Posted by Lucy Peters on MarchPosted by Lucy Peters on March 31, 1998 at 15:20
It’s almost impossible to write down the sound made by a big, sticky, soft-but-not-too-soft BM as it eases nice and slowly out into a fresh, clean pair of knickers. My knickers. White cotton briefs, thick and fleecy, with a little pattern of pink and blue flowers on them. I stand in front of the long mirror in our bathroom and hold up my skirt so’s I can see the back of my pants move as the big, soft lumps ease out of me, making a lumpy bulge in the seat of my pretty knickers that keeps slowly growing. Gradually, I increase the effort as I push out the last few bits, spurting hot pee into the double gusset of my pants. I feel the drips running down the inside of my thighs. Wonderful!
When I’ve finished, I stand there for a minute, skirt up, and admire the finished result, the bumps and dimples in the cotton that give away my secret, and the damp stain across the front of my knickers. Then, still keeping in view of my mirror, and still wih my short red tartan kilt held high, I hook a foot round the bathroom stool, and pull it towards me.
If actually doing a poo in my knickers is the thing I love best, sitting in it afterwards comes a close second. The feeling as the warm softness spreads out inside my pants as I slowly let my weight come onto it is just wonderful, especially if the poo is just the right sort, like this lot is - soft enough to squash out and move, not soft enough to be runny and slippery so that it all escapes from your pants and stains everything in sight.
As I sit, wriggling my bottom slightly in the firm, sticky squashiness, enjoying the soft, sticky noises that my pants make, I lift my leg slightly so I can see down the back of my thigh - and am rewarded by the sight of soft brown poo squeezing out of the leg-band of my knickers. I love that - it’s a great visual turn-on too see the BM trying to get out of my pants when I sit in it.
I get up, and wander round the house, feeling the soft, squashy warmth move and settle in my knickers. Gradually, it eases away from my bottom, until most of it lies in the sagging seat of my pants. Time to go and sit in it again! Eventually, I feel the need to pee getting stronger, so I go outside into the garden, squat in the middle of the lawn, and let go in my knickers. Now my pants are soaked, and the load in my seat is softened by the hot gush of pee. I sit down again, feeling the mess spread further and start to escape at my legs in earnest.
Walking carefully, trying to make sure I don’t loose anything out from under my skirt, I go back indoors, up to that convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom, and hoist my skirt up for a last look. Oh dear! There is a broad brown stain showing through the seat of my pants, and thick brown smears down the backs of both my thighs where poo has escaped. Time to clean-up and do the laundry before my folks get home! Then I’ll have a happy memory - ‘til the next time!
Replies : 31, 1998 at 15:20
It’s almost impossible to write down the sound made by a big, sticky, soft-but-not-too-soft BM as it eases nice and slowly out into a fresh, clean pair of knickers. My knickers. White cotton briefs, thick and fleecy, with a little pattern of pink and blue flowers on them. I stand in front of the long mirror in our bathroom and hold up my skirt so’s I can see the back of my pants move as the big, soft lumps ease out of me, making a lumpy bulge in the seat of my pretty knickers that keeps slowly growing. Gradually, I increase the effort as I push out the last few bits, spurting hot pee into the double gusset of my pants. I feel the drips running down the inside of my thighs. Wonderful!
When I’ve finished, I stand there for a minute, skirt up, and admire the finished result, the bumps and dimples in the cotton that give away my secret, and the damp stain across the front of my knickers. Then, still keeping in view of my mirror, and still wih my short red tartan kilt held high, I hook a foot round the bathroom stool, and pull it towards me.
If actually doing a poo in my knickers is the thing I love best, sitting in it afterwards comes a close second. The feeling as the warm softness spreads out inside my pants as I slowly let my weight come onto it is just wonderful, especially if the poo is just the right sort, like this lot is - soft enough to squash out and move, not soft enough to be runny and slippery so that it all escapes from your pants and stains everything in sight.
As I sit, wriggling my bottom slightly in the firm, sticky squashiness, enjoying the soft, sticky noises that my pants make, I lift my leg slightly so I can see down the back of my thigh - and am rewarded by the sight of soft brown poo squeezing out of the leg-band of my knickers. I love that - it’s a great visual turn-on too see the BM trying to get out of my pants when I sit in it.
I get up, and wander round the house, feeling the soft, squashy warmth move and settle in my knickers. Gradually, it eases away from my bottom, until most of it lies in the sagging seat of my pants. Time to go and sit in it again! Eventually, I feel the need to pee getting stronger, so I go outside into the garden, squat in the middle of the lawn, and let go in my knickers. Now my pants are soaked, and the load in my seat is softened by the hot gush of pee. I sit down again, feeling the mess spread further and start to escape at my legs in earnest.
Walking carefully, trying to make sure I don’t loose anything out from under my skirt, I go back indoors, up to that convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom, and hoist my skirt up for a last look. Oh dear! There is a broad brown stain showing through the seat of my pants, and thick brown smears down the backs of both my thighs where poo has escaped. Time to clean-up and do the laundry before my folks get home! Then I’ll have a happy memory - ‘til the next time!
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