Banana Pants Novels & Stories

“If you want to, Anais. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Hmmm,” she replied. “I need some pants.” “What?” Atlas asked, confused. Anais hugged him tightly and laughed. “Pup’s making his presence known and I need new pants. Mine technically still fit, but the maternity ones in the tux were much more comfortable than having mine pressed against my belly.” “We can get you some clothes when we go out,” Atlas suggested. Anais pulled back and looked at her mate. “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to just see how the groceries go and then maybe we can do another outing later.” She held her breath for a moment to see how Atlas would react.

Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by. The figure, who was not considered Maureen's type, was only wearing pangsi pants, a type of pants that widened at the bottom for pencak silat players. Meanwhile, his bare chest showed the kind of harbor most women dream of. Every curve, shiny with sweat, molded by bone and muscle, is perfectly presented without any fine hair. "Angga, in case you forgot." He said his name again as he extended his hand. Without waiting to be greeted, he grabbed Maureen's fist, unraveling it into a momentary posture.

Half an hour later, she finished applying the medicine to herself. After she changed her clothes and came out, she went out with Barbara to the downtown mall. Barbara was a shopaholic. She bought a lot of things in no time and now she pulled Bethany to an exclusive bag store of a certain brand. “Dear, what do you think of this?" Barbara took an artificial leather handbag to Bethany. Bethany took a look, “The bag is good but it isn't suitable for daily usage but only for attending banquets. Donnie, you don't really want to attend the banquet, do you?”

Cara could wear a potatoe sack and still be looking splendid. There was one time she came into the office wearing a well tailored suit pant. Half of it was brown and the other half was white. She paired it with a black silk top. I was so closing to asking her were she got such beautiful pants from. I wanted to get mum something similar. As the universe would have it, I overhead her tell one of the board members were she got them from. I didn’t hesitate to get one for mother. Surprisingly it was super cheap for a very nice pant like that. I open her side of the door and usher her in. Rnb fills the air as we drive to the park.

Andy nodded, pouting. "As you can remember, someone was chasing me then. And I jumped from the outside to your backyard. And I saw that there were clothes hanging, and at that time I had a wound on my arm so I planned to take a cloth to aid my wound, BUT! I got something else. And that is your... your panty with Monday written on it. Come to think of it, Baby, you haven't shown me the Tuesday to Sunday panties yet," Andy buried her face in Clein's chest and slapped him in embarrassment. In the morning…

Her focus was on his pants, the desire to undress him was way too much to ignore. In a swift movement, his pants were set free as she pulled them off which he willingly complied, leaving him with a pair of blue Balenciaga undies.

He flashes me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. The pants he brought are exactly what I’ve been searching for. They’re similar to what the guys wear, complete with small pockets on the legs, but they fit closer to my body. Designed for a weapons belt, they sit well against my hips. As I begin to fill the pockets, I realize why the guys always wear their belts… the weight threatens to pull my pants down without one.

The pants had a tooled leather belt with a filigreed design highlighted in pink. Steel-toed work boots, with a pink band, laced, with a zipper too. Black and pink work gloves stuck in a back pocket, a magenta bandana hanging from the other, and a brand-new Caterpillar ball cap holding down her short black hair, with a 'Hello Kitty' pin in the crown. "I'm going to work with you." I laughed, finished my coffee, and got up. "let's go." As I drove, I looked at my daughter. All the piercings were gone but you could still see the holes.

It was only a matter of time before I would show her the world, before I would relieve her of the stress she had been going through all these years. I dressed up, brushing my hair to the side and applying a little gel. I donned on my white shirt and my Banana Republic 484 slim fit black trousers. There was hardly any brand better than Banana Republic to me, and that was why most of the trousers in my wardrobe were filled with their brand. Slipping my black Clarks into my feet, I stood, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I was okay, at least to my parents standards. “Oh, you look so fine.”

She replied, “What's anyone's business with my pant? Is it not under my clothes that I will wear it?” Madam Alora replied, “Enough! Now put this on.” Lara frowned as she collected the new red pant from Lady Alora's hand. She turned around and wore it, but the pant hugged tightly to her buttocks, making her buttocks shoot out at the back. It didn't even cover up her buttocks properly. Madam Alora said, “Now this is what we call pant. Janet, let me see the gown that you've brought out for Lara. Will she be needing any bra to wear with it?”