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

Your FC feels their stomach gurgle, and they push their ass against their chair as hard as they can, working to hold everything in

Their SO denied them a chance to shit this morning, telling them they weren’t allowed to release their load until they got home from work. It’s a game they’ve never played before, and this morning FC was excited about it. Now they’re regretting that promise as they release a series of uncontrollably bubbly farts, further staining their already soiled underwear (they hadn’t made it two hours before sharting the first time, and by now there’s a not insubstantial bit of mess squishing between their cheeks as they squirm urgently)

They’re lucky they have an office to themself, but of course they’ll have to walk past dozens of coworkers in an hour when they finally get off and they’re fairly certain the only reason they haven’t had a full fledged accident is that they’re sitting down. They’re pretty desperate to pee at this point as well, but relieving that need would require standing and walking past coworkers as well, and if they lift their ass off the chair they’re going to poop

Not that they aren’t pooping anyway: they let out another toot and feel a large log start to press out of their hole before they clench with everything they have and suck it back in. They’ve given up any semblance of trying to get work done and are just sitting holding their stomach with their pants unbuttoned, desperately fighting their guts

The log pushes out further on the next cramp, and clenching hard only manages to break the tip off, adding to the mess in their pants. 45 minutes and they’re already losing it: they’ve got only a minute or two between cramps now, and each one is more forceful than the last

The log pushes out again, this time getting far enough to mush against the chair before they stop it. At this point there’s really no arguing that they haven’t pooped their pants, but they have to do what they can to minimize the severity. There’s probably not much of a bulge yet; maybe if they hurry past their coworkers no one will notice. It’s close enough to five that they can probably get away with leaving, right?

It’s not even 4:30. They can hang on for a few more minutes, right? To distract themself, they pull out their phone and text their SO: “I’m already making a mess of my pants, I have to go so bad. Can I come home early?”

The reply is immediate: “Stay until 5:05”

They’re never going to last that long. Just the thought of it has their stomach cramping again, and a large amount of mess squishes out of them with a squelch. They clench as hard as they can and decide on damage control over pleasing their SO; it’s not like SO will know when they left their desk, and they’d much rather have the rest of this accident in their car.

Standing up is a bad choice: even though they instantly cross their legs and clench as hard as they can, they feel more mess pushing out, accompanied by some more bubbling farts, and their bladder starts to give out as well: a hot spurt of pee soaks their underwear. They fight it as hard as they can, finally getting enough control to unclench their legs and step towards the door. Even though it’s not a large office, by the time they’re at the door they have to cross their legs again desperately as more waste urges out

They stand there with their hand in the knob, poop slowly sliding into their pants, one hand pressed tightly to their now-damp crotch, for probably thirty seconds before they have enough control to straighten up and walk down the hall to the elevator

They make it only a few steps before they lose control again, but they can’t stop, power walking as quickly as they can even though pee is spurting out with every step and a log of poop is sliding further and further out of them. They have to wait for the elevator, and they clench their legs together as tightly as possible. It feels like there are a thousand eyes on them: there’s pee running down the inside of their legs and there has to be a bulge in their pants by now.

To their horror, another loud shart explodes out of them as soon as they step forwyard to get on the elevator. Thankfully no one is inside.

Once the doors shut behind them, their hands are in their crotch again, desperately trying not to make a puddle in the elevator. The stink of their mess is almost unbearable, especially as they keep letting out bubbly farts

They leave a trail of brown-tinged pee as they all but run through the lobby of the building to get out to the parking garage where their car is. Once they’re outside they stop fighting their pee, leaning against a pillar as they soak their pants, uncaring of the large puddle left at their feet.

They stay there for a few minutes as their stomach cramps again, pushing out another large explosion of mess. They’re tempted to just stay there and finish their accident, but the rest of the office will be coming out soon and they can’t be seen like this

They hurry to their car, farting with every step. Sitting in this mess sounds so repulsive that they hesitate on arrival to the car, not even trying to fight the next log of shit that pushes against their hole, even pushing a little to urge it along. There’s a loud crackling sound as they absolutely fill their pants. Some of it starts to slide down the back of their legs as it overwhelms their underwear

They finally get enough of a break to get in the car, and their mess seems to squish everywhere as they sit down. They close the door and roll down the windows to vent the smell before pushing again. The mess squishes up the back of their shirt as the ride out the next wave.

After that they still need to go, but a lot less urgently; they know their SO will be pleased if they aren’t totally empty when they get home, and it’s not so bad they can’t drive now. Plus it’s finally almost five: if they say traffic was good their SO will never know they left early

The need climbs as they drive home, to the point where they nearly pull over to finish up. But they power through it, and half an hour later they’re still successfully turtleheading the next log when they make it into their driveway.

Their SO is waiting by the door, and looks terribly pleased when FC has to cross their legs desperately to keep control as they get out of the car.

“God,” FC says. “I’m about to shit my pants.”

SO’s smile grows, and they come down to inspect FC’s current state. “Looks like you have already shit your pants to me,” they say. “Can’t possibly still need a bathroom after this.” They lay one hand on the bulge in the back of FC’s pants, and one on their stomach, pressing gently.

The log pushes out of FC, followed by a very very wet fart. FC clenches desperately against the last of the mess. “Please,” they say, “I have to go so badly, I’m not going to make it.”

“Come sit with me on the porch swing,” SO says, pressing more firmly against FC’s stomach. “It’s such a lovely evening.”

“Ung,” FC says, releasing what feels like the last of their mess loudly into their pants.

SO grins, and draws FC with them up onto the porch, pressing them to sit. There’s an audible squishing sound as their mess mushes underneath them, and their pants are cold and wet, but if their SO wants them to stay outside, outside they’ll stay.

yearning for a gf that would let me feed her mildly poisonous plants after a big, home cooked meal and then let me take care of her in the aftermath.

because a couple people wanted to know more, here’s a quick list of mild plant poisons that might be of interest. ofc be very careful if you want to use these irl but most shouldn’t be too dangerous and are used in folk medicine.

alder buckthorn- bark and berries work as a potent laxative. one of the safest ones on the list but that one will definitely clear your bowels out.

hazelworth/asarabacca- used as an emetic, this one will cause violent vomiting in under 30 minutes. i found some sources say I bf it has laxative effects as well but im not certain.

common hedgenettle- while the flowering stems are used for easing infections of the respiratory system, the roots is mildly poisonous and will cause vomiting and diarrhea for a day or two.

black elder- ripe berries and flowers are edible and really tasty, but anything else including leaves, stems, and bark contain cyanogenic glycosides which cause vomiting and sever diarrhea. be careful with this one though, because repeated or frequent consumption might cause a buildup of these chemicals in the body.

herb-paris: you have never seen a plant that wants you to eat it’s berries more. seriously, google how it looks and tell me it isn’t just beckoning you. the berries and the rest of the plant however are very much poisonous. this is the only one on the list that is known to kill people occasionally, though mostly children or people with previous medical conditions. for a healthy adult it should be just a couple days of stomach cramps, diarrhea, and vomiting, alongside dilated pupils and difficult breathing in more severe cases. do not try this one out, it’s not worth it.

Me personally I have no interest in this in IRL context but this is sooo good for writing thank u OP!

I don't know what's up with me tonight but I really feel like sitting on a partner's lap while they're on the toilet and making out with them/kissing their neck like that Even better if they reeeeallly needed the bathroom.

Ok it was not just last night I’m dying to be all over someone while they push and groan against my mouth... and their stomach is all puffed out and letting out weird whiny gurgles 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Even better if I pushed on their tummy while necking them and they grunt and get more waste and gas forced out...

omg if they’re gritting out complaints and whines about their stomach during like “oh, god I’m so full”, “ugh my stomach is cramping”, or announce/utter warnings like “fuck baby I’m about to blow” 

🥵🥵 going insane actually 

I don't know what's up with me tonight but I really feel like sitting on a partner's lap while they're on the toilet and making out with them/kissing their neck like that Even better if they reeeeallly needed the bathroom.

Ok it was not just last night I’m dying to be all over someone while they push and groan against my mouth... and their stomach is all puffed out and letting out weird whiny gurgles 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Even better if I pushed on their tummy while necking them and they grunt and get more waste and gas forced out...

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This is a gift for @shameeater

So sorry for the grammar/vocabulary mistakes:(

The sickfic bot helped me a lot with the english expressions 😊🙏🏻

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"Let's have a feast, darling." Dazai said, spreading an elaborate spread out over the dining table and setting a glass of wine for his boyfriend.

Overhead, the crystal chandelier casts gentle sparkles on the surfaces below, the glow dancing off of the fine china and silverware spread out in a neat arrangement. Dazai steps to Chuuya's side, laying the napkin across his lap and pulling out the chair for him.

“I hope you like the dinner I have prepared, I have spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen…”

Dazai kisses his cheek, taking his glass and pouring him a glass of wine as well. Then he sits down, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he admires his boyfriend.

"Let me tie you to the chair... This is part of the dinner show that I have prepared for this very special night." Said Dazai whispering into Chuuya's ear, in an affectionate tone.

Chuuya nodded, letting his boyfriend tie his wrists to the chair, being the obedient dog that Dazai liked.

"Mmmm I think you won't be able to enjoy the food with your hands tied like this, let me feed you." Dazai began to spoon feed Chuuya, his boyfriend was not opposed, he enjoyed every bite that Dazai fed him, he gladly accepted the food. But something was... off.

The muscles in his stomach begin to rumble. "...What?" Dazai asks, but the moment his partner begins to groan, he understands. His smile grows even wider, eyes glinting with anticipation. With each passing moment, their belly rumbles grow more incessant and violent.

His mouth was watering, his stomach gurgling, like his gut somehow knew something was amiss.

But it was too late.

"I'm... I'm...""I'm not feeling too hot." Dazai watched as his love contracted his stomach and moaned. His face contorted as he struggled to hold in a gut-wrenching fart and failed, the rancid scent filling the room. Dazai snickered. "Heh. I like it when you let your guard down."

Dazai leaned forward, his hands massaging Chuuya's belly. He could feel his gut gurgling, churning and churning. And then Chuuya let loose a massive, thunderous rip. Dazai smiled devilishly. "Oh... did I forget to warn you?"Chuuya couldn't answer between his gut-wrenching gasps and sobs.

"I added some special ingredients, darling." He smirked as he stroked Chuuya's bloated belly. "Some laxatives."

Chuuya let out a panicked whine as he felt his bowels fill with what felt like fire. He squirmed against his handcuffs, desperate to be set free. Dazai smirked as his partner bucked and writhed.

“But why would you do that? You also ate this food, do you want to have diarrhea too? God...my tummy hurts…”

"It's a small mercy that you're already cuffed to that chair." In spite of his partner's protests, he began kissing his belly, his hands still roaming over him, occasionally kneading and massaging his innards. “To be honest...I love the idea of suffering the effects of laxatives at the same time as you.”

He could feel Chuuya's pain, his struggle to retain his dignity. But it was too much. His partner let out a long, low groan and blasted a messy, foul-smelling shart. Inching his face toward his lover's tortured expression, he whispered, "Let it out, sweet thing."

And a river of diarrhea gushed from his rear, splattering his thighs and soaking into his clothes like a swamp. His stomach growled and grumbled from the violence and strain of it. He struggled some more against the cuffs, but they held firm.

Dazai just laughed and laughed at him. "You've made a bit of a mess of yourself," he chortled."Please," Chuuya squealed, tears streaking down his face, "Can't you see I'm in misery?!

Dazai grabbed his lover's wrists and planted his weight against their body, pressing down and into the hot, moist mess between their thighs. "Oh, look at that. It's not done." His lover's cheeks reddened even further as round two erupted.

Dazai continued to grind down, squeezing his lover's swollen rear as the latter's bowels expelled a new round of burning, wet stools.

Every time Chuuya tried to squirm his way free, he just sank deeper into his filth.

The smell was overpowering, but Dazai just laughed and laughed. "Oh—ha ha, look what you've done. Tsk tsk, darling. You're so disgusting. But you like that, don't you." He leaned down so that their foreheads almost touched.

"Mm, love the aroma," he croons, "Why don't I give you something to really moan about...?"

Chuuya’s lips, quivering and trembling, slowly part. He moan with a desperate, animalistic hunger. "Just hurry..." he choke out, eyes squeezing shut as they brace their thighs to hold the contents of their bowels at bay any longer.

Dazai takes his chin with gentle fingers, turning his face upwards until they meet his hungry gaze. He grins down at them. "Oh, I *will* hurry. Don't you worry."

He growls against his ear, his teeth sinking into their earlobe. A whimper escapes Chuuya's lips as he struggle against his bonds, his legs wriggling and pressing against him.

Dazai begins to nibble and suckle, tasting and savoring his ear. This only drives his belly further towards its limit, his entire body quaking, their bowels groaning and begging to he released.

Dazai chuckles cruelly, his saliva dripping onto their chin. He grips their neck firmly, holding them in place as he begins to whisper to him, the air tickling his ear and making him shiver. "There's so much in there," he croons, "I can't wait to make you explode. You're going to feel *so* good..."

He continues to suck and nibble on their ear and neck, his jaw working like a set of pistons, his own stomach grumbling in time with him.

“Mmmm I can feel my intestines twisting...Oh god…” Dazai said in a sultry tone, his eyes rolling back and saliva dripping from the corners of his lips.

The sound of the deluge from his ass is enough to send him into a laughing fit, the scent of the foul effluence he's just released making them both gag and choke and wheeze.

"Nnngh I can't take it anymore, my love." Dazai began to uncontrollably expel a torrent of runny diarrhea against his boyfriend's thighs while Chuuya shudders and shrieks and strains against his bindings, both of their eyes squeezed shut now.

And as Dazai begins to come down from his own bowel explosion, his eyes open.

His partner lies in a pool of hot diarrhea, trembling and whimpering, their stomachs gurgling a final protest.

Thank you so much!! 

(Idea post for anyone wondering), I’m so happy someone fleshed out my tiny horny blurb idea into an actual little story 🫠🖤

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