Posted by writer on August 20, 2000 at 19:42
A few days ago someone put up a request for a sequel to a story about some girls shitting their pants called "All in the family" I remember the story too, but could not find it. So I re-wrote it, taking a few liberties here and there. This is in preparation to write a sequel to it myself. So I apologize to the original writer, I would credit you if I knew who you were. Regard this as a comliment...
Okay, so the way it all started, nineteen year old Charlotte was at home in the bathroom putting on her makeup when her little sister Mandy came home, totally desperate for the toilet. Mandy pounded on the door, but Charlotte would not let her in or be hurried. The result being that poor Mandy ended up not only soaking her tight blue jeans with a hot bladder load of girl pee, she lost control of her bowels as well, depositing a hot steaming soft mess of poop into the seat of her pretty pink cotton panties.
Naturally Michelle, the girls’ mother, was quite upset by this. Not only at the mess in the hallway, and the understandable distress that Mandy now had to deal with, but also at the idea (later borne out) that this accident would be a big setback in getting Mandy’s tenuous control of her bodily functions. For ten years Michelle had put up with Mandy’s near complete lack of toilet training, then she had finally began to punish her for accidents, which had been somewhat effective in curbing them. Not severe beatings, just a mild spanking for wetting her pants, and making her sit down in her mess whenever she pooped in her pants.
Now eighteen, Mandy was back to her old habits. Michelle knew she was too old to spank, but she could make the girl wear her soiled pants for a suitable period of time, and Mandy rarely found herself caught short. Both girls inherited their mother’s good looks; thick shiny blonde hair, slim figures, large breasts, regular cream dream types, all three of them (barely forty years old herself, Michelle still got her fair share of masculine attentions).
Michelle let both girls wonder at their punishments, and she was angered by the fact that Charlotte seemed to accept no blame for her role in Mandy’s latest accident. Her anger at her older daughter was compounded the next day when Mandy came home with her short skirt soaking wet and her panties so full they were hanging below the hemline of her white skirt. It seemed she was upset, not just at her accidents, but at the fact that word of her hallway accident at home had made the rounds at the junior college she now attended. Mandy had transferred from one private school to another all through High School running from her reputation as the school’s wetty-pants girl. Now, after less than a full year in junior college, the story seemed to be repeating itself. Resigned to another long series of accidents and toilet training sessions, Michelle decided drastic actions were called for. So that evening, she slipped some powerful laxatives into Charlotte’s dinner. Watching the girls go to bed that night, Michelle wondered slightly at the wisdom of her plan, but she knew she had to do something dramatic.
Next morning Michelle woke up extra early and sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. She heard Charlotte get up, heard her hasty footsteps down the hall and called out to her. “Oh Charlotte, could you come in here please?” she asked sweetly. She heard her daughter sigh dramatically and walk into the kitchen. She looked at her mother somewhat sleepy eyed, dressed for bed in a short cutoff t-shirt that emphasized her own full breasts and a pair of light gray lycra exercise shorts.
“Hi mom,” she said, rubbing her eyes, dancing back and forth a little.
“Dear, could you go wake your sister up?” asked Michelle. “I’ve got something I’d like both of you to see.”
“Can it wait a second, Mom? I really have to go to the bathroom.”
“You can wait. Go get your sister.”
Charlotte sighed and spun around and walked to Mandy’s room. She pounded on the door and yelled, then opened the door
and stuck her head inside. “Time to get up baby,” she yelled, and Michelle winced at her choice of words. Charlotte came walking back into the kitchen.
“What’s the surprise?” she asked expectantly. She pressed her thighs together. “Oooh, please hurry, I really have to go to the
bathroom!”
“As soon as your sister gets here...” said Michelle as Mandy came walking in wearing her short baby doll nightie, pink cotton briefs showing just beneath the abbreviated hemline.
“’Morning Mommy,” said Mandy, walking over to get a kiss on the cheek.
“Sit down girls, please,” said Michelle. Mandy idly rubbed her crotch through the fabric of her panties, the first warning sign that she too needed to piss imminently. Michelle looked at her beautiful daughters from across the table, and shoved steaming cups of hot coffee at them. “Have some coffee,” she said. Both girls drank up.
“Now, both of you know that Mandy has had a little setback here recently,” began Michelle. “I was lenient on you the past couple days, but starting now the same old rules apply. Spankings for wetting accidents, and spankings plus sitting in it for two hours each time you poop in your pants. Understood?” Mandy looked at the table and nodded her head slowly.
“Yes Mommy,” she said.
“You are eighteen years old” Michelle said. “For God’s sake quit calling me ‘Mommy!’”
“Okay Mom.”
“But I do not hold you entirely accountable for these accidents,” said Michelle, fixing her gaze on Charlotte. “Mandy went for almost a year with no accidents at all,” she said. “And now this. Charlotte, you know your sister, why wouldn’t you let her in the bathroom when she begged and pleaded with you to hurry up?”
“I thought she could hold it! She should have been able to hold it. I could have!”
“But she’s not you, and she never has been. You know she can’t hold it very well. So that first accident is your fault.”
“Mom!” cried Charlotte.
“And even worse, Somehow word got around on campus that your sister has a history of accidental wetting and soiling. How
could that have happened?”
“All someone had to do was walk past the house yesterday,” said Charlotte, “She left a stream of pee and poo dribbles all over the sidewalk.”
“But she didn’t have an accident at school. You spread the rumors about your sister, your own sister. Does that make you feel good, that your sister comes home in tears because you told everyone she had an accident?”
“I just told two people, mom, and they asked why she seemed so sad...”
“That’s no excuse, you told the wrong two people somehow. Now your little sister is like ten years ago. Do you feel good at un-doing ten years of toilet training?”
“Mom,” said Charlotte, squirming in her chair.
“Drink your coffee,” said Michelle. Charlotte gulped the rest of her steaming mug, then stood up.
“Can I go now?” she asked.
“I want you to know how your sister feels,” said Michelle.
“What, do you want me to mess my pants?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want! But I will be fair to you. To both of you. Mandy, your accident yesterday was inexcusable.
Your messed skirt and panties are in a tub in the bathroom. I want you to go in there and hand wash them, scrub them out with a bar of soap until they are like new. No stains, no smells. Understood?”
“Yes Mommy,” said Mandy.
“And Charlotte, you get to watch.”
“Huh?”
“You get to stand in the tub, dressed just as you are, and watch Mandy scrub her panties out. You cannot go to the toilet, you cannot get undressed. If you can hold it until Mandy gets her clothes clean enough to wear, and dried out over the heater, you can use the toilet, but not until then! Now let’s go.”
Michelle marched her girls into the bathroom, and installed Charlotte in the tub , facing the wall.
“I can see your panties through your shorts,” said Michelle. “they look like pretty ones. Are they expensive?”
“YES!” cried Charlotte, “They were expensive! They’re Victoria’s Secret!”
“Charming,” said Michelle, indicating the bucket full of brown water with Mandy’s skirt and panties from yesterday floating within. Mandy picked up the bucket and was about to tip it into the sink when Michelle shook her head and nodded toward the tub. Mandy smiled and walked over and poured the entire bucket into the tub. Charlotte squealed as the cold, dirty water washed around her feet, and Mandy’s soaked, soiled panties and skirt hung up next to her feet. At one point Mandy placed her wet hand over her crotch and looked at her mother.
“I need to pee,” she said.
“You can just hold it, too. It will be good practice. If you wet your panties, I am going to spank you. No, if you wet yourself before Charlotte wets herself, I will spank you. If you can hold it until Charlotte lets go, you can use the toilet.”
“Okay!” said Mandy. She retrieved her soiled skirt and panties from the tub and began running water in the sink. As her panties had only been lightly rinsed after yesterday’s accident, they were still heavily soiled. She scrubbed them with a bar of soap, three times lathering them up and rinsing them, as Charlotte fidgeted more and more.
“Come on, Mom,” said Charlotte, “They must be clean by now!” She had her hands on herself, one grasping her crotch, one at her butt, trying to hold back the two huge loads threatening to expeol themselves into her panties.
“You better hope she gets them clean,” said Michelle. “This afternoon the two of you are going shopping, wearing your
absolute shortest mini-skirts, and guess what you are going to be wearing under your skirt, Charlotte, flashing to anyone who gets half a look? Mandy’s panties.”
Mandy whimpered now, pulled her dripping wet soapy hand from the sink and out it in her own crotch now, soaking her pink
panties to the point that it was hard to tell if she had wet herself or not as soapy water ran down her thighs. Michelle grabbed the hem of Mandy’s short nightdress and lifted it up and pulled out the waistband of her pink panties. She sighed and swatted
Mandy’s bottom as she saw the small soft pile of brown poop just barely soiling the girl’s underwear. “I guess that settles that,”
she said. “Mandy wears the panties she has on now, without washing them!”
Charlotte gave a sort of half twist and crouched slightly as she suddenly placed both hands on her bottom lightly and a wet brown stain appeared through the back of her shorts. Her bowels gave a gurgling lurch, and she completely filled her soft panties with liquid, watery poop. At the same time her bladder let go and flooded her panties with an enormous load of pee.
Mandy looked at her mother. “Can I go now?” she asked.
“Clean your clothes first, dear,” said Michelle. “You’ve got your panties so wet with your hand I can’t tell if you’ve peed or not...”
Mandy spread her legs slightly and let loose a torrent of pee into her panties then, creating a puddle on the floor between her legs. She sniffled, still up to her elbows in suds trying to wash out yesterday’s panties. “You said I could go if I held it as long as Charlotte...”
“Young lady, you just earned a spanking and two more hours in your panties!” Mandy sobbed then and her bowels let go a
larger sticky load, bulging out the seat of her pink briefs.
“Forget it,” said Michelle, turning off the water running in the sink. She threw the wet panties in the sink to Heather standing in the tub as she faced the wall in shame. “Charlotte, rinse these out a little and spread them to dry. Mandy...” She took the girl by the shoulders and turned her around, then lowered the lid on the toilet and sat the girl on it in her soiled panties.
“Charlotte, you can take a shower after two more hours. Then you can dry Mandy’s panties and put them on. Charlotte, you
have two hours sitting in your mess, then you can clean yourself and your panties with dry toilet paper only, and get dressed to go to town. Wearing the panties you have on now.” Mandy and Charlotte both nodded glumly.
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