There was a special ball being thrown in town, and A & B were organizers who had been helping prepare for a couple months, making sure everything was right. The decor, the bouquets, catering, waiting, bussing, and music. They were more than excited to see the turnout and spend the night dancing with each other, rubbing elbows with their colleagues and friends.

Come the night of the ball, A and B rode together, singing to their favorite music. A wore a deep purple suit, with floral embroidery, and a bowtie to match. B wore a matching gown that hugged from their shoulder to their behind, becoming loose and flowy around their legs. The two of them chatted happily about who they'd invited and what business they'd talk about, A keeping their hand on B's thigh the whole way.

Upon arriving, the ballroom was set up splendidly, just as planned. There was already quite a few people and healthy chatter. Gorgeous bouquets placed around the edges, the dining areas along the sides of the dance floor in two tiers with candle lights, and two long charcuterie table spreads at either end.

A and B both went their separate ways to socialize and take part in the appetizers and drinks. A went with their friends and a couple business partners to a balcony with a classic old fashioned, a plate of cheeses and fruits, and a cigar. B stayed inside, meeting with friends at the spread they arranged. The spreads A and B agreed on with their team was frivolous in taste, with great variety. There were assorted crackers and bread, and fruits both dried and fresh. For the cheeses, there was muenster, brie, yellow and white cheddar, blue cheese, and feta. For meats, there was prosciutto, salami, and pepperoni. It was impressive and incredibly tempting.

"B, you and everyone else did amazing organizing this, I'm sure I'll be stuffed when I go home tonight."

They smiled, "Thank you, I ordered catering in excess to be sure," they gestured to their full plate, "Don't forget there's an open bar between the balconies."

The others looked over, ears perked.

"Oh, do tell me you have rosé.."

"And some good vodka, with a good bartender ?"

"Of course, I did say it was open!"

After ordering from the bar and heading to a table, B chatted and laughed with friends, finishing their plate a while before dinner would be served. Having eaten so quickly and having a glass of champagne, B's gut was already feeling some turbulence, letting out a noisy gurgle. They felt bubbles coming up their throat, and swallowed them down, blushing. B's friends heard the noise, piping up to tease,

"Your belly rumbling already?"

"Awe, are you still hungry B?"

They put their hand on their stomach under the table, gently rubbing, hoping to silence it. "Ha, just a bit," they laughed, "but I'll wait for dinner so everyone else can get some of the spread. And like you said, C, we'll all definitely be full after this, just wait till you see what we've planned."

To B's dismay, their belly let out another loud series of gurgles and squelches. They felt their food and air shifting around, emptying into their small intestine. Some air bubbled upward, leading to a belch that couldn't be stifled this time. They covered their mouth quickly,

"E-excuse me, that must be from the champagne..."

Their friends laughed, C, patting their own gut and letting out a rattling burp.

"Oof, I'm there with you, B. Just wait till after dinner."

They laughed along, feeling less embarrassed, for now.

"Don't forget dessert, too."

Before dinner, A returned inside, finding B to have a dance with them. They held each other close, providing some relief for the pressure already in B's stomach. A noticed, feeling some vibrations against their own stomach, but they didn't say anything.

"Did you have a good time with your friends, darling?"

"I did, we have a good deal of laughter you know. C is doing very well, she has a fiance, now. Did you, my love?"

"I did, we discussed some projects moving forward from next month, and planned an outting soon."

"I'm glad to hear that, you don't relax nearly enough."

After a short while of dancing to the lovely musicians tunes, the waiters all walked out with platters, and more bottles of wine.

Once they all lined up, it was announced by the lead organizer that the main course would be served. A and B headed off to sit together with all of their friends. B put a hand on their belly, feeling a dull ache beginning, regretting eating so much so soon.

Upon everyone sitting, they were served. First was soup and salad, the soup being a mushroom bisque. Following shortly after, they were served with choices between the main dishes. There was a creamy pasta with mushrooms cooked in wine and garlic, lasagna with fresh herbs and parmesan, or a steak with shrimp, and various sides to satisfy any guests. B contemplated, knowing the steak would be far too much, and they didn't want to leave any food on their plate for the staff to clean. Either pasta would surely mess with their belly even more, but it was better than being rude or anything of the sort. Making their way through the mushroom pasta, they sipped on a glass of red wine and some water. They felt full and bloated already, wishing for relief. Soon enough after finishing their meal, dessert came, and they rubbed their stomach passively with pressure. At first, they declined the cake and ice cream. Though, their dear friend, C, spoke up again,

"Come on, you've earned it, working hard to make this night happen. You deserve to indulge with the rest of us."

A, having noticed their trouble, stroked their side, "Only if you feel like it though, love."

B smiled, trying their best to uphold their politeness, "C is right, and I wouldn't want to be rude to the chef and cooks when we've hired them to cook for so many."

Despite their stomach's protests, they ate the cake, and the ice cream, still sipping their wine. They were glad they decided to eat it, as it was delicious. The salted caramel was rich and wonderfully gooey. They chatted and laughed for a while, rubbing the tender spots in their tummy under the table. B was blissfully unaware that their partner was looking in concern. A had indulged a bit themself, sharing the bloat with B. But B, they ate much more than usual, their gut even more rounded out than during their dance. A knew that B's belly would be throwing a fit, remembering their wedding night. God, their belly was so rumbly and full of air.. it was amazing.. A shook off the thought, knowing they'd see it all the more later, and returned to socializing and eating.

Like clockwork, B's tummy cramped, feeling like lightning. They felt rumbles all around their sides and lower belly, in their large intestine. There was enough chatter and music to cover the noise when a fart rumbled out of B without their permission. They clutched their belly, blushing and embarrassed all over again. A saw their expression change, and watched in worry and interest as the smell hit and B stood up.

"Excuse me, I've got to visit the powder room to freshen up a bit. I'll be back shortly."

A few of their friends looked over, seeing B's pooched out gut, understanding quickly. They walked away quickly, a hand still cradling their stomach. Once across the ballroom and out of their friends' eyeline, they pulled the drawstring off the curtain to the balcony door for privacy, and went outside. They sat and rubbed their stomach, letting out a belch. "Ohh... .. I should not have eaten so much dairy..."

Their belly grumbled, and they felt the bubbles move through their intestines and downward. A few seconds later, they couldn't control it, and a toot rumbled out, deep and long, not at all quiet. B groaned, rubbing their gut in circles, letting out some more gas. They were deeply regretting their dietary decisions at this point, everything sloshing and bubbling, cramping all over. Their dress was definitely a bit stretched from this evening. Not to mention, the foul and impolite gas leaving either end of their digestive tract... They felt terribly embarrassed having stuffed themselves, and having digestive troubles in public with their friends and colleagues.

Their belly didn't quit pitching a fit, gurgling and squelching, pushing air up, down, and out, so B didn't dare leave their seat on the balcony. Inside, A was still chatting with all their friends and enjoying themself. Though, they noticed B's prolonged absence, and checked their watch. It had been well over fifteen minutes, and A worried they were having some rough tummy troubles, so they excused themself,

"I'm going to check on B, they've been gone for a while."

C was also a bit worried, "Ah, there was a lot of dairy served and I may have encouraged them to eat more.. I do hope they're alright."

"I do too."

As A approached, B heard the knob to the balcony door turn, and they straightened up, removing their hand from their stomach.

"Are you doing alright darling? You've been gone from the table for a while."

"I suppose you are right.. I'm okay though, just getting some fresh air."

A sat next to them, putting their hand on B's shoulder knowingly. Inevitably, B's stomach emitted a deep rumble, and their hand flew to it for comfort. They clenched, trying their best to hold in their pungent and obnoxious gas in front of their partner.

"E-excuse me, dear. I'm sorry about that noise."

"Oh love, you don't need to apologize for that, I know your stomach is unhappy."

B blushed, looking down, and squeezing A's hand. A squeezed back, putting their other hand on B's stomach. They felt it, applying pressure. It was hard, and the pressure caused a gurgle and a hiss of discomfort from B.

A continued rubbing B's belly with pressure, causing more gurgles, and more for B to have to hold back.

"Oh, darling.. it's very bubbly in there, you must have so much gas."

B was successful at least for a minute at holding it back, even if it meant more grumbles and cramps.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, A.. all the dairy is disagreeing terribly with me."

"I thought so my, dear," A smiled softly, blushing, "I felt your tummy rumbling while we danced, and I saw later at the table you were getting more.. uh.. bloated and you held your stomach."

B blushed, looking away, speaking quietly,

"I really shouldn't have indulged so much.. I feel so embarrassed. I'm sure everyone saw.."

"Don't worry about that, now. If anything, they're worried and hope you feel better."

More deep rumbles sounded off in B's intestines, cueing A to apply more pressure. This made B's belly cramp terribly, the rumbles heading downward toward their rectum. Their hand flew to A's to stop the pressure, but it didn't make a difference. A low and bubbly fart rumbled out of B's backend, lasting a few seconds.

B blushed and looked down, clutching their lower belly. They could still feel the bubbles rumbling through.

"E-excuse me, A, I'm so sorry. I-I couldn't hold it…"

Another cramp hit B, and they gasped, a long string of bassy, gurgly gas leaving them. It smelled a bit of rotten eggs, making their belly churn even more.

"Oh lord, I'm so so sorry. I really don't feel well."

A smiled, and chuckled lightly, trying to comfort B.

"Darling, it's alright, like I said. I know your stomach is quite gassy. I honestly think I will be later, too," They said, unbuttoning their jacket to show B their own rounded out tummy. "It's alright to indulge on special nights. I want you to feel better, so may I rub it again?"

B frowned, unsure, but looked up to see A's smile and loving eyes.

They nodded, "Yes, y-you may."

A returned their hand to B's bloated gut, and slowly began rubbing, more pressure with each circle. B rested their head upon A's shoulder, gripping their jacket. They both felt the bubbles and stomach contents shifting very easily, intriguing A. Most of the activity remained along their sides and below their belly button. A pressed a bit harder, working B's lower stomach. They whined, gripping tighter. A few short toots bubbled out of them, and more gurgles followed, everything in their intestines moving down.

"Oh.. Please excuse me for those…"

"Of course, B. I want you to let it out and feel better."

"O-okay, only if you're sure.. dinner is disagreeing with me more than a little bit…"

"I'm sure, darling. Relax your tummy."

B did as their partner said, hesitantly. As they relaxed their muscles, their belly groaned, and showed how bloated they truly were. They came to the party with a toned, nearly flat stomach. Now, their dress was stretched slightly, and they looked pregnant.

B whined into A's shoulder, their guts twisting and cramping as an airy fart exploded out of their rectum.

"Ohhh, my belly.. I'm so sorry, please make it stop, A."

"I will my love, just let it out and I'll keep rubbing."

A began using both hands and used their fingers to apply pressure on B's stomach. The gurgling was deep and low, and it smelled even more of eggs now, as B couldn't help letting out their gas any longer. Below B's belly button, it was rumbling constantly and audibly.

"My goodness, you're very bubbly, B…"

A decided to start rubbing with one hand around B's belly button, hoping to soothe their troubles. Not long after, a liquidy rush of bubbles was heard, and B felt it move downward. They squeezed A's shoulder, a cramp rolling through their colon.

They were very lucky no others decided to utilize the balcony to the left, as following that ominous gurgle, B let out the worst of their gas yet. It was deep and long, ending with a string of wet and gurgly bubbles.

"God .. I'm so sorry," B moaned out as more wet gas exited them freely.

"My bowels are a mess… please excuse me, I can't control it…"

"I promise, I don't mind. Would you like to go home early darling? I-I have something to share with you, and I can give you medicine to make it feel better."

Their belly gurgled, and they sighed, "Yes please. I would only embarrass myself if we stayed. What is it you would like to tell me?"

A stood and held their hand out for B, wanting to tell them now, "It's nothing much, and it should wait till we're home and you're relaxed anyway, love."

B tooted again as they stood, the sound ending with a sputter, "Alright my dear. Excuse my gas again, please."

"It's quite alright, love."

B was not looking forward to what else the heavy dairy would do to them if their gas was already like this. A, on the other hand... they were lucky to be wearing a long enough jacket to hide their excitement.

A patted B's stomach gently, "We'd better get going quick."

"I agree, I can barely hold it back.. and I'm still feeling bloated.."

They both walked inside from the balcony, A with their arm around B's waist and a hand on their tummy. B put their hand atop A's, and clenched their rectum to keep from letting out too much gas. They made their way to bid their friends goodbye, C wishing them to feel better.

They left the ballroom, walking through the parking lot to their car. A helped B into their seat, quickly getting in the drivers side. As soon as B buckled in, they unclenched, a series of gurgles echoing in their gut, and a long and gurgly fart burst out. They groaned, pressing their tummy, worried for their underwear. They felt just awful, letting out such foul gas in front of their partner. The sound and smell were offensive. The endless bubbling and cramps in their tummy were ignorable. Though, they just couldn't stop thinking on how their friends heard and saw their upset tummy, and they ended up leaving because of it. Just because B was gassy with the bubble guts.

"I'm so sorry for ruining the night, A. I know you don't want to be hearing or smelling my stomach troubles…"

A turned on the car and A/C, then squeezing B's thigh, "I'd rather be with you tonight after all the activity anyways. Plus, that one was the most impressive yet, dear. I want you to get all of that out of you and feel better. Let's hope there isn't much traffic for your poor stomach."

B groaned in unison with their gut, farting again.

"Ugh… let's."

Sadie is pretty used to the two hour bus ride across town to get home from work. She usually listens to music and scrolls social media, trying to look unapproachable enough that no one will speak to her. It’s not that bad, really, and she can’t afford a car

Today, though, it’s a lot more uncomfortable than normal. She’s been feeling bloated all day, and it’s just seemed to get worse since she sat down on the bus, her stomach gurgling with built up gas. It’s barely twenty minutes in when the pressure gets bad enough that she can’t hold back a long fart. It’s silent, thankfully, but the smell is terrible. She tries to surreptitiously crack open the window: if anything, the pressure in her guts has only gotten worse, and she’s pretty sure that won’t be her only burst of flatulence.

Her stomach hurts so much. It’s not even five minutes before she’s pushing out another fart, desperate for some relief. The person sitting across the aisle from her sniffs and looks around, frowning. Sadie shifts in her seat and farts again, putting a hand on her stomach as it gurgles.

The pressure builds further, and she starts to push again before abruptly realizing that something much more solid than gas is pressing at her hole. She barely manages to clench in time, grinding her butt into the bus seat. She still has an hour and a half left, and she has to shit, now.

It feels like all the pressure in her guts has suddenly moved downward as she cramps horribly. She puts a hand beneath her and rocks against it, biting her lip as she tries desperately not to lose control. She makes it five minutes before another fart bubbles out of her, staining her underwear. The person across the aisle gives her a look and moves to a different part of the bus.

Despite her best efforts, little toots of gas keep bubbling out of her, each bringing a little more mess with it than the last. She’s still got more than an hour left when the first log starts pushing out properly, and she clenches as hard as she cn, barely managing to suck it back in.

She’s digging the nails of one hand into her leg as hard as she can, fighting the unbearable pressure in her stomach and trying not to attract any more attention to herself as she turtleheads. She’s still got more than 45 minutes left when the first log pushes out far enough that she can’t get it back in. Even pressing with her hand isn’t enough to stop it: it slowly mushes against the barrier of her pants and underwear, sliding further and further out despite her best efforts to stop it. 

She takes her hand out from beneath herself, gripping the seat instead. She can’t handle having to feel the bulge growing beneath her, knowing that it will be obvious as soon as she stands.

The first log finally breaks off, followed by a long expulsion of gas. She manages to clench closed before more mess can come out, and she manages to hold it back for almost ten minutes before a torrent of bubbly mush explodes out of her, squishing up the back of her shirt. She’s lost all control and it just keeps pushing out of her; it can’t be more than a minute or two really, but it feels like a small eternity of cramping and shitting

Her stomach has visibly deflated by the time she’s done, although it’s still gurgling unpleasantly. 

She’s sitting in her mess, still twenty minutes from home, when a large group of people get on the bus. It goes from being nearly empty to being full, including someone sitting right next to her. The uptick in anxiety is all her stomach needs to start cramping urgently again. 

She can’t even squirm,  aggressively aware of the man sitting next to her; if she moves, the smell of her poop will certainly intensify noticeably, and he’s bound to associate that with her shifting. There’s no initial gas this time, just another log of poop pushing insistently at her hole.

There’s less than ten minutes to her stop when it starts pushing out properly, and the rest of the ride is spent in frozen, miserable acceptance as she slowly poops herself again, several logs coming out as she fights them every step of the way. She nearly misses her stop, caught in the horror of the feeling. 

She gives a little push as she taps the person next to her to let them know she needs off: she’s just hoping to not be actively pooping when she gets up, but of course this causes not only the rest of the log to push out but also a loud bubbly fart. The man looks at her in disgust as he stands to get out of her way, and it feels like everyone in the bus is staring at her as she waddles to the door. 

Her tight, light colored jeans are no doubt showing off her accident in a very obvious way. Even once she’s off the bus, it feels like there must be eyes on her everywhere. She has to walk through a busy area of town to get home, and her stomach is still cramping, causing her to let out bubbly farts as she hurries toward home, feeling the large mess shifting against her bottom with every step        

Imagine ur fave having awful diarrhea and trying desperately to get through their day so they put a buttplug in their ass to try to keep it all in

They get super bloated and their stomach is audibly gurgling and growling as diarrhea churns around in their intestines, all they wanna do is rub it but they have things they have to do

They can’t hold it forever though and the pressure inside them gets so high that they eventually freeze up, their tummy growling like mad, and watery shit shoots out around the plug in their ass. Soon enough they push the plug out and just unload no matter where they are