth of shit into their pants, making their mess suuperr big whether they like it or not :3

[stinkykittyboy]

kitty made a stinky :3

mmm its so much more than the last one :> probably from not pooping yesterday and eating a lot today :3

its soooo warm and stinky .0. i cant stop touching myself long enough to write this XD

i really want diapers so i can do this more often -3- then i can go wherever whenever!! :D

id love to go out in public in a poopy diaper ^w^

kittys gonna go play with himself now :3 bye bye!!

[miner110]

This is another little video from yesterday.

Two days ago I ate some very spicy food and so I expected some consequences as usual. This time, however, I didn't wake up with the urge to poop like I do almost every morning, I just farted every now and then but nothing major. It was really a shame because I wanted to start the day by pooping myself, to make it a little more cheerful since it's cold and raining outside and I woke up very early. While I was out attending some classes, however, the need to go to the bathroom arose, a few hours later than I had expected. After that lesson, I was supposed to go out to lunch alone and then meet up with my friends 2 hours later. At that point, however, I thought: "You know what? 2 hours is enough, it would be a real waste to go to the bathroom." and so I set off on my journey home, 20 minutes in which I managed to hold it in by a miracle, every fart seemed like it could be my last. but luckily I managed to get home, I got comfortable under the covers and I shit myself trying to control a bit but the feeling was too good and I almost felt like I was going to explode from how much I was waiting. I made a video because strangely I was in the mood to film myself 😌

[throwtheboxaway]

sleeping in my mess for the first time

like 2 hours ago I had to go really bad and I wanted to just chill in soiled boxers so I pushed out a small turd followed by a bunch of mushy shit into my pants, all contained by the boxers and the sweatpants I wore over, which were thick enough that I can sit or lay anywhere in my mess without a towel. can't sleep because of how turned on I am. life's good.

[alien-aroma]

Just imagine ...

You're just heading out onto your break at work when someone stops you. It's a cute coworker, someone you get along with well. They're eagerly talking to you, completely blind to your desperation. As they're telling you about their weekend plans, you're meekly replying, trying to look normal while your stomach flips. You were putting off your break trying to finish one last thing for far too long and you don't dare move your legs.

Realising you're not as excited as you are they resign themselves to letting you leave. But not before giving you a friendly smack on the shoulder and broad smile.

"See you later! Take care'!"

The shock of the impact ripples through your body as your ass gives out. Hot mush starts filling the seat of your pants, your coworker still holding onto your shoulder as the sound and smell fills the air.

[shamecorner69]

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~

[wet-and-wedgied]

the Prince sat at the head of the table listening to the councilors of the kingdom. At least he pretended to listen. He had at the beginning of the council session, he really had, but that had been hours ago. The men had droned on and on about expenditures and taxes and all the while the Prince’s bladder had swollen inside of him.

Now all he could do was try nodded his head as he focused on not squirming in his seat. Fuck. He had to piss. He shouldn’t have drunken so much of the water. Throughout the meeting his loyal cupbearer had been quick to never let his goblet fall empty, and with each monotoned analysis on tariffs with the neighboring kingdom, the prince had absent kindly took one sip after another till he had filled his bladder to bursting.

the Prince grimaced. It felt like a massive wine skin was balancing in his lap. The pressure was agonizing. The Prince’s breaths took up a swallower beat as he bounced the balls of his feet. His legs shook and beneath the table his legs twists around one another. Ahh. Fuck. He was a grown man darn it. He could hold it, he just had to make it through this meeting. There was no way he was going to excuse himself like a child. He winced as his bladder seized. His fist tightened against the table.

“Does Your Highness not approve of the canal expansion?” Asked one of the councilor, misinterpreting the Prince’s desperation for anger at whatever proposal he had just submitted.

“Sire, If I may, the expansion of the canal would be vital to the kingdom, particularly the lower wetlands.”

The Prince squeezed his eyes stuck. The Word wetlands sloshed around in his head. Despite himself he grounded his knees together.

“Right now the canal allows only a trickle of trade, but with a bigger wider passage of water , we could flood the lower wetland with all kind of goods, and with all the gold we’d have enough to fill the palace fountains with wine, I assure you the waters are are our key to success. If we do this results will come gushing in—“

“Alright!” The Prince snapped, a whimper in his throat, as he found himself ready to plead with the man to stop talking. Every word had been like a squeeze on his bladder. The images of rushing waters, of fountains spraying arch’s, AahH! It was all too much, the prince whimpered, jamming a hand between his legs, looking at the councilors who looked back at him in confusion. The prince let out is gasp as some of his piss squirted out, leaking into his underwear, spraying the material with his hot golden pee before he clamped down on his crotch, stopping bit. A dark wet spot, small the size of a prince formed on his trousers.

“I-I agree with the c-canal expansion ,” the prince said hastily, desperate, in more ways than one, to end the meeting. “Is that all?”

“Thank you sire, that is a wise decision-“

The Prince bit back a moan shifting in his seat. Slamming a fist against the table. He could feel the volume of piss bearing down his shaft, hitting the floodgates of his bladder like a besieging arm, it slammed into wave after wave. He wasn’t sure how many waves he could enduring. He fidgeted. “I said is that all?”

“y-yes, sire—“

“Then go! You have my orders, go, go!” The prince waved for the councilors to leave, feeling his own words squeeze his bladder. He had to go. Gahh! Fuck he had to go so bad! He need a chamber bot. He needed one now! He’s Al even settle for that blasted pitcher of water! Anything, anything at all he could empty his aching overfull bladder. Anywhere but in his pants!

The gods it seemed had other plans for him. The moment the last of the councilors was out of the room, the Prince lost all sense of decorum. He had to pee! The fierce mannered prince was hon, replaced with a prince on the verge of tears in his desperation to pee. He moaned, jamming both his hands between his legs, squirming and writhing in his chair with abandon, his faces turning red as he moaned and whimpered like a slut as he desperately tried to hold back his impending accident.

“No! No-nnononono!” Cried the Prince has he crossed his legs, bouncing desperately in his seat. He couldn’t get up! His bladder was so full, so heavy, he knew the instant he tried to stand it would all come gushing out! “Fuck! No! This can’t be happening! Please, Please! Gaahhh!” The Prince felt another squirt shoot out into his underwear. He was losing control. “Please! Don’t let me piss myself! Fuck! I-I can’t! Hold it!”

“Your Highness?”

the Prince was for a moment taken out of his seated potty dance as he looked up, realizing that while the councilors were gone, he was not yet alone. There was the cupbearer, eyes wide as he stared at the state of his prince, and there, in his hands, frozen in shock, was that damn water pitcher.

The Prince lost all control over his bodily functions as his bladder burst, and a surge of hot golden piss came surge out of his cockhead. His mouth opened as he moaned in ecstasy as he gave up and piss his pants, feeling the gushing torrent of pee quickly overwhelm his underwear and soak through his pants. He pants, whimpering bad pee gushed and gush and GUSHED out of him, floodingbhis pants and the seat between his legs. It pour out like a golden river, pooling beneath him, soaking his trousers and turn the thin fabric see through. Yet she was still peeing. He shudder, gasping and moaning as more piss rushed out of him, emptying his bladder with avengement. Soon the chair could not contain its and it filled up, pouring over the sides and cascading down to the floor like a fountain. The prince dropped his head down to the table, embarrassment and humiliation filling him as his bladder emptied all over the floor, running in rivulets down his legs and over the sides of the chair till the prince was left sitting in a lake of his own piss.

[reekingraccooon]

Took a nice big enema and could barely hold it for longer than five mins!

[stinkykittyboy]

today i woke up with a weird stomach ache, i thought it was nothing so i brushed it off and took some painkillers but throughout the day i just kept farting and farting, almost uncontrollably :3

anything i did would cause more gas to come out of my ass and the more that came out the less i could hide it, my partner asked me if i was okay because i was farting so much .3.

just before, i was sitting at my desk just chilling when my stomach gurgled really loudly, i thought it was another fart so i lifted my leg slightly and tried to push, then my hole started to stretch. i freaked out and tightened back up but it was too late and it started to push out 0_0

i stood up as quick as i could and grabbed the seat of my ass, but it barely helped, by the time i got out of my room my poop was rubbing against the fabric of my underwear >~<

i was just about to open the door to the toilet when my body just bent over of its own free will and my shit came sliding out into my underwear so quick i didnt even have time to think. it was loud too, it crackled and hissed, i was so ashamed but so turned on at the same time ^w^

now theres a big lump in my pants and i didnt even mean for it this time >3<

its really wet cuz ive been grinding into it :333

[miner110]

Popping my pants on the balcony

I took this video 30 minutes before this post . There isn’t much to say : the video speaks for itself.

I returned home from a long full and stressfull day , and I had not gone to the bathroom all day .

In addiction , I have no time in this period to mess myself cause i’m always busy or not alone at home , so i thinked about it on the stairs and I befane so horny that a normal poop in pants wouldn't have satisfied me enough.

so I went out on the balcony, with all the people walking or smoking a cigarette on their balcony, I crouched down and shit myself with great happiness.

It was so exiting and satisfying , 8/10.

[fluffylufff]

"Rise's Impromptu Accident" (Originally posted 19/5/2023) DL: https://mega.nz/file/YrJ2mIxb#dPNV-KB5khsRolZs8ek9qWCJCEdhRJ1UcT4o_aBnAfo

[trazon]

An immogression escape room.

The trick here is to not overthink the puzzle, unfortunately these four couldn't process that Even when they weren't being dumbed down.

[wet-and-wedgied]

Rhys’ Diarrhea Disaster

(This is a fictional desperation story)

Rhys was a performer at the local Renaissance Fair and this year they gone all out, managing to book it on a vast estate of some wealthy history buff who’d recreated a medieval castle, complete with a most and a garden maze. Rhys, a good-looking young man in his twenties with green eyes and blond hair had been tasked with acting as a noble seneschal, greeting guests and introducing other performers. It was easy enough and fun, and he got to wear a cool recreation of a 16th century outfit, old fashion shoes complete with white tights, short black and gold pantaloons and a tight fitting matching doublet with puffy sleeves and a feathered cape. The clothing was tight and hard to get in, and even harder to get out of, but not particularly uncomfortable.

Rhys, thus toon his break in his get-up, slipping into the back of one of the vendors and grabbed for himself a turkey leg. He joined a few other guys in chowing down, before it was time for him to back work.

“Greetings lords and ladies,” said Rhys with bravado as the latest wave of guests arrived. It was the afternoon and the sun was beating down on him, but it was one of the popular times. “Prepare thyself for feats most great and glorious, as ye King’s tournament draw near,” Rhys said, much to the delight of a family as he point to a mom where to find the jousting field. He was directing another guest to the exhibit on dungeon equipment when suddenly Rhys felt a low grumble in his stomach. He wrinkled his nose, confused. He had just eaten, he couldn’t be hungry. In fact he felt really full. Then he stiffened as a cramp struck him.

Rhys let out a low moan as he held his stomach, bending over. BBBRRBBPT! A short hot fart blasted out of Rhys. A guy walking by dressed like a jester laughed at him. Rhys’ face went red. His stomach growled again. He didn’t need to eat, he needed—PPPBRTRRT!—Uh— to expel something. A lot of something. Rhys groaned as his guts twisted and churned beneath the tight fabric of the doublet. God, he needed to take a dump, right this minute!

BBBRRRT! Rhys cradled his stomach, doubling over as another hot fart escaped him. This was loud, booming a it came out. People started to notice the costumed nobleman wasn’t looking quite so noble. But Rhys had just finished his break and he knew his boss would blow a gasket if he took another. BBBRRTNBBBPPPRTT! Oh that was a big one. He should think about anything having to blow! PPrRRT! Not to mention he was suppose to be staying in character

“Greetings lords and—“ Rhys grabbed his stomach again as another cramp struck him like a hammer. It felt like a battering ram of shot had just slammed into his asshole and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it back. His knees felt wobbly as he bent at the middle, more farts attacks hitting him, each growing louder and louder.

“eEEEW!” Yelled a boy covering his nose and pointing at Rhys. “He’s stinky!”

Bbpprt

PPRTT

BppPPPRT!

Rhys shifted uncomfortably. His stomach roiled he felt bloated and gassy against the tight fit of his doublet, and refusing to budge it press’s into his bubbling guys forcing out a series of farts.

“Oh man,” Rhys muttered, “that turkey leg really isn’t agreeing with me.” He pressed his legs together, but it was no use. He was going to shit, and it was up to him on if that was in a toilet or his pants. ���Screw it!” He gasped, and made a mad dash into the fair, bee-lining for the outhouses— Port-A-Potties decorated to look medieval— but was greeted a long line of other desperate fair goers. A line of other men who had eaten the turkey legs were clamoring for a spot, the sound of wet explosions disgustingly loud and clear to Rhys.

GRRearawwallRRL

Rhys whimpered as he held his stomach, shifting again and again in the line. Next to him another man let out a short gasp of relief and began pissing himself right then and there. The sight of the ever growing wet stain on the man’s shorts seem to have a reactionary effect on Rhys’ bladder which suddenly felt twice full.

BBBRRPPPBBBTTSHSWT!

Rhys grabbed his ass through the short pantaloons as another fart burst out of him, turning alarming wet at the end. He clenched his cheeks. “Oh God, there is no way I’m gonna make it!” Rhys groaned as he looked at the outhouses. He need somewhere else to go. He turned, desperately scanning for anything. His eyes focused on the maze. It looked most empty.

Rhys, one hand planted on his round ass and the other pressed between his legs and gripping his crotch ran across the commons and into the maze, stumbling through the many twist and turns, farting with each step. He finally came to a stop in a secluded corner as another cramp hit him and he doubled over.

“fuck it!” Rhys gasped as he resolved to pop a squat in the maze. He looked down at the pantaloons and began to work on the laces that went up the front against the bulge of his pulsing crotch. He moved as fast as he could, but there were so many, and the laces were done so tight. Panic started to set in as he tried to move faster. But the laces wouldn’t budge and the battering ram of hot loose shit was ready to breathe through.

“No! No, no, no, come on!” Rhys begged as he tried in vain to tug down the pantaloons of the white tights as his stomach chained like an angry volcano. “Please— please don’t make me shit myself!” He shook and squirmed, but it was no use as the battering ram of shit slammed against his hole and broke through.

“Aahhh… can’t hold it! AaaaAAHH!” Rhys moaned as a a thick wet turd the size of a soft ball burst through his hole and into his white tights. He gasped as the tights were instantly stained a muddy brown, the stench so thick it made him gag. And it was only the begging. He left out another moan as, the gates broken through, a tidal wave of soft diarrhea poured out of him in an uncontrollable burst into his pantaloons. It quickly filled them, Rhys left doubled over as he lost complete control of his bowls, soiling his costume. As he continued shitting himself , Rhys’ bladder too gave in. His eyes fluttered as he began peeing his pants, flooding the front as a golden waterfall fell over his fingers, frozen where they were still on his laces, streaming down his thigh and legs, mixing with the mudslide going down the back of his tights.

BLABBBBDGFFFBBBFFFFRT!

PLLOPPOPPOKLRRRBBBRRT!

SSPOOSSSLAAT!

Rhys whimpered as his pantaloons were filled, till his ass was swimming in the tidal wave of diarrhea, which came out in explosive blasts that Rhys helpless. The smell was toxic, the raw sewage his body was producing horribly rip as it started to mush up his back and onto his doublet as his guts bubbled and forced out more rancid fart into the growing mess. Rhys fell to his hands and knees, landing the massive puddle of his own shit and piss.

He breathed heavily as the diarrhea pouring out of him slowed. His entire outfit was ruined. His tights soaked, his shoes flooded with still hit urine sewage. He let out a small sob at his embarrassment, though despite it all a part of him was happy to have the release, though his gut still felt funny.

Rhys was finally able to strip out of his soiled clothes, wiping himself off as best he could. He was left entirely in the nude expect for his hat, which he held over his privates as he made his way through the maze. He figured everyone would be watching for the joust, so he could make a quick dash to the employee’s tent and grab his civilian cloths and book it. And he might have made it too.

But just as Rhys was reaching the maze entrance, not a soul in sight, he was hit with a second wave of explosive diarrhea. He let out a sharp, embarrassed gasp as he felt his bowels loose and he froze. Instinctively he grabbed the hat he’d been using to cover himself and placed it beneath him as he squatted. “Oh god, not an Again — UUaghhhAaaAAHH!”

BBBBRRRSSPLLAAATTT!

Rhys moaned loudly, his cheeks red as his ass erupted like a poop volcano beneath him into his hat. He gasped and groaned as wave after wave of explosive diarrhea blasted out of him hot as lava and disgustingly thick, filling the poor unfortunately hat till it was overflowing.

It was in the middle of this, Rhys shitting uncontrollably, emptying his bowels into his own hat when the joust ended and everyone came flooding back into the the commons. Suddenly all eyes were set squarely on Rhys and his diarrhea disaster.