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 Jasmine's memories

   Jasmine slowly turning over in bed, out stretching her arm and hitting
the snooze button on her alarm.  She was tired and didn't feel like getting
up yet.  She lied there in a sleepy daze while her hand moved southward. 
She felt the string of her panties, which was weird since she always slept
in the nude.  She then felt her panty-clad butt expecting to feel her
normal small firm ass but instead felt something completely different.  She
suddenly remembered why she still had on her panties.  She had had an
"accident" last night in her panties but was too tired when she came home
to clean up.  She closed her eyes trying to remember what happened last
night when her friends and her went out dancing.  Then she recalled the
events of the night before as she was whisked into a light slumber.  The
"gang" went out to celebrate Jenny's 24th birthday.  They had arranged a
special table and all and were drinking the rivers dry.  Susan then
mentioned that she needed to pee and asked where the bathroom was.  Jasmine
pointed into the corner and said, "They should be just around that corner."
Susan briskly walked with an aura of importance like she always had.  A
minute later she came back saying it was a lost cause there was over a
dozen girls in line for 2 stalls since the one was broke.  "What are you
going to do?" and the usually shy Theresa.  "What can I do?  I'm going to
have to hold on to I can get to a toilet." This lasted for about 10 minutes
when Jessica heard a strange, almost hissing, sound coming from the woman
next to her, Susan.  "Please don't say anything I just couldn't hold it."
Susan whispered.  Jessica ignored her pleading and loudly enough so
everyone heard asked "How are you going to get out of the club with wet
pants?" Now all attention was on Susan but then Jasmine piped up "If there
is no way of going to the bathroom properly before the end of the world I
say we all follow Susan's example." With that Jasmine got red in the face
and grunted.  She hadn't been to the toilet in 2 days and knew this was
going to be a load.  She kept pushing ad pushing.  Finally it was all out
of her and in to her panties.  Afterwards she sat down then stood back up
and turned around.  It was dry so it wouldn't seep through but asked how
big the bulge was.  Everyone agreed it was easily noticeable and that
everyone would know she pooped her panties but Jasmine didn't care she felt
kind or a surge from that knowledge.  With that they all got up and hot the
dance floor, each of them wetting there pants and everyone but Theresa
pooping their pants by the end of the night.  Normally this would seem
amazing and would make a person ashamed but not Jasmine.  She has been
pooping her pants since she was about 9 years old.  Jasmine, triggered by
the previous dream sequence, was thrusted into a memory of the day when she
discovered her mother's secret and the pleasures of panty pooping.  It
started just as any other Friday since her father had died the previous
year; she quickly came home changed and got ready to go out with her
friends.  Her mother would take her as soon as she got home from work and
Jasmine had to be ready.  She was getting her clothes together but noticed
she was out of panties.  She went to the Laundry room to find a pair.  She
walked in and to her astonishment there was a pair of her mother's panties
on top of the pile, which wouldn't be that weird except in the seat of them
was a large turd.  She picked up the panties and figured she would confront
her mother tonight about why they were soiled since she would normally be
yelled at for pooping her panties.  Just as she was about to put them aside
she noticed the dried yellow circle in the crotch meaning her mother had
also pissed her self.  Jasmine then continues looking finding more and more
of her mother's panties in the same condition.  Finally she found a pair of
her own and got dressed.  She called her friends saying that she had to
talk to her mother and would probably be late. The bell went off at 6:00PM
just as her mother walked in the door.  "Ready to go, hon?" asked her
mother.  "One second I have a question for you." "And what is that
question?" "What are these?" Jasmine said raising the first pair of
underwear she found still with the piece of poop in it.  "Her mother sat
down on the couch, "Well honey ever since your died dad I have had to be
twice as busy, as a result I no longer have time to sit on the toilet for
twenty minutes every day so I figured the logical thing to do would be to
stop sitting on the toilet." Jasmine was shocked that her mother was so
open about this as if it was common practice.  "I now just push when I have
a second to spare and load my panties.  I hope you didn't find out because
of my smell did you?" Truth be told Jasmine had never noticed her mother
had a odor.  "No mother I didn't I was just looking in the Laundry for a
pain of panties because I ran out.  These were on top." "I'll tell you what
since you are becoming more and more busy I will let you poop your panties
too but it must stay in the house, no telling friends and all Ok?" Jasmine
agreed more out of curiosity then anything else.  Her mother then drove her
to her Friends house but on the way Jasmine pushed a 3" by 4" turn into her
panties and there it stayed all night till she came home.  Jasmine was then
awoke by the buzzing of her alarm.  She cleaned up and left for work but
not before a little playing.
   Rachel