Poop Pants On Purpose Novels & Stories

When he finally brought my dress to my waist, the cold breeze penetrated my damp pussy. “You’re not wearing your pants?" He asked in surprise, more like in shock. I bet he would have felt it earlier, but he wouldn’t have thought about it. I smirked, watching his expression: “No. I haven’t. I’m so done with your ripping my pants all the time.” I had to buy twenty to twenty-five panties in a month because of his impatient behavior. “That’s why I decided not to wear them around you." "This is the fucking second-best decision you’ve ever made,” he muttered, opening his pants.

I checked them, and they were my clothes with my underwear. “Did he pick up my clothes for me?” I asked, looking at the underwear. “Yes, I did. Cute pants,” he said, and I jumped in shock, not expecting it. But my face heats up, looking at the pants. I have other pants, and he chose this one? It’s a bunny type of pant, very childish. Why did I even buy it? Oh, I remember, I used to have a bunny pet who died, and when I went to get these pants, I couldn’t help but admire them. Damn him, I thought removing my clothes.

I said softly. “Are you sure?” As she asked this she pressed my hand tightly against her crotch and let out a last little trickle of pee over my fingers. “Well, you already pissed my pants for me,” I said, looking down at my expensive dress pants which were getting colder by the second. “I have another idea though.” Before she could ask what I had in mind, I picked her up and laid her back down on my desk. She giggled a little as she went through the air. She left her legs spread open on my desk and I caught a glimpse of her soft white panties that were now sporting a large yellow stain. I loosened my belt and let my wet pants fall to the floor. They were quickly followed by the boxers that

“I feel like I am about to poop. Please, just wait in the living room because it will really be embarrassing for me.” “I will wait for you here outside of this door,” Blue pushed, as he always does. “And more importantly, what is so embarrassing with poop? It is not a crime, come on. You should not be ashamed of it because all of us are also doing that same thing.” I facepalmed. It is really hard to debate with someone who is so smart like him. He will always find a way to turn the tables around in a way that will benefit him the most.

While he was bowing his head looking on the floor and holding his behind who already had a poop. "It stinks!" One boy on the middle of the line shouted. "Yuckk! He poops in his pants!" One of the girl shouted and pointed at Felix who was already ashamed of himself. All the kids were pointing at him and laughing at him. While Felix can't help himself but to cry out because of shame. That incident that happened turned him into becoming a famous kid in their classroom. They called him 'Felix the Poop!'. Even though he has been called that way. In the long run he thought that they would be forgotten those bad image of him but it is not because every time they saw him they always teases him.

I tense, squeezing my eyes closed and holding my breath, praying the loud noise didn't wake her up. Slowly, I peek one eye open and breathe out a breath of relief when I see she is still sleeping. I almost fall over again when my foot slips through a hole near the knee. I hop on my left foot, trying to balance myself. During the process I accidentally pushed my leg all the way through the hole and heard the damn pants tear even further. Fuck my life! I thought as I looked down to see the mess I made of my pants. I look like an idiot who doesn't know how to get dressed. Frustrated, I reached down and ripped the bottom of my pants off the right leg only to realize I look even worse. It looks l

Well it just so happened that my inquisitiveness was alot stronger than my pride and anger, so i put on my big girl pants and went up to my dad to question him. Just so you know, I do have a big girl pant. It's a black leather pant with ripped stripped and a red write up saying "IDGAF". That pant got me feeling like a biker girl, it's my confidence booster for house conversations. He was sitting on the couch with his laptop positioned on the arm rest. I walked in and he was about to immediately try initiating a conversation but held back his words with a sign, looking at my pants with exhaustion. I guess he does recognize the blessed pants.

I snap, grabbing my left ankle and yanking it upwards as if wrenching a plunger out of the U-bend of a toilet. “Really, if you’d just let me help, I—“ “No!” I shriek, rather louder than intended. “I mean, look . . . I’ve got it now,” I declare triumphantly as I successfully unstick my foot and send the stool clattering to the floor, and follow it head first. I perform an ungraceful commando roll and bounce back onto my knees. As my knees hit the floor I put out my hands to catch myself and hear my dress rip at the seems. And if life wasn’t already bad enough I fart too. I cough in an attempt to hide the sound.

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.

Instead of eating it, she scattered it toward a few wild birds by the trail that clearly weren't afraid of humans, then lifted her phone and started filming a short video. "Guys, look at me, getting up close with nature. Aren't these little birds adorable?" Her sweet voice made my stomach churn. Suddenly, one of the birds swooped down. A splatter of droppings landed squarely on the biscuit in her hand. She screamed shrilly and flung the entire pack away as if it were contaminated. Then, she twisted open a bottle of precious drinking water and poured it over her soiled hand. That was our life-saving water.