Posted by Dave W on August 01, 2010 at 21:56 [75.119.255.7]
In Reply to: Three stories (missing) posted by Atton on August 01, 2010 at 02:54
The third story you requested - A Tale of Two Girlies - is one of my favourites.
Part 1 - http://www.wetset.net/pp-bbs/messages/64044.htm
Part 2 - http://www.wetset.net/pp-bbs/messages/64275.htm
A Tale Of Two Girlies
Posted by Skyblue on March 23, 2005 at 08:14 [82.45.245.73]
A Tale Of Two Girlies
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Amanda was alone in the house. Everyone else was away- they'd all got things to do, and the house was hers for the weekend. If she'd been someone else, perhaps she might have got bored with no-one around. But Amanda was different. Being alone allowed her to do things she couldn't easily do when anyone else was there. Smoke the odd joint, maybe. Walk around stark naked, perhaps. So far, so normal. But there was something else. When she was alone, Amanda liked to become Little Amanda. She liked to pretend she was a little girl. Not because she had any sort of sinister interest in children- nothing like that at all. She simply found it relaxing and sexy to do all the things she did when she was younger. Mainly this involved dressing up in childish clothes, playing with her dolls and sucking her thumb. But, Amanda being Amanda, it didn't stop there. Hidden away in a drawer, she kept things she didn't want anyone else to find. People would have thought it very strange that a big girl of nineteen would want to wear the sort of underwear that was tucked away in that drawer. And the state of some of it! It was all thoroughly washed, but even a thorough washing hadn't been able to completely remove the evidence of some of Amanda's activities. From the faint brown stains on the seat, and- in some cases- the legbands of her underwear, one would have to conclude that Amanda Smith had a lot of very messy accidents in her pants. And one would be right.
Although she normally only indulged in these practices in the privacy of her bedroom, today, Amanda was going to be Little Amanda with a difference- she was going to go out in public! She'd very occasionally weed or pooed her pants in the street, but getting back into the house and cleaning up undetected was always difficult with people around. Today it was different- nobody was around! Just thinking about it made Amanda want to go to the toilet- all that adrenaline was making her bowels move. However, for the moment she had to be a big girl and control herself.
She busied herself sorting out what she'd need. There was a wood not far from her home, and if she took the back route, she wouldn't be seen by many people. Once she was in the wood- nobody really went there much- she could be Little Amanda to her heart's content. It was just the walk to the wood and the return journey back to her house that might be problematic if she really dressed up as a little girl. What would people think if she wore her flowery summer dress, white socks and ribbons in her hair? She loved to wet and mess wearing this sort of thing, but even she had to admit she looked vaguely ridiculous- fine in the bedroom, but maybe not in public. And the dress really did show up the brown stains that happened when she sat down- she couldn't walk home like that! Reluctantly, she decided she'd have to compromise- but not too much! She chose a short, dark blue denim skirt with a little white top that showed her tummy. The ribbons in her hair were fine; she didn't look that different to when she was dressed normally. The only odd thing about her outward appearance would be the white kneesocks she absolutely had to wear. She loved the way her wee would trickle down her legs and soak the socks, adding to the overall feeling of having completely wet herself. She wore a cute pair of trainers on her feet. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she'd be able to get away with the way she looked; well, the kneesocks would have to come off anyway for the return journey, as they'd be soaking wet, but that was OK.
Now for the underwear...Amanda opened the drawer and rummaged around. All these pants, every pair wonderful for wetting in, some ideal for pooing in- she was going to need a pair that could handle what she could sense was going to be a very big accident. She settled on a pair of pink high-waisted cotton knickers with thick, strong legbands. She knew from experience that they were highly absorbent and became wonderfully heavy and droopy when she peed them, and they held her poo accidents really well, unless she sat down hard. She stood in front of the mirror and pulled them on slowly. When they were round her knees they looked really huge- and she looked very cute. Once she'd pulled them up all the way, she liked how she could see the outline of her vagina showing through the thick cotton. She'd shaved herself smooth, so it looked very obvious. She turned round to look at her bottom. Her undies were ever so slightly baggy, and she liked the way the soft material caressed her skin when she scissored her legs. Lowering her skirt and pulling it tight over her behind, she could see a very obvious VPL- would people be able to tell she was wearing babyish knickers? Who cares!
She was almost ready; just a few things to take care of. Firstly, a spare pair of knickers and a plastic bag. She had no idea how messy she was going to get, but there was the distinct possibility that it would be so bad she couldn't walk home like that. And if she was going to be such a naughty Little Amanda, she felt she ought to punish herself by changing into the most unflattering pants she could find. And there were plenty of those in her drawer! Mostly greyish-white in colour, all big and a bit baggy, some with the evidence of previous mishaps indelibly stained into the seat. Amanda chose a pair of these, and put them at the bottom of her bag. Along with her spare knickers, she put a toilet roll, in case she needed to change her pants and clean up in the wood, and a small hand-mirror- having an accident is no fun if you can't see the mess you've made! As she was about to close the knicker-drawer, her eye was caught by a pair of navy-blue nylon gym knickers. Amanda liked pretending to be in PE class and wetting these; she also sometimes pooed in them, as they felt wonderfully stretchy and bouncy with all that mess in them, but the downside was that she couldn't see her accident stains so easily. But maybe today she could have some fun in them- perhaps put them on over her dirty pink pants, to hold it all in better. She could be like those Japanese girls she'd seen on the net, who wore them over their regular knickers for PE! Finally, she chose a book to read, and stuffed it in the bag. At last she was ready. For now, she was plain Amanda Smith, but once she was in those woods, she could be Little Amanda for as long as she liked! She set off on her walk.
She was very aware of her big knickers rubbing against her as she walked, and she was very tempted to just wee herself there and then and enjoy that soggy, slapping feeling between her legs and the cold clinginess on her bottom. However, she kept control of herself and headed for the woods. It really was a lovely day, and she could smell the pine trees from some way off. Soon she'd be there, and she knew of a little clearing where nobody ever went, where she could have the most ghastly accident and do all the things she wanted to do in that state- run around, sit down, climb trees, take off her skirt and wander around in her shitty pink pants and little white top. Mmm!
She decided to enjoy the sunshine and read her book for a while, working up the need to go to the toilet. She was starting to need a wee quite badly, but she'd got all the time in the world, and she liked that feeling of desperation. It was going to take a few minutes to get to that stage, though, so she found a grassy area and sat down to read. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn't notice the girl until she was practically standing over her. With a start, Amanda looked up to see a girl about her own age on the path, staring at her. She looked as surprised to see Amanda as Amanda was to see her. Actually, Amanda wasn't so much surprised as annoyed. She was just about ready to wee her pants, and now this bloody girl had turned up. She hoped she'd go away. They stared at each other. Amanda, being a polite, well-brought up girl, thought she'd better say something, so she said, "Hi", as non-committally as she could. "Hi", replied the other girl, in a friendly way. "What are you reading?". Oh for god's sake, thought Amanda. "Oh, it's just a trashy novel. I didn't quite finish it when I was on holiday". And suddenly Amanda found she was telling this girl where she'd been on holiday, what she'd done there, people she'd met, and so on and so forth. By this time the girl- Jodie, she was called- had sat down on the grass and didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. And strangely, Amanda didn't really mind, although she was by now dying to go to the toilet. As they talked, Amanda surreptitiously rearranged her skirt so that she wasn't sitting on it. It began to dawn on her that she could do something really daring- she could have an accident in her pants in front of this girl without her noticing! Maybe not a poo accident- she wasn't quite ready to poo anyway- but it would be fun to slowly soak herself without Jodie being any the wiser.
As they talked, Amanda began releasing little squirts of pee into her pants. She sat with her legs straight out in front of her, and with her skirt out of the way, the pee soaked right through her knickers and into the grass. And Jodie couldn't see a thing! She could feel her pee trickling out of her and downwards, into the seat of her pants, tickling her bottom. As the conversation progressed, she became more daring. Instead of a little spurt every ten seconds or so, Amanda started seeing how long she dared relax before stopping the flow. Two seconds....four seconds...then a great big gush which must have lasted eight seconds at least- she'd really wet her pants now! Eventually, after several long gushes, Amanda was sitting on warm, wet grass in a pair of totally soaked knickers, looking for all the world as if nothing was wrong. And Jodie seemed nice- how the hell was she going to get rid of her? Did she really want to get rid of her?
As they talked, Amanda tried to work out how she could get out of her awkward, if self-made, predicament. There she was, dressed like a little girl in her white socks- Jodie hadn't commented on her appearance- and underneath her skirt, she was hiding a pair of soggy, stained little-girl knickers. She was in danger of completely humiliating herself if Jodie found out what she'd done. She decided the best thing was to move on. With a sigh, she gingerly started to get up. She mustn't let Jodie see her pants. "Hey, Jodie, I'm sorry, but I've really got to be going..." Jodie held out her hand to help her up. Amanda grabbed her hand, and, still trying to keep her legs together, attempted to heave herself up. Bad move. She'd got halfway up, but what with trying to hide her pants, and sweaty palms due to her anxiety that Jodie shouldn't find out what she'd done, it all went wrong. Amanda lost her grip on Jodie's hand and went flying backwards. There was no way she could keep her legs closed. She lay sprawled on the grass, skirt around her thighs, displaying the wettest pair of knickers Jodie had ever seen.
At first, Jodie wasn't sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. This girl Amanda certainly dressed unusually, but could she really be wearing a huge pair of pink knickers? And as Amanda lay there, not quite knowing what to do, Jodie noticed how they clung to her. At first it was difficult to tell they were wet, as all she could see was Amanda's crotch and part of the seat of her pants, and those bits were so thoroughly wet that it gave the impression that that was their normal colour. But she had also glimpsed the front of Amanda's pants, and they seemed to be a different shade of pink altogether.
"Are...are you OK?", was all Jodie managed to say. Amanda was still lying there with her legs splayed. She wished the ground would swallow her. She could see Jodie standing there transfixed, and she knew the game was up. Blushing furiously, she raised herself onto her elbows and tried to look Jodie in the eyes, but she couldn't. How was she going to explain this? Suddenly her pants felt cold and wet and horrible. She wished she'd never thought of this fucking stupid idea of shitting and pissing herself outdoors. And talking of that, she was beginning to need a poo quite badly.
"Oh god, I've pissed myself", was all she could say. Little Amanda wouldn't have put it quite like that, but she wasn't Little Amanda any more, she was Amanda Smith, who'd just been discovered wearing little girls' underwear, soaked in urine. Maybe Jodie would think it had just happened when she fell over. Oh don't be stupid, of course she wouldn't. Amanda sat there miserably and waited for Jodie to laugh at her, or comment on her childish knickers, or the way she was dressed in general.
But Jodie didn't seem inclined to do any of that. In fact, from what Amanda could tell, squinting up at her in the sunlight, she looked rather sympathetic. She was still staring, but she wasn't laughing. She seemed mesmerised by Amanda's pants. Once again, she held out her hand to help her up. This time, Amanda got a firm grip and hauled herself up. Little trickles of wee coursed down her legs. The seat of her pants sagged slightly underneath her skirt. "I'm really sorry", was all she could think of to say. "It's not your fault", said Jodie gently. "Come on, let's see how bad it is. Maybe you need to take them off." Amanda couldn't detect any malice in her voice. Surreally, she found herself lifting her skirt and turning her back. Jodie could now see the entire seat of her pants. If she was going to laugh, now would be the time she'd do it. But Jodie didn't laugh. Instead, Amanda felt a hand on her bottom. Just for a couple of seconds, but it seemed to last for a lot longer. Jodie was checking her wetness! She didn't mind getting Amanda's pee on her hand! She felt her knickers being pulled out at the back, and heard them slapping wetly back against her bum. And then Jodie said in an awestruck voice, "My god, Amanda, you have done a lot". "I know I have", replied Amanda in a small voice. For a few seconds the two girls just stood there. Finally Amanda pulled her skirt down, covering her undies, and turned to face Jodie. Still blushing, her hair dishevelled, she said, "I'm in a bit of a state. I think I'd better get back home and get changed". Jodie seemed to snap out of the trance she'd been in, and replied, "OK. But look, if you want, you can come back to my place I'll help you change and put your stuff in the washing machine". Amanda was about to reply that she lived nearby, and thanks, but she'd best just go back to her own place, but she stopped herself. It suddenly occurred to her that she was in a real-life wet pants situation, with someone offering comfort and help for what they thought was a genuine accident. Jodie seemed nice, and she didn't seem to mind that Amanda had peed all over herself. She decided she wouldn't mention that she lived nearby, and she wouldn't mention that she had a change of underwear in her bag. Just go with the flow, as it were.
It was a ridiculous situation, though. Here she was, helpless and embarrassed, wearing strange clothes and arranging a pants-changing session with a total stranger. Not an unattractive one, either. She started to look more closely at her new friend. Petite, blonde, nice but quirky face. Faded blue jeans- wonder what kind of knickers she's wearing- and a white top. Simple but effective. Little Amanda started to get naughty ideas. Ok then, go for it. "Have you got a spare pair I could change into while these are being washed?" she said, as casually as she could, given the circumstances. If this girl was going to help her change and wash *her* underwear, why shouldn't she get a glimpse of what it would be like to be in *her* knickers?
Jodie's reaction was unexpected. "Umm...n-no...I don't think...", she stammered. And then, more casually, "well... sure, but I'm not sure I've got any clean ones". Amanda could tell something was amiss, but she wasn't sure what. Had she overstepped the mark? "It's OK, I don't really need to wear underwear after all this!". It didn't really mean anything, but it made it sound as if she was OK either way. They looked at each other, unsure what either of them meant. 'Well, let's go", said Jodie. Silently, they trudged through the woods. Amanda could feel her knickers chafing and rubbing against her skin; not unpleasant, but things were getting so confusing that she wasn't sure whether she was happy or sad. Jodie just walked on. Even in her own distracted state, Amanda could see that Jodie wasn't happy. Why? Surely it was she who had offered the changing facilities?
Jodie suddenly stopped. "I need to have a rest", she said, slightly breathlessly. "A rest?", thought Amanda. The walk through the woods had hardly been taxing- and she was the one with the problem. Then she noticed Jodie was standing with her legs crossed. Did she need a wee, or was she just standing like that by chance? "Let's just sit down over there, then", she said, pointing to a log a few yards away. Jodie appeared reluctant to walk over to the log. "Anyway, you shouldn't sit down or else your skirt'll get wet", she answered, sounding strangely defensive. But the look in her eyes was frightened, rather than aggressive. But it was obvious that she didn't want to move anywhere right now. "Do you need to pee?", asked Amanda. It seemed strange that Jodie should be shy about peeing after what she herself had done. "Just go into the woods a bit- I won't look!". Jodie tried to laugh, but just looked flustered. "No, I don't need to pee- I'm fine!" she said, unconvincingly. Several silent seconds passed, as Jodie struggled with whatever was bothering her. Amanda had a sudden desire to hug Jodie- to tell her that it was OK to go to the toilet, that she'd wet her own pants, why didn't Jodie do the same- when Jodie did an enormous, bubbling fart. In a moment, Amanda realised what the problem was. She'd been there herself a thousand times, in reality and in fantasy. Jodie needed to do a poo! In fact, from the sound of it, Jodie might already have done it. Part of Amanda wanted Jodie to have an accident, the other half fervently hoped that she wouldn't. She'd been so kind to her; why would she want this girl to humiliate herself in front of her? "You haven't done it, have you?", she said. "Get your jeans down and just do it here. I'll turn my back". It took a few seconds before Jodie was able to reply. Holding back had required her full attention. "No, it's alright. I think I'll be OK until we get back to my place. Anyway, there's no toilet paper round here". Once again Amanda battled with her conscience. She had toilet paper right there in her bag; should she offer it to her or not? Once again, the naughty ideas in her mind won the day. She kept silent.
Jodie appeared to have recovered a little, and they started to walk again. Amanda couldn't help wondering whether Jodie had followed through in her pants; it had been a very wet fart. She didn't appear to be walking strangely- just a bit fast- and, when Amanda held back on the pretext of adjusting her damp knickers, she couldn't see any evidence of a mishap on the seat of Jodie's jeans. She did have a nice visible panty line, however- she was definitely not wearing a thong, or skimpy knickers of any kind. Amanda really wanted to ask her if she'd already done anything in her pants, but she was too shy. As they walked, they chatted, but the nearer they got to the edge of the wood, the more silent and anxious Jodie became. Once more she had to stop and clamp down, only this time she gasped as a spasm overtook her. Amanda didn't know where to look; Jodie was bright red with embarrassment and the effort of holding it in, and looked a bit foolish, to be honest. However, Amanda was well aware that she had also looked foolish in her wet pants, and Jodie hadn't mocked her. At one point she gave a loud groan, and Amanda was sure she'd let at least a little bit escape. After a few minutes, Jodie was ready to walk again, and Amanda's suspicions were confirmed. She was walking awkwardly, legs slightly too far apart. Once or twice she tugged at the seat of her jeans, pulling them away and downwards slightly. 'Have you had a little accident?", asked Amanda. "You can tell me if you have- it's happened to me before". A long silence, and then Jodie replied shyly, "well, I've just done a bit. Only a little bit". Amanda's heart missed a beat. Here she was, walking along in damp pants, with a girl who'd got messy knickers on. She really wanted to see Jodie's knickers. Would she be able to tell from the outside what had happened on the inside? And what would they look like inside? "Look, Jodie. Don't torture yourself. Just get your jeans and pants down and do the rest here. No-one's around, and it's going to be worse if you don't". But Jodie just continued walking stiff-legged towards the road. She was obviously determined to reach the safety of her house and go to the toilet properly.
As they came out of the wood and into the bright sunshine, Jodie came to an abrupt halt once more. 'I really don't think I can make it. Just let me...", and she clamped down hard once again. Her mouth was shut tight, and she was making little moaning sounds as she fought against the inevitable. Amanda just stood there, half excited, half fearful, as her new friend went through a private hell right in front of her eyes. In the end, it all happened very fast. Suddenly the moaning stopped, she uncrossed her legs, there was a soft "whomp" sound, and Jodie burst into tears. "I'm so sorry", she sobbed, "I've done it in my pants!". She stood there, legs apart, buckling slightly at the knees, her face buried in her hands. "Oh Jodie", said Amanda softly, "come here". And she gave Jodie a big hug. She could smell her accident, and she could feel her own pants rubbing against her, damp and cold. She couldn't resist warming them up with a trickle of wee, and then another one. She was holding Jodie close, so she couldn't see the little streams rolling down her legs.
She held Jodie until she'd stopped crying, and stepped back to look at her. She seemed rooted to the spot, not daring to move in case she disturbed the mess in her pants. "Come on, Jodie. The sooner we get to your place, the sooner we can sort both of us out". She tried, with limited success, to keep the excitement out of her voice. She took Jodie's hand and began to walk slowly along the road. "How are you feeling?", she asked. "Horrible. Messy, sticky, yeuchh.." came the answer. Gradually, Jodie began to walk more normally. She'd obviously given up trying to keep the mess away from her bottom, and had resigned herself to a very dirty pair of knickers, not to mention jeans. What was beginning to both worry and excite Amanda was that she too was beginning to feel the need to poo. After all, that was what she'd gone into the woods to do, and she hadn't had the opportunity to do it. She just didn't know how all this was going to end.
At last they reached Jodie's house. As Jodie turned the key in the lock, Amanda noticed a wet, dark stain beginning to appear on her jeans. If she played her cards right, maybe she'd get to see what it looked like underneath the jeans. The first hurdle was getting Jodie upstairs to the bathroom. She took ages to climb the stairs; Amanda followed right behind, her eyes glued to Jodie's bottom. She could almost see the mess being squashed and moving from side to side- not quite, but she could easily imagine what was happening. She was starting to need the toilet quite badly now, and would have loved to rush ahead into the bathroom, but Jodie's predicament took precedence now. She was in a far worse state than Amanda....
A Tale Of Two Girlies Pt2
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Posted by Skyblue on March 27, 2005 at 08:23 [82.45.245.73]
Thanks for all the kind comments- here's the second part of "A Tale of Two Girlies". I wrote both parts some time ago, but didn't have the time to write the third (and final) part. Hopefully I'll be able to complete it soon...
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Pt2
At last Jodie reached the top of the stairs and stood on the landing. She turned to face Amanda, who was following behind, very conscious of her cold, wet pants against her bottom and between her legs. "Look", she said, somewhat tearfully, "I'm going to take ages to get cleaned up. It'd be better if I sorted *you* out first, Amanda. Do you want a shower?". Amanda was in a dilemma. Here she was, in wee-soaked knickers, dying for a poo, but the last thing she wanted to do was go to the bathroom. She wanted to stand in front of this girl and have the most enormous pants-accident of her life, to simply surrender herself to her. She didn't care whether Jodie made fun of her or not, and realistically she couldn't make *that* much fun of her- not with the mess Jodie seemed to have in her own pants. And anyway, something told her that Jodie wouldn't laugh. "No, thanks, I'm OK really," she found herself saying. "I'll just get my skirt off, and then if I could borrow a pair of your knickers, I'll be fine- honestly". Once again, a troubled look passed across Jodie's face. Amanda decided to ignore it. She wanted to become Little Amanda again- after all, ironically, Jodie had interrupted her enjoyment- and do the things she'd set out on her walk to do. She so wanted Jodie to see her standing there in nothing but her white top, wet pink knickers and socks, vulnerable and sweet. And she so wanted Jodie to see her have another sort of accident in her pants- the kind Jodie herself had had. Amanda began unzipping her little denim skirt. Jodie made as if to speak, and then stopped herself. Amanda's skirt was halfway down her thighs. She stood upright and let her skirt drop round her ankles. Her big wet knickers were on display. Jodie stared at them. Really stared. She was looking at the outline of Amanda's hairless vagina, clearly displayed through the wet cotton. She went bright red. There was a few moment's silence, and then, "Turn round, Amanda", she whispered. Slowly Amanda turned, revealing a huge arcing wet stain across the seat of her pants. On impulse, she got hold of the waistband of her knickers and pulled them up, just a bit. They clung to her like a second skin. She let Jodie drink in the sight for a few seconds, then she turned round again, knickers tight against her. This time, Jodie had an even better view of Amanda's crotch. She didn't say a word, just stood there and stared, feeling her own mess settling in her knickers and, in her heart, a sense that maybe Amanda might be the friend she'd been looking for all her life- a friend she could confide in about her awful, embarrassing problem.
Breaking the silence, Amanda took a deep breath and once again asked if she could change into a pair of Jodie's pants. It was Jodie's turn to take a deep breath. She stood there in her shitty pants and decided to tell Amanda everything. 'Well, you see....Amanda- I'm not sure...I'm not sure you'll want to wear any of mine". There. She'd said it. Amanda looked puzzled. Gently, she said, 'Why? Why wouldn't I want to wear your pants? Surely they're better than the ones I've got on?". Another moment of hesitation. "You see, I've got this problem. Come in here". Amanda followed Jodie into her bedroom, her eyes glued to the seat of Jodie's jeans. The extent of her accident was becoming very obvious. She could see the mess was beginning to creep down the inside of Jodie's thighs and up her seat towards the waistband of her jeans. It reminded Amanda that her own need was getting ever more urgent. She wanted to relax and just do it in her pants, but her curiosity got the better of her. What was Jodie up to? As she approached a chest of drawers, she turned to Amanda and said, with as much dignity she could muster, "This isn't the first time I've had....had an accident like this. And these aren't the first pair of jeans- or knickers- that I've got in a mess". Amanda's heart missed a beat. Jodie had dirtied her pants before? "What do you mean? How many times has it happened?" Once again, a long silence. Jodie began to cry softly. "It happens all the time," she sobbed. Amanda began to tremble. She felt desperately sorry for this sweet, kind, embarrassed girl, but at the same time she couldn't help feeling more excited and alive than she'd ever felt before. More even than that first time she'd dared to do it in her own pants. "But why, Jodie?" she said, "Why? Look- I won't ever tell anyone, you know. I've got a few problems myself." "I don't know", she sobbed- "I don't understand why it happens. There's nothing physically wrong with me. But it's awful. It just comes on suddenly and then I really have to go. *Really* have to go", she repeated. 'You won't want to wear *any* of my pants. They're horrible. Look". She turned and opened the top drawer. She'd stopped crying, but was still sniffling. The first thing she did was to take a handkerchief from the drawer, dry her eyes and wipe her nose. Then she emptied the entire drawerful of knickers onto the bed. "Have a look", she said, turning away. She hoped against hope that Amanda wasn't going to laugh at her. Please please please god, don't let Amanda laugh at me. Countless past humiliations leapt into her mind- times she'd been discovered in dirty pants, the times other people had found her underwear when she hadn't remembered to hide it properly....so many times.
At first glance, they were just a pile of knickers. As Amanda picked a pair out with trembling hands, she noticed they were all sensible styles, some white, some flowery, some in pastel colours with a little motif on them. She realised with a start that they were all similar to the ones she used for her own "accidents". Except that Jodie had said she did it for real. She had real accidents in these knickers! She took a pair and held them up. Outwardly, they looked OK, if a bit worn. But when she held them by the waistband and looked inside- oh my god! It wasn't very obvious, in fact it was hardly visible at all, but to Amanda's trained eye, it was crystal clear what had happened in these pants. It was also clear it had happened several times. What about the other pairs? With her heart in her mouth, Amanda grabbed another pair, and then another, looking inside, discarding them and grabbing another pair. They were all the same- faint brown stains, some of them small, some covering almost the entire seat- at some point in the past, Jodie had pooed every pair of pants she owned.
Jodie still had her back to her. She rummaged through the pile again, and picked out a heavily-stained pair of white cotton knickers. She wanted to wear these- she wanted to feel how Jodie must have felt in them when they were clean, and to imagine what it must have felt like when.... Suddenly, Amanda knew what she was going to do. She didn't just want to imagine it- she wanted to do it. She wanted to poo herself in Jodie's pants! And she wanted to do it pretty urgently. Well, Jodie had been honest with her; now it was her turn to be honest with Jodie. With Jodie's back still turned, Amanda tugged her own soggy knickers down her legs and dropped them in a damp, forlorn little bundle on the carpet. Heart beating fast, she stepped into Jodie's knickers and pulled them up. She wanted to do it slowly, sensually, but she was too nervous to do that. She wriggled them into place, feeling them close against her skin, warm, soft and dry. She was wearing Jodie's stained pants! Jodie, hearing movement behind her, turned round to see Amanda standing there, flushed, in a new pair of knickers. It took a few moments for it to dawn on her that they were her own. Somehow they looked different- sexier- when Amanda was wearing them than when she did. Even through the thick cotton gusset, she could still make out that little vertical line in between Amanda's legs, and she wondered how they'd look in the unlikely event that Amanda wet herself again.
For a few moments Amanda just stood there, letting Jodie take in the sight, summoning up the courage to tell her what she had to tell her. Finally she said, "They feel so nice. I don't mind what you've done in them. Anyway, they're washed". Jodie looked shyly at her. Amanda felt herself blushing. 'Actually, I know what it feels like". 'What what feels like?", asked Jodie, confused. 'Doing it in your pants", replied Amanda. Jodie looked even more confused. "I know...I know....but you only peed yourself...I...I poo in mine." Deep breath- it was a day for deep breaths- "I poo mine as well. I do it on purpose". Stunned silence. "On purpose...", echoed Jodie. She wasn't sure if Amanda was making fun of her, but she seemed serious. 'You do it on purpose?" Amanda decided to throw caution to the wind. She reached for her bag and emptied it onto the bed. Out fell the toilet roll, book, mirror, and two pairs of knickers. Jodie just stared. Amanda picked up her white knickers, turned them inside out and handed them to Jodie. "I was going to change into these after.....after I'd done it". Jodie studied them intently, stretching them taut so she could see the evidence of Amanda's previous messes more clearly. There was plenty of evidence; in fact, they looked just like most of her own knickers.
Jodie had never seen another girl's knickers that looked as bad as her own. 'What about these?", she said, pointing to the navy-blue PE knickers. "I was going to put those over my normal pants", replied Amanda. "They're a bit tight, and I like it when it squashes all over me". She could hardly believe she was saying this. "Like how *you* must feel right now". She looked shyly at Jodie. Jodie went red again. "Look, Jodie. Back in the woods I peed my pants on purpose. I was going to poo as well, but then...then you came along. You caught me at it." Silence. "B-but you haven't pooed". Amanda wasn't sure if this was a statement or a question. She let it hang. "Do you need to go now?" Amanda decided to indulge in a bit of play-acting. She put her legs together and wriggled slightly. She reached round and put her hand on her bottom. 'Yes-I need to go really really badly", she said, in her Little Amanda voice.
Just saying it made the need to go twice as bad, and she instinctively squeezed her bumcheeks together, just like Jodie had done in the wood. Jodie picked up the PE knickers. "Do you want to wear these as well?", she asked. Amanda, concentrating hard on not pooing herself, simply nodded. "I.....I'll put them on for you if you want". Without waiting for an answer, she slowly knelt at Amanda's feet, holding the pants out ready for her to step into them. She could smell the urine slowly drying on Amanda's socks. She could also smell her own mess, and, moreover, she could feel it squeezing like toothpaste out of the legbands of her knickers and creeping up the back as she knelt down. She didn't care how messy her pants were now, though. It took a few moments for Amanda to regain her composure. This was partly due to her being unable to speak or relax her legs, so great was the pressure inside her, but mainly because of the wave of emotion that had come over her. Here was a girl- a wonderful girl- offering to help her put on her pants, who didn't mind her pooing in her own underwear, and- most of all- seemed to completely accept her for who she was.
At last Amanda was able to relax her legs. She knew she could only last a couple of minutes now, and she really wanted to get her PE knickers on before disaster struck. She lifted one leg and then the other, stepping into the pants. Jodie slowly drew them up her legs. As they reached her thighs, Amanda gasped involuntarily. She could feel the stretchy, warm bri-nylon against her skin, clinging more tightly to her the higher Jodie pulled them. Before she pulled them right up, she stopped and tugged the elastic of Amanda's- or rather, Jodie's- knickers, smoothing them out and pulling them gently out of the crack of her bum. Amanda could feel Jodie's fingers on her skin, hot and trembling. "Please, Jodie, put them on, quick- pleeease! I can't wait much longer!"
Jodie drew the PE knickers up over her pants, and Amanda felt snug and secure, warm and safe inside them. Well, not totally secure! "Would you let me stand on a towel? I don't know how bad this is going to be. And I think I need to pee again". Jodie got up carefully, little bits of poo rolling down the inside of the legs of her jeans. Her knickers sagged inside her jeans and swished against her bottom as she walked over to the cupboard. It felt really weird- but somehow nice. She didn't normally stay in dirty pants a moment longer than she could help. Normally she would come home, ashamed, miserable and dirty, creep up to the bathroom praying no-one would smell her, and deal with the long, lonely clean-up as fast as she could. This time it was different, and with every moment that passed, she felt happier and more confident. She'd spent so many nights crying herself to sleep over all this, not daring to confide in anyone, and here was someone who was not only sympathetic to her plight, but actually liked doing the very thing she found so shameful!
From the frantic little gasping sounds behind her, Jodie sensed that her new friend was in danger of ruining her bedroom carpet. She grabbed a thick white towel, and laid it in front of Amanda. Amanda inched her way painfully onto it, legs squeezed tightly together, wordlessly. She was about to lose control any moment now. "Turn round, Amanda", said Jodie softly, "I want to see it when it happens". Amanda, red in the face with the effort of holding back, nodded and began to turn. She knew it was the wrong thing to do, that it would lead to disaster. And it did. There, right in front of Jodie's eyes, Amanda lost control and had a huge accident in her pants and PE knickers. As she turned, she momentarily relaxed her bumcheeks. She felt a sudden surge, and a little stream of hot, sticky poo rushed into her pants. The tightness of two layers of clothing kept the wet mess pressed to her bottom. As she continued to turn she tried to keep control of herself, but it was futile. There was a muffled crackling sound, and Jodie saw the seat of Amanda's pants balloon outwards and sag slightly. Half a second later, Amanda farted, bent forwards slightly, gasped, and released a second wave of poo into her knickers. This time it was softer and hotter, and she felt it spreading over her bottom and between her legs. Her pants felt so heavy! The resistance of the PE knickers made her feel like she was swimming in warm pudding. With a blissful sense of release, Amanda began peeing. It gushed into her underwear, hot against her vagina, rushing both forwards and backwards in an effort to find a way out. And find a way out it most certainly did. Jodie watched as a stream of wee erupted from Amanda's pants, pouring down between her legs and trickling out of the seat. And as her wee poured out, Amanda felt the sturdy legbands of two pairs of knickers give way and a hot, tickling sensation as a slick of mushy poo slid out of her pants and down her left leg. She heard Jodie's sudden intake of breath as the dollop of poo plopped onto the towel, already soaked with brownish-yellow urine. And then another plop, and another, as the mess Amanda had made in her pants slid inexorably down her leg.
Finally Amanda stopped peeing. She stood there, legs slightly apart, as both girls listened to the drip drip drip of the aftermath of her accident. At long last, Jodie broke the silence. 'Oh Amanda, you poor, poor thing", she said. "What are we going to do now?"
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