Love to Shit Girls - Poopy Panty Boy

Once upon a time, in a beautiful and serene garden, there stood a young man known as the Poopy Panty Boy. His soft, delicate hands caressed the dainty fabric of panties, feeling the warmth and familiar scent of gathered sweetness between his fingers. He was in love with the act of shitting on these undergarments, of imbuing them with his own unique essence and then offering them up for others to cherish. The Poopy Panty Boy had been practicing this ritual for many years, ever since he discovered his own desire to defile and humiliate the most intimate of garments. He found a strange sense of power in it, a thrill that coursed through him each time he emptied his bowels onto fragrant cotton and lace. And above all else, he loved the deep-rooted embarrassment he knew his actions would cause in the hearts of those who would ultimately wear these tainted garments. Over the years, the Poopy Panty Boy had become quite skilled at his art. He could tell by the way the panties sagged and the soft wrinkles formed around the crotch just how much shit he could safely squeeze inside. And he always took great care in choosing the perfect pair for each occasion, selecting ones that were soft, delicate, and just a little bit too small to accommodate his messy gifts. As he stood there on that warm summer day, his hands trembling with anticipation, the Poopy Panty Boy could feel the familiar rumble in his belly. He knew that it was time. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, he lifted up the hem of his own panties and removed them, revealing a pair of fluffy white bunny panties beneath. He lowered himself onto the toilet seat and closed his eyes, allowing the world around him to fade away as he focused on the task at hand. Slowly, deliberately, he began to push his feces out of his anus, feeling it stretch and pulse against the tightness of his sphincter. With each succulent slice, he could almost feel the panties trembling in anticipation. At last, he felt the familiar weight of his bowels empty from his body, and he sat back with a contented sigh. He reached down between his legs and pulled the bunny panties into the air, revealing his well-trimmed bush beneath. With a slow, sensual motion, he spread the panties apart, revealing his puckered, stained anus to the morning sunlight. He craned his neck forward, taking in the stark white fabric of the panties draped before him. They were so innocent, so delicate... and yet they were about to be brutally defiled by his most intimate of acts. His breath caught in his throat as he leaned in and pressed the soft, warm folds of his love nest against the material. And then, with a sudden, voracious movement, he forced the dark, gooey globs of his shit into the waiting material. He felt the weight of his shit pushing the cotton and lace outwards, forming a perfect little mound against the tight elastic of the crotch. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled the panties back into place and reached for another pair, ready to begin the process all over again.