Pooping Panties 소설 & 이야기

Like hearing someone talk about their bowel movements or throwing up. She’d gotten her period less than two weeks after being abducted. She hadn’t dared mention it to Big Daddy. She had actually stripped from the waist down, wadded her underwear and tried to use it like a pad. It hadn’t worked very well, saturating the cotton quickly and thus the stain that darkened her crotch.

’ I collapse in the tiny foam that can barely accommodate my ass. I use two good minutes to lament. Then I start unpacking my ransacked bag. My uniform to the hanger, my extra pair of brown loafers on the rack. Nothing more to give… The dildo. I can’t have it sticking inside of me all day. I reach to lift my skirt and see the big mass still locked in my underwear, stretching out the thick fabric. The spot beneath my pussy is visibly soaked from the soft fucking. A soft sigh escapes my lips and I pull it out.

There, dangling on the edge of his finger, is a pair of pink panties with little hearts printed in an all-over pattern. It’s easily my most cutesy – and most embarrassing – pair of panties. But it’s also the most comfortable. And honestly, though pink isn’t really my color, I like to feel cute now and again. Sue me. Beau beams like it’s Christmas morning and his pile of presents is the biggest. “What are these, Nanny?” I lean forward in a flash, making a grab for the panties. But he’s quicker at snatching them back. I grab at empty air instead.

She lifted her nose and huffed. " Alright, I've heard you." I laughed. ************** Work ended and I got into my car, it wasn't until I got to Becca's daycare and I opened the back seat that I saw what was waiting for me there. Using a napkin, careful not to touch the box directly, I opened it and it revealed a pair of used red lacy panties with a bow. The panties looked distinctively familiar like a pair that I owned. I lifted the panties and gasped when I saw the whitish stain on it. Oh, my God, I dropped it immediately, ran out of the car, and threw up in a nearby garbage can.

“Pan…underwear…and…and a nightdress.” Renee had thought saying underwear was less vulgar but knowing Dante was going to see her panties made her flushed all over.She hoped he only sees her fine underwears though. Dante searched through the wardrobe and found some of her panties. He bit back a laugh seeing the animal designs on some of them. Her panties were just as cute as her. He picked up her bralette and sighed. It was a Mickey Mouse design. As he passed the clothes to her,he teased. “Are you still a child?How can your underwear be so childish?”

She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues. She ran her hands over her body just to check that she was fully clothed even though she’d checked herself in the mirror a hundred times or more since getting dressed. She hitched up her panties. The damned things kept inching down her hips. It had been a slight oversight on her part to make sure her laundry was done. She’d been so focused on ‘The Outfit’ she hadn’t put much thought into what she would wear underneath. Thankfully her favorite bra was clean, but she was down to her last few pairs of panties

Noah let out a little but loud fact and the stench was abominable. “Mom!” Adelaide shrieked. “His poop is leaking out.” “Oh dear,” Amanda exclaimed in panic. “This dress costs two hundred dollars!” Katherine came rushing in at that moment from the laundry room. She picked up noah in fright. “Oh Amanda I'm so sorry…Maddy love, please fetch mom the wet tissues.” “You owe me,” Amanda said as she snatched the pack of wet wipes from her daughter. Katherine smiled painfully before hurrying away.“Let me deal with this diarrhea before it explodes everywhere….arghhh noah you stink of shit…I mean it's shit….but you stink for goodness sake!”

People seem to judge popular people harder than regular people due to their popularity, they expect calm in the face of disrespect and expect angel behaviour always. Stepping out of the bathroom, I walk to the standing wardrobe, its in a brown fine finish wood, I slide the lowest drawer open and frown. Three panties are missing from here, I frown again and walk to the bathroom to my circular plastic panty hanger to find it empty too, meaning five panties have gone missing.

Lexi didn't even bother answering him. Although she did feel oddly refreshed. Even a bit tingly. Like her body really was cleansed. Lexi reached down for her underwear. Her panties were wet, but she couldn't go without them. Not with her brother right there. She didn't want to walk in urine undies, either though. Suddenly, without warning, another stream shot out of Lexi's pussy and answered the question for her. It burst out before she could stop it and now it was all over everything. Pants, underwear -- all of it soaked in her own piss.

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.