It’s Not Dying I’m Talking About, It’s Livin

So the next morning we go get coffee and go back to my place and she’s like “I need to shit. Can I shit? Where do you want me to shit.”

I helped her take off her thong and leggings and slipped her into a pair of my boxer briefs. She said “now?”

And I said “god yes” and put my hand up to her bum, cupping her asshole. I used my finger to touch her asshole and could feel a hard point to her dump that was followed quickly by a huge softball size load, medium in consistency and wildly strong smelling but it turned me on that a strong, athletic woman could stink up a room that well.

We go out in the town in diapers and pee them into each others hands. We have dinner and drinks and eventually head back to the room full of peed diapers and bellies.

This time we have sex with the sloshing of our pissy diapers around our asses.

Finally we sleep and in the morning we both wake up with a big poop waiting. We eat breakfast, drink coffee and both put on a tight pair of leggings/boy shorts.

You can’t hold it anymore so I tell you to push a dump into my hand. You sigh and moan as it stretches out your little asshole and pushes warmly into your boyshorts. The smell is so strong I’m sure it’s going into the lobby but I put my nose right up to it and finger your clit.

You say “your turn daddy”