Peed Pants Novels & Stories

PIPER My boots patter on the smooth paved driveway of the Theta house, as I follow behind Paisley. She’s strutting in stilettos, while I’m marching in boots. It already feels like I’ve done something wrong. Why did I ever agree to this? Scratch that. Why did I agree to wearing this outfit? The plush, white and pink romper, with bunny ears attached to the hoodie is unflattering. Of course my big boobs push at the cheap and flimsy zipper, letting it be known at least that I’m a girl. But you can’t see any of my curves. Not the way Paisley is on full display. Cheeky underwear-like bottoms, with fishnets underneath, and a deep purple corset, that pushes her boobs up high. She fusses with them tr

They were too modern, too human, for this realm. "It's like we've gone back in time. Except women here can wear pants and not get shamed for it." Kyra muttered. "Yes, but apparently, the barbaric ways of thinking haven't evolved." I stripped out of my nightgown, pulling on underwear and a bra, before selecting a pair of leather pants and a black t-shirt. Everything fit me perfectly like it was made precisely for me, and I couldn't help but wonder if Garren had prepared long before yesterday for my arrival or if it was just pure luck that everything in here was my size.

I ask and Oliver helps me, the dress is big and if I lift the bottom to sit on the toilet it won't work. “What the fuck is that lingerie?” Oliver says looking at me as I step out of the dress. “I bought it on Friday, I'm talking about pulling down my panties and sitting on the toilet. “I just don't eat you here because I want to save your pussy for later, after all, we can't force it too much and I want to eat you with your pompom panties.” He says giving me a longing look. “Don’t start thinking about these things unless you’re going to get a hard-on,” I warn while I pee.

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 curious eighteen-year-old now padded out of the house barefoot, wearing a loose pair of drawstring shorts, without panties, and a cropped T-shirt without a bra that she planned to sleep in. She was petite, with tightly compact curves, but she often wished she had bigger tits, even though her legs were shapely, curving into a pertly rounded ass.

Germaine was not sure what to make of it. She had been here for just three days only, and she had seen the men wearing different types of clothing. If it wasn't fur, it was a dark brown material that closely resembled leather. This leather- wanna be material was presently wrapped around the lower part of their bodies exactly like pampers is worn on babies. On their feet were slippers with strings interlacing their toes and tied around their ankles also in the same material. As usual, their chests were bare.

Damien's P.O.V. I felt like an idiot. Paxton hadn't returned for a few hours, stating that he had been turned away by several stores before finally going to one willing to let him make a purchase. Still, it had been Naomi's cousin, the one he had slept with, and she gave him one minute to race through the racks and gather everything I would need. Nothing fit me properly, but it would have to work. The jeans were an inch too short, the shoes a size too small, and the black button-up shirt seemed to get wider toward the bottom even though it fit my chest perfectly.

I lifted my hips, and my shorts came off, but not my panties. I blushed, realizing which panties I was wearing. They were so silly -- plain white but with the Rolling Stones mouth and tongue logo right above my pussy, looking ready to eat me out. They were a gift from one of my more raunchy friends, custom made for the whole track team. Jon smirked at them. "Cute. I didn't know they made panties like that." "You can get almost anything made online, apparently." "Are those... an invitation?" he asked.

he said and I opened the packet to get shocked "Why so shocked Antara?" he asked and the way he took my name that was scary for sure "What is this?" I asked him gathering some confidence "A dress?" he said and it sounded like a question to himself only It is anything but a dress! It is a see-through panty and bra set, nothing else. "You call it a dress? It is used as undies, not a dress." I said irritated my fear for him fading a bit for some time

The sweatpants have a hole in the left knee and a pasta stain on the thigh from Tuesday’s dinner. They’re the ugliest thing I own and I’m wearing them on the couch at 9 PM while a woman in an emerald dress worth more than my advance has her hand on my husband’s arm in a photograph that fourteen thousand people have already liked.