Pooping Panties Novels & Stories

"You are done talking with mum?" "Yeah," I answered with a little laugh. He looks at me while his eyebrow is lifted. "What's funny?" "Well," I shrugged my shoulders. "Tss. Did mum told you something about me?" "Sort of." I laugh a little while rolling my eyeballs at him. "Mum!" He whispered. "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. It's normal to poop in your pants when you are in seventh grade." I laugh. "Hey!" He pointed me with his index finger.

Our gazes met; I swallowed hard. “See what I’m talking about,” he muttered. He shoved his hand into his pocket and brought it out, dangling my lacy panties from his fingers. My stomach twisted painfully. Embarrassment rushed over me. Fuck, I forgot my panties in the garden. “I’m sorry… I think it mistakenly fell while I was going to do the laundry,” I said, my voice shaking. “Do I look like I was born yesterday?” he asked, his voice loud. “N… no,” I muttered.

Gwen pouts, eyes dancing with amusement. "Didn't you need to shit earlier?" I asked as a way to get her off our backs. "Yeah so?" Gwen voiced out as she turns around quickly when she nearly stumbles. "I heard when you talk too much, the poop comes out faster." It was a lie. I didn't even think that was possible. But if it helped to get her off my back then I'd say anything even if it's not scientifically proven. "Oh crap, I'll shut it then. I didn't wear panties today so that will make a mess." I could hear the horror in her voice and didn't know if to cringe or burst out into laughter.

On a Sunday morning, as soon as my stepsister came out of the bathroom, I entered it. I closed the door and pulled morning wood out of my pant. I was urinating in full swing. It is so hard peeing with your hard-on. Suddenly, I saw Shanita's clothes on the side of the sink. There, Shanita had left her panty and bra and I could not stop myself and picked it up and there are few more of her different color panties lying there. It was so soft and I can still smell her body odor and it was kinda warm too. I think she just wore them out. My inner pervert was fully awake now and I started sniffing it her bra and panty at the same time.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

They were like little kids, so naive to the reality of death. Stupid really! She thought to herself. Sophie closed her eyes, watched them doing—God knows what—saving her life obviously; she could wither any time now. Wait, was she even wearing a nice pair of underwear? Dammit! What if she was wearing grandma's panties? The one who reaches out to her abdomen, the one who made her not fart? Oh shit! This is embarrassing, I'm going to die with grandma's panties. Oh! No! Dear God, if you are listening, please let me live. Please at least let me change into a nice pair of underwear.

I feel jittery, and my heart is still pounding too hard. I slide my skirt up and freeze. How the fuck am I going to pee in this bodysuit thing? It's all in one. 'Do I have to take my dress off to pee?' Zanthe cackles with laughter. 'Or just hold it to the side,' she says, giggling. Well, I guess that works. If it works. I sit down on the toilet and do as she suggested, sliding it over to the side. I'm surprised it works well, and I'm actually able to urinate without making a mess or getting it dirty.