Pooping Panties Stories Novels & Stories

She’d been so caught up in her heartbreak, she’d subconsciously pushed the dull cramping of her pelvis to the back of her mind, although it was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. “P!” she called, fresh tears cascading down her face as she stared in horror at her friend’s concerned figure in the doorway. “I need those pads, please.” “Shit, babe,” Paloma grimaced mournfully, outstretching the pad she was already clasping. As Kate cleaned herself up, hurrying to change, she watched gratefully as Paloma used the clean denim of her jeans to scoop up Kate’s stained panties and carried them off to the laundry. Kate closed her eyes, hearing the tap run, filling up the sink to soak away

"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.

he said weakly. I kept going, wanting him to go deeper into the fantasy. “When I was in my first year at high school, we had this gorgeous PT teacher. We all wore those short sports tunics to the gym, and I know six of the girls deliberately wore really tiny panties. They pulled right up into their cracks… and two of them left their panties off completely. Because it was a chance to show off to that hunk of a teacher who used to lift us up to the beams by putting his hand under our tunics around our bums… and with a bit of luck his hand would slip somewhere else. We wanted that to happen.”

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.”

Ariel Marie P.O.V: A week later... It's been a week, and they are still rude and mean to me. Just yesterday in our room. They took out all my underwear and hung it up on the flagpole. I had to go to the store to buy all new underwear. So, I went to the mall to Victoria's Secret and got white, red, and black panties. They are sexier than my old ones. I got thongs. So, no panties now. So, I am going bare ass. So, I am getting my stuff ready for school. Today is our first day of class. I am in my English Lite class. I can't wait to go there to study and learn more about how the writers felt as they wrote.

I give them a desperate tug, still smiling as if I'm completely at ease, trying to keep from looking down and drawing any extra attention to what are by far the most embarrassing piece of clothing I own. It almost works. With one more sharp tug, I get the panties free of my shoe, but I use a little too much force. And while this particular pair of underwear is old, the elastic waistband still has plenty of spring to it, because before I even realize what's happening, it sling-shots its way from my grip and flies across the room. Hitting Orlando Fontaine right in the chest. Everyone in the tent is dead silent as my sad, stained period panties fall to the ground. Orlando stares down at them wi

I can’t stay in this ugly place,my pack needed me, I slowly stood up, walked out of the basement,walked to the nearest room,opened it,walked in,it was different in here,nice smell,bed, and I spotted a bathroom in the corner except that I didn’t see there was someone in the dressing room. I slowly opened my trousers,closed my eyes,let out a deep groan and sigh,listened to the stream of my own urine as it hit the toilet,as it left my body ,when I was done,I turned to zip my trousers only to find a veiled nun staring at me wide eyed, I jolted back and the old woman screamed. In confusion,I didn’t move ,forgot to zip my pants,the rest of the two nuns stormed in ,there eyes widened in shock, scre

"Fine. So, I ran into him, the box broke, sending my underwear flying through the air..." "He saw your panties too?" "Yes! Now do you want to hear this story or not?" I moaned at her. She nodded her head, so I continued, "Well, I was on all fours picking up my personals when I spotted my vibrator behind him." Her eyes grew wide and she placed her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. I told her the rest of the story, including what I'd said to him about his tiny dick, and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Someone babbled out, and it was quickly followed by a round of laughter from the few people dispersed along the hallway. “Fuck off!” Mary scowled at the guy scaring him away. “See, that’s what I’m talking about.” “Poopy pants?” I was already cackling at this. “Ugh, not you laughing with them.” “I’m sorry, it’s just funny. But what happened?” “There’s no story to tell, but yeah, I shit my pants back in seventh grade, and ever since that time, I’ve been called poopy pants.” “Oh, wait,” I said as we both paused from walking. “I’m pretty sure we’ve walked past my locker.”

muttered a thorougly humiliated Laura, as tears began to form in her eyes. "What was that princess?" asked the Goth. " I said I accidentally wore my dorm-mate's panties today and they have been rubbing me raw and hurting me 'down there' when I walked," gasped Laura as she kept her face against the wall in hopes that she wouldn't be recognized. "I don't see any panties back here. Oh I see, you have them up there. What are you doing hmmm Princess? SNIFFING THEM?" asked the Goth girl. Laura quickly jerked the panties down and draped them over her ass to try to protect her privates from being seen in this vulnerable position.