▲ 14 r/Coprophiles
Trapped in Elevator
Taylor had gone hard at the dorm dinner party. Two greasy burgers, two orders of fries drenched in cheese and bacon, and a bunch of beers on top. She’d felt bloated and heavy by the end of the night but laughed it off, crashing in her room with a stomach that gurgled angrily.
The next morning she woke up still bloated, her belly distended and crampy. Determined to “flush everything out,” she spent the entire day chugging water—three big bottles, then another two. She peed constantly, convinced the extra liquid would push the heavy food and beer residue through her system faster. By late afternoon her bladder was already uncomfortably full again, but she kept drinking.
Riley had stopped by twice with more water and snacks, her voice soft and caring. “You look a little pale, Tay. Want me to stay with you?” Inside, Riley’s heart ached with the secret crush she’d nursed for months. Every time Taylor smiled at her, Riley’s stomach flipped. She wanted to take care of her, to be close in ways she never dared say out loud.
They decided to head down to the common room together. The moment they stepped into the old dorm elevator and the doors slid shut, Taylor already felt the first serious twinge in her bladder.
The elevator jerked, hummed, then stopped dead between floors. A tinny voice over the speaker told them maintenance was on the way—forty-five to ninety minutes.
Taylor’s eyes widened. “Ninety minutes? Fuck…”
She had been holding it since the last big bottle of water. Now, with no distraction and the small space closing in, the pressure hit fast. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, then crossed her legs tightly, squeezing her thighs together hard. One hand pressed low on her belly. A tiny, hot leak escaped into her panties. She gasped and clenched harder.
Riley watched, heart pounding. Her crush looked so vulnerable—cheeks pink, legs locked, little whimpers escaping every time she shifted. Riley’s own panties grew damp, not just from worry but from something darker and hotter she didn’t want to name yet.
Taylor danced in place, both hands now between her legs. “Riley… I’m gonna piss myself. I can’t hold it that long.”
Riley swallowed hard, face burning. “Taylor… if you really can’t wait… I can help. You can go in my mouth. I’ll swallow everything. Then there won’t be any mess or smell when they open the doors. No one will know.”
Taylor stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “What the fuck, Riley? I can’t piss in your mouth! That’s… that’s disgusting. You’re my friend!”
Another spurt leaked out. Taylor moaned, thighs shaking. “Oh god— I’m leaking—”
Riley’s voice was small but steady. “I don’t mind. I want to help you. Please… let me.”
Taylor’s eyes filled with humiliated tears. Another leak. She was losing control. “I… I can’t believe I’m saying this. Okay. But only because I’m about to explode. And you can never tell anyone. Ever.”
They moved quickly. Riley dropped to her knees on the elevator floor. Taylor yanked her jeans and soaked panties down to her ankles, spread her legs, and positioned her bare pussy right over Riley’s upturned face. Riley opened her mouth wide, tongue out, eyes looking up at Taylor with something between devotion and raw hunger.
Taylor couldn’t hold back another second. A hot, powerful stream of dark yellow piss burst from her, strong and salty from all the beer and concentrated urine. It splashed straight into Riley’s open mouth.
Riley gulped greedily. The taste was sharp, bitter, metallic, with a heavy salty aftertaste that coated her tongue. It was strong—almost acrid—but instead of gagging, Riley moaned softly and swallowed faster, throat working visibly. Warmth flooded her belly. Her clit throbbed so hard it hurt. I’m drinking Taylor’s piss. My crush’s hot, nasty piss is filling my stomach. I’m her toilet right now and I fucking love it.
Taylor watched in horrified fascination, face scarlet. “I’m so sorry… I’m pissing in your mouth… you’re actually swallowing it…” The relief was overwhelming, but so was the shame. And underneath the shame, a strange, electric thrill.
Riley didn’t stop until the stream slowed to a trickle. Then she leaned in and licked Taylor’s wet pussy lips clean, tongue dragging slowly over her slit and clit, tasting the last drops mixed with Taylor’s growing arousal. Taylor shuddered, a tiny whimper escaping her.
Both girls were breathing hard when Taylor finally pulled her pants back up.
They sat close on the floor, shoulders touching. Taylor kept her face buried in her hands for a moment. “I can’t believe I just used you as a toilet. You drank my piss, Riley. All of it.”
Riley’s voice was husky. “It’s okay. Really. It… wasn’t bad. You tasted strong, but I liked taking care of you.” I more than liked it. I’m soaked.
They sat in charged silence, the intimacy of what had just happened hanging between them. Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. Arousal simmered quietly in both of them.
Then Taylor’s stomach let out a loud, wet gurgle. She went rigid. “Oh no. Oh fuck. Now I need to shit. Badly.”
The solid mass that had been building all day from the heavy burgers and fries pressed hard against Taylor’s asshole. She clenched desperately, standing up and bending forward, both hands on her ass. “It’s coming… I can’t stop it this time—”
Riley looked up at her, eyes dark with a mix of concern and something far more intense. “Same deal, Taylor. Let me take it. I’ll eat it. All of it. So there’s nothing left when they rescue us.”
Taylor’s face twisted in fresh shame. “Riley, no… not that. I can’t make you eat my shit. That’s too far—”
A sharp cramp hit. Taylor nearly lost it right there. She was shaking. “Please… I’m gonna shit my pants. Help me. I’ll do anything.”
Riley nodded, already moving into position again.
Taylor turned, shoved her jeans and panties down, and squatted over Riley’s face. Riley lay back on the floor, head tilted, mouth open wide beneath Taylor’s ass.
Taylor pushed. A thick, firm, dark brown log slowly crowned and slid out—solid from the heavy greasy food, earthy and heavy. It dropped straight into Riley’s waiting mouth.
Riley closed her lips around it and began to chew. The taste was intense: bitter, earthy, fecal, with a heavy, almost metallic depth. It was unmistakably shit. Her stomach turned for half a second—then the arousal hit so hard she moaned around the log. I’m literally eating Taylor’s shit. Chewing my crush’s turd and swallowing it. I’m a filthy, disgusting toilet for the girl I love and my pussy is dripping. She chewed carefully, swallowed the first piece, and opened her mouth for more.
Taylor watched over her shoulder, mortified and strangely fascinated. “You’re… you’re actually eating it… I’m shitting in your mouth and you’re swallowing my shit…” The degradation made her dizzy, but the sight of Riley doing it willingly sent a confusing rush of heat between her legs.
The solid log passed completely. Taylor felt a moment of relief—then the next wave hit.
The solid plug gone, hot liquid diarrhea exploded out of Taylor in urgent, burning waves. It was loose, acidic, and scalding from the previous night’s grease plus all the water she’d forced through her system—yellowish-brown, almost watery, and impossible to control.
Riley tried to seal her mouth around Taylor’s asshole and swallow, but the stream was too fast and forceful. Hot diarrhea splattered out the sides of her mouth, ran down her chin in thick rivulets, dripped onto her neck and soaked into the front of her hoodie and chest.
The taste was brutal—burning, sharp, acidic, bitter, with a horrible chemical heat that made Riley’s eyes water. She swallowed what she could, gagging softly, but the leaks kept coming. It’s all over me… I’m failing as her perfect toilet but her shit is on my skin and I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think.
Taylor looked down in horror. “Riley—oh my god, it’s leaking everywhere! It’s all over your face and chest! I’m so sorry—”
Guilt and something darker overwhelmed her. Taylor dropped to her knees, used her fingers to scoop the leaked, hot mess from Riley’s chin and neck, then—driven by a sudden, filthy impulse—leaned in and licked a streak of her own diarrhea off Riley’s collarbone and up to her jaw. The taste of her own waste mixed with Riley’s skin made her moan despite herself.
Riley’s eyes fluttered. The intimacy of Taylor cleaning her own mess off Riley’s body with tongue and fingers broke something open between them.
When Taylor finally finished—completely empty, legs shaking—they stared at each other in the dim elevator light. Both were flushed, breathing hard, clothes disheveled and faintly stained.
Taylor whispered, “That was… the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done. But having you take it all, the way you looked at me while you swallowed… it felt good. Really good. Like I could let go completely and you’d still want me.”
Riley’s voice was rough. “I loved it. All of it. Being your toilet. Drinking your piss, eating your shit, even when it leaked all over me. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I want to be that for you.”
The air between them crackled. Taylor pulled Riley into a deep, messy kiss. They could both taste the lingering salt of piss and the bitter, earthy remnants of shit on each other’s tongues. Instead of disgust, it made them moan and press closer.
Hands roamed. Taylor shoved Riley’s hoodie up and sucked on her nipples while fingering her soaked pussy. Riley did the same, sliding two fingers deep into Taylor and curling them. They ground against each other on the elevator floor, kissing filthily, tasting everything they’d just shared. Taylor came first with a broken cry, Riley right after, clinging to her.
Riley panted against Taylor’s mouth, eyes glassy. “Taylor… I’ve been in love with you for months. Secretly. Watching you, wanting to take care of you… this just made it impossible to hide.”
Taylor cupped Riley’s face, thumb brushing a smear of dried mess on her cheek. “After everything we just did… the trust, the way you took all of me without hesitation… I feel it too. I want you, Riley. All of you. Even the filthy parts.”
They kissed again, slower, deeper, then made love properly—Riley going down on Taylor, licking her clean and making her come again with her tongue; Taylor returning the favor, then the two of them scissoring desperately on the floor, clits sliding together, moaning into each other’s mouths until they came together in a shaking, sweaty heap.
The speaker crackled. “Rescue team arriving in two minutes.”
They scrambled up, adjusted clothes, used the last of Taylor’s water bottle and some tissues to wipe faces and hands. The elevator smelled faintly of sex and something earthier, but mostly of the two of them now. No visible mess. No stink that would give them away.
The doors opened. The rescuers saw two slightly flushed but otherwise normal-looking college girls. “You two okay?”
Taylor and Riley glanced at each other, small secret smiles passing between them.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, reaching for Riley’s hand. “We’re good. Really good.”
They stepped out together, fingers laced. As they walked down the hall toward Taylor’s room, Riley leaned in and whispered, “So… your place or mine? I’m still thirsty.”
Taylor squeezed her hand, cheeks pink but eyes bright with new, filthy promise. “Mine. And this time we can take our time.”
u/DeamonFork — 5 days ago
▲ 48 r/Scat34
Trapped in elevator - a story
Visual Novel
(tried mixing some AI imagery with a text, let's see the reception)
Taylor had gone hard at the dorm dinner party. Two greasy burgers, two orders of fries drenched in cheese and bacon, and a bunch of beers on top. She’d felt bloated and heavy by the end of the night but laughed it off, crashing in her room with a stomach that gurgled angrily.
The next morning she woke up still bloated, her belly distended and crampy. Determined to “flush everything out,” she spent the entire day chugging water—three big bottles, then another two. She peed constantly, convinced the extra liquid would push the heavy food and beer residue through her system faster. By late afternoon her bladder was already uncomfortably full again, but she kept drinking.
Riley had stopped by twice with more water and snacks, her voice soft and caring. “You look a little pale, Tay. Want me to stay with you?” Inside, Riley’s heart ached with the secret crush she’d nursed for months. Every time Taylor smiled at her, Riley’s stomach flipped. She wanted to take care of her, to be close in ways she never dared say out loud.
They decided to head down to the common room together. The moment they stepped into the old dorm elevator and the doors slid shut, Taylor already felt the first serious twinge in her bladder.
The elevator jerked, hummed, then stopped dead between floors. A tinny voice over the speaker told them maintenance was on the way—forty-five to ninety minutes.
Taylor’s eyes widened. “Ninety minutes? Fuck…”
She had been holding it since the last big bottle of water. Now, with no distraction and the small space closing in, the pressure hit fast. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, then crossed her legs tightly, squeezing her thighs together hard. One hand pressed low on her belly. A tiny, hot leak escaped into her panties. She gasped and clenched harder.
Riley watched, heart pounding. Her crush looked so vulnerable—cheeks pink, legs locked, little whimpers escaping every time she shifted. Riley’s own panties grew damp, not just from worry but from something darker and hotter she didn’t want to name yet.
Taylor danced in place, both hands now between her legs. “Riley… I’m gonna piss myself. I can’t hold it that long.”
Riley swallowed hard, face burning. “Taylor… if you really can’t wait… I can help. You can go in my mouth. I’ll swallow everything. Then there won’t be any mess or smell when they open the doors. No one will know.”
Taylor stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “What the fuck, Riley? I can’t piss in your mouth! That’s… that’s disgusting. You’re my friend!”
Another spurt leaked out. Taylor moaned, thighs shaking. “Oh god— I’m leaking—”
Riley’s voice was small but steady. “I don’t mind. I want to help you. Please… let me.”
Taylor’s eyes filled with humiliated tears. Another leak. She was losing control. “I… I can’t believe I’m saying this. Okay. But only because I’m about to explode. And you can never tell anyone. Ever.”
They moved quickly. Riley dropped to her knees on the elevator floor. Taylor yanked her jeans and soaked panties down to her ankles, spread her legs, and positioned her bare pussy right over Riley’s upturned face. Riley opened her mouth wide, tongue out, eyes looking up at Taylor with something between devotion and raw hunger.
Taylor couldn’t hold back another second. A hot, powerful stream of dark yellow piss burst from her, strong and salty from all the beer and concentrated urine. It splashed straight into Riley’s open mouth.
Riley gulped greedily. The taste was sharp, bitter, metallic, with a heavy salty aftertaste that coated her tongue. It was strong—almost acrid—but instead of gagging, Riley moaned softly and swallowed faster, throat working visibly. Warmth flooded her belly. Her clit throbbed so hard it hurt. I’m drinking Taylor’s piss. My crush’s hot, nasty piss is filling my stomach. I’m her toilet right now and I fucking love it.
Taylor watched in horrified fascination, face scarlet. “I’m so sorry… I’m pissing in your mouth… you’re actually swallowing it…” The relief was overwhelming, but so was the shame. And underneath the shame, a strange, electric thrill.
Riley didn’t stop until the stream slowed to a trickle. Then she leaned in and licked Taylor’s wet pussy lips clean, tongue dragging slowly over her slit and clit, tasting the last drops mixed with Taylor’s growing arousal. Taylor shuddered, a tiny whimper escaping her.
Both girls were breathing hard when Taylor finally pulled her pants back up.
They sat close on the floor, shoulders touching. Taylor kept her face buried in her hands for a moment. “I can’t believe I just used you as a toilet. You drank my piss, Riley. All of it.”
Riley’s voice was husky. “It’s okay. Really. It… wasn’t bad. You tasted strong, but I liked taking care of you.” I more than liked it. I’m soaked.
They sat in charged silence, the intimacy of what had just happened hanging between them. Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. Arousal simmered quietly in both of them.
Then Taylor’s stomach let out a loud, wet gurgle. She went rigid. “Oh no. Oh fuck. Now I need to shit. Badly.”
The solid mass that had been building all day from the heavy burgers and fries pressed hard against Taylor’s asshole. She clenched desperately, standing up and bending forward, both hands on her ass. “It’s coming… I can’t stop it this time—”
Riley looked up at her, eyes dark with a mix of concern and something far more intense. “Same deal, Taylor. Let me take it. I’ll eat it. All of it. So there’s nothing left when they rescue us.”
Taylor’s face twisted in fresh shame. “Riley, no… not that. I can’t make you eat my shit. That’s too far—”
A sharp cramp hit. Taylor nearly lost it right there. She was shaking. “Please… I’m gonna shit my pants. Help me. I’ll do anything.”
Riley nodded, already moving into position again.
Taylor turned, shoved her jeans and panties down, and squatted over Riley’s face. Riley lay back on the floor, head tilted, mouth open wide beneath Taylor’s ass.
Taylor pushed. A thick, firm, dark brown log slowly crowned and slid out—solid from the heavy greasy food, earthy and heavy. It dropped straight into Riley’s waiting mouth.
Riley closed her lips around it and began to chew. The taste was intense: bitter, earthy, fecal, with a heavy, almost metallic depth. It was unmistakably shit. Her stomach turned for half a second—then the arousal hit so hard she moaned around the log. I’m literally eating Taylor’s shit. Chewing my crush’s turd and swallowing it. I’m a filthy, disgusting toilet for the girl I love and my pussy is dripping. She chewed carefully, swallowed the first piece, and opened her mouth for more.
Taylor watched over her shoulder, mortified and strangely fascinated. “You’re… you’re actually eating it… I’m shitting in your mouth and you’re swallowing my shit…” The degradation made her dizzy, but the sight of Riley doing it willingly sent a confusing rush of heat between her legs.
The solid log passed completely. Taylor felt a moment of relief—then the next wave hit.
The solid plug gone, hot liquid diarrhea exploded out of Taylor in urgent, burning waves. It was loose, acidic, and scalding from the previous night’s grease plus all the water she’d forced through her system—yellowish-brown, almost watery, and impossible to control.
Riley tried to seal her mouth around Taylor’s asshole and swallow, but the stream was too fast and forceful. Hot diarrhea splattered out the sides of her mouth, ran down her chin in thick rivulets, dripped onto her neck and soaked into the front of her hoodie and chest.
The taste was brutal—burning, sharp, acidic, bitter, with a horrible chemical heat that made Riley’s eyes water. She swallowed what she could, gagging softly, but the leaks kept coming. It’s all over me… I’m failing as her perfect toilet but her shit is on my skin and I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think.
Taylor looked down in horror. “Riley—oh my god, it’s leaking everywhere! It’s all over your face and chest! I’m so sorry—”
Guilt and something darker overwhelmed her. Taylor dropped to her knees, used her fingers to scoop the leaked, hot mess from Riley’s chin and neck, then—driven by a sudden, filthy impulse—leaned in and licked a streak of her own diarrhea off Riley’s collarbone and up to her jaw. The taste of her own waste mixed with Riley’s skin made her moan despite herself.
Riley’s eyes fluttered. The intimacy of Taylor cleaning her own mess off Riley’s body with tongue and fingers broke something open between them.
When Taylor finally finished—completely empty, legs shaking—they stared at each other in the dim elevator light. Both were flushed, breathing hard, clothes disheveled and faintly stained.
Taylor whispered, “That was… the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done. But having you take it all, the way you looked at me while you swallowed… it felt good. Really good. Like I could let go completely and you’d still want me.”
Riley’s voice was rough. “I loved it. All of it. Being your toilet. Drinking your piss, eating your shit, even when it leaked all over me. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I want to be that for you.”
The air between them crackled. Taylor pulled Riley into a deep, messy kiss. They could both taste the lingering salt of piss and the bitter, earthy remnants of shit on each other’s tongues. Instead of disgust, it made them moan and press closer.
Hands roamed. Taylor shoved Riley’s hoodie up and sucked on her nipples while fingering her soaked pussy. Riley did the same, sliding two fingers deep into Taylor and curling them. They ground against each other on the elevator floor, kissing filthily, tasting everything they’d just shared. Taylor came first with a broken cry, Riley right after, clinging to her.
Riley panted against Taylor’s mouth, eyes glassy. “Taylor… I’ve been in love with you for months. Secretly. Watching you, wanting to take care of you… this just made it impossible to hide.”
Taylor cupped Riley’s face, thumb brushing a smear of dried mess on her cheek. “After everything we just did… the trust, the way you took all of me without hesitation… I feel it too. I want you, Riley. All of you. Even the filthy parts.”
They kissed again, slower, deeper, then made love properly—Riley going down on Taylor, licking her clean and making her come again with her tongue; Taylor returning the favor, then the two of them scissoring desperately on the floor, clits sliding together, moaning into each other’s mouths until they came together in a shaking, sweaty heap.
The speaker crackled. “Rescue team arriving in two minutes.”
They scrambled up, adjusted clothes, used the last of Taylor’s water bottle and some tissues to wipe faces and hands. The elevator smelled faintly of sex and something earthier, but mostly of the two of them now. No visible mess. No stink that would give them away.
The doors opened. The rescuers saw two slightly flushed but otherwise normal-looking college girls. “You two okay?”
Taylor and Riley glanced at each other, small secret smiles passing between them.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, reaching for Riley’s hand. “We’re good. Really good.”
They stepped out together, fingers laced. As they walked down the hall toward Taylor’s room, Riley leaned in and whispered, “So… your place or mine? I’m still thirsty.”
Taylor squeezed her hand, cheeks pink but eyes bright with new, filthy promise. “Mine. And this time we can take our time.”
u/DeamonFork — 5 days ago