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"Here!" Liza exclaimed, parking her Prius on a shaded curb.
"Um, these all look like normal houses. Where's the PPC supposed to be?" Gina asked.
"Be patient honey, this is part of the fun." Excited, Liza sprung out of the car and opened the door for her daughter.
"Euugh, good thing there's no one around to see this," said Gina as she stepped gingerly onto the sidewalk. "Oh god, look what I did to the seat..."
"Trust me, this is neither first nor the last 'accident' this car will go through," Liza smiled, running a hand across the hood. "Now let's go- we don't have all day!"
Liza led her waddling daughter by the hand for a block and a half, then stopped.
"243 Maple. Do you own this place?" Gina asked skeptically.
"Yes I do! But we have to go into the backyard."
"EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!" came a voice from across the street. Gina and Liza looked over to see a young girl of perhaps 5 or 6 standing on a porch with her mother. "Mommy, look! She went poopoo!"
"Oh... oh dear," the mother blushed, ushering her squealing daughter through the front door.
"We had better get out of here..." Gina whispered. "If I knew people in this neighborhood then I'd never be able to forgive you."
"Yeah, it's super risky to be poopy outside- we actually don't let people hang around this property if they're messy in plain sight. That can be fun but you have to do it elsewhere because... legal stuff mostly."
"But I get away with it because I'm your daughter?"
Liza grinned. "You march that messy butt into the backyard young lady," she commanded, lightly spanking Gina's cute bubbly rear.
"Eeep! Okay!" Gina pulled her waistband up and waddled toward a wooden gate alongside the small, tan-colored house.
"Mom, what happens in this house?"
"Actually I used to use it for storage. But recently we started working with a new website called 'oohpoopy.com' and it's based inside the house! Notice how you can't see through any of the windows," Liza answered as they walked along the shaded path.
"Ooh. Poopy." Gina giggled, stopping for a moment to wiggle her hips.
"I'm so gross, it's almost like this is a weird dream."
"Just wait until you get inside," Liza teased. "There's a trap door that we sometimes use, but you're already super poopy so we're going to take the shortcut." She opened the door to what looked like a porta-potty, revealing a long flight of green-painted concrete stairs, thankfully well-lit. Gina bounced down the stairs, tossing her shoulder-length brown hair.
"Slow down girl, I still have to let you in!" Liza laughed as she followed. "Oh, you're super ripe by the way," she added as she sniffed Gina's shorts.
"Well I'm not wearing a diaper so you don't get to change me!" Gina announced sassily.
"Already a little poop princess huh? You'll do as I say, and right now I want you to stay poopy for as long as you like." Liza pulled out a set of keys and inserted the purple one into a brown door at the bottom of the stairs. "Welcome to the PPC Gina!" she announced, swinging the door open.
"Damn!" exclaimed Gina, looking around wildly. "There's... there's poop everywhere!"
"Yep! That's why we paint the walls and floor white, so everyone can see where there's poop!" Liza replied. "Even though it's a Friday, it's pretty slow right now because a lot of kids just got out of school."
"I'm so happy you let me take the day off for my birthday," Gina beamed as she hugged her mom tightly.
"You were pretty sick to your stomach, after all," Liza winked. Across the room, a small group of 15ish-year-olds looked their way, and one boy whispered to another. Noticing this, Liza directed her daughter's attention elsewhere.
"We have lots of fun and naughty things to do here. Lots of couches everywhere, they are really popular for some reason." Gina giggled awkwardly upon seeing the couple occupying the nearest couch. "We also have vibrating massage chairs over here," Liza gestured to the wall behind them, "and Booty Booths over there," pointing to the opposite wall. "Don't worry about the Booty Booths for now, they're new and I'll explain them later."
"Um, that's a really, REALLY poopy diaper," Gina pointed out while looking at an adorably chubby girl kissing a taller, skinny boy. "Oh... woah there," she continued, noticing that the girl's hands were plunged into the rear of the boy's poopy briefs.
"Hehe, people play hard here," Liza winked. "Speaking of which..."
"Hey there, you look so cute in those shorts," said one of the boys who had approached from across the room.
"Um... thanks... hehe," Gina looked down and blushed deeply.
"Take it easy on her, it's her 13th birthday and her first day as a Poopy Baby," Liza interjected.
"Mm, I'm poopy," Gina murmured to herself.
"We'll cutie, let me know if you want to play later," the boy grinned. Liza immediately stepped between them and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders.
"Don't you dare try to take advantage of my daughter," she scolded.
"Sheesh, it's a compliment! I just want to have some fun with a hot little poopy lady."
"Have you ever met a Poopy Mommy before?" Liza asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, you're the first one I've seen... except it doesn't seem like you're poopy," the boy replied. "By the way my name is -"
"Shush, don't tell me your name," Liza interrupted sharply. "I don't want to know. But listen to me and you might get to have your fun."
"Oh..." Gina whispered awkwardly, scurrying off quietly to a massage chair.
Liza seated herself in a nearby armchair, "Come be my poopy baby," she said, blowing the boy a kiss.
"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously, walking slowly toward her.
"Yes. Now." Liza grabbed his hand. "Be a good boy and sit on my lap."
The boy nervously straddled Liza's tight jean-clad legs and sat down. "Let's see those underpants," Liza grinned, unbuttoning the front of his jeans.
"Mm ok" he replied quietly, pulling them off to reveal a pair of tight white briefs.
"Ooh baby, look what you did in your undies," Liza teased, cupping the softball-sized bulge of orange-brown poop she found in his briefs.
"I... I poopied," he giggled nervously.
"Yeah you did... you made such a big poopy for mommy!" she announced as she smashed the poopload vigorougly against his bottom, spreading it up and down his crack and causing the mess to flow around his balls to the front.
"Oh Mommy," he whimpered. "Squeeze my poopy bottom..."
"Good poopy boy," Liza whispered, taking a poopy-frosted cheek in each hand and grasping tightly. "Grind it into my hands."
"Yes Mommy, I'll grind my poopy for you. Oh!" The boy nearly jumped as Liza began to stroke his cock through the front of his briefs and reached inside to free it.
"You need this, don't you poopy baby?" Liza looked up at him devilishly, licking her lips and returning her hands to his bottom.
"Yes Mommy, I need it so bad... I need you Mommy!" he wailed, his cock pulsing desperately with every heartbeat.
"Mm, thats what I like to hear." Bending down, Liza squeezed his poop-caked rear tighter as she slowly took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.
"Ah! Mommy! Yes, I'm your nasty poopy baby! Suck me!" the boy moaned.
"Oooh, you're going to be so embarrassed after all your friends see you lose it with me," Liza teased before filling her mouth with cock again.
"Oh god, Mommy... suck me poopy Mommy... I love the way you feel my poopy... Aaahhhh!" he shouted as Liza slid a finger into his ass.
"You love it honey..." Liza purred, gently lifting him off her lap and moving the boy to sit in the chair himself as she knelt in front of him.
"Ohhh aaiiiieeeee," the boy moaned incoherently as she ran her finger over his prostate.
"Baby, I think I'm going to make a mess in my jeans," Liza said matter-of-factly. "Do you want to see your 38-year-old mommy make a biiiiig poopy in her jeans?"
"Y-yes Mommy... oh god yes Mommy... I can't wait... I'm gonna..."
"POOOOOOOP!" Liza moaned, vibrating her mouth around the boy's cock so it sounded more like "PEEEUUUUURRRP!" He could hardly believe how fast the smell hit, as firm poopy packed the seat of Liza's jeans and runny poopy cascaded down her legs.
"OH MOMMY I'M GONNA CUM! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU POOPY MOMMY!!!" he screamed, thrashing in the chair as he shot seemingly endless ropes of cream into her mouth.
"Oh honey," Liza giggled after swallowing expertly. "Now do you still want to fuck my daughter, or would you prefer this booty?" She winked and smacked her perky little ass.
"Um, these all look like normal houses. Where's the PPC supposed to be?" Gina asked.
"Be patient honey, this is part of the fun." Excited, Liza sprung out of the car and opened the door for her daughter.
"Euugh, good thing there's no one around to see this," said Gina as she stepped gingerly onto the sidewalk. "Oh god, look what I did to the seat..."
"Trust me, this is neither first nor the last 'accident' this car will go through," Liza smiled, running a hand across the hood. "Now let's go- we don't have all day!"
Liza led her waddling daughter by the hand for a block and a half, then stopped.
"243 Maple. Do you own this place?" Gina asked skeptically.
"Yes I do! But we have to go into the backyard."
"EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!" came a voice from across the street. Gina and Liza looked over to see a young girl of perhaps 5 or 6 standing on a porch with her mother. "Mommy, look! She went poopoo!"
"Oh... oh dear," the mother blushed, ushering her squealing daughter through the front door.
"We had better get out of here..." Gina whispered. "If I knew people in this neighborhood then I'd never be able to forgive you."
"Yeah, it's super risky to be poopy outside- we actually don't let people hang around this property if they're messy in plain sight. That can be fun but you have to do it elsewhere because... legal stuff mostly."
"But I get away with it because I'm your daughter?"
Liza grinned. "You march that messy butt into the backyard young lady," she commanded, lightly spanking Gina's cute bubbly rear.
"Eeep! Okay!" Gina pulled her waistband up and waddled toward a wooden gate alongside the small, tan-colored house.
"Mom, what happens in this house?"
"Actually I used to use it for storage. But recently we started working with a new website called 'oohpoopy.com' and it's based inside the house! Notice how you can't see through any of the windows," Liza answered as they walked along the shaded path.
"Ooh. Poopy." Gina giggled, stopping for a moment to wiggle her hips.
"I'm so gross, it's almost like this is a weird dream."
"Just wait until you get inside," Liza teased. "There's a trap door that we sometimes use, but you're already super poopy so we're going to take the shortcut." She opened the door to what looked like a porta-potty, revealing a long flight of green-painted concrete stairs, thankfully well-lit. Gina bounced down the stairs, tossing her shoulder-length brown hair.
"Slow down girl, I still have to let you in!" Liza laughed as she followed. "Oh, you're super ripe by the way," she added as she sniffed Gina's shorts.
"Well I'm not wearing a diaper so you don't get to change me!" Gina announced sassily.
"Already a little poop princess huh? You'll do as I say, and right now I want you to stay poopy for as long as you like." Liza pulled out a set of keys and inserted the purple one into a brown door at the bottom of the stairs. "Welcome to the PPC Gina!" she announced, swinging the door open.
"Damn!" exclaimed Gina, looking around wildly. "There's... there's poop everywhere!"
"Yep! That's why we paint the walls and floor white, so everyone can see where there's poop!" Liza replied. "Even though it's a Friday, it's pretty slow right now because a lot of kids just got out of school."
"I'm so happy you let me take the day off for my birthday," Gina beamed as she hugged her mom tightly.
"You were pretty sick to your stomach, after all," Liza winked. Across the room, a small group of 15ish-year-olds looked their way, and one boy whispered to another. Noticing this, Liza directed her daughter's attention elsewhere.
"We have lots of fun and naughty things to do here. Lots of couches everywhere, they are really popular for some reason." Gina giggled awkwardly upon seeing the couple occupying the nearest couch. "We also have vibrating massage chairs over here," Liza gestured to the wall behind them, "and Booty Booths over there," pointing to the opposite wall. "Don't worry about the Booty Booths for now, they're new and I'll explain them later."
"Um, that's a really, REALLY poopy diaper," Gina pointed out while looking at an adorably chubby girl kissing a taller, skinny boy. "Oh... woah there," she continued, noticing that the girl's hands were plunged into the rear of the boy's poopy briefs.
"Hehe, people play hard here," Liza winked. "Speaking of which..."
"Hey there, you look so cute in those shorts," said one of the boys who had approached from across the room.
"Um... thanks... hehe," Gina looked down and blushed deeply.
"Take it easy on her, it's her 13th birthday and her first day as a Poopy Baby," Liza interjected.
"Mm, I'm poopy," Gina murmured to herself.
"We'll cutie, let me know if you want to play later," the boy grinned. Liza immediately stepped between them and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders.
"Don't you dare try to take advantage of my daughter," she scolded.
"Sheesh, it's a compliment! I just want to have some fun with a hot little poopy lady."
"Have you ever met a Poopy Mommy before?" Liza asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, you're the first one I've seen... except it doesn't seem like you're poopy," the boy replied. "By the way my name is -"
"Shush, don't tell me your name," Liza interrupted sharply. "I don't want to know. But listen to me and you might get to have your fun."
"Oh..." Gina whispered awkwardly, scurrying off quietly to a massage chair.
Liza seated herself in a nearby armchair, "Come be my poopy baby," she said, blowing the boy a kiss.
"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously, walking slowly toward her.
"Yes. Now." Liza grabbed his hand. "Be a good boy and sit on my lap."
The boy nervously straddled Liza's tight jean-clad legs and sat down. "Let's see those underpants," Liza grinned, unbuttoning the front of his jeans.
"Mm ok" he replied quietly, pulling them off to reveal a pair of tight white briefs.
"Ooh baby, look what you did in your undies," Liza teased, cupping the softball-sized bulge of orange-brown poop she found in his briefs.
"I... I poopied," he giggled nervously.
"Yeah you did... you made such a big poopy for mommy!" she announced as she smashed the poopload vigorougly against his bottom, spreading it up and down his crack and causing the mess to flow around his balls to the front.
"Oh Mommy," he whimpered. "Squeeze my poopy bottom..."
"Good poopy boy," Liza whispered, taking a poopy-frosted cheek in each hand and grasping tightly. "Grind it into my hands."
"Yes Mommy, I'll grind my poopy for you. Oh!" The boy nearly jumped as Liza began to stroke his cock through the front of his briefs and reached inside to free it.
"You need this, don't you poopy baby?" Liza looked up at him devilishly, licking her lips and returning her hands to his bottom.
"Yes Mommy, I need it so bad... I need you Mommy!" he wailed, his cock pulsing desperately with every heartbeat.
"Mm, thats what I like to hear." Bending down, Liza squeezed his poop-caked rear tighter as she slowly took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.
"Ah! Mommy! Yes, I'm your nasty poopy baby! Suck me!" the boy moaned.
"Oooh, you're going to be so embarrassed after all your friends see you lose it with me," Liza teased before filling her mouth with cock again.
"Oh god, Mommy... suck me poopy Mommy... I love the way you feel my poopy... Aaahhhh!" he shouted as Liza slid a finger into his ass.
"You love it honey..." Liza purred, gently lifting him off her lap and moving the boy to sit in the chair himself as she knelt in front of him.
"Ohhh aaiiiieeeee," the boy moaned incoherently as she ran her finger over his prostate.
"Baby, I think I'm going to make a mess in my jeans," Liza said matter-of-factly. "Do you want to see your 38-year-old mommy make a biiiiig poopy in her jeans?"
"Y-yes Mommy... oh god yes Mommy... I can't wait... I'm gonna..."
"POOOOOOOP!" Liza moaned, vibrating her mouth around the boy's cock so it sounded more like "PEEEUUUUURRRP!" He could hardly believe how fast the smell hit, as firm poopy packed the seat of Liza's jeans and runny poopy cascaded down her legs.
"OH MOMMY I'M GONNA CUM! I'M CUMMING FOR YOU POOPY MOMMY!!!" he screamed, thrashing in the chair as he shot seemingly endless ropes of cream into her mouth.
"Oh honey," Liza giggled after swallowing expertly. "Now do you still want to fuck my daughter, or would you prefer this booty?" She winked and smacked her perky little ass.
Maybe get Liza in diapers and have her mess? Or her daughter in diapers? Love where this is going!
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