Posted by Daddy Daniel on March 25, 2007 at 14:26 [84.201.164.32]
In Reply to: Dirty Girls posted by Eric on March 11, 2007 at 04:06
Big-little girls that poo their panties? Oh, I know all about them! I’ve got an adorable toddler (twenty-four going on four) who makes BM-ing her knickers quite an event. Quite a frequent event, as well; she often manages to dirty two pairs of pants a day, and sometimes three! (That’s not counting all the pairs that just get peed in; add those to the total and you’d buy shares in a washing-powder company!)
Muffin is her name; well, her little-girl name. In the boring real world she’s called something else, much more grown-up and ordinary - but it’s Muffin that sucks her thumb so coyly, plays so adorably and treats her underwear so atrociously.
Barely five foot-nothing in her little cotton socks, Muffin has wavy light-brown hair, innocent baby-blue eyes, a pair of ravishing dimples and a smile to die for. Muffin likes most things about being a LG. She loves being dressed in her little-girl things, adores playing with her soft toys, riding her rocking horse or messing about in the sandpit. And most of all, she likes having ‘accidents’ in her pants.
Muffin usually wears big-girl cotton briefs, at least in the daytime. Only if we’re going somewhere where it might matter if she had a wee-wee accident do I put her in trainer-pants. Proper thick cotton or terry-towel ones, not ‘pull-ups’; some of them have a vinyl covering, but otherwise she’ll wear plastic pants over the top.
At night Muffin is a real bedwetter, so to save making those soap-powder magnates even richer I tuck her up in a nice thick terry nappy and plastic pants. And even then I sometimes have to change her in the night to make sure she doesn’t leak onto the sheets!
Because she’s so tiny, it’s been quite easy to find proper LG clothes for Muffin. She has several nice short Ra-ra skirts and childish print T-shirt tops, two little sun-dresses that barely cover her bottom, a pinafore dress and some bib-and-brace overalls, lots of pairs of little cotton shorts and even a check-print schoolgirl uniform. Her tiny feet (size 2 – 3) fit easily into Mary-Jane shoes, plimsolls, children’s sandals, plastic jelly-shoes and canvas deck-shoes (which are good as they soon dry out if they get peed on).
And, of course, Muffin has a great selection of little-girl underwear. She usually wears a plain cotton vest on top, with a bow or pink trim, or with a nice print picture: Peter Rabbit, Miffy, Spot-the-Dog or The Little Mermaid. Muffin never wears a bra – even when she’s not being a little-girl – for the simple reason that she’s got hardly anything to put in it; Muffin’s bosom amounts to little more than two gentle swellings topped by dainty, sleepy-tipped pink puffy nipples. Adorable, but not exactly curvaceous!
Much curvier is her lovely little backside, which is just the right shape to fill out a pair of cotton little-girl briefs. (Sometimes they get extra-filled-out, but more about that in a minute…). Muffin gets through a lot of pairs of pants, so it’s just as well she’s got plenty to choose from: plain white cotton ones, or white ones with pink, blue or yellow trim at the leg- and waistbands, or white ones with a nice nursey design. (Winnie-the-Pooh is her favourite; I wonder why?) She has some pastel-coloured pants, too, pink, pale blue, yellow and light green; any damp patches really show up on those! In spite of being so petite, Muffin has an amazing appetite – which means that she can certainly do a number on a pair of panties!
Being a somewhat unreliable LG, Muffin sometimes has to wear trainer-pants or even a nappy. She doesn’t really like wearing nappies, at least not in the day, but she never minds trainer pants, even the really thick towelling sort. Muffin doesn't mind plastic panties, either; she usually has some on over her briefs if she goes for a nap after lunch, or if she has to play indoors because it’s raining. She prefers the plain soft vinyl see-through sort, either clear or in pretty colours. She has some white ones, too, but no frilly Rhumba pants; she says those are only for babies and she’s *not* a baby…
Well, no. Not many babies could do as much poo as Muffin seems to manage, for a start. Goodness knows where it all comes from in such a small person, but when Muffin messes her pants it usually *is* a mess – soft, sticky, golden-brown fudge completely filling the seat of her cotton briefs and usually straying out at the legbands. And once she’s sat it it – it’s everywhere! There’s no *if* about the sitting, either; once all that golden softness is out in her knickers, Muffin loves nothing better than to squish and squash it all out, wiggling and squirming her bottom in it until there are smears down her legs and a serious stain on the back of her briefs. Oh yes, I know all about little girls who go poo in their pants.
Muffin has certain favourite times and places for having her BMs. Often, it’s in the morning, while she’s playing – probably out in the garden, unless it’s raining or too cold. Squatting in the sandpit is one favourite, a far-away look on her face as the damp patch starts and grows in the crotch of her shorts, fidgetting a bit, sometimes reaching behind herself to pull shorts and panties away from her bottom as she starts to go, usually going a little bit pink and peeing a bit harder as her BM starts to push against the cotton and she has to strain harder to get it out into her knickers. Then there’s the familiar soft, squelchy, crackly sound as the back of her shorts move, pushing out into a low, rounded bulge as the poo settles in her panties. And then it’s off to swing on the swing; where better for a nice squishing session?
Nap time after lunch is another prime time for Muffin’s big jobs to make their way into her underwear; lying on her side, curled up, with her left thumb in her mouth and Mr. Brown the teddy-bear clutched under her right arm, it’s easy to push her number twos out into her knickers; at least the plastic pants she’s wearing over the top of them will make sure none of that warm, sticky fudge escapes onto her bed, the carpet or the sofa. But if she does a wee-wee as well as poo – oh dear! Ordinary cotton undies don’t soak up much wetness, so next thing you know there’s a caramel-coloured puddle inside her plastic pants and a *seriously* messy stain on the back of her knickers. Lots of soap-powder needed!
Sometimes Muffin likes to just stand in the middle of the lawn – or the kitchen, or the playroom, if she’s indoors – and just *go*. She’ll push and strain and grunt and pee like a fountain and go pink in the face and simply fill her knickers as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do it in your pants rather than in the bathroom. Then, when all the tell-tale squelchy sounds have finished and she’s standing there in a puddle and smelling just a little ripe, she’ll put a finger in her mouth and look all coy and say: “I went poo-poo in my pants, Daddy. You’re not cross with me, are you? It just sort of came out…” Little girls! Go wee-wee and poo-poo in their pants? Of course they do!
Daddy Daniel