Poop Drawing Novels & Stories

"Mom, is my brother's poop stinky?" "It's not stinky. Smell and see. It's sour. The poop of a baby who is still drinking milk doesn't stink at all," said Sabrina. Sebastian and Aino were both speechless, especially Sebastian. He pinched his nose and knitted his eyebrows. "Look at yourself. At the very least, you're also a working professional in the city and a top architect. Look at what you're doing. Both your hands are covered in a child's poop and you even put it near your nose to smell it."

Sinclair, the visual teacher, approached me. I felt shy at her comment and wondered if she was telling the truth or just being kind to me. I settled for the last thought. She led me towards the picture booth. "I'll do good, Ms. Sinclair," I said after she walked off, right after showing me the picture booth box. She nodded, and I slapped my head, wishing I'd said nothing. I haven't been here for five minutes, and I'm already showing my weirdness. I cursed myself. Shortly, couples were popping up, and the party began. Some came to take pictures. Since the school couldn't afford a better picture booth machine. I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture.

I decided a brisk jog around the pond would do it, clutching my stomach as I started out like I was in pain. Damn, I deserve an Oscar after all the shit I’m doing today. I grinned to myself. Halfway around the pond, I doubled over and looked around, looking for someplace that would be perfect. I saw a tree with a few bushes around the bottom. Ducking on down, I pulled my shorts down past my knees and squatted; leaving the biggest pile of steaming shit I could. I took the brochure out of my pocket and wiped myself with it, crumbling it and leaving it close to the excrement. Let’s see if they’ll like that! Everything was set to go then, and hopefully Teddy Two got the message.

he answered flatly, “covered in leaves and a little bit of bird poop.” Her nose wrinkled in horror. “Oh my God! Where?” She immediately started poking at her face and hair, sniffing delicately. “Get it off! Get it off!” she hissed, trying to pinpoint the exact spot where the offending poop might be hiding. “Bird poop is like the herpes of outdoor stains. It just never fully goes away.”

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

But there was no notepaper to be seen. Who doesn't keep Post-Its on their desk? Poppy scowled in annoyance. She thought he might have scrap paper inside the desk, but she felt a bit uncomfortable to just dive in looking for it. Tentatively, she eased open the top drawer. A familiar yellow square came into view. "Oh, yay!" She opened the drawer further and picked up the yellow sticky pad. Beneath it was a photograph. Slowly, Poppy reached for it.

Sophie lunged forward and snatched the drawing out of my hands. "Sophie!" I reached for it, but she's taller than me. She held it high where I couldn't get it. Sophie took a step back, and then—she ripped it. She tore it into pieces and threw them into the trash can. I chased after it. There was gross, dirty water at the bottom of the bin. The pieces fell right in, turning into a soggy mess. I reached my hand in to fish them out, but as soon as I touched the wet paper, it fell apart.

“Where is that drawing? I just found out that it’s missing.” “I flushed it down the toilet.” “What?!” Serenity was stunned. “How could you…” “When I took you back to your room last night, you suddenly sat up and threw up on my hand as soon as I put you down. So, I grabbed a piece of paper and wiped my hands with it, only to find out later that it was a drawing. But since it was already soiled, I flushed it into the toilet along with other tissues.” Serenity was speechless and thought, ‘Did I throw up last night?’