Spongebob I Ripped My Pants Novels & Stories

He loved me and I did not have to worry about my body not being perfect enough. As if on cue,he spoke. "I love you." I looked down to him and smiled. "Go on…please." He kissed my lower belly as his hands pulled down my pants. I lifted my leg for him to pull it through. I lifted the other one and I was standing before him in my yellow SpongeBob panties. That was not a sexy. "Well well well. Mr SpongeBob here is going to witness our hot spicy moment." He teased. I laughed and hid my face behind my hands. Of all the days I had to wear that stupid panty,it had to be today.

"Will you please explain to me love why there are soap suds on the whole bathroom floor at 6 in the morning? I almost slip on the floor if I did not grab on the counter on time!" "You see Gideon. Uhmmm." I need a valid excuse. I need a good explanation to pacify his irritation. Help me! "Spongebob" I mentally face palm myself. I can even hear my ancestors say what the fudge. "What? Spongebob?" Gideon crossed his arms across his chest letting me dig my own grave deeper. So I did. We aim to please. "It is his fault. You see he got bored under the sea so he float up to the surface and decided to play in our bathroom with Peter the starfish."

I'm so gonna make fun of him for his tomorrow. I brought out my phone and hit the video button. The only way to make him believe is to film it. "Hey KC, can you say that again?" "Oh my god, cupcake. You're so fucking annoying. Mr Krabs is so gonna fire you for this. Oh! and tell Squidward I said cashy almost ran away yesterday. You should've seen it Cupcake, spongbob chased her all around Bikini Bottom" He laughed "Bikini Bottom"

I took a warm shower, then cleaned and bandaged my injury properly. Calling the police was out of the question. Dressed in a pair of Spongebob pyjamas, I checked the door once more to ensure that it was indeed locked. I slid beneath my covers. I sighed a breath of relief because I knew once the devil was passed out, he would be out for the rest of the night.

In the end, the shopkeeper declined the acquisition proposal from the assertive Ambrose, but agreed to sell SpongeBob to him. At the same time, as a token of goodwill, he also gave Ambrose an extra balloon as a gift. Well, Ambrose supposed that he could give this to Vincent. Ambrose walked out of the store, holding SpongeBob in one hand and a balloon in the other. A little boy happened to see him and stared at the SpongeBob in Ambrose's hand. He shouted, "Wow! It's the limited edition SpongeBob! I want it!" Ambrose, with a cold expression, looked down at the boy.

My name was Lennie Sherman, and I worked as the main handler for a male white ball python. However, I eventually realized that he didn't seem to like me very much. Every time we met, he would always hit my private part with his powerful tail, then hiss in my face. I couldn't stand it anymore, so one day, I yelled at him, "Why are you doing this to me? Do you have a thing against me?" I had been working at this zoo for a month, and I was undoubtedly the handler that the snakes here hated the most.

I look down at my pyjamas and let out a groan as my cheeks turns hot with embarrassment. Are you wondering why I am embarrassed? Who wouldn't be embarrassed if a hot guy just sees you in your Spongebob Square pants pyjamas? Ohh you mean your hot future husband. Shut up stupid! As I said before, don't hate. I love Spongebob so why can't I wear my Spongebob pyjamas? Mind you, it is really comfy. "What do you want Jason?" I ask him. He shrugs "I came to take my future wife out."

I mentally rolled my eyes. He opened his mouth to say whatever he was about to, but a phone call interrupted him. Shocker. The universe wanted me to die of curiosity. He groaned and gave me a pleading and apologetic look before answering the call. He blinked continuously as the person spoke. He froze, looking mortified. "What do you mean SpongeBob started playing?" I had a feeling that this was going to be very entertaining. "I told you to open the presentation on my laptop before hooking it up to the meeting projector."

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?”

"Can't you see how guilty Carter feels over your stupid pants? Not one word? Really?" Pain shot through my wrist, and I frowned at her. "First of all, they're not 'stupid pants'. This suit was custom-made overseas by my dad six months in advance. It's worth over 100 thousand dollars. "Second, he ruined my pants and hasn't even apologized. What do you expect me to say? That it's fine?" Mabel froze under my questioning, unable to say a word. Seeing her reaction, Carter looked even more hurt. "This is all my fault. Don't blame Mabel. I'll fix your pants right now."