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"Mom, I need to go to the bathroom," Gina announced, fidgeting impatiently in the passenger seat of Liza's car.
"Well that's nice," Liza laughed. "Will you survive?"
"Ugh, can you not laugh at me on my birthday?" Gina made a face, holding her stomach.
Liza stifled a giggle as traffic on the highway ground to a near-halt.
"Why did you eat two whole burritos for lunch anyway?"
"Now that I'm 13 I really want to get a nice round butt like Kelsey's! I've been jealous for like, ever," Gina replied. "Oh my god I need a bathroom right now though."
"I wouldn't worry babe, you'll look just like your sister in a year or two," Liza reassured. "You know, there's always a pullup in the glove compart-"
"EW NO!" Gina interrupted angrily. "I'm so sick of you and Kelsey pooping in your fucking pants and making such a big deal about it all the time. And I know you like her better for it too. Why do I have to be the only normal one in this family? Ugh!" Gina lay back exasperatedly on the car seat, clutching her gurgling stomach.
"Language!" Liza blushed ever so slightly. "Gina, I love you and nothing will ever change that. Kelsey and I are big girls and what we do for fun is our own private business. You're a big girl too and can do whatever makes you happy."
"Getting to a fucking bathroom makes me happy!" Gina growled. "We're barely moving... can we just stop on the side of the road so I can go behind the car?"
Liza signaled to the right and began to inch toward the next lane, drawing honks from a few nearby cars. "I'll try, but you'll have to be prepared to hold it if I can't get over."
"Ouch. It's getting worse, hurry!" Gina complained, tugging up on the waistband of her tight tan shorts to give herself a preventative wedgie.
"Shit," Liza exclaimed as a car aggressively pulled up into the open spot in the next lane. "That lady just gave me the finger, I don't think we're getting over any time soon."
"MOM! I need to go!" Gina yelled, rocking back and forth in her seat as sweat ran down the side of her cute face.
"I'm sorry Gina, last chance for the pullup..." Liza coaxed.
"IT HURTS!"
"It's ok Gina, hang in there," Liza said, gently rubbing her daughter's shoulder.
"Mommy... help..." Gina whimpered, shivering. "Oh... oh no," she whispered almost inaudibly. Liza could hardly believe her eyes and fought to keep them on the road as Gina used her arms to push herself off the car seat.
"UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH HH!!!!"
Gina groaned as her face turned bright red. "IIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMM POOOOOOOOOPINNNNG!"
*pffthb* *pfffffttttthbb* *pffffttthhhhhbbbbBBBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRP*
Mushy, firey-hot poop filled the seat of Gina's shorts almost instantly and continued to flow effortlessly out of her exhausted body. "UUUURRRRRGHHHHH!" she continued as the rear of her shorts expanded to the shape of a half-volleyball. The sharp, earthy smell quickly permeated every inch of the car's interior.
"It's ok Gina, just relax" Liza gently rubbed her back. The dark brown of Gina's load quickly soaked through the material of her shorts, hinting at the beautiful nastiness inside.
*pfftthhhhbbb* *pffthbb* The flow of dark brown poop subsided, leaving no sound except Gina's wild hyperventilating.
"Feel better babe?" Liza asked. Gina continued to hyperventilate.
"You're still my big girl..." she added, wincing at her own cliché.
"I...um....wa...wa...WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !" Gina stuttered as she burst into tears. "I POOPED IN MY PANTS MOMMY!"
"Let it all out honey"
Gina's arms gave out under her and she plopped down on the car seat with a *gurgle*, forcing her poop to edge out the waistband and push against the leg holes of her shorts. "UGH! I POOPED IN MY PANTS ON MY BIG GIRL BIRTHDAY AND NOW I'M SITTING IN MY ACCIDENT AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.... WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Ok Gina, stop being a drama queen," Liza laughed as traffic began to lighten. "You pooped. You're poopy. Time to move on with life."
"I can't believe you made me fucking POOPY!" Gina yelled, burying her face in her hands. "You did this to me!"
"It's ok. You had an accident. Accidents happen and I'll always be here to help you clean up."
"Stop lying, I know you just want me to poop my pants so you can use me to replace Kelsey. I saw you two making out in your poopy pants and I know you can't do it anymore now that she has a girlfriend!" Gina raged.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry I never explained that to you. You're right, it only happened a few times but it was never actually ok. We both just... need to kiss sometimes and should probably learn how to deal with that on our own."
"So what, are you going to try to make me your new little poop girl?" Gina crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"No Gina, I'm not. Kelsey is my daughter, not my poop girl, and the same goes for you. Now take a deep breath and calm down, we'll be home in a few minutes now."
"Ugh... it's so yucky... wow..." Gina whined as she shifted her weight around in her loaded shorts. "Ew it's getting on my legs too! OH!" she gasped as her messy mud flowed into the front of her shorts.
"Are you ok?" Liza asked.
"I... um... this is weird," Gina blushed. Liza nodded and smiled knowingly.
"Go ahead and be weird, I won't tell. You're the birthday girl after all!"
"Ohhhhhhh," Gina said as she slowly ground her loaded bottom into the seat, back to front. "Oh wow. Ugh. Mm. Oh. OOH!"
"You're poopy, Gina!" Liza teased. "You're so poopy!"
"Oooooh, yeah I'm poopy, I'm poopy, I'm poopy..." Gina whispered aggressively as she humped her pooped-up little body into the seat. "I'm a bad poopy girl... yeah... oh... oooh... ohmigod... yeah... mm-MY PUSSY!!!! OOOOOHHHH!"
Liza waited for the adorable little lady to catch her breath before responding, "looks like somebody already knows how to play!"
Gina sat speechless, clutching the front of her trashed, swampy shorts. "I... wow..."
"I love you Gina," Liza reminded.
"I love you too Mom," Gina giggled. "Wait, where are we going? We passed the exit for home."
"Well baby, it's your 13th birthday and you just made the mother of all loads in your shorts. So... change of plans. Are you ready to be a Poopy Baby?"
"I think I already am!" Gina blushed, only half ashamed.
"Well that's nice," Liza laughed. "Will you survive?"
"Ugh, can you not laugh at me on my birthday?" Gina made a face, holding her stomach.
Liza stifled a giggle as traffic on the highway ground to a near-halt.
"Why did you eat two whole burritos for lunch anyway?"
"Now that I'm 13 I really want to get a nice round butt like Kelsey's! I've been jealous for like, ever," Gina replied. "Oh my god I need a bathroom right now though."
"I wouldn't worry babe, you'll look just like your sister in a year or two," Liza reassured. "You know, there's always a pullup in the glove compart-"
"EW NO!" Gina interrupted angrily. "I'm so sick of you and Kelsey pooping in your fucking pants and making such a big deal about it all the time. And I know you like her better for it too. Why do I have to be the only normal one in this family? Ugh!" Gina lay back exasperatedly on the car seat, clutching her gurgling stomach.
"Language!" Liza blushed ever so slightly. "Gina, I love you and nothing will ever change that. Kelsey and I are big girls and what we do for fun is our own private business. You're a big girl too and can do whatever makes you happy."
"Getting to a fucking bathroom makes me happy!" Gina growled. "We're barely moving... can we just stop on the side of the road so I can go behind the car?"
Liza signaled to the right and began to inch toward the next lane, drawing honks from a few nearby cars. "I'll try, but you'll have to be prepared to hold it if I can't get over."
"Ouch. It's getting worse, hurry!" Gina complained, tugging up on the waistband of her tight tan shorts to give herself a preventative wedgie.
"Shit," Liza exclaimed as a car aggressively pulled up into the open spot in the next lane. "That lady just gave me the finger, I don't think we're getting over any time soon."
"MOM! I need to go!" Gina yelled, rocking back and forth in her seat as sweat ran down the side of her cute face.
"I'm sorry Gina, last chance for the pullup..." Liza coaxed.
"IT HURTS!"
"It's ok Gina, hang in there," Liza said, gently rubbing her daughter's shoulder.
"Mommy... help..." Gina whimpered, shivering. "Oh... oh no," she whispered almost inaudibly. Liza could hardly believe her eyes and fought to keep them on the road as Gina used her arms to push herself off the car seat.
"UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH HH!!!!"
Gina groaned as her face turned bright red. "IIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMM POOOOOOOOOPINNNNG!"
*pffthb* *pfffffttttthbb* *pffffttthhhhhbbbbBBBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRP*
Mushy, firey-hot poop filled the seat of Gina's shorts almost instantly and continued to flow effortlessly out of her exhausted body. "UUUURRRRRGHHHHH!" she continued as the rear of her shorts expanded to the shape of a half-volleyball. The sharp, earthy smell quickly permeated every inch of the car's interior.
"It's ok Gina, just relax" Liza gently rubbed her back. The dark brown of Gina's load quickly soaked through the material of her shorts, hinting at the beautiful nastiness inside.
*pfftthhhhbbb* *pffthbb* The flow of dark brown poop subsided, leaving no sound except Gina's wild hyperventilating.
"Feel better babe?" Liza asked. Gina continued to hyperventilate.
"You're still my big girl..." she added, wincing at her own cliché.
"I...um....wa...wa...WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !" Gina stuttered as she burst into tears. "I POOPED IN MY PANTS MOMMY!"
"Let it all out honey"
Gina's arms gave out under her and she plopped down on the car seat with a *gurgle*, forcing her poop to edge out the waistband and push against the leg holes of her shorts. "UGH! I POOPED IN MY PANTS ON MY BIG GIRL BIRTHDAY AND NOW I'M SITTING IN MY ACCIDENT AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.... WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Ok Gina, stop being a drama queen," Liza laughed as traffic began to lighten. "You pooped. You're poopy. Time to move on with life."
"I can't believe you made me fucking POOPY!" Gina yelled, burying her face in her hands. "You did this to me!"
"It's ok. You had an accident. Accidents happen and I'll always be here to help you clean up."
"Stop lying, I know you just want me to poop my pants so you can use me to replace Kelsey. I saw you two making out in your poopy pants and I know you can't do it anymore now that she has a girlfriend!" Gina raged.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry I never explained that to you. You're right, it only happened a few times but it was never actually ok. We both just... need to kiss sometimes and should probably learn how to deal with that on our own."
"So what, are you going to try to make me your new little poop girl?" Gina crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"No Gina, I'm not. Kelsey is my daughter, not my poop girl, and the same goes for you. Now take a deep breath and calm down, we'll be home in a few minutes now."
"Ugh... it's so yucky... wow..." Gina whined as she shifted her weight around in her loaded shorts. "Ew it's getting on my legs too! OH!" she gasped as her messy mud flowed into the front of her shorts.
"Are you ok?" Liza asked.
"I... um... this is weird," Gina blushed. Liza nodded and smiled knowingly.
"Go ahead and be weird, I won't tell. You're the birthday girl after all!"
"Ohhhhhhh," Gina said as she slowly ground her loaded bottom into the seat, back to front. "Oh wow. Ugh. Mm. Oh. OOH!"
"You're poopy, Gina!" Liza teased. "You're so poopy!"
"Oooooh, yeah I'm poopy, I'm poopy, I'm poopy..." Gina whispered aggressively as she humped her pooped-up little body into the seat. "I'm a bad poopy girl... yeah... oh... oooh... ohmigod... yeah... mm-MY PUSSY!!!! OOOOOHHHH!"
Liza waited for the adorable little lady to catch her breath before responding, "looks like somebody already knows how to play!"
Gina sat speechless, clutching the front of her trashed, swampy shorts. "I... wow..."
"I love you Gina," Liza reminded.
"I love you too Mom," Gina giggled. "Wait, where are we going? We passed the exit for home."
"Well baby, it's your 13th birthday and you just made the mother of all loads in your shorts. So... change of plans. Are you ready to be a Poopy Baby?"
"I think I already am!" Gina blushed, only half ashamed.
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