The log is right at their backdoor, but no matter how hard they strain they can’t get it out. Now and then they manage to squeeze a fart from around the stool but instead of being satisfied they’re just frustrated that they can’t push out more.

Every night, they give themselves a belly rub with as much pressure as the hard, round mass can take. Their mornings often start with them waking up to an inch of hard shit poking out. They’re so overcome with the need to push that they roll over to put pressure on their belly and strain, clutching at the sheets and groaning into their pillow. They end up having to break it off with their fingers and proceed with their morning completely frustrated. As they spend their days lugging around what feels like a wrecking ball instead of a belly, they hope and pray for relief.

They’re walking in a public area when the urge to shit hits them out of nowhere and stops them in their tracks.

*dancing around* I-I Can’t… stop…..leakingggggg-.. ohh noooooo Q////Q”

Two things I love about @fluffy-omorashi:

- Holding after leaking

- Trying in vain to cover the wet spot

*swoons*

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin/Mayudzuki Daian | Daryan Crescend Characters: Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin, Mayudzuki Daian | Daryan Crescend Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Phoenix Wright Kink Meme, Scat, Pants soiling, pants messing Summary:

A fill for the PWKM “i want to see a male character soiling himself in his pants until it’s full, preferably under another character’s command and perhaps even in public if you want to go w that. you can choose the characters as long as they’re not related no infantalization/diaper stuff pls, and no actual sex w this one”

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Two fills for the PWKM. I may have gotten a little carried away, but I’m happy with them. Please let me know if there are any additional tags I should add.

Omg this is so good PHEW

imagine you're a live demonstration of pregnancy

this was a commission that I wrote on my blog, @widenmyhips ! please check it out if you’re interested in finding or commissioning me for more!

content: pregnancy, late-term pregnancy, academic setting, light teasing and humiliation, lactation

“Natalie Fields,” she heard her name, and looked up from her notes. Realizing the professor was looking right at her, her heart dropped. Dr. Loyola was a fairly attractive professor, for her age; silver streaks at her temples was the only break in a head of thick dark hair, which she left down as she paced the hall, lecturing junior level biology. Natalie’s heart dropped even lower when she realized her professor’s gaze was shared by all the other occupants of the room, all of which were fellow students.

She’d been told to expect this, but she hadn’t realized…of course being this pregnant would make it all so much worse. Being this pregnant made everything worse. She reached over and slid her notebook into her bag, her pen with it, and prepared herself to get up from the seat. They were so narrow, and only getting more narrow, it seemed, as the days passed. But she knew that wasn’t it. After eight months, the seats weren’t getting narrower; she was getting wider, she thought, as she anchored herself to the thin arms of the chair so that she could lift herself up, leading with her hips, the heaviest part of her by far. The sides of her already strained and sensitive belly were rounding out, stretching for her growing brood, trying to make more room where there was none. Her stance was changing, forcing her to waddle, to allow her newly thick thighs to swish past each other. Her ass was collecting fat where it hadn’t before, becoming dimpled with cellulite, perfecting itself for long hours spent sitting and resting, birthing, nursing. She took a deep breath to steady herself, after making the few steps to the front of the room, and her hand automatically went to her back, spine arching, trying to take the weight off of her hips. It didn’t work.

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Stinky Boy at the Park

I sighed with frustration as I stood at the top of the quarter pipe. This trip to the skate park was going to be a busy because of a rumbling in my stomach. I couldn’t focus on my tricks and the slightly crampy and bloated feeling was proving to be a total nuisance. I was diapered under my tan joggers, but there was no way I wanted to walk home with a load in my pants.

Deciding it was best to take care of my discomfort, I decided to start for home. As I walked through the park, the dull cramps in my stomach gave way to some soft gurgling. My body grew tense and I clutched my stomach through my soft black hoodie. Ugh, this was bad!

I felt a cold sweat break out across my brow as my steps grew uneasy. My muscles we’re beginning to clench and I suddenly felt my desperation growing. I was a champ at holding it; why was I freaking out?

I increased the speed of my careful, small steps. It felt like at any moment, my mess was going to make a swift exit into my seat. To make matters worse, I realized there was some kind of large gathering going on in the main park. I couldn’t turn back now. The fastest way out of the park was to quickly navigate through the crowd.

As I carefully and quickly weaved through the people, the desperation intensified. I could feel a warmth signaling that the load was ready to make an exit. My jaw tensed up and I drew in a breath. Just a few minutes and I would at least be out of the park.

Suddenly, someone bumped into me with enough force to knock my skateboard out of my arms. It was like slow motion. As I reached out for it, my concentration broke and my muscles unclenched.

As my board went crashing to the ground, my stanced bowed as a warm, sticky log forced it’s way out into my seat. The pressure caused it to mash into a sticky, muddy pile as more poop came churning out with a stream of loud crackling.

“Are you okay?” I didn’t even realize that the guy who bumped my board out of my hands had been watching me with a mixture of pity and hesitation on his face. I immediately felt the searing heat of embarrassment wash over my face as this guy watched me helplessly poop in my pants like a toddler. I silently nodded slowly and scrambled to crouch down to retrieve my board.

Crouching was a mistake. The mess intensified and the sticky, thick warmth spread and smeared across my seat. A slight scent wafted upward, but luckily my hoodie kept too much from wafting further.

“Unggghhh!” I gave a push and kept my eyes down to the ground. Crouching in my shameful state of filth, I couldn’t bear to look at the people staring at me. Overcome with embarrassment, I began to uncontrollably wet my diaper as well. I grabbed the front of my pants out if shock and gasped. The flood of sticky poop finally stopped, but it felt as if I had five pounds of warm fudge sitting in my diaper.

I quickly grabbed my skateboard and waddled away from the crowd. I knew that the back of my pants were bulging and sagging badly at this point. As I walked, the messy warmth mashed against my bottom and I felt myself instantly get hard. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, which made me feel strangely hotter. Once I was out of sight from the crowd, I hid behind a dumpster and felt my seat.

The warmth was intoxicating and I sighed as I began to knead it slowly and heavily.

I would have to take care of the tent in my pants when I got home, preferably before cleaning up…

there is not enough fancy/business men in suits being betrayed and humiliated by their own body content this is SOOOO 

Cock warming someone who needs to pee. They're hard, it's stopping them leaking for now but they keep squirming, moaning, it's getting so hard to keep in and then you feel it.

The first leak squirts out into you, they squeak, fidgetting more and more as the leak gave them a taste of release and their bladder is begging for more, and now. They don't want to pee in you. They try to move their legs round to help hold but you pin them. They lift them up, accidentally pulling them further apart making the need to pee even stronger. They're whining now, you feel another leak escape, more powerful than the last.

"gonna g-gonna pee" they force out, another leak escaping. Their pee hole is burning, tickling, they can feel pee making its way down their cock and every desperation wave brings it closer, closer, closer to their tip that they desperately want to hold onto but can't. Oh. Oh it's coming.

You begin moving, grinding down, each time little shots of pee also make their way out. Everytime they moan desperately under you, trying to lock up their muscles, holding tightly into the chair as their body starts releasing uncontrollably inside of you.