Warnings: (unintentional) scat, humiliation, h/c?, crying

Summary: Kurt's stomech has been keeping him away from the toilet for days now. When his bowles finally give way, Kurt finds himself in a humiliating situation (not public).

A/N: I'm only getting aquainted with the scat (and watersports) world, but I think I've made a pretty good job with it :) note: can also be found on GKM drabbles

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Kurt's stomach hurts. Like, really hurts. He's been unable to go to the toilet for a few days now. He knows it's unhealthy, but it happens from time to time and there's nothing he can do about it. The option of telling his dad about it was ruled out a long time ago, drowned by embarrassment and mortification.

He is currently sitting on his bed, trying to read his newest Vogue edition, but finds it really hard to concentrate on it with the unyielding pain and rumbling in his belly. Then he feels the swirling sensation slowly dropping until it reached his bottom, to the rim of his anus. Kurt thinks that maybe this time, finally, he'll be able to relieve himself from the constant pressure.

He drops his magazine and leans on his side and props himself on his right elbow. He is waiting to see if the process is actually going to continue when he suddenly feels the first poop just starting to slide out of him without any effort. He gasps in shock as he feels another soft chunk travel down his passageway, slowly opening his tight hole and stretching it as it slides out and joins the first one.

Kurt feels his eyes watering when he tries unsuccessfully to stop it and the poop continues flowing through his unresisting hole, soiling his boxer briefs and expensive jeans.

Eventually he manages to stop the stream of the now soft bits and quickly scrambles to a standing position. He clenched his ass and squeezes his opening as tight as he can and rushes to his adjoined bathroom. He hurries to take off his messy jeans and underpants, careful not to smear anything on himself in the process. Well, not to smear it even more than the poop that is already sticking to his ass cheeks and going through his butt crack.

He promptly sits himself on the toilet seat and looks down. When he sees his brown stained underwear, all filled with his poop, he breaks and lets his gathered tears fall.

He is still not finished, though, and soon enough he can feel another piece of poop stretching his rim and he gives it a push, wanting to get over with it as fast as possible.

Kurt it now sobbing quietly, listening to the wet splashes his poop makes as it disconnects from his body and joins the rest of his mess in the bottom of the toilet bowl.

When, for the first time in days, he feels satisfyingly empty, he cleans all the mess sticking to his cheeks with some wipes and then takes another one and passes it along his crack, with special attention to his used hole.

He takes care of his soiled clothes, goes back to his bed and cries himself to a pitiful half-sleep, hoping against hope that his dad (or worse, Carole or Finn, oh God) won't find out what happened or, God Forbid, will see the evidence.

He just prays that he'll be able to look his friends in the eye without feeling the need to die from humiliation the next day.


tell me your opinion; if I made justice with the scat thing ;)