Poop Pants On Purpose Novels & Stories

he screamed in front of all the cameras. The baby had pissed on him. The piss trickled down his pants into his shoes. “No,not my shoes” he screamed as he bent down to take it off in a hurry. He rushed out while all his company followed. Everyone at the scene seemed to be glued to their mobile phones. Todd checked his phone, there were three news flash with videos. “ The pissing candidate” Todd chuckled as he read and watch the video when the piss trickled down his pants. “ Baby thrower” he played the second video as Mr. Cypher nearly threw the poor baby away.

“He’s giving those low groans again. I think he’s going to…” All of a sudden, Darian pooped all over his garment and my eyes widened. “Poop.” He completed his statement and we both burst out laughing. Darian looked at us in confusion and suddenly began to laugh too. “I’m so sorry. I should have used his pampers. I had no idea he’d poop again so soon.” I uttered, carefully carrying him away from Randall’s arms. “It’s okay. I’ll just go and wash up.” He responded, holding the helm of his royal garment and lifting it so the poop won’t mess the floor.

Gulping, I totally forgot about my poop philosophy as I immediately wiped my butt with the kleenex I brought; I don't care about my poop anymore, I don't care if I cut in half or not because I am not just scared; I'm terrified. I care more about my life than my shit. Both figuratively and literally. Growl. I immediately -and awkwardly- ran towards my bag which was placed a few feet away from me. While walking, I was pulling my pants and panties up on the way. So remember when I said that not cutting your own poop in half is a talent? Yeah, well what I'm doing right now is God's gift. "Holy shit holy shit holy shit," I muttered while grabbing my bag and opened it. "Holy shit holy shit holy sh

"But if it was like school. I bet they would do some studying" "Even in school most people don't even study for their own benefits" "Yea,that's true" "Welp,I'm done putting my jeans up and they are ready to be given away to our lovely neighbor Hannah" "Good! You can help me with mines then" "You're not done with yours yet?" Sophia asked "No,I still have like four piles of pants left" Jennifer replied. "You know that I'm the one that wore pants more than anything" "Just pick them up by eight and stuff it in the bag" Sophia said as Jennifer whines.

It wasn't a mean look; it was meant as playful. A small smile rose as I realized what he expected me to do. I hurried forward so my face was at the front of his waistband. I opened my mouth and grasped the button of his tuxedo pants with my teeth, pulling it to the side, but that didn't work. I used my mouth again to grab the material and work it back and forth. I got it off the button. I used my tongue to open the pants up a bit, then my teeth to take hold of the zipper, pulling it down and opening the pants up, exposing the black, bikini-style briefs underneath. Then, moving side to side and grasping the pants with my mouth, I pulled his pants down to the point where they fell to the floor

‘Fucking great, thanks for that. I strip off my stained pants and underwear, sliding on the fresh pair. The pad feels weirdly uncomfortable, and I’m not completely convinced it’s in the right spot, but it seems to cover the essentials. Comparing it to the stain on my other underwear, it should do the trick. Grabbing the clean yoga pants, I pull them on quickly.

They argue differently than Mama did with Christos, but it reminds me all the same. My stomach kills. Not like I’m going to throw up—thankfully—but between the food baby resulting from dinner and baby, these pants really don’t fit. Sneakily, I unfasten the button and drape my shirt over it. I’m not really showing enough for people to notice, but my jeans definitely have.

He looked at me with a bored expression. "What," he replied with an irritated tone. "You're the... The one who stole my panty!" I shouted without even thinking about what came out of my mouth. And right after I said it, I could hear the students around us gasping out of surprise. And that’s when I thought of what did I just said. F*ck, Andy, Why did you say that out loud?! Oh heavens, just get me right now!

he explained. I replied as if I was bargaining, "I never wear panties anyway. But why no pantyhose?" "You don't wear panties either? That must be a sister thing," he chuckled. "Maybe," I shrugged. He continued, "As for no pantyhose, it's so I can slide my thick cock inside my freeuse Mommy's pussy whenever I want." He slid his dick back between my lips for a few strokes, then pulled back out so I could reply. "What does freeuse mean?"

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”