Poops His Pants Novels & Stories

His panicked gaze fell on me as he gasped, “Shit! The party pooper is here!”

I was once again on my knees and in direct line of sight with his thick bulge. “You ruined my pants. What are we going to do about it?”

I moaned and squeezed the hard bulge that formed in his suit pants. "That's so fucking sexy... I love seeing a man with a bulging hard-on in his suit. Especially when it's for me." He looked down. "Now look what you've gone and done. How can I go to work with this?" His pants were now tented out. "Well, we can't have you out in public looking like that. All the women would be wanting to get into your pants." I unzipped and carefully pulled his cock through the opening. "Good god, that's fucking sexy. Big fat dick sticking out of your pants. Sort of dirty old man style... Just what I like."

Harold was in agonizing pain at this moment. “I don’t know what’s going on, my stomach hurts so bad…” At this point, Harold felt stronger energy starting to build up inside his body again, and it was several times more intense than the previous one, rushing downward at an extremely fast speed. Immediately afterward, a loud puff sounded, and a stronger stench instantly exhumed throughout the living room. Christopher reflexively looked under Harold’s buttocks and found that a brownish sticky fluid had leaked out. He shrieked loudly, “D*mn it, Harold, you just pooped your pants!”

“Fuck, you are going to get me real wild with these things you are saying.” “Is that a bad thing to go real wild with me?” I moan out as he pulls my pants out, and he folds them in his hand. I watch what he does to it. I thought he would throw it on the floor, but I’m taken aback when he throws it into his pocket. Safe. My pants are in safe hands; the thought turns me on more. “It’s a fucking disaster.” He grunts, staring down at my exposed body. “Will I pay for that too?”

He is lean and watching him freeze right in front of the headlight made me chuckle the more. "Seriously! This isn't funny." He stuttered and scratched his head in frustration. "You should see your face, hell yeah, this is hilarious." I smacked my lips before muttering. "Why do you have a pant on?" "This is rare, I always wear a boxer but I just chose it anyway." He inhaled deeply. "Pants off!" I hollered into the air. "You can't be serious right now, what?!" Panic slid a cold finger down his spine and I could tell from the worried look he had on.

The thing that comes out of one's butthole. The brown black-ish smelly thing. Technically, when he slipped, the envelopes around him flew through the air, like the ones in the movies where someone graduates. But instead of caps, they were brown and white envelops. Ah, "I told you." He grunts. "Can you please help me up?" I smirked, "Did the bad boy just say please?" "CHLOE!" I chuckled, "Okay, okay!" I bent down on my knees and helped him up, making sure that I'm not anywhere near the smelly poop.

Thе раіn wаѕ ѕо grеаt thаt I could not hеlр trying tо cry оut but thаt еffоrt оnlу саuѕеd mе tо сhоkе again оn the nоw strong and асrіd ріѕѕ in mу mоuth. I wаѕ gаggіng ѕо muсh thаt piss wаѕ асtuаllу ѕрurtіng оut of mу nоѕе аnd I could nоt brеаthе аnd I wаѕ afraid thаt I wоuld choke tо dеаth. Whеn hе ѕаw piss соmіng out of mу nоѕе he immediately reached uр and jerked the tаре оff оf mу mоuth and thе hоѕе out. Pіѕѕ went еvеrуwhеrе untіl hе mаnаgеd to сlаmр thе hose off аgаіn. Whеn I had саlmеd dоwn a bit, hе ѕlасkеnеd the соrd stretching my balls a lіttlе, but they wеrе still рullеd farther thаn thеу hаd еvеr bееn.

What's funny? Kris suddenly started to laugh too. "I think there's a lizard in your pants!" He said in amusement and pointed down to my pants. I stared down and nearly cursed when I saw how hardened I was. "Shit.." I whispered and quickly started for the bathroom. Kris and Kaitlyn's laughter echoed as I dashed into the bathroom. "Mommy why is there a lizard in his balls?" . . . 😂😂 Stay tuned for the epilogue! ❤️ Anna.

I pout and put on my best puppy dog eyes, so he can see that I am just so upset that we don’t have time for playing around, not. Hearing that, he frowns and then I watch him rush into the walk-in closet and get dressed. “Damnit!” I hear him yell and then he walks out fully clothed, but with his zipper still down and his rock-hard shaft still sticking out. Pouting, he says sadly, “He won’t go in.”