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Sometimes when I'm home alone, I take my pants off, pee into a cup, and drink it.
I love the idea of a man turning me into his toilet and forcibly filling me with piss and shit in every hole. I want him to piss and cum in my ass, then plug it up so it can't get out. I want him to tie me to the wall, fart and shit on my face, and make me smell him.
I want to be forced to smell and taste his feet and armpits, his ass and balls, while he abuses me and treats me like a pig.
#fetish #urination #piss #pee #drink #scat #poop #shit #bdsm
My fetish is eating poop I love it
I'm a girl in my mid-teens, a little chubby, smallish boobs. I have a great boyfriend, way better than I deserve really, he's hot, he's a total hunk, and on the football and baseball teams. We were having sex and for the last month or so he's been playing with my butt. Inserting his fingers, even while he's inside me having sex, he reaches down and will put a finger in my butt. He finally told me he needed to change things a bit and wanted to have sex in my butthole. I let him do it. But I guess I wasn't thinking, definitely wasn't prepared. While he was doing it, I asked him to stop and told him I needed to go to the bathroom but he wouldn't stop. I could feel as he was moving in and out of me back there that he had some poo on his penis. I couldn't help it, he wouldn't stop. I pooped all over us both. He kept going until he finished, and he told me to go get some towels, when I came back he made me pose for some pictures of my dirty behind, and even put his penis back in me to take more pictures. I cleaned him off first, then me. I'm not sure he wants to see me anymore, he hasn't returned my calls for 2 days.
I am so embarrassed.
#poop #accidental #anal
I'm 30 years old and laying across my GF lap with a diaper on and 2 laxatives shoved up my ass. My asshole is starting to pucker and the cramps are getting really bad. She likes me holding it in, but I love letting it go next 5 maybe 10 minutes I'm going to let everything relax and explode in my diaper. She like holding my butt outside my diaper when I go, even though she gags for several minutes after I shit. After massaging my shitty diaper all over my ass for awhile, she'll flip me over and clean up every bit of my huge mess. The best part, it's her fetish not mine, grown men making huge shitty messes gets her pussy soaked.
As kids me and my brother always hid the poop of our dogs in the newspapers of our neighbours.
This is how I once solved a basic biological challenge. The solution wasn't ideal, but (almost) the best available, I believe.
I was driving on a summer vacation trip and felt a mild twinge or two in my stomach. After a few minutes, I pulled into a supermarket parking lot where I had shopped on previous trips. Right after getting out of my car and locking the doors, I realized that I was in big trouble, and remembered a toilet in the back of the store. After just a few steps, I needed to clench my anus very tightly to avoid the unthinkable.
Finally, I was in the store and heading for the back, but I didn't know whether the toilet was at the right or left end; and maybe it was out of service, or maybe the only toilet stall was occupied. The pain was almost unbearable, and I knew I didn't have time to investigate the toilet situation and then return to my car if necessary; so I decided to immediately return to my car.
Somehow I made it back to my car without losing control, and with a new plan that required using things that were already in the car. I quickly installed the windshield sunshade for privacy, and gathered up a large plastic kitchen bowl and a small white-colored plastic bag with handles. Then I undressed, placed the bowl in the driver's seat, and squatted with my bottom inside the bowl and my knees up by my shoulders–still tightly clenching my anus.
Finally, holding the plastic bag open underneath my bottom, and hoping it was positioned correctly, I relaxed and achieved wonderful relief as the waste quickly rushed into the bag.
Thorough wiping wasn't too difficult and I put the used tissues in the waste bag and tied the opening. Then I put the waste bag into another small plastic bag and also tied it closed. Finally, I placed the tied-up bags in a third larger plastic bag, tied it up, got dressed again, and carried the bags across the parking lot to a small trash basket mounted on a roof column in front of an ice cream shoppe.
Then I returned to my car and rested for awhile–reflecting on my accomplishments in the face of desperate pain–and finally returned to the store to do my food shopping–now relaxed, refreshed, and re-energized.
Now, a few final considerations: (1) The parking lot had a security guard, so I needed to be especially discreet. (2) The waste disposal location wasn't good, but I was afraid of attracting unwanted attention if I walked out of my way to use a more distant trash basket. (3) I did try to remove excess air from each bag before tying the open end. (4) Later, I did realize that I should have waited and found a better disposal location.
Yesterday, I was VERY drunk and when I am drunk I get the strangest ideas. So yesterday, I left a big sausage in my neighbour's sand box, I pooped in the sand box.
Oh, I hope her terrible spoilt brat of a son will play in the sand box tomorrow. :-)
A friend once asked me which way I prefer toilet paper to unroll. He was convinced one way was better than the other. I guessed but was wrong. He carefully explained how it’s supposed to work & educated me.
He then asked which side I liked the toilet paper left on the sink. One side was the right way. The other wrong.
So basically It works him up.
Me. I don’t care. I use it wherever it’s at.
He’s very regimented. I’m not. So he goes on about this every time. His wife won’t always put it on correctly. The wife’s Church friend comes over & leaves it on the wrong side of the sink.
At my house I had a holder on each side of the toilet. Plus a fancy homemade holder with 5 backup rolls.
In my master bath I installed a speaker for my stereo system & a small wall mount TV that rotated. I could poop or soak in the tub & listen to my game on the radio or watch on TV.
In my bedroom I had a mini fridge; small food area, & microwave. All by my side of the bed. My lazy boy had a back massager, cup holder, & pocket for a remote. I’m poor now. But I used to have it going on.
The most difficult thing for me has always been constipation. Ever since I was little, I had a hard time going to the bathroom to poop and would spend a solid half hour or more trying to push it out.
Pooping is one of the things that I have always feared doing because it was painful every time I tried. There have been occasions when I was so constipated that when I finally did poop, there was blood. Not every time but sometimes.
When I needed to poop, I would bite down on something such as a towel, book, etc. in order to avoid screaming and alarming everyone in the house. Since it was related to poop, I usually did everything I could to conceal the fact that I was having such problems since I did not want to explain to my mother that I have had problems shitting for years.
My mother eventually took notice and was concerned. It was not until I was trying to poop one day that my mother came in the bathroom and saw me squatting over the toilet. After I finished shitting, my mom and I had a long discussion about how long this had been going on for and why I hadn't told anyone so we could have the issue resolved. My response to her question was "I was embarrassed," so my mom began researching and making remedies to soften up my shit.
Despite trying various home remedies, including prune juice and castor oil, she ended up seeing a doctor who prescribed laxatives for me. There is no doubt that those things worked. To this day I still have constipation issues, but overall, I've gotten much better without using laxatives.
Since I've gotten older, I've realized that people have natural issues with constipation and I'm not the only one in the world who has them. I used to be so ashamed to tell people about it in situations where there was no other choice.
To anyone facing the same situation, here is some advice. It is very important to speak up about your constipation so you can get the medical help you need. Constipation can lead to other serious health issues, so don't feel ashamed about talking about it.
Regardless of how annoying it might be, everyone shits, so if they judge you because you have shitting issues, may they one day experience constipation to better understand how you feel.
Thanks for reading
P.S. If you experience constipation, learn from my mistakes and best of luck on your journey
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