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Posted by Tim T on July 05, 1998 at 14:00
We seem to be more than a bit short of stories here lately. Here's a little bit about Alice to kick things along.
Alice’s Washing
The long line of washing was blowing briskly in the breeze behind the little cottage below the downs. Alice, lying on her stomach on a rug on the grass, looked with satisfaction at the waving row of white pants - all her own work. Not the washing, but the soiling of them, that was; and that was only two days-worth. There were ten pairs of thick towelling knickers, four pairs of ordinary white cotton knickers, half-a-dozen extra-large-sized terry nappies and six pairs of plastic pants.
Alice liked the thick towelling knickers best. They had pink or blue tape trim around the legs and an elastic waist, but were otherwise just like a nappy with a special double layer of the thick, soft cotton between your legs. The main difference was, they weren’t as baggy and bulky as a pinned-on nappy. This had two advantages - even a reasonably modest bowel movement would fill them up, and you could wear them under ordinary clothes. Alice had a pair on now, under her yellow shorts. There was a gradually-spreading patch of darker yellow on the front and seat of the shorts; she had been dribbling pee gently into the nappy knickers for some time now, and it was starting to soak through and wet her shorts.
That didn’t worry Alice at all. Tim could change her, in due course. She got up from the rug, and wandered around the garden for a while, stopping to sit for a few moments on the swing beneath the big old apple tree. Then she got up again, and walked slowly into the middle of the small lawn, with a pre-occupied look on her pretty face. She stopped, and stood in the middle of the grass with her feet slightly apart, and her look turned to one of intense concentration.
It took Alice some time to fill her pants. It usually did, especially when, as this morning, she found herself needing to pass a pretty substantial and satisfyingly soft bowel motion. There was no need to hurry, and doing it slowly made the most of every big, smooth lump of warm softness as it squeezed out of her with a long, rich, rasping squelching sound, and spread out inside the white towelling. Alice loved the feeling of the soft, sticky warmth sliding out into her pants, each succesive lump pushing its predecessors further out , up behind her or, best of all, sideways down the backs of her legs.
This morning’s movement was a particularly satisfactory one. It was just the right consistency, smooth and soft and sligtly sticky, without being too squidgy. And there was plenty of it; Alice ate all the right things to make sure that there was always plenty of it. Now, she could feel the warm, muddy sensation thick under her bottom and down the tops of her thighs; when she sat in this pants-full, it would probably squeeze out at the legs of her knickers inside her shorts. Alice loved it to do that, and she thought Tim got a buzz from seeing her with the brown smears oozing out from the leg-trim of her knickers.
Alice sat down on the grass, slowly, and with a blissful expression on her pretty face. There were more soft, sticky noises as the brown softness filling her pants spread out and, sure enough, a sudden rim of brown appeared at the legs of her knickers - visible under her shorts - as she leaned back on her hands and wiggled her bottom in her big bowel movement. More washing!

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