Peed Pants Novels & Stories

“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.”

A knock at the door attracted Rose’s and Emerson’s attention. A doctor with a nurse and a beautiful young girl, donned in a champagne-coloured pantsuit and tattoos all over her body, walked in. Rose’s eyebrows furrowed when she realised that the pants were made of leather. That was bizarre for her. Who wears leather pants of that colour?

Chapter 54 Meanwhile, in the hotel suite, Patrícia stepped out of the shower with her hair still damp, wrapped in a white towel. She went straight to the closet and slowly began to get dressed with natural elegance. She chose black lace lingerie, subtly provocative, put on the stockings with garters, then the bra, adjusting the clasps precisely. After that, she slipped into a pencil skirt and a structured blazer—the look of a confident woman, ready to face any setting.

Picking them up with two fingers, I trudged back to my seat. "Okay, I’m back." "What brand are they?" she asked, challenging me. I unfolded the panties and squinted at the tag. "La Perla," I muttered. "Did you know those are really expensive, you little wanker?" "N-no," I admitted, surprised. "I could’ve kept your money yesterday as reimbursement, and it still wouldn’t cover the cost." "S-sorry?" I stammered, unsure if she wanted an apology or payment.

This was getting interesting. The latex stretched over my backside and hips, but was very tight. I had to tug it to get it in place. As I pulled the dress on, I realized unless you looked very closely, you wouldn't notice it. There was no panty line and the vibrator didn't stick out in front. If anything, at first glance you might think I was going commando. Dawn had not brought a bra with her, so that would be obvious under the thin dress she chose. The dress itself wasn't particularly sexy or inappropriate. Dawn told me it was a "Petal and Pup, Tuscany Dress." It was simple, didn't show any cleavage and came down close to my knees. It was only improper because of what I had on under it and

I giggled at her because she loved all that girlie stuff, and clothes shopping was heaven to Payton. Running into the bathroom, Payton turned on the shower. I didn't even have a chance to pee before she had stripped and jumped into the water. Shaking my head, I decided to pick out some clothes to wear, and decided on a pink off-the-shoulder top that came down to just below my belly button. I paired it with a pair of black low-riding skinny jeans and a pair of matching pink pumps. Laying them out on the bed, I waited for Payton to finish her shower.

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.

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I was highly distracted.” I pulled back and rolled my eyes. “Says the man in the grey sweatpants.” “What about my sweatpants?” “Lift up your shirt.” He followed my instructions and exposed his muscular abdomen and the oh-so-enticing V that disappeared beneath the waistband. “Damn.” I blew out a breath and fanned my face. “Those are totally hot.” “Wait, my sweatpants are hot?” “Oh, hell, yes. You didn’t know that grey sweatpants are the male equivalent of lingerie?”

It wasn't permanent like a name. I reached out and grabbed the leather pants. Was I skinny enough for these? I slid them on one leg at a time and buttoned them. My mouth drew down in a frown. I could see why only really skinny chicks wore these. They showed every part. I needed to hit the gym more. I'd been trying, but between Kira's work schedule and Lanie's imprisonment, it was still a struggle to get in shape.

I asked nervously. "Look, how is it? Isn't it perfect!" Mom exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. Oh my goodness! This was probably the most daring underwear I'd ever seen! It had cut-out sides and was a T-back. What is this? I'd have to shave to wear this panty! "Wow, I like it, Mom. I'm sure it will fit Alexis perfectly," Zac chimed in, pretending to be excited. He even smiled at me, as if saying, "I got my revenge," bwahaha.