Poop Pants On Purpose Novels & Stories

I tried to breathe through them, but every inhale made it worse, like oxygen was bullying me. “I pulled his pants down. Jesus. I pulled his fucking pants down. Like I’m some revenge-obsessed freak who gets off on public humiliation. I’m gonna go viral, aren’t I? Someone’s gonna post it on TikTok with a dumb sound and a million likes and a hashtag like #WedgieWarrior or #HeartbreakHazard and oh my God—” I stopped. Choked on a sob. Slammed both fists into my thighs.

The room was filled with the acrid scent of urine as Richard urinated in his pants. “Damn it!” he cried. “Let her go. This crazy bitch is serious!” “Oh. My. God!” Antony shouted excitedly. “fuck! What a Nancy Boy! He’s pissed himself! For God’s sake, just let them go. This situation is getting out of hand!”

Within the next three minutes, Chuck Cunningham was efficiently, and with great embarrassment, de-pantsed by two girls. It wasn’t that Chuck didn’t want to lose his pants. If the girls had simply said, “Hey Chuck, we’d like to see your penis. How about it?” he would have gladly shucked his jeans. But having your pants forcibly removed by two girls, who have the mysterious knowledge of how to make you helpless, just doesn’t match the self image of most males.

“Damn it, Micah, you broke the last pair. They were silk and…” “And I’ll buy you some more,” he laughs as he claims his latest trophy. He has a strange fetish for stealing my panties and has become a lot more daring about how and where he manages it. “Or, you could always leave them for me like little presents so I won’t have to break them. It could be like a treasure hunt.” I gasp, mortified. “But what if someone else found them.” “Lucky them,” he grins mischievously as if the idea of strangers potentially coming across my colorful used panties would somehow make this all more fun for him.

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.

However, Bubbles… Pooped. The little kid wasn’t wearing any pants. Her original pants were used as a medium to get into the Undying Clan’s base. After that, her pants turned into dust. Later, Alex was too busy escaping to put diapers on for her. Great. Now, she had pooped all over her father’s neck. “Ahh— “You really are my biological daughter!” Alex exclaimed.

SHAMELESS PDA! Will_the_devil I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT I_pooped OH, PLEASE, YOU JUST JEALOUS OF THEIR LOVE. Will_the_devil YOU GUYS ARE IMPOSSEIBLE. I AM OUT TOO. BYE. I_pooped TSK, TSK. WE DON'T SAY BYE HERE. Will_the_devil OH, REALLY?! I_pooped MHM. DON'T DO THAT AGAIN. Will_the_devil WATCH ME. BYE. BYE. BYE.

"You are done talking with mum?" "Yeah," I answered with a little laugh. He looks at me while his eyebrow is lifted. "What's funny?" "Well," I shrugged my shoulders. "Tss. Did mum told you something about me?" "Sort of." I laugh a little while rolling my eyeballs at him. "Mum!" He whispered. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. It's normal to poop in your pants when you are in seventh grade." I laugh. "Hey!" He pointed me with his index finger.

“Oh man, burning poop!” “No, shit!” “Yes shit, dog shit.” “This is gonna be funny as hell.” “All we gotta do is get a stick, put dog poop in the bag. We close up the bag and pour a little lighter fluid on it, and light it. Then we ring the doorbell and run like hell.”

Now, his white complexion had a bluish tint to it. "Would you mind moving your foot? My…, anyway, you are stomping on it." Rose made the statement while pointing at his pants, which Jason was standing on. It is possible that he will not be able to wear that because it was stepped on in a muddy area, but this is unacceptable behaviour, so he needed to clean it up. It could be a problem if an elderly person saw these palm-sized neon cheetah design underpants wandering around on the floor and had a heart attack as a result of seeing them.