Poop Pants On Purpose Novels & Stories

It makes me want to dance. I sway my hips left and right, left and right, some more left and right. But, then I feel my butt begins to burn. What’s going on? I look down and find the answer. Shit. I didn’t wear any pants. My boxer brief wasn’t made to handle the hotness of my sway. I chuckle to my thought. Though it’s really good sway, I have to safe my hot butt. My hot butt brings out a laugh from my chest. Fuck. I am funny. That was funny.

The pants he wore had about fifteen small buttons, and he got up each morning and buttoned every one of them before he realized he was about to piss. Then he would come rushing through the kitchen trying to undo the buttons. The race was always close, but usually Pea would make it to the back steps before the flood commenced. Then he would stand there and splatter the yard for five minutes or so. When he could hear sizzling grease in one ear and the sound of Pea Eye pissing in the other, Augustus knew that the peace of the morning was over once

August protested. “Not as much as this is going to,” she kneed him in the balls. His exhale was violent, and his inhale a whimper accompanied by the scent of urine as he lost control of his bladder, the liquid darkening in lines down the inside of his cargo pants and puddling on the filthy wooden floor.

I lifted my hips, and my shorts came off, but not my panties. I blushed, realizing which panties I was wearing. They were so silly -- plain white but with the Rolling Stones mouth and tongue logo right above my pussy, looking ready to eat me out. They were a gift from one of my more raunchy friends, custom made for the whole track team. Jon smirked at them. "Cute. I didn't know they made panties like that." "You can get almost anything made online, apparently." "Are those... an invitation?" he asked.

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

When I took off my pants, what I saw made me gasp. A thick white substance had stained the back of my pants. A precum or whatever it was, made me want to throw up. What the hell? I am so disgusted that I felt like I could throw up everything inside me. How could I forget the fact that the old man was so determined to get into my pants? That sick bastard probably couldn’t help it because he was so excited. It was a miracle that he didn’t manage to rape me. I rushed to the sink and gagged, turning on the water to the max. the sound of me vomiting echoed inside the bathroom, followed by cries, sobs and whatever the hell was it that I couldn’t understand myself.

His sweat pants were hanging dangerously low. I couldn't help my wandering eyes from staring at the bulge in his pants. He smirked and then told me to come in. "You seem very young. Why would you want to be in porn? Surely you could be a model?", he said to me as we sat in his lounge area. He had put on a t-shirt to my dismay. "My own personal reasons", I responded. I didn't want him to think that I was a pushover. "Is that right, what if you are a drug addict and I'm helping you feed your habit?"

"What? You'd rather wear that skirt ----" "I don't want to, do I? What do you not understand by the word I do not like? "I replied irritably to him. He rushed out of the office and left me frowning. I'm not artistic, I just choose what I wear and I never even thought of wearing someone else's pants, and not just casual pants, because they belong to a lunatic. Who knows, there may be some sperm left in his pants. Yuck! "F*CK YOU!” I heard him shout from outside

Patty was waiting for his answer as well and I just rolled my eyes Patty already know anywa These peopl "She poops," my head automatically spun to see them laughing so hard, specially Zack They are teasing m "Yah!" I exclaime Zack calmed his self but still can't get rid of laughing. Patty and Krisha did the same too "Pfft! Sorry Poopy!" And now he changed the Poppy to Poopy. Sure hat he's mocking me They stopped laughing but I know they were just controlling the heck out of it

How long are you going to keep guilt-tripping me over that? I never expected him to see things that way. "That's not what I meant." I quivered. Losing all his patience, he shouted, "All you ever do is ask for money! Have you ever cared that I'm still working overtime at the office this late? "Unlike you, Yvie actually cares about me. She brings me homemade meals at work all the time. "You, though, chose to work as a DoorDasher just to make some quick cash. Do you know how humiliating that is for me in front of my colleagues?