Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

My mouth is a trash can, throw it here! [Why are you doing this? Why throw it away? Whyyy?!] [I'll come and pick it up! Toss out your trash and I'll fetch it!] [Master, your humble servant arrives late. Do you still need a dog to clean your trash?] They were close to fainting from rage. Their hearts bled. Food was a luxury. Gas ran out days ago. Hot meals came as rare miracles. A slice of sirloin steak lived as a dream they would not dare ruin even in sleep, and he had thrown a whole batch away. It felt unforgivable.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

"Come back... come back quickly! I need to make a wish!" But after what felt like an eternity, there was no response—only the heavy sound of Ben's breath and Dean's own sobs filled the room. "Why isn't he here?" Dean thought desperately. "Am I not desperate enough? Is this not despair enough?" Dean's gaze slowly lost focus, his strength draining away with each passing moment, consumed by fear and despair. At this moment, he was left with nothing but his underwear, he was only one step away from complete humiliation.

The crisp night air hit Matteo DiCarlo’s face as he stepped out of his car, the tires of his black SUV screeching as it came to a halt on the gravel driveway. The mansion before him was an ostentatious display of wealth—an image that now seemed tainted by the stench of desperation. He adjusted his tailored black suit, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings as he walked toward the front door. A sense of impatience gnawed at him. He didn’t like waiting, and he certainly didn’t like dealing with people who couldn’t pay their debts.

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever they promise to do a ceasefire or a truce, the world will be taken by a series of misfortunes. Over time, people would fall into despair, diseases would spread, All the effects that covid has caused to take the lives of everyone living, despair, the economy the best word to describe it is despair, death, panic, everyone went crazy

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

No one know what desperation can do to people. “Therefore, we’re screwed,” I said. “Yeah,” he replied, sighing in dejection.

Chloe_awesome_scott (Chloe) What is it, Soph? Are you okay? I_pooped No! I need you guys! Yes_you_suck (Mia) Istg, if this is a joke; you are a dead meat, Sophia. Chloe_awesome_scott Are you okay though, Soph? Is something wrong? I_ pooped Um...yeah, something is very wrong. Cereal_killer Spill. What is it? I_pooped I am bored. Chloe_awesome_scott ... Yes_you_suck You can consider yourself dead.