Poop Desperation Novels & Stories

Andre asked. I thought for a few moments. "Piss yes, poop no." "So you do have some limits," he stated. "I guess I do," he replied. "No worries," Andre continued. "Poop isn't my thing anyway, but it has happened here. I assume Jerome has DPed you or you wouldn't be here." "Yes and it was amazing," I confessed. "As a new girl, at some point you'll do a six-some. Is that a problem?" he asked.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

We spent every day anxiously filming skits, but the results were disappointing—our followers remained few and far between. After more than two months of struggle, every last bit of our money had disappeared. Our landlord eventually threw out all of our belongings and told us to leave the apartment. With nothing but our luggage and a mere five dollars left in our pockets, Matthew and I resolved to eat first, film one last video, and put this so-called entrepreneurial journey to rest. We planned to find steady jobs afterward. We had been working on a mini-series, and with the final skit, we wrote an ending that brought the story to completion—an effort to tie things up neatly.

Celeste Harper had done a lot of desperate things in her life. She had juggled three soul-crushing jobs at once, surviving on caffeine and sheer spite. She had lived on instant noodles for weeks, the salty broth a poor substitute for a real meal. She had even lied through her teeth just to land a voice-acting gig that barely covered the interest on her mounting debts. Poverty wasn't just a state of being for Celeste; it was a relentless predator, always snapping at her heels.

Chapter One “Shit!” Yup, you guessed it, I’m sitting here with my hands covered in human fecal matter. Oh, and I’d like to imagine that this moment would be better if it was my own. At least then I could come up with some temporary excuse to explain the absolute craziness of this extremely low point in my life. Like the stomach flu, some food poisoning, or hell even some rare fucked up crazy exotic virus that could cause me to end up elbows deep in human excrement and feign some pathetic strand of my dignity. Sadly, I will never be so damn lucky. No, I have coated in alcohol-infused waste of my soon-to-be ex’s now-vacated bowels. Which can only be described at this point, as hot acidic booty

The men roared and unloaded inside them, flooding their wombs and guts with massive, thick loads that overflowed instantly, pouring out in heavy white rivers down their bodies and pooling on the filthy floor. When they finally pulled out, both sisters’ pussies and assholes gaped obscenely, twitching and pulsing, leaking thick waterfalls of cum mixed with piss and squirt onto the floor beneath them. Sophia and Aurora lay side by side in the disgusting puddle, bodies trembling, covered head to toe in layers of warm, sticky filth. Sophia looked into the camera with dead, euphoric eyes and rasped: “We are nothing but disgusting, leaking fuckmeat now…”