After an hour or two the little boy releases a moist smelly fart into me, causing me to blanch in horror as I realize my impending doom, the fart being just a sign of something much nastier on its way. I’m quickly blasted her with another fart followed by a blast of thick creamy shit, and several more farts, reverberating through the phooey mess serving to spread it across my face serving as the inner back of the diaper, and finally an explosion of more creamy mess, utterly filling me to the point that the mess runs all the way up my back and front before leaking out my sides between the boys legs making a mess of his pants. But the worst is how much I love the feel of some little boys phooey mess smearing across my face, finding it the best experience of my life leaving me feeling nice, warm and cosy. Then there is lovely flavourful taste and delicious smell it’s so good causing me to moan in delight at the fudgy caramel like yet impossible to really place spicy creaming burnt flavor. The little boy soon starts to fuss clearly upset by the mess he’s made of me, only surviving to massage the disgustingly enjoyable mess into me and causing me to shudder in revolution at my enjoyment of this disgusting experience that’s going to occur over and over for the rest of eternity.
“Just look at what your done Kyle, now I’m filled with a disgusting load of waste,” I curse Kyle.
“Not like you can complain bitch, given you did the same, to me, and the little bitch just started pumping me fill of nasty farts, she clearly going to give me the same treatment,” He rants back.
“Me not complaint, you started it I just got payback.”
“You just got what you deserve for being such a bitch all the time. But me I never did anything to deserve any of this,” he stops for a moment before saying “Oh yuck the little bitch just dumped a runny load into me, ur. I think I’m absorbing some of it.”
“Serves you right”