Bloons TD 6 Poop

by monkethrowpoopoo

Summary:

a look into the private bathroom habits of the bloons tower defense 6 heroes (not including psi) + other stories

don't like, don't read; this contains exactly what it says it does

this isn't meant to be a sexual thing like a lot of these types of stories are, but don't read if you're a minor

Notes:

https://www.wattpad.com/user/monkethrowpoopoo

Chapter 1: Quincy's Morning Dump

Summary:

quincy uses the toilet, I don't know what else to say

The morning sunlight trickled through the blinds of Quincy's bedroom window, rousing him from his slumber. He slowly sat up in his bed and stretched before fully getting up and walking to the bathroom to start his morning routine. The first thing he needed to do was use the toilet, so he lifted the lid, dropped his boxers, and sat down on the seat.

Psssshhh

"Ahh..."

Prff

Quincy sighed as he let out a stream of urine into the bowl before a small fart squeaked out of him. He shifted a bit as he stopped peeing and began gently pushing, feeling the mass in his bowels moving downward. A log of poop poked out from his anus, which opened to allow the turd to exit his body. It slowly made its way out before it dropped into the water with a *plop*.

A second log almost immediately descended his colon, a crackle sounding from underneath him as it gradually glided through his hole. After a few seconds, another *plop* was heard in the toilet as the log pinched off and dropped into the bowl.

"Hmm.."

Not feeling entirely empty yet, Quincy pushed some more and a third log slid out of him and into the toilet with another *plop*. His morning dump ended with a final fart and another sigh of relief.

Pfrrt

"Ah..."

He grabbed some wet wipes to clean himself up, wiping until he was sure he wouldn't create any skid marks in his underwear and throwing them away in the nearby trash can. He then ripped off some toilet paper from its roll to dry himself and discarded it in the toilet before closing the lid and flushing. After washing and drying his hands, he left the bathroom to make himself some breakfast.

Chapter 2: Quincy's Spicy Diarrhea Disaster

Summary:

quincy eats a hot pepper and immediately regrets it

Notes:

I decided to torture the community's least favorite hero with some diarrhea

It was a slow day in the land of the monkeys and the Bloons, not much was happening. This wasn't a bad thing, of course. On the contrary, having a break from the fighting was a welcome surprise. Some of the heroes decided to spend this day of peace hanging out at the military base and having a good time. Gwendolin even had an idea on how to make the hangout more exciting.

"Quincy, I dare you to eat this entire super hot pepper I brought!"

She, Quincy, Benjamin, Ezili, and Etienne, were all sitting at a table in one of the break rooms while Striker Jones, Captain Churchill, and Admiral Brickell talked amongst themselves by the coffee machine. The latter group raised an eyebrow at the conversation that had just started in the former group while Quincy nervously stared at the pepper Gwen was holding.

"Gwen, you know I can't handle spicy food and that looks like the hottest pepper in the world..."

He wasn't even exaggerating, the pepper Gwen was holding was actually the hottest known pepper. He really did not want to eat that, he knew exactly what would happen if he did.

"Come on, don't tell me you're too chicken."

Gwen started making chicken noises and Quincy hoped someone at the table would back him up. Alas, his hopes would be crushed when Ezili spoke up.

"I think he is too chicken."

Everyone at the table began making chicken noises and laughing while Quincy put his head in his hands, sighing. The other three heroes in the room shook their heads, but became invested in the larger group's silliness. Eventually, Gwen gave Quincy an offer.

"Alright, how about this, each of us will pay you a good amount of Monkey Money if you eat the pepper. If you don't, we'll tell everyone that you're a chicken."

Quincy didn't really care that much about the money, but his ego made him not want anyone calling him a chicken. He figured the money would be a nice bonus, at least.

"Okay, fine, I'll eat the pepper. I know I'm going to regret this, though."

Everyone else at the table started cheering while Ben got up to get a carton of milk from the fridge to help put out the inevitable figurative fire that would be in Quincy's mouth.

Internally praying to the Sun God, Quincy took the pepper from Gwen and bit into it. When he started chewing, he immediately felt the quickly growing heat. It didn't take long for his mouth to feel like it was on fire.

"Oh god, what the- AUUGH!"

His friends cheered him on, encouraging him to finish chewing the pepper and to swallow it. He reluctantly did as he suffered through the pain while tears, snot, and drool poured from his eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. It hurt so bad and it burned his throat on the way down.

"I hate this, give me the milk now!"

Ben passed him the milk and he desperately drank the whole carton faster than expected, but it only partially soothed him. He lay his head on the table, crying onto it while his stomach churned painfully. He felt like he was going to throw up, but thankfully he never did because he couldn't bring himself to move from his current position.

"Why guys? Whyyyy?!"

Gwen patted him on the back, reassuring him he'd survive and come out of this a stronger man. She and everyone else involved took some money out of their wallets, pooling it on the table. When Quincy saw the pile of money and remembered he wouldn't be called a chicken, he thought maybe this would be worth it

Eventually, the pain simmered until he just felt some discomfort from his mouth to his gurgling stomach. He was still flopped over the table while he recuperated from the ordeal, but things were getting better. At least, that was the case until...

Prrrffftt

An audible, surprisingly dry fart squeaked out of him and he suddenly became very aware that he needed to get to a toilet immediately.

"Uh, guys? I'll be right back. I need to, um, use the bathroom."

He shakily got up from the table and ran out of the break room, frantically looking for the nearest men's room. When he found it, he rushed inside and was grateful that no one else was there. He went into the first stall, closed and locked the door, opened his belt, and dropped his pants and boxers before sitting on the toilet and involuntarily pushing.

"Hnnnggg...!"

Plop

Ploop

Bloop

Sploosh

"Ohh..."

Pssshhh

Four smooth, long logs of poop slid out of his rectum and through his anus, dropping into the toilet. He sighed in relief as he relaxed and urinated into the bowl. His stomach still burned, but at least he felt somewhat better now that his gut was emptier.

When Quincy was done urinating, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped until he was clean. Then he stood up, pulled his pants and boxers back up, and closed his belt before turning around to flush the toilet.

Before doing anything, he took a look at his dump in the toilet bowl. It was surprisingly large and he was a little worried it would clog the toilet. Cautiously, he flushed and was relieved when it all went down with no issue. Just as he was about to leave the stall to wash his hands, something made him freeze in his tracks.

Grrrrrrrlllllllrlrlrlrlr

He winced in pain and clutched his grumbling abdomen as he felt the burning sensation in his stomach moving through his intestines and eventually downwards. His legs shook, his butt cheeks clenched, and he knew the worst was yet to come.

"Oh no."

He opened his belt and dropped his pants and boxers again, managing to sit back down on the toilet just in time.

SPLUUUURRRRRFFFFTTTTT

PLOOOOOORT

PLLLLUUUURRRTTTTT

PLLLUUUUUUUURPT

FLUUURRRRRRPF

PUUUUURRRLLLFT

SPLUUUUUUUUURCH

PLOOOOOOORT

FLUUUUUUUUPFT

PLUUUUUUURT

Quincy's ass erupted into the toilet like a volcano, spraying burning hot diarrhea into the bowl. He gripped the toilet seat, moaning and groaning in pain as the liquid shit poured out of him like runny lava.

PLLLLLRRRRT

"Uugh!"

PLOOOOORT

SLRRRRRRPF

SPLUUUUURCH

"Ohhh...!"

SPLRRRLRLRLR

SPLRRRRTF

"Augh!"

SPLOOOORT

PFLRRRRLRLRLT

"Gah...!"

He continued filling up the toilet with mushy poop, wondering when the horrors would end. His stomach and guts felt like acid and fire was swirling around inside him and tears once again streamed down his face.

PLRRRRRRT

SPLLLLLLRT

PLRRRRRPF

SQUEEEEEELCH

PLOOOOOORT

PLRRRLRLRLR

FLUUUUUURRRRRRP

SPLUUUUURT

Plorp

Plrt

Finally, the flow of diarrhea seemed to stop. Quincy knew he wasn't done yet, though, but at least he had a break. Looking between his legs, he realized he'd somehow almost filled the toilet to the brim and needed to flush before he could poop some more. He flushed, shuddering in disgust when some of the toilet water mixed with his diarrhea splashed onto his ass, and watched as everything went down before the toilet refilled with clear water.

"Hey, Quincy, are you in here?"

The sudden sound of the door opening and Ben's voice almost made Quincy start shitting again from fear, but he immediately calmed down when he realized that it was Ben and not a random monkey. He was actually surprised that no one walked into the bathroom while he was exploding into the toilet, it really was a slow day... for most monkeys, anyway.

"H-huh? Oh, yeah, um, I'm here."

Quincy's voice was a little shaky because of how tired he was, but he tried his best to keep it together.

"Are you okay? It's been almost thirty minutes since you left and we got worried."

Quincy could feel his diarrhea bubbling in his guts as it began threatening to burst out of him, so he needed Ben to leave and fast.

"I'm.. fine, but can you please leave? I'm, uh.. not finished yet..."

Grrrrrllllllllrrrrrrlrlrle

"Oh god.. ngh..."

His stomach growled loudly, loud enough for Ben to hear, and he grit his teeth while fighting against the liquid filling his rectum.

"Oh, yeah, of course, sorry."

When Quincy heard the door to the restroom close, he let out a groan as he finally stopped resisting and let his explosive diarrhea resume its assault on his asshole and the toilet.

"Ohhhh..."

PLLLLLLOOOOOORRRRCHT

SPLUUUUUUUUUUURT

PLRPLRTPLRRRRCH

SPLOOOOORRT

FLLLUUUUUUUURRRPFFFF

SPLRRRRRUUUUURCH

SPLOOOOOOCH

PLATCHAAAARRT

PLRRRRRRRRRCHLLLLLE

SPLAAAAAAAAART

SPEEEEEEELRRRRRCH

FRUUUUUBLRLRRT

He never realized he could shit this much nor that he could even fit this much shit in his intestines. Regardless, his bowels continued to empty themselves.

PLRRRRRRT

PLOOOOOOORCH

SQUEEEEEEERLT

SPLUUUUUURRRT

PLRPLRLRLRLRT

FLRRRRBLLRRRRT

PLOOOOOORCH

SPLAAAAAAARRRRRT

BLRRRRRRTLLLRRRRE

He wondered when this hell would end. His stomach and abdomen hurt, his asshole burned, and his legs and feet had fallen asleep a while ago. Despite all of this, he couldn't stop pooping.

SPLLRRRRRRREEEEECH

PLOOOOOOOOOORT

PLUUUUUUUURRRRRT

FLRRRBBLLLLLLRRRT

SPLAAAAAAAAART

"Oh dear Sun God, please make it stop!"

At first, it seemed like Quincy's prayers would be answered.

FLAAAAARPF

PLOOORRT

PLOOOOT

Spluuuurt

That didn't last very long.

Plurtlurtch

Plerploplerplopler

PluuuUUURCH

"Nooo!"

PLOOOOOOOORTCH

SPLUUUUUURTLUUUURT

FLRPLRTRTPL

However, a miracle happened.

Ploooort

Flrrrrplrrt

Plorch

Quincy panted, shaking all over and realizing he was finally done after around an hour in the bathroom.

"Oh.. it.. it's over..."

He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped.. and wiped.. and wiped.. and wiped until his sore, inflamed ass was finally clean. He sat on the toilet for a bit longer, but not too long because he needed to stop compressing the nerves and blood vessels in his legs. Getting off the toilet and standing up almost made his legs give out from under him, but he managed to stay upright while he pulled his pants and boxers back up and closed his belt.

He looked into the toilet, marveling at the fact that he'd completely filled it up again. He also finally realized how bad the air around him smelled and he gagged, deciding to quickly flush the toilet and leave the stall. After washing and drying his hands, he left the bathroom and went back to the break room.

"Holy shit, are you okay? It's been an hour!"

Gwen immediately ran up to Quincy when he entered the room. He felt a little self-conscious with all the concerned eyes on him.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I'm going home. You guys can give me the money another time."

Quincy, exhausted, left the room without another word. He left the military base and walked in the direction of his house. When he got there...

BllRrrRrBlBlbBllrrr

Gggrrrllllllhhh

"Oh come on, seriously?"

His belly grumbled ominously and he didn't think twice before heading to the bathroom. When he was back on the toilet, he had another violent bout of messy, sticky diarrhea.

PRRRTTTTFFTTBBLLRBRBPPP!!

BLLLRPPPRPSFTTTTT

FLLLRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPBLLLBLBLBL

BLRRRRPPPPPPPPP

"Ugh..."

BLLLLLLLLLRRRRRTTTTTTT!!!

PPPLLLLOOOOORRRRTTTTTTTTT

BBLLLLLAAAAARRRRRRTTTFFFFFF

PPPFFFFTTTTRRRRRBBBLLLLLLLLLRRRTRRTT

"Why does the Sun God hate me?"

This time he was actually finished. He cleaned up, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands before he decided to take a shower. Afterwards, he got in bed and slept all day and night to recover from the awful ass blasting he'd experienced.

Chapter 3: Gwendolin's Gassy Secret

Summary:

there are certain things others don't know about gwendolin

Everyone knew Gwendolin loved spicy food, the hotter the better. What they didn't know was that despite being able to handle all that heat, it still gave her mad gas and pretty nasty dumps. She was thankfully able to hide this fact from other monkeys, but it was still a huge relief when she was able to go home to empty her bowels after a long day of fighting against the Bloons and attempting to secretly fart up a storm while also trying not to shit herself.

When she got home from the most recent battle against the Bloons, the first thing Gwen did was rush to the bathroom.

Prrpf

Plrpf

Plpf

She let out a few pre-poop farts that warmed her backside along the way, but had to hold them back because she was worried they might turn into something that wasn't gas.

Once she made it to the bathroom, she unbuckled her belt and removed her overalls before heading to the toilet and opening the lid. She pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet, sighing in relief and relaxing as a massive, long fart exploded from her ass while she peed.

"Ahh.. finally..."

PLLLLRRRRRRPPPPFFFT

Psssshhh

Without any pushing or straining at all, a soft and smooth log of poop slid out of her from between her cheeks and into the toilet bowl with a quiet *splash*.

Ggrrrlllll

Pllurrrfffttt

Her belly grumbled as another stinky fart echoed in the toilet, causing another log to be propelled into the water.

Ploop

She then began unloading multiple semi-solid turds into the toilet with wet, sloppy *plops* and ripping fiery farts that stunk up the whole bathroom.

PLOPLOPLOPLOP

PLRRRRRPF

Ploploplolp

FLRPLRTRTPL

PLOPLOPLOPLOP

Flrrrrplrrt

Eventually the constant flow of poop and farts stopped and she wiped herself with some wet wipes that she threw away before drying off with toilet paper. After closing the toilet lid and flushing her large, messy load, she washed and dried her hands before leaving the bathroom.

Chapter 4: Striker Jones Drops Some Bombs

Summary:

a typical day at the military base

Striker Jones walked into one of the men's restrooms in the military base, entering the only free stall and locking the door behind him. After pulling his pants down, he sat himself down on the toilet seat.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

PSSSSHHH

An absolutely massive fart ripped from his ass, echoing throughout the whole restroom. A strong stream of urine flowed from him into the toilet when a voice spoke up.

"Morning, Commander."

"Hmph, morning."

Plop

Plop

Plop

When his pee stream stopped, he heard some *plops* from the other stalls and he started pushing, feeling a rather large log open up his asshole and move through it. It dropped into the toilet with a loud, heavy *plop* and he ripped another huge fart as one of the other toilets nearby flushed and the monkey in that stall went to the sinks before leaving.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

"Hnng.."

Grunting quietly, he pushed out another sizable log that also dropped into the toilet with a heavy *plop*.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

The other monkeys in the restroom finished their business and left just in time for Jones to fart loudly again before a third and final log dropped into the toilet, again with another heavy *plop*. He wiped with some toilet paper before flushing the toilet and exiting the stall, making sure to wash and dry his hands before leaving the restroom.

Chapter 5: Obyn Greenfoot Answers Nature's Call

Summary:

it only makes sense for him to be able to do this

Being a nature guardian monkey, Obyn Greenfoot was a strict vegan and herbivore. Because of this, he was able to safely provide his own "material" for his composter that he fertilized his garden with.

It was around noon when he was tending to said garden and heard nature's call, so he stopped what he was doing and made his way over to a large outhouse near the composter. He walked up the steps leading to the door, opening it and entering before closing and locking it.

The interior of the outhouse was around the size of a small bathroom with a large hole in the floor, a working sink, rolls of compostable toilet paper, and packages of compostable wet wipes.

Not wanting to waste any time, Obyn squatted over the hole and aimed himself properly so he could urinate without getting anything on the floor. He let out a strong stream of urine that lasted several seconds before trickling to a stop. Afterwards, he positioned himself back into a normal squat with his backside completely over the hole and prepared to void his bowels of the solid waste that was pressing against his exit.

"Hnng.."

Obyn began pushing and a long, thick turd opened his anus. He grunted as the log became several inches in length before finally tapering off and dropping into the bucket that was at the bottom of the hole with a *plunk*.

He didn't have much time to relax as hot on the first log's heels was a second large and long log of poop that pushed itself out of his rectum. It crackled as it left his body and eventually dropped into the bucket with another *plunk*.

Still feeling quite full, he continued pushing and felt a third, equally thick log open him up again. It grew to be rather long just like the last two as it slowly pumped out of him until tapering off and falling into the bucket with more of a muffled *splat* sound of poop hitting poop this time.

Finally, before he could even resume pushing, a log that was just as long and thick as the others, but softer and smoother, suddenly slid out of his buttocks and landed in the bucket with an actual *splat*.

Now that he felt empty, Obyn wiped his behind with some of the wet wipes and threw them into the hole before using the toilet paper to dry off and throwing that into the hole as well. He stood up and exited the outhouse, walking down the stairs and making his way to the back where a smaller door was at the bottom.

He opened the door to reveal the bucket that was full of his fresh waste and he took the bucket out before heading to the composter, opening it up, and dumping the contents of the bucket inside. After closing the composter and returning the bucket to its place in the outhouse, he went back inside the outhouse to wash and dry his hands before returning to his garden.

Chapter 6: Obyn's Natural Fertilizer

Summary:

obyn fertilizes some flowers even if he'd rather not

Another battle against the Bloons was won, this time in the Covered Garden. Obyn Greenfoot had been the only hero available to help, so he was currently surrounded by celebrating monkeys.

"Alright, good work, everyone. Let's clean up and then you can all go on with your day."

Some of the monkeys saluted to Obyn before everyone started helping clean up the mess that resulted from the battle. The gardener would be back soon once they heard the news that no more Bloons were in the area, so the garden had to be spotless.

Once everyone else left, Obyn was about to leave as well until he suddenly felt the unfortunate urge to poop. There wasn't anywhere he could properly do his business nearby and his guts were churning painfully, signalling that he was going to go whether he wanted to or not. Standing near the willow tree, he looked around quickly and tried to find somewhere he could release his bowels in relative privacy, but there weren't any hidden areas in the garden.

He settled on one of the flowerbeds near the pond, it at least had some bushes he could hide his ass in. He just hoped he would be quick. Squatting over the flowerbed, he stuck his butt into the bushes and began to relax his sphincter.

SPLOOOOOOORTCH

A large, semi-solid turd practically fell out of him and onto the hidden dirt with a wet *splat*. It was followed by liquid diarrhea that poured out of him and splattered a little on the bushes. Obyn wasn't sure what he'd eaten to cause this, but it definitely wasn't agreeing with him. After a while of this, he noticed that the flowerbed was starting to overflow even though he wasn't quite finished yet.

Clenching his butt cheeks to stop the flow of poop so it wouldn't reach the pond, Obyn looked around frantically and saw a square flowerbed with some purple and blue flowers that had large clusters of leaves behind the rose bushes. He awkwardly waddled over to it and shoved his behind into the leaves.

More watery diarrhea sprayed out of his asshole, muddying the dirt and turning some of the leaves brown. Eventually the flow of shit slowed to a trickle and then stopped entirely. He stood up, his ass covered in his own feces, and realized a few things.

First, the garden smelled really bad. Second, he had nothing to wipe with. Third, the gardener would arrive soon. The only bright side is that at least he probably didn't kill any of the flowers, since his poop was safe to use as fertilizer. Feeling overall ashamed with what just happened, Obyn immediately left the garden and hoped no one would see him before he could clean himself up at home.

Meanwhile, the gardener, hidden behind the bench, watched Obyn leave.

"Oh my... at least I won't have to fertilize some of my flowers for a while..."

Chapter 7: Captain Churchill Fires Some Missiles

Summary:

captain churchill can fire missiles from more than just his tank

Today's battle against the Bloons was drawing to a close. Captain Churchill was firing mercilessly at a ZOMG that was going to pop and release some BFBs soon when he suddenly felt the need to defecate.

Relieving himself during a battle wasn't anything new for him, he never really wore pants and he had a toilet receptacle built into his tank that he could open and close underneath him with his tail controls. No one was able to see it or hear and smell anything (unless it was especially loud and foul, which it usually wasn't), so he could do his business whenever he needed to.

Quickly using his tail to open the receptacle, Churchill continued shooting the ZOMG while he urinated a little. The huge blimp popped and released the BFBs just as he finished peeing and he started pushing when he felt a log of poop descend from his rectum. It poked out of him and continued slowly moving downwards, dropping into the receptacle just as the BFBs popped and released the MOABs.

That was when he suddenly felt something big start to come out.

As the MOABs popped, his anus stretched wide to allow a monster log to begin its exit from his body. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he breathed heavily while multitasking on pushing this large turd out and popping the Bloons, the latter quickly being done as the battle was won.

The other monkeys on the battlefield began to celebrate while Churchill wiped his forehead with his arm and continued pushing out this giant poop. However, he was suddenly interrupted by someone.

"Hey, Captain Churchill!"

A sniper monkey called up to him and got his attention, causing him to have to cease his pushing. The situation immediately became awkward for Churchill because he realized he'd have to talk to someone while an absolutely massive turd was sticking a few inches out of him, even if no one could see it.

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you?"

He tried his best to hide his physical and mental discomfort. He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to the other monkey for long.

"Nothing, Captain, I just wanted to say you did good work out here and to thank you for helping us with the Bloons!"

The sniper beamed at him. He couldn't help but return the smile despite the circumstances.

"Oh, it's no problem at all, I'd never shy away from a battle against the Bloons. Now, if you'll excuse me, I probably should be getting back to the military base."

He internally prayed to the Sun God that the other monkey wouldn't continue the conversation.

"Of course, no worries, I'll see you around!"

The sniper monkey saluted to the captain before leaving with some of the other monkeys. Churchill breathed a sigh of relief, but realized that he needed to find a place where no one could see him if he didn't want to look weird with his tank remaining stationary while he finished his dump. He also knew that some audible grunting and visible straining would need to be involved if he wanted to get this log out of him.

Looking around, he saw an empty and more secluded area on the outskirts of the battlefield and slowly drove his tank towards it. He made sure everyone else had left before stopping in the secluded area and preparing to resume pooping.

"Hmmnng...!"

Grunting hard, he gripped his tank and pushed, feeling the log that had been sticking out of him continue inching downward. It wasn't too firm, but it was long and thick and he didn't think he pushed anything that big out of himself before.

Eventually, the log's diameter got smaller and once its length reached a foot long, it easily slid out of him and dropped into the receptacle.

"Gah!"

Churchill gasped in relief and sat there panting while he recovered from his huge dump.

"Bloody hell... what did I eat to produce that much?"

He used his tail to press a button, spraying some soothing water on his tired hole to clean himself up. He then pressed another button, spraying some air on himself to dry off. Once finished, he drove back to the military base to continue on with his day.

Chapter 8: Churchill's Tank Explosion

Summary:

explosions can happen inside churchill's tank too

It was the height of the battle and Captain Churchill was mercilessly firing at the Bloons with his tank when he felt the sudden urge to poop. Not thinking much of it, he opened the toilet receptacle underneath him and started pushing.

Phlrphlrphlrphlrphlrphlrphlrrrrrrfffffftttt plrpplrpplrpplrpplrp

Diarrhea poured out of his ass, splattering on the bottom of the receptacle.

'Damn it! Why now?!'

He continued pushing, hoping he'd be able to empty his bowels before defeating the Bloons for the day.

Plrplrplrplrplopplopplopploplplplplplplpffffffftttttt

Shlrshlrshlrshlrshlrrrrfffflflflflfllflflfllflflttttttt

'Oh god, I can hear it from out here! I can't believe this...'

Thankfully, the sounds of the battle masked the sounds of his violent, messy shitting. He pushed even harder, really wanting all of the poop out of his body before the end of the fight.

PLLLUUURRRRFFFTTT

SSSHHHLLLAARRRSHLRSHLRSHLRSHLRSHLR

PHLLLEEAAARRGGGHHH

FLEEAAARRGGGGHHH

'I think I ate way too much of that spicy ramen last night...'

SSSSHHHHHHHHPLOP

Shlurg shlearg shlarf plrpplrpplrpplrp pllllaaaarrfftttt plop plop plop plop plop

After constantly releasing burning hot, mushy diarrhea from his ass for several minutes straight, Churchill's body finally calmed down. He was surprisingly able to focus on popping the Bloons the entire time.

'Good lord, that smells horrid. I really hope no one else can smell it.'

He quickly pressed some buttons inside his tank with his tail to spray his dirty ass with water and air and then to close the receptacle so the smell wouldn't escape. However, what he didn't realize was that he pooped enough to almost completely fill it.

Emptying it later would definitely be a fun time.

Chapter 9: Benjamin's Constipation

Summary:

benjamin suffers the consequences of having to constantly stay up late for work

It was late and Benjamin was doing some important work that needed to be done before he could go to sleep, which wouldn't be anytime soon. He took a long swig from his energy drink, emptying the can in the process, before suddenly feeling the need to take a piss. Putting the now empty can of the caffeinated beverage down on his desk, he got out of his chair and headed to the bathroom.

He stood in front of the toilet, lifted the seat, and dropped his pants and boxers, closing his eyes as he started pissing, but halfway through his urination he realized he needed to take a shit as well. Clenching his butt cheeks, he finished pissing and put the toilet seat back down so he could sit.

Once he was seated comfortably, he relaxed his cheeks as he felt the urge to poop slowly grow stronger. He wasn't sure how large his load was going to be, as he was a bit constipated and hadn't shit in a few days, but he wasn't worried about clogging the toilet. It was pretty powerful and could handle a surprising amount of poop. It did have its limits, though.

Eventually, Ben's asshole opened and the tip of a rock hard turd poked through it, making him wince in pain. He was afraid of this.

"Hnnngh..."

Gripping the toilet seat, he grunted and pushed as the hard, lumpy log rubbed against his insides painfully before sighing when it finally dropped into the toilet with a *sploosh*.

"Ahh..."

"Ngh.."

He then grunted and pushed again when another firm, but not as hard, log made its way out of him and into the bowl with a heavy *plop*.

He wasn't done yet, though. Medium sized lumps and small, hard pebbles of poop pushed themselves out of his ass, making *plops*, *plips*, and *splashes* as they hit the water.

Plipt

Sploosh

Plop

Plop

Plop

Plop

Plip plip

Plop

Plop

Once this was finally over, he wiped himself with some wipes, noting the specks of blood, and threw them in the trash. He then wiped with toilet paper to dry off and flushed the toilet before washing and drying his hands. He figured he should lay off the caffeinated beverages for a little while and drink more water...

Chapter 10: Ben's Constipation 2: Electric Boogaloo

Summary:

ben just can't catch a break

Despite his best efforts, Benjamin was constipated again and this time it was even worse than before. He hadn't pooped in a whole week and his stomach was hurting because of this. He'd tried laxatives, but they didn't work. He was thinking about going to the ER, but then a miracle happened.

While Ben was attempting to do some coding, emphasis on attempting because of how much discomfort he was in, he suddenly felt movement deep in his gut as well as the massive urge to shit. He knew it was time and he thanked the Sun God for it.

'Ugh, finally...'

He held his cramping belly as he got up from his chair and made his way to the bathroom. Once he reached the toilet, he pulled down his pants and boxers before sitting down on the seat. The action of sitting caused him to wince in pain and he started breathing heavily in preparation to release a week's worth of hardened poop.

"Hnnngghh..."

Ben began to push, slowly feeling something move in his rectum. He grit his teeth, pushing harder as he felt the large mass poke at the inside of his anus. Slowly but surely, his asshole opened up and that's when he realized how huge the log of shit he was about to birth really was.

The hard, thick turd spread his cheeks and painfully scraped against his anus as it exited his body. It felt like he was pushing out an actual rock and it hurt. Not only that, but it seemed to go on forever.

"Hrrrnngggh... fucking.. hurts...!"

Ben pushed even harder, gripping the toilet seat until his knuckles turned white. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take, but once the log reached an impressive length of twelve whole inches...

SPLOOSH

"Gah!"

Toilet water splashed against his ass when the huge log dropped into the bowl, and he gasped in pain and relief.

"Oh... oh my Sun God..."

Ben leaned back against the lid of the toilet while he took a breather. That felt like the biggest shit he'd ever taken, and yet he knew he wasn't entirely done yet. He felt some more movement in his intestines before several smaller logs practically fell out of his exhausted, burning asshole and noisily dropped into the toilet.

Now that he was fully empty, he grabbed some wet wipes and toilet paper and started cleaning himself up. Unsurprisingly, he saw some blood on the wipes and paper, but it wasn't too bad. After he was done, he got up from the toilet and pulled his pants and underwear back up. However, when he turned around, he suddenly realized there was a bit of a problem.

He looked into the toilet and saw the massive, dark brown turd sticking out of the water, surrounded by the other smaller, yet still rather large, ones. He knew his toilet was powerful enough to handle most loads, but he wasn't sure how he was going to flush this one...

Chapter 11: Ben's Discreet Diarrhea

Summary:

in the middle of a battle, ben learns to never eat leftover sushi the night before... even if it's his own

Benjamin was currently on the outskirts of Monkey Meadow, earning money for everyone in the war effort during a battle against the Bloons. He didn’t fight, so it would be too dangerous for him to be in the midst of everything.

During a lull in the fighting, he felt his stomach gurgle urgently in a way he had a bad feeling about. It wasn’t exactly the best time to have to use the bathroom, but when you gotta go…

Luckily, Ben was always prepared for situations like this. He had a bag with him that contained toilet paper, wet wipes, trash bags, and really good hand sanitizer. After making sure no one on the battlefield was watching, he took the bag and went behind a tree for some privacy.

He pulled down his pants and boxers before squatting down under the tree and releasing the contents of his bowels. To his dismay, chunky diarrhea poured out of him and onto the grass below.

‘Oh great, just what I need right now. I knew this wasn’t going to be a normal dump. Why did it have to happen in the middle of a battle?’

Annoyed, Ben pushed in an attempt to get rid of all the mushy poop in his gut as fast as possible. It burned a little on the way out and he thought about what could’ve caused it.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that leftover sushi last night…’

The constant spray of shit from his ass lasted for around another minute before it slowed to a trickle and then stopped.

Flleeaarrfffttt

To top everything off, a greasy, fishy-smelling fart burst from his ass, splattering a bit more diarrhea on the ground.

‘Yup, it was definitely the sushi…’

Ben had to use quite a few wipes to clean himself up before drying off with the toilet paper. He disposed of the wipes and paper in one of the trash bags, to be properly disposed of later, and cleaned his hands as best he could with another wipe and some hand sanitizer. After putting everything in the regular bag, he pulled his pants and underwear back up.

He turned around and looked at the puddle of diarrhea on the ground, surprised he could produce that much. That’s when he heard the sounds of Bloons popping in the distance and he realized he needed to get back to his seat. Luckily no one noticed he was gone or saw what he did so he could pretend it never happened, but that whole corner of Monkey Meadow smelled pretty bad for the rest of the battle.

Chapter 12: Ezili's Cursed Crap

Summary:

ezili has to get rid of the excess dark energy in her body somehow

Notes:

I was originally going to wait until the next game update before posting more chapters (because we're going to get a new hero), but I decided to post one early because why not

An unfortunate side effect of practicing, and mastering, dark magic is that it causes the user’s flatulence and feces to smell absolutely abhorrent, as if to make sure there wasn't too much dark energy in their body. This is something that Ezili had to deal with and had gotten used to, so she knew how to hide it from others. However, that was difficult when she needed to relieve herself while not at home.

She quickly stepped into the women’s restroom, making a beeline for the farthest stall and locking the door behind her.

Psssshhh

“Ah…”

She sat on the toilet and started peeing, sighing in relief. As she relaxed, she heard the door to the restroom open and saw someone enter the stall next to her.

‘How unfortunate.’

Pssshh

The monkey in the other stall started peeing as well and as much as Ezili didn’t want to force them to experience the smell of her upcoming business, she also wanted them to leave (partially so they wouldn’t have to smell it for too long and partially so she could have privacy).

Pssssrrrrppppffff

She released a long, hissing fart from her ass and stinky purple gas shot into the toilet before spreading throughout the entire stall and into the next one. The other monkey gasped, hurriedly finishing up and leaving the restroom without even washing their hands.

‘Disgusting.’

Ignoring the other monkey’s complete disregard for their own personal hygiene, Ezili prepared to expel the solid mass that was sitting in her abdomen.

“Hnn..”

Plooop

She pushed and a long, purple turd slithered its way out and into the toilet, followed by second one that landed in the water with another *ploop*. More smelly gas came out of her butt and rose up from the logs of poop in the toilet, slowly filling the whole area of the restroom.

That was all she had in her, so she wiped with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet. As she left the stall, a significant portion of the gas in the room was flushed away along with her other waste. The rest would eventually dissipate on its own. After washing her hands, she left the restroom.

Chapter 13: Pat Fusty's Big Poop

Summary:

obviously pat fusty takes some of the biggest dumps, have you seen his belly? it can probably fit so much poop

Pat Fusty was a big monkey and big monkeys take big dumps. Most toilets weren’t built to handle the amount of poop he produced and the sheer size of it, but luckily Super Monkeys also took rather large shits. Every public bathroom had at least one toilet made for Super Monkeys and all portable toilets were made for everyone, so he was at least able to use those if he was out somewhere and needed to poop. Most of the time, however, he just used his outhouse at home.

One day, he was relaxing in his pond when he felt some gas build up in his belly. He was alone and had no reason to hold it in, so he just let it out.

Bblblblbl

Bubbles appeared in the water behind him, making him laugh. He suddenly felt a more solid pressure in his belly when he stopped farting and realized that he needed to take a dump. After getting out of the water, he dried off and made his way to his outhouse so he could evacuate his bowels. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him and squatted over the large hole in the floor that led to an even more massive pit in the ground.

Pat began pushing as the head of a big turd opened up his anus. Despite its size, it slid out of him with relative ease and landed in the pit. A second equally large and thick log followed it, inching its way out of his body before eventually tapering off. He continued pooping until he’d expelled six big logs in total, but he wasn’t quite done yet.

“Ooh.. here comes a big one!”

An absolutely huge, long, and firm shit poked through his asshole. It slowly crawled out of him, deciding to take its sweet time as he pushed. It thankfully wasn’t overly hard or anything, just big and sluggish. Eventually it reached such an impressive length, at least a foot long and literally hanging out of his butt, that gravity started helping it move along. This sped things up and the log finally came out before landing in the pit on top of the other ones.

Now that Pat felt lighter and emptier, he got to work with wiping his ass and cleaning his hands. The door to the outhouse swung open as he exited it and went back to his pond.

Chapter 14: Gas Fartsy and the Stubborn Shit

Summary:

pat probably has the loudest farts out of anyone alive

PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT

Pat Fusty woke up one morning to the sound of a loud fart exiting his body and yawned before stretching and giving his large belly a few pats. He knew what he needed to do before getting ready for the day, so he got out of bed and headed for his outhouse.

After stepping inside the outhouse and closing and locking the door, he squatted over the hole. He urinated into the hole and prepared himself for the real reason he was there once his bladder was empty. He pushed, and…

PPPRRT

Another loud, but shorter, fart trumpeted out of his ass. He pushed again.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTT

He continued trying to get the poop in his gut out, but no matter what he did all that came out were farts. This went on for a while before he gave up and decided to try again later. He had to get ready to go to the weekly hero meeting at the military base that day, anyway.

Later, Pat was walking to the military base when he felt another urge to poop. He made his way over to a portable toilet that was nearby and went inside. After sitting down, he took a deep breath and pushed.

BBBBBBBBRRRRPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

He ripped a massive fart that shook the entire portable toilet, but he still wasn’t able to get anything else out. Disappointed and starting to get uncomfortable, he exited the toilet and continued his walk to the military base.

Once he arrived, he attended the meeting with the rest of the heroes. He was a bit distracted the entire time because of the discomfort in his abdomen, so he looked for the nearest men’s room once it was over. When he found it, he felt the urge to poop again. However, it was much stronger this time and it was accompanied by rumbling in his belly. He knew it was time.

He rushed into the restroom and went into the stall that was originally made for Super Monkeys, thankful that it was available. He sat down on the large toilet and pushed as hard as he could, wanting to finally get this stubborn load out of him once and for all.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT

PLOP

SPLOOSH

PLOP

SPLOOSH

He almost roared in relief. The fart that resulted from his efforts was so loud that it could be heard from outside the restroom. Four thick, firm logs shot out of his ass and splashed into the toilet, causing some water to get on him. He didn’t care, though, he finally managed to shit after not being able to all day and that’s all that mattered to him.

After wiping his ass and flushing the toilet, Pat exited the stall and washed his hands. He went home, fully relieved and ready to relax in his pond.

Chapter 15: Adora's Unholy Dump

Summary:

you thought I was just going to let adora have a simple bowel movement? you thought wrong

Notes:

I meant to post more when the update with silas first released, but I half forgot and half didn't feel like it

Adora was a holy woman, fully devoting herself to the Sun God, and one would think that her bowel movements were quiet, polite, ladylike, and just as holy as her. That couldn’t be further from the truth, though…

Entering her private bathroom in her Sun Temple, Adora closed and locked the door before taking off her robe and hanging it on the hook. She put her hands on her very slightly swollen and distended abdomen while staring at the toilet.

“What is about to occur will remain between me and the Sun God… and the Vengeful Monkey, I suppose…” she uttered to herself.

Her belly grumbled ominously at her and she wasted no time heading for the toilet, opening the lid, and sitting down. The toilet was made of gold and shaped like a large throne, perfect for a high priestess like her. It also had a matching stool to put her feet on so she could be in a squatting position, which she made sure to use. After letting her body relax, she let nature do its thing.

Pffffllllrrrrtttt

A surprisingly smelly fart came out of her, filling the toilet and the area around her with its pungent odor, but this was only the beginning. Her anus opened and multiple long, soft logs of poop noisily dropped into the bowl.

PLOPLOPLOPLOP

Ploploplolp

PLOPLOPLOPLOP

“O-oh dear Sun God…”

PLOPLOPLOPLOPLOP

PLOPLOPLOP

Her unholy dump continued for several minutes. Once her bowels had fully evacuated themselves, she gave a final push.

PLRRRRRRFT

“Ugh…”

She let out a loud, slightly wet fart on top of all the waste she had just released. Pushing some buttons on her throne, she sprayed some water and air on her backside to clean and dry it before standing up and turning around.

She gazed at the large pile of feces in the toilet, somewhat ashamed of herself for even being able to produce that much, and knew that flushing it in its current state was out of the question. She pressed another button and walked a few steps backwards before a beam of light shot into the toilet, completely incinerating everything inside it except for the water.

Once the light had dissipated, she closed the lid and flushed the remains. After washing and drying her hands, she put her robe back on and left the bathroom.

Notes:

I will write about all the heroes (except for psi) eventually, I'm going in order