Posted by Lucy Peters on July 29, 2007 at 17:38 [84.201.164.32]
I originally posted this on the pooper's board but it probably belongs here just as much. So here it is. Love, Lucy
The Jenny Series
Original Story By Little Sunshine, Canada, now got at by Lucy Peters (who likes Canada very much) and altered a bit (but not too much) and embellished with lots of messy circumlocutory detail, and carried on with a few extra bits. Well, it was something to do while we wait for the waters to subside a bit here in soggy old Oxford!
The Jenny Series
Jonathan West and Jenny Tallant were a stunning couple. He was unusually
tall, with dark hair, while she was exceptionally slight and fair. Jonathan and
Jenny had a different type of relationship. They didn't quite know how it
all started. He was ten years older (thirty-four to her twenty-four) so
maybe that was it. Jenny had started talking baby-talk sometimes, and had found that Jonathan was especially tender with her when she did this. Before they knew it, it was as if they had taken on a new set of roles. Jenny started acting younger and younger, until in private she was more like a four year old. And Jonathan rewarded her when she acted this way, by lavishing her with attention spiced with the odd touch of discipline, playing the role of a loving guardian. Or, put another way, a Daddy.
One day they decide to go to the movies. Jenny was definitely in her little-girl mode. She wanted the biggest size Coke, and pouted until Jonathan bought it for her. Jonathan pulled Jenny to a private corner of the lobby, so no one could hear him speak to her.
"Jenny, when small, thin girls like you drink that much pop, it makes them have to go potty. You aren't going to want to leave the movie. What do you think is going to happen?"
Jenny beamed at Jonathan, clutching her outsize drink.
"Thank you for the Coke!" she said sweetly.
"Jenny, you aren't listening. Now I want you to be sure and take a bathroom break halfway through the movie, okay sweetheart? We don't want any wet accidents."
Jenny nodded obediently.
"Okay, I will" she said cheerfully, and sucked at her straw. The drink was so large she needed both hands to carry it. This, combined with the effect of her hair (in bunches with ribbons) and the childish blue bib-front overalls she was wearing, made her look much, much younger than her age. Jonathan smiled at how cute and fragile she looked.
The movie was a silly one meant for children. Jonathan watched the film, but mostly watched Jenny out of the corner of his eye. She quickly drank most of the soda. It was not only big, it was Coke, which always went straight through her. Jonathan soon noticed that Jenny needed to use the bathroom. He could tell because she was shifting around and crossing and uncrossing her legs. It was difficult to concentrate on the movie when most of his attention was on Jenny. He knew if she didn't go to the bathroom soon she was likely to have an accident in her seat. But he didn't want to give her a reminder; he didn’t want to nag her and besides, Jenny would never learn to be a proper big girl if he always took over for her when she got into trouble.
Jenny finished the last of her drink and continued squirming around doing her sit-down pee-pee dance. He waited for her to give in, to get up and sprint to the bathroom like she usually did. But today she didn't seem willing to leave her seat. All her attention was focused on the movie. She squirmed, crossed her legs, uncrossed them again and shifted her weight. Then she suddenly sat very still.
A minute passed and Jonathan realized she was no longer squirming. That was a bad sign. He reached over and casually slid his hand behind her on the chair, checking her pants. Although he had half expected it, it was still a shock to find how wet back of her pants and her seat were; absolutely soaked. He glanced down at her lap and even in the semi-darkness could see the dark, spreading stain of wetness. Jonathan was really angry this time; this was going too far and would likely cause an embarrassing scene. Jenny had promised to go potty on her own if he bought her the large Coke, but it seemed she had deliberately chosen to pee in her pants instead.
In fact, Jenny was getting very lazy about making it to the bathroom and Jonathon felt he couldn't allow her to get away with such terrible behavior. He stood up and took her by the hand.
"Let’s go. Movie's over, little Miss Pee-pants."
Jenny was shocked.
"No! It's not over. I wanna stay!"
Jonathan knelt down to her level and spoke in a firm, quiet voice, so no one could hear him but her.
"Jenny, when you choose to wet your pants like a naughty little baby,
you are showing me that you are too little to be at a movie. Little girls
who pee-pee their pants have to go home and have their daddy clean them up. So come on; we’re going home."
Jenny was so disappointed she began to sniffle. Jonathan didn't want to make a scene, so he swiftly pulled her up, hugged her to him, and half led, half
dragged her out of the theatre.
When they got to the car, Jenny was in a terrible temper.
"Now I'll never know whether the Care Bears escape from the monsters. I'll never know and I'll always wonder, and it's because you are a mean person."
Jonathan took Jenny's hand and slapped it sharply.
"Jenny, you are about to make me even angrier, if that's possible. I want you to take that tone out of your voice right now. You know very well why we left that movie. Look at the state of your pants."
Now they were out of the dark theatre, Jenny was hiding her great big pee spot by holding her jacket round her waist. Jonathan pulled it away and forced her to look at the babyish wet circle on the front of her overalls and the long wet streks down the legs that showed the whole world she had an accident.
"Look at that. You totally peed your pants after you promised you would be sure to go to the restroom. Did you think I wouldn't notice, just because you were in the dark theatre?"
Jenny glowered at Jonathan.
"Jenny Lynn."
Jonathan only called Jenny her full name when he was extremely angry. "Don't you make me any angrier. You answer me."
Jenny, standing in the movie theatre car park in her soaking overalls, pouted and then murmured sulkily: "I'm sorry. It was an accident."
"Oh, sure it was. Anyway, this is what happens when you pee your pants when we’re out. Did you think I was going to to let you sit there in wet clothes for the rest of the movie? You have to be changed when you use the toilet in your pants. When we get home, you’re going straight to bed. You are obviously not old enough to stay up late like a big girl. Now, get in the car. It’s lucky for you the seats are leather!"
Jenny got into the car and turned and faced out the window while Jonathan started the engine. She was so angry she didn't know what to do. She really had wanted to see the end of that movie and now she just wanted to get back at Jonathan for making her leave like that. Jenny realised she had to pee again; not a lot – yet. But certainly a little bit. She decided Jonathan couldn't get mad at her twice for the same thing, so she sat very still and peed her pants again. She felt the warm wetness soak through the corduroy fabric of her overalls and onto the leather car seat. There, that wold show him! She smiled a naughty smile and glanced at Jonathan, but he was driving and didn't seem to notice her at all. He would never know she just peed in his Lexus.
Jenny moved around a little bit and realized she was really soaked now. Then she felt a grumbling in her tummy and felt a familiar pressure in her rear end. Suddenly, she got a very naughty idea. So naughty, her heart began to race. Could she possibly be such a bad little girl? She thought of how Jonathon had got all stern and pulled her out of that movie, and that got her mad all over again. Yes, she would do something very messy and bad to show Jonathan that he couldn’t boss her about like that.
Jenny began relaxing all her tummy muscles. She was about to poop in her
pants. Normally when she got that full-bottom feeling, Jenny would fight it and wait until she was in a bathroom. This time, she began pushing as if she were already on the potty. She shifted in her seat so the weight was off her bottom and there was room inside her panties for her poo to come out. Luckily, it was soft and slippery and it was easy to push it out into her wet cotton Miffy knickers. She felt her bottom becoming warm and squishy as she quickly filled them with soft, smelly fudge. Before she knew it, Jenny had finished the naughtiest act of her young life. She felt incredibly little, sitting in a car, having deliberately messed her pants just like a toddler.
She squirmed a little, half-hating and half liking the feeling of her smelly poo-poos all squished in her pants. Fortunately, her BM wasn’t too much for her knickers to hold even when she sat back in the warm softness and felt it spread out under her dirty bottom. Then she began trembling. Now that she had done this, there was no going back. And Jonathan was going to be unspeakably angry. Suddenly, she wanted to cover up her naughty act of defiance. She pressed the switch and casually rolled down the window, hoping Jonathan wouldn't smell her little "accident." Jonathan noticed the noise and the wind created by the open window, but decided to let Jenny be. He felt a little guilty at the harsh scolding he had given her, and decided to be gentle with her when they got home.
Suddenly, he smelled something. At first he thought it was something outside the car, but then he got another, stronger whiff. A thought entered his mind, but he immediately dismissed it as ridiculous. Jenny never had messy-pants accidents – at least, she never had before. But on the other hand, she had been fidgetting and moving a lot and now she was still, like when she had peed her pants at the movie. And why had she suddenly opened the window? He stole a glance at her. She had her jacket over her lap and was sitting staring straight ahead with scarlet cheeks and a decidedly guilty look on her face. Jonathan immediately pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. Jenny still stared ahead. When the car wasn't moving, the smell became stronger.
"Jenny, look at me."
She turned her large blue eyes towards his. Jonathan spoke in a quiet voice, which held a steely note of authority.
"Do you have something you want to tell me?"
Jenny shook her head furiously.
"Jenny, if I check you and I find that you didn't tell me about, something that you have done, I will be very, very angry."
Jenny knew she was in for a worse punishment if she didn't tell.
"I think I... I..."
But she was too embarrassed to confess what she had done. Jonathan got out of his side of the car and went around to her side. He opened the door,
undid Jenny’s seatbelt and lifted her out of the car. He could see the fawn leather of the car seat was wet and now her overalls were competely soaked. The tell-tale toilet smell told him exactly what else she had done, but Jonathan wanted confirmation. Swiftky, he undid the straps of her overalls, slid them down round her knees and did a quick check of her pink cotton Miffy panties. Sure enough, they were now stained brown and bulged out across the seat, completely full of her naughty accident.
Without saying anything, Jonathon pulled the wet overalls back up, leaned Jenny over his knee and gave her several very hard spanks right on her messy bottom.
“Ooh! Ugh!” cried Jenny, as she felt her squishy BM spreading all over her bottom inside her knickers.
"Jenny Lynne Tallant, I am very disappointed in you! I have never seen a big
girl like you act so horribly! Do you think it's okay for a great big girl
like you to go pee and poo in her pants?"
He had never yelled at her so fiercely.
"You are not a little girl Jenny! You are a grown up girl of twenty-four! It’s one thing to play games, it is another thing to be a messy girl and act like a 2 year old!"
Jenny was now crying and trembling, half afraid and upset and half loving the sensations of her poo’d-in pants and the attention she was getting. Joathon seemed to snese this.
"Did you want attention, missy? Hmm? We'll you're getting attention now,
aren't you? Accidents are one thing, but if you deliberately go in your
pants to defy me, you are going to be punished, Miss Messy Bottom." He
continued spanking her soundly on the soggy, smelly seat of her overalls.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done it! Please don't be mad! I'm
sorry..."
Suddenly, something in her voice stopped him. He saw her fair hair, and her litle tearstained face, and his anger dissipated.
Jonathan's heart melted as he looked at the pathetic little figure. He gently
lifted her back into the car, strapped her in and got back in his side of the vehicle. They drove home in silence. When they got to the house, Jonathan lifted his sorry, messy little girl out of the car, walked with her to the house, and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. She may have been twenty-four, but she was small and light enough to carry like a much younger child. In the bathroom he carefully peeled off her wet overalls. Her pretty pink panties were soaked front and back and stained brown right across the seat, with big smears of soft brown poo-poo showing at the legbands at the back of her thighs.
“My goodness!” he said. “You must be the messiest little girl ever. Look at the state of your pants!”
Carefully, he eased the filthy knickers down until they lay around her feet. Delicately, Jenny stepped out of them. There was a thick layer of sticky brown poo all over her neat round bottom and even a bit on her neat, hairless pee-pee. Tenderly, Jonathon wiped the worst of the mess away with tissues, then used a washcloth to clean her bottom. Then he ran a warm bubble bath for her and left her to bathe herself while he got her a fresh dry pair of jammies.
When she was out of the bath, warm and fragrant, dressed in her jammies, he carried her down to his favorite easy chair and sat with her on his lap.
"Let's have a talk. Jenny, do you know why you were such a bad girl today? I
never saw such a naughty girl."
Jenny shook her head.
"I think I know what was going on. You were being willful and stubborn." Jenny looked at him without understanding.
"All day, you insisted on getting your own way. First you fussed until you got the big Coke, even though I knew it would be too much for your little tummy. Secondly you tried to stay and watch the whole movie, even though you knew you should go take a potty break. Then you tried to stay in the movie even though you needed to be changed. And finally, you tried to get your own back on me for taking you out of the movie by messing your pants. Doesn't that sound like a girl who always wants her own way?"
Jenny nodded, and put a finger in her mouth.
"Jenny, I know little girls, even twenty-four-year-old little girls, sometimes have accidents in their knickers. When that happens you know I don't get mad, right? You just tell me and we clean you up. But it is NOT okay to potty in your pants because of laziness or because you want to get your own way. You ruined what would have been a fun night with your naughtiness, didn't you?"
"Yes," Jenny whispered, quietly, although privately she didn’t think it had been all that ruined. This was the sort of big girl-little girl game she really enjoyed. "I'm sorry. Do you hate me now?"
Jonathan chuckled.
"No, of course I don't hate my little Jenny, even when she is a very naughty, messy girl. But I do have to look after her and teach her how to behave, don't I? The lesson here is that Daddy knows best. I knew you shouldn't get that big drink, didn't I? And that was the start of this whole thing, wasn't it?"
Jenny nodded.
"I need you to try and be a better little girl. I don't want you to be afraid of me if you have a panty-accident. But if you deliberately go to the toilet in your pants like a naughty toddler, you’ll have to be treated like one, won’t you? Sorry, little girl. I will spank you every time, and I don't care who's around, either! Do I make myself clear?"
Jenny nodded again, and snuggled against Jonathan. After she had been naughty, and then forgiven, she always felt closer to him than ever.
"Are you going to be good next time, Jenny?"
"Yes," she said obediently. "I won't be bad, I'll be sooooo good, okay?"
"I love you, Jenny Lynn, you crazy mixed-up big little girl."
Jenny opened one big blue eye and looked up at him.
“Even when I make poopy-poo in my pants?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Even when you’re the messiest little girl in the world,” he said, holding her and rocking her gently.
Jenny closed her eyes, happy again, and thought about how it had felt to go poo-poo in her pants and be spanked for it with the poo still all over her bottom. It ought to have been horrid, she thought, but it hadn’t been. Rather the opposite. In fact, she realized, it had been a really nice sensation as all the warm softness slid out of her and piled up under her bottom inside her knickers. And feeling it all there, squishing under her pee-pee and all over her bottom had been just heavenly. Best of all, she realized, being spanked with her pants full of poo didn’t hurt at all; in fact, it felt amazing. She would have to try it again, and soon! Then and there, Jenny decided that poo-poo was wasted in the toilet when it could be in her panties!
Annabel does it too
On Friday night a couple of weeks or so later, Jonathan and Jenny went out for coffee when Jonathon finished work. They were sitting cozily at a corner table in their local coffee shop, when Jonathan recognized a colleague from the law firm where he used to work. The guy’s name was Gary; he seemed a nice, easy-going thirty-something; holding his hand as he stood there was his young daughter, Annabel.
Gary and Jonathan exchanged greetings, and Jonathan introduced Jenny. Gary was pleased to meet the lovely young lady that he had heard so much about. Jenny shook his hand shyly and glanced at the toddler Gary held by the hand.
“How old is your daughter?” she asked politely.
“She’s a big girl, she’s four and a half now, aren’t you Annabel?”
Annabel nodded her head, her dark curls bouncing adorably.
To Jenny’s surprise, Jonathan seemed to already know the little girl.
“There’s my princess!”Jonathan exclaimed in the voice that one uses with
very young children. He reached out and took Annabel into his arms.
“How’s my girl?” he said as he tossed her lightly into the air; Annabel squealed with delight.
Jenny couldn’t explain it, but seeing Jonathan making such a fuss of with Annabel made her feel a bit upset. He seemed to be so jolly and loving with her. Jonathan never tossed her in the air like that. Of course, she wasn’t a toddler, she was twenty-four years old. But neither was Annabel – she was nearly five! And though Jenny was a very petite girl for her age, she was naturally far too big to be tossed about like that. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to be! Jenny felt a sharp twinge of jealousy.
Gary suggested that they all have coffee together. He went and got a
coffee for himself and a glass of orange juice for Annabel. Jenny regretted her vanilla latte. It made her feel too grown up. She clasped her cup with both hands as she watched Annabel suck her juice up through a straw, looking about her absent-mindedly. When Annabel put her drink down, she wasn’t looking what she was doing and only put it half-on the table so it tipped up and spilt on her front. Gary noticed this and affectionately mopped her up as he talked to Jonathan.
Jonathan and Gary were quickly immersed in a discussion about their work. In spite of her sudden twinge of jealousy, Jenny was nice to Annabel. She let Annabel show her her new doll, and together they brushed dolly’s hair with a plastic brush and chatted. Then Annabel wanted to show Jenny what she had been doing at her ‘tumbling tots’ gymnastics class earlied. She did a head-over-heels and a handstand. As Annabel’s short tartan pinnafore dress flipped up, Jenny couldn’t help but notice that underneath she was wearing terry-towel trainer pants with see-through plastic panties over the top. It seemed like babyish underwear for a nearly five-year-old.
Jenny felt another twinge of jealousy when she noticed this. She couldn’t explain the strange feeling of longing that swept over her. Obviously, Annabel was still not fully potty-trained and still went to the bathroom in her pants sometimes. Jenny remembered reading that potty-training was taking a lot longer these days, what with pull-ups and disposable diapers and modern washing machines. And many parents nowadays decided not to push toileting issues, preferring to let their children develop naturally rather than making a big issue out of it. That was a nice thought; Jenny remembered how she always used to get into such trouble for having even little accidents in her panties as a little girl, and how cross Jonathan had got when she, Jenny, had peed her pants at the movies a few weeks ago. He’d got even crosser when she’d deliberately done a poo in her knickers in the car on the way home!
Now Jenny found that she resented the fact that she had always been expected to use the bathroom or get into trouble, while this little girl in front of her faced no such pressures and could just go pee in her trainer-pants without a worry in the world if she wanted to. Just as she was having these thoughts, Gary turned to Annabel and spoke to her quietly. Jenny was sure he asked her if she needed to use the potty. Annabel shook her head quickly and went back to her games. Jenny started to watch Annabel closely, wondering if the little girl was making pee-pee in her pants as she ran around. She pretended to listen to the two men, but kept darting sharp glances at her out of the corner of her eye. Annabel was a very active, constantly getting off the bench, wandering around the coffee shop and coming running back when Gary called her.
After some time, Annabel evidently got tired of running about so much and came back to the end of the table. Now she was just standing quietly next to Jenny and absently playing with her doll’s hair. She was standing very still and had a distracted look on her young face, which presently turned to a look of intense concentration. Jenny, watching her closely, thought she knew that particular look; it seemed to her to be the look of a toddler about to do her ‘big jobs’.
Surely not? Annabel was no toddler – she was almost five! The odd tinkle in her underwear, maybe; but not poopy, surely? Yet here was Annabel quite openly and obviously pushing to make a BM in her pants in the middle of a restaurant!! Next moment, Jenny heard the faint but unmistakable crackly squelching sounds as Annabel’s poo came out into her towelling trainer-pants. It sounded like a big squishy one, though Jenny, as Annabel slowly relaxed. Her pretty little face took on a look of satisfaction. Jenny stared at her, more jealous that ever. How she longed to be little again and do what Annabel had just done!
A few moments later it became very obvious just what Annabel had done. She started to run about again, and as she ran around the table close to Gary, he sniffed the air, then reached out and pulled her close.
“Ug-oh,” he said. “I think somebody round here needs her pants changed.” He patted Annabel gently on her backside.
“You’re a very stinky girl, Miss Pottypants.”
Annabel chortled at the silly nickname.
“Did a poo-poo,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Did lots of poo-poo.”
“You don’t say!” said Gary, seemingly completely unphased that his nearly-five-year-old daughter had just filled her underwear. ‘You’d better show me, Poppet.”
Annabel turned her back to him and reached behind herself, and held up the back of her dress to show her father her messy bottom. There was an obvious bulge and the start of a stain in the back of her thick terry-towelling knickers, clearly visible through her clear plastic pants - which were beaded with drops of moisture where she had wet herself as well. She was in a mess but seemed totally unconcerned, as did her father.
Annabel showed no shame about messing her pants in front of them all in the middle of the coffee lounge. She resumed her running about, teasing Jonathon until he picked her up and handed her over to Gary. Jenny was amazed at how casual both the men were about what Annabel had just done. It made her get angry and jealous all over again. When she, Jenny, had done the same thing it had been a huge deal, she thought in frustration. But it was fine for Annabel. To Jenny’s mind, it almost seemed as if Annabel was taunting her, teasing her that she, Annabel, could do things that Jenny couldn’t.
“We’ll seee about that,” thought Jenny to herself.
Jonathan and Gary spent a few more minutes chatting. Gary held Annabel on
his knee, bouncing her in a way that must have squished her mess out all over her bottom, and giving her no scolding at all for messing her pants. Finally, the conversation came to a close. Gary rose and said,
“Well, folks, I better get this munchkin home and get her into some clean underwear.”
He smiled fondly at his little daughter, patted her affectionately on the seat of her bulging pants, said a warm goodbye to Jonathan and Jenny and then left the coffee shop.
Jonathan and Jenny were left sitting by themselves.
“Thanks for letting me catch up with Gary,” said Jonathan. “Sorry we always
end up talking about work.”
“Oh, I didn’t mind,” said Jenny automatically. She sat in silence for a few
seconds, and then looked up.
“Don’t you think Annabell’s a little old to be doing that sort of thing?” she burst out. Jonathan was surprised.
“What sort of thing?” he asked.
“You know - making a mess in her pants like that.”
“Not really,” he replied honestly. “She’s not even five yet.”
“She’s nearly five,” said Jenny irritably. “I’d have thought she was old enough to know better than to mess in her pants. She never even asked for the bathroom. And when Gary asked her, she said she didn’t want to go. But five minutes later she does a poo in her knickers. Look at the fuss you made when I did it. ”
Jonathan wasn’t sure why Jenny was reacting so strongly.
“Annabel’s just a little kid, Jenny,” he said reasonably. “Only a toddler, really. These days parents don’t like to push potty training too much. And there are bound to be odd accidents. I’m sure she’ll be fully trained when she’s ready for school. That’s not quite the same thing as you doing it in a fit of temper because you couldn’t get your own way. ”
“Well I think it’s ridiculous,” snapped Jenny crossly. “Annabel knew exactly
what she was doing. She went poo in her trainer-pants on purpose.”
Jenny stared at the floor. She felt like a perfect fool getting so jealous and angry about Annabel, but she couldn’t help her reaction.
“She should have been told off at least. It’s not very nice for other people if she’s going to make a smelly mess in her pants like that.”
“I don’t think that would would have been very helpful, darling. I expect that Annabel was too busy playing to notice she needed to go. But in any case, it doesn’t matter does it? Annabel’s not our worry.”
“Fine. Defend your friend’s lax parenting, I don’t care,” said Jenny, and turned away in frustration.
Jonathan put a hand on her knee and spoke to her gently.
“I think we better get you home to bed, Pumpkin. You seem a bit cranky.”
Jonathan had no idea why Jenny was suddenly so sulky. He decided to let her watch some television and then make sure she got to bed early. He assumed she was tired from her long week. He left her watching cartoons – but Jenny wasn’t taking any notice of the antics on the TV; her mind was far too busy. She realised now what her problem was: she wanted to be a little girl. She wanted to be treated with indulgence. wanted everyone to think she was cute – and, most importantly, not to mind if she used her pants as a potty. Jenny suddenly made up her mind. She was going to have her way. She might be twenty-four years old – which was fine in some ways. But in others, she hated being so grown-up. Part of her longed to be four years old and running around in nice, thick terry-towel training pants. She felt she had missed out on being little, on being indulged and cossetted and having her wet or poopy pants changed like Annabel evidently did. Fine. If Jonathan liked toddlers so much, then that was exactly what he was going to get. A very big toddler
When Jonathon came to find her at supper time, Jenny was snuggled on the couch in the family room apparently watching TV and drinking a large glass of orange juice. Jonathan joined her and watched the end of the show. When it finished, Jonathan looked down at Jenny and was surprised to see that she was sucking her thumb just like a young child. She had never done that before! He smiled to himself; she certainly did the little-girl-lost thing rather well; she looked so innocent and precious like that… He didn’t say anything to her; he didn’t want to disturb her or makr her take that entracing thumb out.
Jenny, for her part, was staring straight ahead at the TV as though she were unaware of Jonathan’s intense gaze. In reality, she knew full well that he was looking at her, not with curiosity, but with that tender look she loved so much. Well, she was a little girl now, and young children didn’t feel embarrassed. They just did what they felt like. And right nowshe liked the comforting feeling of the thumb in her mouth. Jonathan still said nothing, but pulled her closer to him with a big smile and gave her a cuddle. He rather thought he might know what Jenny was up to – and what had caused it. He wondered what else might be in Jenny’s mind; it would be as well to make sure that the mattress protector on her bed was properly in place…
They had a leisurely supper. It was a good, healthy meal, with wholemeal bread and salad and plenty of fruit. Jenny put away a surprising amount for such a small person! After supper, they watched a little more TV before Jonathan decided it was Jenny’s bedtime. As they went along the passage towards the bedrooms, Jenny said she was thirsty, so Jonathon took her into the kitchen and poured her another big glass of orange juice. He was careful to make sure he suggested a trip to the toilet before bedtime and Jenny, all wide-eyed innocence, obediently trotted off to the bathroom. As Jonathan suspected, though, she didn’t sit on the pan like a good girl and do her wee-wee. Jenny’s bladder was already quite full, but she didn’t want to go pee in the toilet. Little children like her didn’t have to do all their wees in the boring old toilet!
So Jenny waited a couple of minutes and the flushed the toilet (which needed no flushing) before running into the bedroom where Jonathan was waiting for her. He watched while she changed into a pair of light green, flannel jammies. Putting on the jammie pants over her ordinary cotton panties was strangely exciting for Jenny, because she knew full well what she was going to do in them. Jonathan, watching her pull the jammie pants up over her sweet little pink-and-white cotton bunny-pattern briefs, decided that tonight he would let her sleep on her own, in her own bed…
After he had tucked Jenny up, Jonathon went offto watch late-night TV and have a Scotch or two. After a couple of hours, he went and checked on Jenny. She was sound asleep, but as soon as Jonathon lifted the cover to check on her it was obvious that she had comprehensively wet the bed. Jenny quite often wet the bed, but this was much more than that her usual accident. Normally, the bed was wet in a small circle approximately the size of a dinner plate - her panties and pyjama pants usually soaked up much of the accident. But now they were absolutely soaked, far wetter than usual. It was a good thing he had that waterproof cover on the mattress!
Jenny was sleeping facing away from him; he sat up and gently pulled back the covers. He was shocked at how wet she was; the puddle extended out in all directions and she was soggy from the middle of her pyjama top to her knees. This was no ‘little’ accident. Jenny had never before peed the bed so thoroughly!
Jonathon considerd what to do. Normally, he would be cross – or at least act cross! But she looked so inocent and vulnerable and so mouth-wateringly pretty just lying there in her wet jammies that he couldn’t be cross. He woke her up gently, smiling to himself as she stirred and rubbed her eyes as she sat up – then the look of realisation as she felt the wetness all around her; that looked genuie enough! Jonaton helped her up and led her, dripping, to the bathroom. He stripped her wet things off and washed her carefully and towelled her dry. He found some skin-care cream to rub into her bottom and pee-pee, and he put a generous sprinkling of talcum powder into the the clean cotton panties he had picked out for her – the thickest pair he could find!
Then, once Jenny was clean and dry and comfortable in dry jammies, he set about changing the sodden sheets and finding a clean duvet. She sat and watched him, once more sucking her thumb and seemingly quite relaxed and titally unconcerned at the mess she had made of the bed. When he asked her if she had gone potty before bed like he had asked her to, she shrugged and said in a little-girl voice,
“I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
Jonathan looked sceptical, but decided it was too late to press the issue now. He’d say something sometime the next day. He held up the clean cover so Jenny could go back to bed.
Jenny lay awake for a long time after he’d tucked her in and kissed her good night. She was secretly thrilled with her naughty action; peeing the bed had never felt so good before! She had loved the warm, rushing feeling of the wee steaming into her panties and pyjamas and the naughty feeling of the sheets beneath her becoming wet in a spreading circle. She longed to do it again, but knew that she had no more pee-pee left in her bladder. That was all that stopped her, so excited was she by her experiment; like a true toddler, she would have felt no remorse at making another wet mess in the clean jammies that Jonathan had dressed her in. She wondered if Annabel was lying in wet sheets and jammies, but the thought struck her that Annabel almost certainly slept in a diaper and plastic panties and could pee to her heart’s content without making the sheets wet.
“That must be cool,” thought Jenny, She wondered how many times she would have to pe the bed before Jonathon got h er some diapers too.
The next morning dawned wet and rainy. Jenny lay in bed watching the drops running down the windowpane and feeling a warm glow in her tummy. It was Saturday and she had the whole day to be as bad and childish as she could be. She had already decided that when she needed to go potty she wasn’t going to wait until she got to the bathrooom; she would just go right in her pants, pee or poo. She wondered what Jonathan would do about it; would he scold and spank or be nice about it, like he had been over her wet bed last night? One thing she was sure of; today, Jonathon would begin to notice the ‘new’ Jenny. Sweet, innocent, cute, adorable, unreliable little-girl Jenny.
She fooled around during breakfast, humming to herself and ‘accidentally’
dropping spoonfuls of cereal on the table and sometimes on the floor in best ‘little-girl, messy eater’ style. Jonathan was remarkably patient with her, and simply wiped up the dropped food at the end of the meal. She had requested extra milk and raisins with her big bowl of raisin-bran, and – once again - Jonathan had indulged her. After breakfast, he said to her: “Teeth, toilet, hands and face!” and Jenny – good as gold - went quietly into the bathroom. She washed her hands and face and cleaned her teeth but, as was her new habit, did not use the toilet.
Instead she opened the medicine cabinet and, after a litle rummaging about, found the small packet she was looking for. Ex-Lax. She knew what those did! Did she dare to take one? She thought again of what Annabel had done, and how good it had felt when she had done the same thing that night in the car. And she also remenbered how loving Jonahan had been when he had stopped spanking and scolding her and helped her clean up and change. Her decision was made. She took one small pink pill and swallowed it. She felt a tingle of anticipation.
Jenny was a little tardy about getting dressed. Half an hour later, Jonathan found her in her bedroom, lying on the bed wearing only a vest and a pair of cotton Care Bears knickers, reading a book.
“Jenny, I asked you to get dressed,” he said sternly. He reached into the
closet and pulled out a pair of light blue short shorts and a yellow t-shirt with a flower pattern on the front. Jenny grinned. He couldn’t have picked a better outfit if he’d tried. Those little shorts always made her feel years younger – they were just like the ones little kids wore, where you could almost see their underpants at the leg openings. She pulled them up over her childish knickers, and shrugged her way into the T-shirt. Her tiny breasts hardly made even a dimple in the cotton.
When she was dressed, Jonathon pulled her onto his lap. It almost seemed as if he was joining in her little game.
“Now, little one,” he said, in his best ‘caring Daddy’ voice, “ I need to get some paperwork done. I want you to be quiet and just play or read and if you let me get on with my work I’ll take you somewhere nice when I’m finished. Is that a deal?”
Jenny nodded. It suited her just fine. Before they went anywhere, she thought, she would be in need of a change of underwear and shorts.
Jenny ran into the living room, and lay down on the thick rug in the middle of the immaculate polished Maplewoood floor in front of the TV. Her heart was racing with the private thrill of what she was about to do. Let Jonathan scold all he liked, he couldn’t stop her! No-one could. If she, Jenny Lynn Tallant, decided that she was going to go to the toilet in her knickers, nothing anyone did could stop her.
Now, though, Jenny was in no rush. She grabbed a magazine and flipped the pages idly, looking at the pictures. She was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. After a few moments, Jenny rolled onto her back and began sucking her thumb, relishing the comforting feeling it brought her. After ten minutes, the pressure in her bladder became noticeable. Jenny waited. She felt an indescribable sense of excitement, combined with a strange sort of comfort. She sat up and scooted herself off the rug; if she spoiled that, then Jonathon might really get cross. So she just sat flat on the wooden floor with her legs straight out; the underfloor heat was on and it felt warm and comfortable.
For a a little while longer Jenny she read the magazine as her need to pee became more and more pressing, until she found she couldn’t concentrate on the magazine any more. Not only that, but she could sense her need to move her bowels growing steadily and surprisingly quickly as well; evidently that little pink pill was working! Finally, she put the magazine aside and sat back, leaning on her hands with her arms behind her; then she just relaxed and waited for the inevitable. Seconds later, she felt the first hot spurt of pee dampen her Care Bears underpants. Instictively, she clenched up and stopped her wee, squirming a little bit as the wetness spread in her pants. She lifted her legs up and parted her knees to check if what she had done had soaked through the front of her shorts. Nope. Not yet.
Jenny continued to stare at the magazine beside of her, but didn’t focus on it. She was concentrating on the far more interesting business of wetting her pants. It wasn’t easy at first – she hadn’t had that much to drink yet, so she wasn’t really bursting. She let another spurt seep into the the soft cotton of her panties, followed by a steady trickle. She was glad it was her Care Bears pants that were getting wet; they were her most childish underwear and she had chosen them on purpose. After a few more spurts and trickles, she had rekaxed enough that her bladder could begin to empty in earnest. Gradually, her knickers and the whole front of her shorts became heavy, warm and wet. She felt only a momentary twinge of panic before she lost heself completely in the business of peeing her pants unrestrainedly like a very little girl. A contented smile spread across her face as she allowed the last of the hot wetness to stream into her shorts. This was even better than wetting the bed.
Jenny’s sodden pants rapidly cooled, as did the puddle beneath her. But that didn’t worry her at all; if anything she became more excited. Jonathan was going to find her like this, her pants soaked and sitting in a big puddle. And he would know she had done it on purpose. There was no way to hide it.
She relished the attention that he would give her when he realised that she
had done such a shocking, naughty thing. Bedwetting was one thing. A daytime accident when you were ill or upset was another. But there was no doubt that she had now crossed the line into a whole other realm. She looked down at the puddle spread under her on the varnished Maple floor and shivered with excitement. She sat up and leaned forward with her knees drawn up, sitting right in the middle of the puddle she had made. She propped the magazine on her knees and turned the pages with shaking hands, wondering when Jonathan would come and find her. She didn’t have long to wait.
Jonathan sat at the table, finishing up the last of his weekend paperwork.
He was impressed with how well Jenny had been behaving this morning. He
hadn’t heard a peep out of her for the last hour. He resolved to take her to a movie or show; it w s a pity about the bad weather, otherwise they could have gone to the zoo or the park, or some other such outing that she would love. He stood, stretched, and went to tell her what a good girl she was.
He walked into the living room, and immediately smelled something unusual; he wrinkled his nose, and then realised that it was the wet-sheets smell . He looked at Jenny. She was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up, sucking her thumb again. What he noticed next made Jonathan smile wryly to himself. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that Jenny had completely peed her pants. Her crotch was soaked - the wet stain showed plainly on the blue material of her shorts – and she was sitting in a puddle that glistened on the poished wood floor. It was quite obviously no accident; Jenny had sat in the living room and made no attempt to even try to reach the bathroom. She had simply let go in her pants like a toddler. Well, he’d soon tell her what he thought of that!
He crossed the room in two strides. Jenny looked up and smiled sweetly; she didn’yt loook in the least bit guilty or aprehensive, as if it was inconceivable that anyone could be cross with her just for peeing her pants. Jonathan opened his mouth to shout at her - but when she smiled up at him again, her sweetest, most innocent smile, the one which made her look so ravishingly pretty and absolutely adorable, Jonathan found his anger giving way to a very different feeling.
“Jenny Lynn,” he said as though speaking to a two-year-old. “What did you just do? Hmm?”
Jenny shrugged and looked back down at her magazine. She was acting just like a young child who denies her actions even they are all too obvious.
He crouched down in front of her and
pushed her knees wide apart.
“What’s this, young lady?” He pointed at the soaked crotch of her shorts. “You peed in your pants again, Jenny, I’m surprised at you.”
Jenny looked at him, but still showed no remorse; she just kept sucking her thumb.
“Why did you go pee-pee in your pants, missy? Hmm? You’re not trying to tell me that was an accident? Why didn’t you go in the bathroom like a big girl?” With an effort, he kept his face stern.
Jenny took her thumb out of her mouth and smiled her broadest smile at him.
“Because I not a big girl,” Jenny replied in a childish voice. “Me a little girl, like Annabel. Goo goo.”
And she wriggled her behind in the pee-puddle and put her thumb back in her mouth. With her other hand, she twirled a strand of her silky blonde hair.
Jonathan couldn’t believe the transformation. His strange but entrancing twenty-four-year-old sometimes-sexy girlfriend was acting so completely as if she was a toddler that for a moment he found it hard to believe she wasn’t! He felt at a loss for a moment as he realized how entrancing her utter childishness made her and how pretty and stragely desirable she looked in her wet pants. He wondered where sex might fit into this new state of affairs. Oh well, he’d find that out in due course; for now, he was obviously cast in the role of ‘Daddy’. His expression softened as he smiled back at her.
“Well, Miss Piddle-Pants, we’de better get you changed and deal with this wet spot on the floor,” he said, holding out his hand to help her to her feet. Jenny took his hand, then stood there looking down at her wet shorts with a serious expression on her pretty face and drips running down her legs from her and panties,
Though she showed no outward sign of it, Jenny was ecstatic. This was
exactly what she had hoped for and more. She had never been more excited in her life. She was feeling very full, with a heaviness and urgency in her tummy. Jenny knew what that meant; once again, she was about to do the naughtiest thing that any potty-trained girl could do, and she was going to do it right now, in front of Jonathan, so that he could see her doing it. She relaxed, concentrating on the physical sensation of her big, urgent BM moving downwards. I am little, I am like Annabel, she thought, over and over. She kept her thumb in her mouth and, still looking down, peered at Jonathon’s face from her lowered eyelids as she began to push in earnest.
Jonathan was momentarily puzzled when he saw her lower her eyes and assume a look of intense concentration. He was just wondering if she was starting to find her wet pants uncomfortable when heard the first low, soft sound come from inside her shorts. A little burst of wind? For a moment, he didn’t catch on. The noises from Jenny’s pert little bottom continued and became more obvious, little windy poots giving way to a sort of crackly, squelchy sound. Jenny had a strange expression on her face, halfway between surprise and concentration. He felt that this must be some sort of dream. She wasn’t! She couldn’t possibly be!
Jonathon could hardly believe what his senses told him. Was Jenny really standing there in front of him deliberately making poo in her pants? He caught a whiff of an unmistakable toilet odour, but still couldn’t believe that this was really happening. He felt frozen, unable to move. There was no visible change in Jenny’s shorts, but now she was going a little pink and openly straining. There were more windy, squelchy sounds. Jenny shifted a bit, strained again. There was anothr ‘ssqrch!’ He stared again at the front of her shorts and saw nothing. But the smell was undeniable.
“Jenny,” he said in utter disbelief. “Are you messing in your pants?”
Jenny shrugged her shoulders and continued to suck her thumb. She gave a final strain, then took her thumb out and nodded. She had certainly been messing in her pants, as much mess as she could make. Which, with a good supper and a little help, was quite a lot. And she had been right. It did feel nice. Really nice. In fact, right now she couldn’t think of a nicer feeling than having a big, soft squishy poo-poo in her knickers.
Jonathan reached out and pulled her to him, spinning her around so he could pull out the back of her shorts and panties and look inside. He stared in disbelief at the sticky brown paste now spread thickly over Jenny’s neat round bottom and all over the inside of her panty-seat. It looked as if someone had stuffed a big helping of chocolate fudge into her knickers - except that this didn’t smell very appetising.
Jonathan was almost overcome. He had never been filled with so many
different emotions in his life. He was cross, shocked, horrified and - strangely - utterly aroused. The other time she had done this, it had been in a fit of pique, to get back at him. But now she was, quite obviously, filling her pants completely just because she wanted to. It was all part of her little-girl game - a game he realized she wanted him to join in with, to play his own part. Which, he now saw clearly, was to be her ‘Daddy’. Well, was that so bad? Or so hard? He took a deep breath, and tried to sound calm.
“Jenny Lynn, what have you done?”
Jenny shrugged again, and he shook his head.
“Young lady, I expect you to answer me. What did you just do?”
Jenny gave a naughty smile.
“I went poo-poo in my pants,” she said, as matter-of-factly as Annabel had done. Shamelessly. “And I did a wee-wee too. ‘Cause I’m only a little girl and I’m not potty-trained yet.”
And Jenny sat down ‘splat!’ on the edge of the coffee-table and squirmed in her squishy poo-poo, enjoying the incredible sensation that this produced. She felt a babyish pride in her messy pants.
“Me a little girl” she stated again, with great emphasis on the ‘little’. She was acting just like a four or five year old who begins regressing to get attention. Jonathan had heard of older siblings wetting or soiling to compete with a new baby brother or sister. Children often decided that if being wet or messy brought attention, well then, they’d just be a baby again. It was more fun than being a big kid and getting ignored. But at twenty-four?
Then Jonathon thought back to what had happened in the coffee shop, and jealously Jenny had reacted to Annabel filling her pants without getting into trouble. In an instant, Jonathan understood exactly what was going on. Jenny must have felt jealous of little Annabel. And decided to get the attention that a young, cute child gets, whatever way she had to. Jonathan decided that the best reaction would be to treat her just like the little child she was pretending to be.
“Jenny Lynn, I’ve never seen such a naughty girl. If you wanted the potty,
you could have just asked for it. Now you’ve made another big mess in your pants and we’ll have to spend the rest of the morning cleaning you up. But first I want you to say you’re sorry.”
Jenny crossed her arms and shook her head vigorously.
“No!” she said in her little-girl voice.
“Jenny!” said Jonathan warningly.
“Me sorry,” she said, not looking sorry at all.
“For what?” prompted Jonathan.
“Sorry I went potty my pants. Me a bad girl.”
She tried to look sorry, but her mouth curved in an involuntary half-smile.
Like most young children, she was a very poor liar.
Jonathan chuckled ruefully.
“Okay bad girl, let’s get those poopy pants changed. If you’re not going to go to the bathroom like a big girl I’m going to have to get you some proper trainer-pants.”
He pulled her to her feet and led her by the hand towards the bathroom. But when they got there she stopped and said: “Daddee…” in her most entancingly childlike voice.
“Yes, Little One?” said Jonathon, entering into the spirit of the game.
“Daddee, I don’t want my poo-poo pants changed…”
“You don’t want to be clean again?” asked Jonathon, in disbelief.
Jenny shoook her head.
“Not yet,” she said.
Jonathon thought about this a bit, then shook his head.
“I can’t have you making a smelly mess in the house,” he said. “If you were outside, it wouldn’t matter. But it’s raining now, and your smelly mess is all trying to get out of your knickers.”
Jenny made a cross face and stamped her foot.
“Don’t want clean pants,” she said. “I like being messy.”
Jonathon looked hard at her, then saw the way the game was going.
“Jenny Lynn, if you don’t want a good spanking you’de better do what you’re tld!” he said, in his sternest voice.
“Shan’t!” said Jenny, and stamped her foot again. A chunk of soft brown poo slid out of the leg of her shorts and went ‘Splat!’ on the tiled bathroom floor.
“Right, Young Lady,” said Jonathon, tightening his grip on her hand and pulling her firmly towards him. “If that’s the way you want it…”
With his free hand he grabbed a towel and spread it over his lap before pulling Jenny down over his knee so her poopy bottom was in the air.
“Squrrch!” went the back of Jenny’s bulging shorts as he brought his hand firmly down on her messy seat. “Sqrch! Spltch. Spluch!” The bulge flattened and spread as Jonathon spanked her firmly; milk chocolate poo-fudge was squeezing out of the legbands of her knickers and staining the backs of her thighs, and a speckled brown stain started to show through the seat of those sodden shorts.
Next moment, Jenny gave a little cry and started to tremble as the amazing feelings of being soundly spanked in her poo-filled pants started to give her the sort of sensations that real little girls know nothing about. Jenny thrust her messy bottom in the air and began to rub frantically at the front of her sodden shorts until, after only a few moments, she came. It was an intense climax, the most intense Jonathon – stock still now with his hand raised ready – had ever seen her achieve. It was evident that ca-ca pants were a big turn-on for Jenny as well as an important part of her little-girl role-play. Jonathon knew then that this wasn’t going to be the last time he would be spanking his enchanting big-little girl on her poopy bottom!
Jenny 3 - Potty un-training
It took a long time to get Jenny cleaned up and smelling sweet again. She was very, very messy and, in best little-girl fashion, was not very helpful about standing still while Jonathan took her shorts and pants down and wiped away the thick layer of fudge from her bottom and cleaned up all the little bits of poo that had finshed up on the bathroom floor. It took a lot of wiping and washing before all traces of her poo were gone from jenny’s smooth skin, and some serious scrubbing before her Care Bear underpants were in a state where they could even be put in the washing machine. And then there was the puddle on the living room floor to mop up and some nasty smears to wipe off of the coffee table. At last, the job was done. Jenny was clean and powdered and dressed in clean panties and a short summer dress> Fortunately, the rain had cleared now and the sun was shining. It was turning into a nice, warm spring day and they could spend the afternoon in the garden.
After they had eaten lunch (Jenny made sure hers was a hearty meal, with plenty more fruit and fibre to keep up her supply of ammunition), Jonathan settled her in the swinging chair on the patio and, making an excuse about dropping into the office for some papers, went off in the car. But he didn’t go to his office; he went to a chemist’s store in an out-of-town retail complex, where he should be able to buy some things he thought he might need. It was a large store, and once he’d found the right aisle (Personal Care Products was the appropriate placard, he discovered) he was faced with a wide choice of just the sort of things he needed. Personal hygiene aids - or, more bluntly, incontinence products.
In fact, Jonathan soon found, there was a grown-up equivalent of just about everything a not-quite-potty-trained toddler might need. There were disposable pads and full-blown disposable nappies and waterproof pants of all sorts from ‘discreet’ (pretty cotton panties with a plastic inner lining) to ordinary clear vinyl, just like regular baby-pants but in larger sizes. And then there were any number of types of ‘protective underwear’ - from sexless briefs designed to hold a disposable pad, heavy ‘super absorbent’ cotton knickers and a range of ‘adult trainer panties’ made from thick, fluffy terry-towel. These were exactly like a toddler’s training pants except they didn’t have the fun designs on. The only thing Jonathan couldn’t see were proper toweling diapers in a grown-up size - but then, Jenny was so petite she could almost certainly get away with the largest size of children’s wear.
At the end of a nerve-wracking and somewhat embarrassing half-hour, Jonathan was back in his car, quite a lot poorer but with two large carrier-bags containing everything needed for Jenny’s new role. For a start, he had two economy-size tins of baby powder, several packs of wipes and a large jar of zinc-and-castor-oil cream. He had chosen a good selection of the toweling ‘trainer panties’, and had bought a pack of the largest available size cloth diapers complete with proper pink nappy-pins, and several pairs of vinyl waterproof pants - none of them ‘discrete’. He had also been to the children’s wear section and found half-a-dozen packs of girls cotton briefs complete with cartoon characters or other childlike designs. Jenny, he knew, would love those. Driving home, Jonathan was well pleased with his afternoon’s work.
When he got home, he checked that Jenny was still in the garden then carried his purchases through into the bedroom and stowed them in his own part of the wardrobe, above the rack where he kept his shirts. Then he went out to see how Jenny was getting on. She was still on the swing-seat, dozing in the sun. She opened her eyes when he came and stood by her.
“Hello, sleepy-head, ” he said.
“Hello Daddy,” said Jenny.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked her. “Or something to eat?”
“Yes Daddy,” said Jenny. “I want some juice and a biscuit.”
“Please,” said Jonathan, reprovingly.
“Please Daddy,” said Jenny, smiling her sweet smile.
When Jonathan came back out with a tray, he found that Jenny had got up out of the chair and was standing, quite still, in the middle of the patio. It took Jonathan a moment or two to recognize the pose - and his suspicions were confirmed a moment later when a steady stream started to pour from beneath the hem of Jenny’s short frock and splash noisily into a puddle on the paving stones.
“Oh Pumpkin,” he said, deliberately using her little-girl nickname. “Couldn’t you ask for the potty?”
Jenny, still peeing steadily, put a finger in her mouth and looked coy.
“Did pee-pee in my pants,” she said, rather unnecessarily.
“Oh well, at least we’re outside where it doesn’t matter.” said Jonathan. “Do you want dry panties?”
Jenny nodded, so Jonathan put the tray down on the patio table and went back indoors. He fetched a pack of the baby-wipes and a pair of the little-girl cotton panties, with a picture of a cute puppy on the front. Then he went back out to the garden and sat on a lounger.
“Come here, Pumpkin,” he said. “And hold your frock up out of the way.”
Jenny did as she was told, standing in front of him with the hem of her dress held up so that he could see her light blue cotton briefs with the darker blue wet patch between her legs.
Jonathan pulled the wet panties down around Jenny’s ankles; giggling, she kicked them off over her pink jelly sandals, and kept giggling as he wiped her pee-pee and the top of her legs with the soft baby-wipe.
“Smells all nice,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“It should stop you from getting sore,” said Jonathan. Then he picked up the puppy-dog panties, and held them up so Jenny could see them.
“Look,” he said. “I even got you some new knickers.”
“Me like,” said Jenny. He held them out so that she could step into them, then pulled them up tight around her bottom. They fitted her as well as she fitted her chosen little-girl role: to perfection.
At bedtime that evening, Jonathan was ready to spring his next little surprise on Jenny - but she got in first and surprised him. When she took off her dress to get in her bath she revealed that her new panties were very wet. Soaked in the front and right round under the seat, in fact. It looked as if she had weed in them more than once. Which was odd, as she had gone to use the bathroom several times in the normal way, Jonathan having made it quite clear that he didn’t mind what she did out in the garden, but he wasn’t having any wet patches on his expensive carpets. As Jenny stepped out of the sodden pants, Jonathan realized what the little minx had been up to. While she had been sitting on the toilet like a good girl, Jenny had simply not bothered to take her pants down.
When Jenny was bathed and toweled dry - which was always fun - Jonathan rubbed plenty of the sweet-smelling zinc cream onto her bottom and round her pee-pee. Then he went to get her some clean Jammies. And a pair of the thick, fluffy terry-towel trainer pants, plus a pair of nice soft vinyl plastic panties to go over the top.
“Here you are, miss,” he said, handing her the toweling briefs. “Bedtime pants.”
Jenny took them and felt their thick softness. She smiled at him, and daintily stepped into them and pulled them up around her straight little-girl hips. Once again, they fitted her perfectly.
“Nice?” asked Jonathan.
“Snuggly,” said Jenny.
“Now try these,” said Jonathan, handing her the plastic pants. Jenny looked at him wide-eyed.
“These are for me too?” she asked. Jonathon nodded.
“It’s what little girls wear so they don’t make the bed wet if they have a pee-pee accident in the night,” he said.
“Just like Annabel,” said Jenny, smiling happily.
Of course, Jenny did have a pee-pee accident in bed. More than one, in fact. Lying there and dribbling wee into the thick toweling pants, feeling it run around under her bottom as it met the inside of the plastic panties, was heaven as far as Jenny was concerned. By the time she got out of bed next morning, the toweling pants were sodden and droplets of pale golden pee were running around the inside of her plastic panties. There was even a dark, damp patch on the seat of her jammie bottoms where the plastic pants had leaked a little bit around her legs.
Jonathan pretended to scold her as he changed her and helped her get dressed. It was another lovely day, so they would be out in the garden later. Once he had washed her bottom and pee-pee thoroughly, Jonathan put on more cream and powder, and gave Jenny another pair of the little-girl knickers to wear. This pair had two playful kittens on them - one at the front, and one on the seat. Over the top, Jenny put on ashort ra-ra skirt in bright green; a yellow T-shirt with a big pink flower on the front completed her outfit. With her almost-flat chest and petite build, Jenny was every inch the big-little girl- truly a twenty-something toddler.
By the time they were out in the garden after breakfast, Jenny was beginning to feel the need to have a BM. She felt very full, which wasn’t surprising because she had been making sure to eat lots of fibre and fruit and so on. The nuns at school had always insisted that this was vital to be ‘regular’ - and Jenny could well remember what big BMs she always had in those days. Big BMs were a nice idea now.
Jonathan sat at the patio table and read - or pretended to read - the Sunday papers while Jenny fidgeted, wandering round the garden, swinging on the swing, picking the odd spring flower, or flipping idly through a magazine. Jonathan watched her carefully, certain that she was feeling the need for a BM and wondering whether she would choose to go to the bathroom like a big girl or to make in her pants like a little one.
Jenny had no doubt. The need to poo was getting quite urgent now, the feeling of fullness and the steady pressure in her bottom building up relentlessly. She wandered off on another tour of the garden, trying to decide whether just to hang on and hang on until she had a real accident in her pants, or whether to push and help things along a bit. She came to the swing, and sat on the plastic seat while she kicked her feet and swung gently too and fro. She thought about Annabel, standing at the end of the table and just pushing a little bit to fill her pants so nice and easily; Jenny wished she could have seen how much poo-poo Annabel had done, and how squishy it was.
Thinking of Annabel just standing there and unconcernedly filling her pants made up Jenny’s mind; she would do the same. She stopped swinging and stood up, with the chains of the swing still in her hands and the swing-seat resting lightly against the seat of her pretty panties wher her short skirt was rucked up. She stood quite still and tried to relax and just let her BM happen. That was hard to do, so, gently at first, then harder, she began to push. Jonathan, over on the patio, had seen her stop swinging and stand up. He watched her carefully from behind his paper, wishing she were a little closer. He was certain he knew what his big-little Pumpkin was about to do in her nice new spotless kitten knickers.
Jenny was concentrating now, her whole consciousness focused on what was happening inside her panties. She felt her neat little bottom-hole open up, a little at first, then stretching wider as she gave a little push and the big, big lump of soothing warm softness began to slide gently out with a soft crackly sound that turned slowly into a long sticky squelch as the poo nestled itself into the soft cotton of her pants. As the emerging poo started to push against the resistance of the panties, Jenny took a deep breath and started to push harder. The end of the first big soft piece of poo was followed by another big chunk, which slipped out much more easily and quickly, pushing the first lump out of the way and bulging out the seat of her pants under her skirt.
Jonathan, watching, was amazed at Jenny’s performance. He saw her standing there, oblivious to everything, just pushing what was obviously a very generous BM out into her pants as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Now Jenny was putting in a little more effort, straining to get the rest of her poo out into her already-full knickers; the swing-seat moved perceptibly as the back of her panties swelled and bulged out to accommodate the final lump of warm toffee-fudge poo.
When she had finished pushing her movement out into her nice new knickers, Jenny just stood there, quite still, as she absorbed the amazing sensations of having such a big mess in her pants. As well as the soft, warm pile pressing against her bottom, she could feel more stickiness on the back of her legs where the first squashy lump had been pushed outwards as she had done more and more of the soft, smelly fudge. However much poo Annabel had done in her pants in the coffee-shop, it was nowhere near as much as this. Jenny was in an almost trancelike state as she stood there, totally relaxed. Suddenly, she felt quite tired and, without thinking, she went up on tiptoes to sit herself down on the swing seat, which was rather high.
“On no!” thought Jonathon to himself as he saw her hop back onto her perch. “Whatever sort of mess will she be in now?”
Jenny almost gave a squeak of surprise as she felt the bulge in the back of her panties squash out suddenly as she sat. The sticky warm softness went everywhere - she could feel it spread upwards on her bottom and down into her crotch and out down her legs, where it squeezed out of the legbands of her panties and escaped onto the swing-seat. Gently, Jenny wiggled her bottom in the warm softness that now enveloped her; she stopped when she felt some of it trying to get forwards towards her pee-pee. That was bad, the big-girl part of her told Little Jenny, so she clenched her legs together to stop it. That made more fudge come out of her panty legbands.
Jenny was in the most awful mess, but she loved the feeling of all the poo in her pants and wanted to enjoy it for a while longer. So she swung for a bit, then went off for another wander around the garden. When she got off the swing, she felt some of the fudgy bits that had escaped from her panties at the legbands slip out out from under her skirt, sliding down the backs of her thighs before falling on the ground with a soft ‘plop’ sound. More of it tried to escape as she walked, waddling a little until the poo settled into her seat again. She remembered that poo coming out at her legs hadn’t happened to Annabel - all her mess had stayed inside her pants. But Annabel had been wearing plastic panties over her trainer pants, so Jenny supposed they would keep everything in.
Jonathan watched Jenny toddle – or more waddle - around the garden, amazed as much at her lack of concern at what she had done as for the incredibly messy state she was in. After a while, he called her over and made her stand and hold her skirt up like Annabel had done, so he could inspect the damage. The bulge in the back of her knickers was less prominent now she had sat in her BM, but it had been replaced by an unmistakable speckled brown stain that showed through the white cotton. But even that paled into insignificance compared to the wide smears of caramel-colored fudge showing at the legbands and the long messy streaks that marked the trails of the pieces of poo that had already escaped from her pants and slid down her legs. And now here she was happily wandering - well, waddling - around the garden as if nothing were wrong or out of the ordinary. Evidently, she wasn’t particularly bothered about the state of her pants.
It was more than half an hour later, after she had swung some more, picked some more flowers and sat on the wall of the patio to flip through a magazine. that Jenny stopped her wandering and stopped in the middle of the lawn with her legs apart. Then, holding her skirt up with one hand and her long fair hair back with the fingers of the other, she stared down at her own crotch as she proceeded to pee her pants as thoroughly as she had filled them. The wet patch springing from between her legs spread quickly across the stained seat of her pants as a healthy stream cascaded down her legs and splashed onto the grass. As the stream died away to drips and spurts, Jenny looked up at Jonathon and smiled sweetly. She waddled over to him in a few awkward steps, still holding her skirt up and with the drips still running down her legs.
“Will you change my pants now, Daddy?” she asked. “I had a pee-pee accident.”
“I think it’s a bit more than a little wet mistake, don’t you missy?” said Jonathan, staring at the state her brand-new pair of panties had got into in such a short time. Past saving, probably.
“I’d say that there was something else you needed to tell me about.”
Jenny’s pretty face clouded for a moment, and she put a finger in her mouth. Then her face cleared and, blue eyes wide open and smiling, she said:
“I did a little poopie, too.”
“Little!” said Jonathan. “If that’s a little poopie, I’d hate to meet a big one.”
And he took her by the hand and led her off to the downstairs shower room, which meant they didn’t have to walk over any carpets. Jonathan was all-too-conscious of the trail of little piles of soft fudge-poo that Jenny had left around the garden. Such a messy little girl!