Peed Pants Novels & Stories

Of course, I was the only one in here at eleven-thirty in the morning. We'd walked around for hours trying to find something she thought she could handle against her body for more than two minutes. She'd tried on jeans, leggings, overalls, sweaters, tanks, and every single piece of everything in between. Some poor woman had finally taken pity on us. I had no idea there was even a thing called a personal shopper, but she'd gotten Sweetcheeks to wear a pair of some kind of stretchy pants for almost thirty minutes. I'd been hard for twenty-nine of those minutes as I watched her ass bunch and flex in the black material.

And also because I really don't want to drag him into all this mess. So I just flip the topic. "This fridge is drier than the desert." Seven chuckles. "Mine is the desert itself!" I grin broadly. "Does that mean you're my date to the supermarket?" 🛒🛒🛒🛒🛒🛒🛒 "Sweatpants were made to look lazy and ugly on girls," says Seven. "But you rock on them like some famous supermodel on the runway." The sweatpants look ugly and buggy on me.

"Choke on that cock. Choke on that cock like a fucking whore." She broke away from the girl with the curves and proceeded to drape herself over Pigtails, wrapping her arms around the petite cocksucker and cupping her breasts in her hands. Unable to take much more of this, the guy with the glasses stepped behind Hot Pants, reached around her and undid her snap. Her shorts fell to the road and she let out a long moan as she arched her ass into the air. She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening.

“There. Are you happy?” He shrugged. “I’m neither happy nor unhappy. You still haven’t stripped. Now, take those pants off. And, you might as well pull the panties down with them. That classifies as stripping, since you seem to be having such a hard time with the term.” She bit down on a scream as she reached for the buttons on her pants. Pompous. Cocky. Son-of-a…. She slid her pants down her legs, kicking them off as the evening breeze caressed her exposed flesh. She didn’t even stand up as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs as well. When both pieces of clothing were resting with her shirt and bra, she stood back up, her hands on her hips as

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

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.

So shorts and a tank, that's all she would need, with a comfortable pair of shoes. Peyton turned her back on the discarded mountain of clothes on her bed and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out the drawer and selected a pair of denim shorts and a pale pink tank. She put on a comfortable sports bra instead of the lacy, push-up number she had been planning on wearing, and a soft pair of cotton boy-short briefs. Not the least bit sexy, but extremely comfortable.

And then there was what was between those thighs. I reached up awkwardly and tugged her black Adidas running shorts down her legs, revealing a canary yellow pair of Victoria's Secret athletic panties with a black waistband, clinging to her ass. They looked incredibly sexy, but they had to go, too. I tugged at that waist band, and they slid with difficulty down her thighs to her knees, along with the shorts.

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.

“What are you working on?” Dampness is already spreading on the crotch of my panties. “Um…I’m studying for my fashion merchandising final.” Clement hums low in his throat and flips up my skirt, revealing the frilly, white panties he bought me, leaving them in my drawer without a conversation. Right alongside the cheetah print thong Nicholas bought for me to rile up Clement.