Banana Pants Novels & Stories

“I don’t know if I can balance putting on my underwear.” “Well, maybe, you shouldn’t wear any,” Nathan smirked. “I’m not going without panties on a boat wearing a dress,” I declared. “One breeze and everyone gets to see YOUR pussy.” “Ok, I’m getting your panties right now,” he said, digging in my bag. “I really don’t want to gouge out my friend’s eyes for seeing it.” I laughed so hard I snorted. “How is it even your snort is cute?” Nathan grinned. I untied my bikini bottoms, and Nathan helped me step into my panties.

Wren said. “Thank you for that, and you’re right, I will tell you. Changing the subject, do you want me to write anything up about today?” Lindsay asked. “No, but I would like to be a fly on the wall when Little Bob explains those uniform pants to his wife. Before I leave, I will ask him what size he wears and get him a couple of pairs courtesy of the federal government,” Wren said. “That means the $70 pants will be about $700, right?”

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

They were a soft, pastel pink color, made of an insanely stretchy, comfortable fabric with an elastic waistband. I pulled them out, eyeing them dubiously. "You've got to be kidding me." I didn't have a choice. I stepped into them, pulling the fabric up my legs. Because of the heavy elastic band and the intentionally oversized, baggy cut, the pants actually stretched to fit my waist properly, though they ended a few inches above my ankles, clinging tightly to my thighs and showing off the massive bulge of my groin. I looked like a giant, dangerous hockey player dressed in a teenage girl's sleepwear.

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

Whether it was because he didn’t want to come home tonight, or because Anna’s words were true. Pandora didn’t want to think about that. At least she had sent a steamy photo of herself in skimpy attire. In the photo, Pandora’s long legs were encased in high heels—stilettos perfect for pole dancing. She had indeed taken the shot from the waist down. But for a closer look: Pandora wore a sheer bra and tight panties with straps crisscrossing her flat stomach. Both pieces were a vibrant red. A red that would ignite Kingston’s restlessness and how he would claim his prize.

“Now, let us get you dressed.” She handed me the jumper first. It was soft, thick, bright red, and decorated in white patterns of trees and tiny snow creatures. Then came the pants. Stretchy. Soft. Not leather. Not royal. Not anything I had ever worn. I held them up by the corners. “What manner of clothing is this? Why do the legs look like they are trying to escape each other?” “They are called pants,” Elara said gently. “Humans wear them.” “I only wear pants for training,” I muttered. “And those are leather. And do not stretch in threatening ways.”

I ask. Scarlett starts laughing and says, "I am sorry. I forgot how long you have been away from the fashion world. Those are yoga pants and they are the most comfortable things in the women's world. They come in every color and design. Some have pockets, some only come down a little below your knee and some flare at the bottom. I am sure we can find you plenty of pairs." Yoga pants, that sounds like a funny name but having that many options sounds awesome. I might just have to have only yoga pants. Maybe some shorts too. It is already rather warm and it is only supposed to get warmer. This could be fun. I am looking forward to tomorrow now.

I wanted to bathe first before I dealt with the aftermath. The pants I’d been given were brown, and there were in fact two pairs. They were slightly large on me, so I wasn’t sure how Allie thought they’d stay up on her tiny frame. The shirt was an olive green colour, and the fabric felt nice against my skin. It was shaped like a t-shirt but with thicker, stronger material.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.