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   Srory: Jessie Makes 'Tinkle' In Her Pant   
   23 May 06 12:38:02   
   
   From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Srory: Jessie Makes 'Tinkle' In Her Panties   
      
   Keywords: Fg, b+g, panty wetting, desperation, peeing, pee, ws,   
   embarassment   
   Summary: Little Jessie has a shameful accident in her panties during   
   preschool recess.   
      
      
   Copyright (c) 2006, H. Grant. All Rights Reserved.   
      
      
   COMMENTS: Warning!  This story contains themes involving urination and   
   underage activity with children.  If this kind of story offends you, DO   
   NOT proceed to read any further.   
      
   STORY INTRO: Little Jessie has a shameful accident in her panties   
   during preschool recess.   
      
   STORY CODES: Fg,b+g,panty wetting,desperation,peeing,ws,embarassment   
      
      
      
   Jessie Makes 'Tinkle' In Her Panties   
      
   by H. Grant   
      
      
   	The Gallant preschool was buzzing with activity.  It was Thursday   
   afternoon and the kiddies were getting anxious to go outside for   
   recess.  Mrs. Kimble watched as the children ran around the room   
   playing with their story books, blocks, and crayons.  The kids ranged   
   from three to five years of age and were very rambunctious today.   
      
   	Perhaps it was the morning snack she had given the little tykes. Sugar   
   laden cookies with sweet orange juice.  It had to be the sugar.  The   
   school guidance counselor had warned her against sweet snacks, but the   
   kiddies had begged for cookies today and so Mrs. Kimble had given in.   
   Now they were jumping off the walls with hyper activity.  So much for   
   nap time.  These kids needed to run around outside like never before.   
      
   	"OK kids.  Line up.  It's time to go outside and play."  Mrs. Kimble   
   shouted over the din of laughing and giggling children.   
      
   	The kids heard her the first time and scrambled to get in line to go   
   outside.  A friendly little red head named Jessie pulled on Mrs.   
   Kimble's arm.   
      
   	"Mrs. Kimble.  Can I go to the potty?  I have to make wee wee!"  she   
   explained in the sweetest baby girl voice.   
      
   	Mrs. Kimble stared down lovingly at the little four year old.  She   
   looked like a clone of Annie with her shiny red locks of hair and   
   pretty little frilly dress with snow white stockings and black saddle   
   shoes.  Her dress looked so adorable with pretty pink daisies and   
   butterflies on it.   
      
   	Mrs. Kimble felt terrible inside.  She was the only teacher in the   
   class that day as her aid had gone home sick.  She couldn't let Jessie   
   go to the bathroom without supervision and still watch over the kids.   
      
   	"I'm sorry my little cherub, you're going to have to hold it in until   
   we come back inside.  I have to watch over the kids.  You'll just have   
   to make do."  She explained to the small child.   
      
   	Little Jessie fidgeted with her tiny crotch - pressing her little   
   school dress against her baby doll panties underneath with her soft and   
   adorable little fingers.  She really needed to make wetsy really bad.   
   Even her little Barbie Doll panties got a faint whiff of salty "kiddie   
   excretions" from her childish honey cunt. Little Ken and Barbie smiled   
   at one another on the crest of her panties as they anticipated the   
   special feel of little wet tinkle squirts and warm yellow "splishy   
   splashes" that would soon trickle out of her puffy lil' cunny and into   
   her cute little cotton panties!   
      
   	Jessie was such an adorable and sweet little girl.  She had just   
   graduated out of training pants and had stopped making wee wee and poo   
   poo in her panties for several months.  Her mommy and daddy had been so   
   proud of her.  They showered her with lots of candy and toys when they   
   saw her making use of the potty on a permanent basis.   
      
   	Jessie dutifully fell in line with the rest of the children as Mrs.   
   Kimble led them outside the classroom, down the hall, and out to the   
   playground with little swing sets, sliding boards and sand boxes.   
      
   	Little Jessie tried to ignore her urge to make potty.  She wanted to   
   have fun and play on the swings.  She saw little Tommy on one of the   
   swings and decided to sit next to him on the other swing.  Little   
   Jessie liked little Tommy a lot.  He was so cute and she wanted to play   
   with him all the time.  Little Tommy had lots of friends and Jessie   
   wanted to be one of them.  Tommy was never mean to her, but he didn't   
   like being around her for some reason.  He was a year older than her   
   and almost ready for kindergarten.   
      
   	Baby Jessie fidgeted on the swing next to Tommy and looked over at   
   him.  He glanced briefly at her and continued swinging on his swing.   
   He had learned to pump his legs in the air and build momentum.  This   
   was something little Jessie hadn't learned yet.  She was envious of   
   little Tommy and how smart he was.  She wished she could be that smart.   
      
   	Suddenly, another urge to make pee pee came over little Jessie as she   
   sat next to Tommy.  This wave was much stronger than the last one.  The   
   little cunt didn't have time to run away and hide from Tommy, she had   
   to go right now!   
      
   	Little Jessie tried to hold her baby legs together, but it was no use.   
     The strong surge of urine in her tiny bladder forced her to spread her   
   legs and let loose.   
      
   	Without warning, a big gush of Jessie's piddle surged into her little   
   cotton panties and splashed against Ken and Barbie.  More baby tinkles   
   and kiddie squirts sprayed out beneath her frilly dress and into her   
   Barbie Doll undies.   
      
   	Zzzsssst.  Zsssssssssssss...ssss.ssssssssssstttt!!!   
      
   	Now there was pee pee all inside her panties!!!   
      
   	Jessie felt so ashamed.  She was all moist, wet, and itchy in her   
   underpants!  Her precious white cotton panties had turned all moist and   
   yellow with wee wee stains!   
      
   	Poor little girl.  All wet, moist, and smelly down there.  What would   
   little Tommy think of her now?   
      
   	Baby Jessie got up from the swings to get away from Tommy before he   
   discovered what a stinky little pee pee girl she was.  This was a big   
   mistake, because no sooner had she gotten off the swing then some of   
   the piddle leaked out of her panties and onto the cement below -   
   clearly visible to Tommy!   
      
   	Little Jessie has made potty and tinkle so badly in her panties that   
   the soft cotton material couldn't handle the load of wetsy puddles!   
   Little drops of kiddie tinkle leaked out and ran down her baby white   
   stockings, onto her black saddle shoes, and onto the playground.   
      
   	Little Tommy noticed immediately.  He looked down at the tiny puddle   
   forming beneath the little red head and then gazed up her frilly dress.   
     Little Jessie had peed her panties!   
      
   	Little Tommy began to laugh out loud and called his friends over.   
      
   	"Look everybody...Jessie peed her pants!"   
      
   	** laughter and giggling from the other boys **   
      
   	Even some of the other girls noticed too.  They bowed their heads in   
   shame and blushed.  Little Jessie hadn't learned to use the potty yet.   
   She was still making pee pee in her panties.   
      
   	Jessie's cheeks began to blush crimson and she bowed her head in   
   shame.  She had just make wee wee in front of all the boys.  Then she   
      
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