Pooping Panties Novels & Stories

His mother certainly had big tits and a large round ass, but her baggy clothes that hid her curves definitely put him in mind of the BBW category, which he was not into. So, when he picked up the panties to look at them, the odor stronger now, he was surprised as he automatically pulled them to his face and inhaled, his pants growing tight as his cock hardened. The scent was magical, musky, and it lit his blood on fire. He expected maybe a pee smell, but it was nothing like that. When he sniffed the ass of the panties, he was again surprised to find not a hint of poo aroma, just something... earthier, but good. He pulled his cock out and jacked off into the toilet, the panties held to his fa

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

He left her computer exactly as he saw it, then returned to his room to wait for her. Amy arrived that evening before their parents after a day out with her friends. She was horny and needy as she had spent the entire hangout thinking about fucking her pussy while watching a new p**n show she had found. She had barely noticed the sticky panties on her bed until she wanted to sit, and the material brushed against her skin. “What the hell? Is that cum?” She yelled, picking up the panties gingerly to sniff. It had to be cum. Why on earth were her panties filled with cum? She gasped as she realised Dylan was the only one at home.

Her fingers clutched the fabric, raising it slightly, revealing the soft curve of her stomach, the delicate line of her hips. Just above the waistband, I caught a glimpse of pink strawberries printed along the hem of her panties. Adorable.

There seemed to be more items in the bag, but my interest was in the particular piece in my hands. The panties had the words “EAT ME” written across the crotch area. I arched an eyebrow, swallowing hard as my imagination ran wild. Right at that moment, the door to the bathroom opened and Sophia walked into the room. I raised my head, only for my throat to run dry at what she was wearing. She was only in a tiny, white towel that barely covered her ass. She froze when she saw me, her cheeks turning rosy when her eyes lowered to the panties in my hand.

In a total failure of prudence, I lay on that wet towel with the panties in my mouth, picturing myself with her as I rubbed my rigid clit. I heard a noise. As I put the panties down, my sex-crazed brain now functioning I saw the label, size small. I gasped, staring at the stained panties, stunned. With a shaking hand, I returned the panties to the spot where I found them, not sure if I was careful enough. Too late now. I looked through the blind at the pool. The girl. The mystery blond teenager that I had watched riding her brother's cock and masturbating was cleaning our pool. The questions compounded: But the opportunity for clarity was present. I slipped on my shorts and tank and stepped

My head remained on the locker with my hands clutching my clothes tightly. The voices around me were louder and people hadn’t finished laughing, this was fun, so much fun for them. I felt helpless as a hot open debate began on the next row. A debate loud enough for me to hear. People debating what size my panties were and others speculating that I was bright to have poked holes there to breathe. ‘‘Have you noticed that she rarely smells since Vince taught her how to bathe and poke holes in her pants to breathe,’’ a voice said as thunderous laughter followed.

She asks so pitifully I can't bear to laugh at her anymore. "Relax, babe! That is not a diaper. Ella said it's a panty-type sanitary napkin. She said it's good for heavy flow or something and I just put it on you, myself this morning. You were never a burden on anyone." I say as I bring out the whole pack for her to see for herself "Oh..." She replies and wants to ask another question but I quickly talk over her "Now we need to hurry. We don't want to be the reason dinner is delayed."

But her small hand couldn't cover all her breasts only the cherry part. Then she remembered that weird panty. She quickly checked the paper bag and finally found a piece of string with a little cloth. "How... How could someone wear this as her panty?" She mumbled to herself. This panty didn't cover anything. Her butt cheek stands out the most. The string was wrapped around her hip down to her butt line, and finally, a little piece of cloth to cover her lady part. She twirled herself in front of the mirror and she looked so naughty. Lilly felt so shy. What if she looked awkward in this sexy lingerie in front of her mates?