Poop Pants On Purpose Novels & Stories

He hums. I ask him why the males in this world wear their pants so low their asses practically hang out. He bursts out laughing. The sound is contagious. I start laughing too, even though I don’t understand. “What?” I ask. His laughter fades, but the smile stays. “It’s just… style, I guess. People dress in ways that make them feel a certain way.” Interesting. I never imagined clothes mattered that much to humans. We turn into an alley, but a puddle blocks the entire path. No way around it. I look down at my thin sandals.

She turned to me and said, “You wanna see me peeing standing up?” “Why, sure,” I said. She lifted up her skirt. She was wearing skimpy white panties which she pulled down so they dropped to her feet. Bending her knees just a small she began to urinate, the thick stream of yellow pee splashing onto the car parked next to theirs. “I need to go too,” said Greg. He unzipped his pants and extricated his penis, and began to piss onto the same spot. Not wanting to be left out, I did the same. As I pissed, they looked with

"Who isn't the bright one now? Since when do you wear panties?" "Panties are for everyone!" He groaned throwing one to the cabinet and keeping the other, "These are mine. Everyone wears panties, everyone." I watched in horror as he bent over and pulled them over his legs, over his sweat pants, and wearing them with the band snapping into place. "You look ridiculous." "What now I can't wear panties in peace? Is that you are saying? Discriminating against my panty wearing rights." He had his hands at akimbo with his foot tapping against the floor dramatically.

Roth mindlessly voiced the question at the top of his head, “Doesn’t it get messy? You know, with the anal hole and all.” Craig seemed very enthusiastic, as opposed to embarrassed at the question, “Yes, we are talking about the poop hole, so of course. It isn't an inevitability, but it's certainly a possibility, and that's OK.” Roth raised an eyebrow at that, now inattentive to Tristan, because his genuine curiosity was intrigued.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

“There. Are you happy?” He shrugged. “I’m neither happy nor unhappy. You still haven’t stripped. Now, take those pants off. And, you might as well pull the panties down with them. That classifies as stripping, since you seem to be having such a hard time with the term.” She bit down on a scream as she reached for the buttons on her pants. Pompous. Cocky. Son-of-a…. She slid her pants down her legs, kicking them off as the evening breeze caressed her exposed flesh. She didn’t even stand up as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs as well. When both pieces of clothing were resting with her shirt and bra, she stood back up, her hands on her hips as

The feeling as I felt myself start to piss inside her pussy was indescribably dirty and fantastic. And then I felt her pussy fill up with my piss and start to leak out around my cock, onto the ground. My pants started to get some of it, so I quickly pulled out of her, releasing a torrent of piss onto the ground. Luckily I had backed up quickly enough that it missed my pants. I quickly removed them, along with my shoes and socks, and managed to get my slightly less hard cock back in her.

He assents then before I can suggest anything, he tosses the material with the expertise of a skilled basketball player right into the open trash can a few feet away from our table. My eyes widen. “Why did you do that!?” I give him an aghast look. He shrugs, then takes a sip of his black coffee. “You said I shouldn’t have it around our eating table” I rub my palm over my forehead, it’s barely noon and I think I’m having a dire headache already. “I didn’t mean to throw it away, I meant… maybe put it back in your pocket and take it back to your hotel room. Maybe the poor girl who left it there will come back searching for it” Silently, I add, I am the poor girl and I definitely would’ve gone b

"Alright, let's talk about this later as you'll need to persuade Zion to come out. I'm sure that he feels really ashamed this time as he's really thin-skinned." Mango couldn't help but laugh the moment she recalled her son pooping in his pants. She had always seen Zion as a young adult and that he was different from the kids of his age but it was at this moment that Mango felt that his son was indeed just a four-year-old child. Nathaniel also laughed. Why did he poop in his pants? "I don't know, perhaps it's because of his stomachache and I have asked Sisi to give him some medicines." Mango felt that Zion was really cute the more she thought about it.