Pooping Panties Novels & Stories

I ask and Oliver helps me, the dress is big and if I lift the bottom to sit on the toilet it won't work. “What the fuck is that lingerie?” Oliver says looking at me as I step out of the dress. “I bought it on Friday, I'm talking about pulling down my panties and sitting on the toilet. “I just don't eat you here because I want to save your pussy for later, after all, we can't force it too much and I want to eat you with your pompom panties.” He says giving me a longing look. “Don’t start thinking about these things unless you’re going to get a hard-on,” I warn while I pee.

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.”

Flinging out more clothes from the drawer and not seeing my favorite lingerie makes me curse. “Where the hell are they?” I bark into the air, surging to my feet with a rapidly beating heart. Wheezing a breath, I walk into the bathroom and into my small walk-in closet, riffling through the heap of panties. “Omigod!!!! Where are my favorite panties!!?” I yell, feeling so emotional I want to cry my eyes out. “Who took panties? Huh?” I breathe out, wheezing, panting. How is it possible ten of my favorite panties have gone poof!? I ponder, my head hammering.

I'd already had my share of disappointments in life. I went home with her panties burning a hole in my pocket, and when I got there, I realized it wasn't just one pair - it was two. I'd put Ana's panties in my pocket when I took them off and didn't give them back. God, these panties! What had gotten into me? I already had one that I should have returned, but I couldn't resist taking the other one too, even if unconsciously, as a reminder of the incredible night she'd given me - one that wouldn't happen again. A pair of tiny panties in garish colors, one lime green and the other red. I had to be having some kind of psychiatric issue to be turning into a panty thief. This had to be some sort o

How she'd played the part so perfectly, no planning, nothing but pure instinct and laser accuracy on the nature of her sex appeal to me. "Oh my god, you've never come that much in me," she giggled as she stood up and found my cum instantly trickling down her legs. "Shit - and you didn't bring underwear. Fuck! Can you, I dunno, borrow some, or something? Damnit, we can't have you leaking my jizz all over school!" "You want me to ask someone to borrow their spare panties?" She looked at me like I was an idiot, albeit an idiot she was enamored of. "Mine are in my purse in my locker, actually. Relax. Just hand me some kleenex."

Clearly a family trait. “I’m glad the clothes fit you,” said Zoe. “I can’t see me getting back to my pre-pregnancy size for a while.” “Oh, they’re yours? Thank you so much.” I almost sighed with relief that it wasn’t Josh’s mum who’d picked those black panties after all. “If you like the sexy underwear, I’ve got a few more pairs with tags still on.” She sat there eating her pancakes as though she hadn’t just said the most embarrassing thing ever in front of the whole family.

There was no way to slip my hands out. I walked toward the toilet, practically gagging from how bad it looked and smelled. Pulling down my underwear was going to be a task in and of itself. Once I had the skirt of my dress lifted, I had to hold it up with the metal chains while I used my fingers to ease the thong I’d worn for Blake down my legs. Realizing I’d have to squat over the toilet, preferring not to sit, I let the panties fall down my legs so I could step out of them. Then I backed up over the toilet, doing my best to hold my dress up so I wouldn’t get urine on it, and kept my legs from touching the filthy porcelain.

My classmates were gathered around my desk, laughing and holding their noses as if something smelled awful. “What’s going on?” I asked. The laughter died down immediately as everyone turned toward me. A few mumbled under their breath as they went back to their seats, some still giggling. Then I saw it, a pile of something on my desk. I walked closer, and my stomach dropped. It was a bunch of old, dirty panties. They smelled absolutely disgusting. There were about five pairs, and the stench was unbearable. I put my hands over my nose to stop myself from gagging. “Who the hell put this here? Who?” I demanded.

In a hurry, I put my phone and keys inside my bra, although it's bad, I have no choice, as what I don't want is to wet my pants. According to my aunt, it's bad, I can even get all sorts of diseases. Now that I have the convenience of pulling down my pants along with my panties, I squat down and let the valve open, letting everything stored up flow out. In less than a minute, I finish peeing when I was already pulling up my pants. Ah, how pleasant it is to feel the relief in my bladder. Before leaving, I press the toilet button and then decide to wash my hands. "We want to apologize, it was all a misunderstanding in which we recognize that we went too far," and in effect, I have the pleasant