Emily feels the impact of Oliver’s wipe landing on top of hers and grins in delight at the knowledge that she will soon be playing in the phooey mess with her boyfriend.
Emily and Oliver continue to work their way out of the wipes until after what seems like hours of effort but was, in fact, less than a minute, they both manage to free themselves, rolling out into the sticky phooey mess of the diaper, and utterly indistinguishable from the rest of the phooey mess, they manage to roll into each other, Emily eagerly embraces Oliver giving him a very phooey kiss, which he eagerly returns resigned to having a phooey mouth for the time being. Then, finally, they look up to see the little girls slightly phooey bottom hovering over them, held in the air by her mother’s hand around her legs, the other hand reaching off to the side to grab another wipe and finish cleaning the messy little girl’s bottom.
“Well, are you going to have some fun with me?” Emily asks Oliver the explicit suggestion of sex in her voice which he responds to by thrusting his hard erection into her pussy hard and fast.
He grins in response, rolling on top of her, causing her to sink deeper into the phooey mess of the diaper as he thrust his throbbing cock into her eager pussy. As he thrusts into her, taking two handfuls of the phooey mess to either side, he begins to massage it over her breast, causing her to squirm and moan in excitement. Then, as Oliver leans in to give her another kiss, she surprises him by pressing her own handful of phooey mess into his face, temporarily blinding him before pulling his poo-covered mouth down to mean her wide open, eagerly awaiting mouth and pressing her poo-covered tongue between his lips for another phooey kiss, drawing a groan from him, which quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as their tongues fence between their mouths.
Feeling the softer impact of a third wipe falling on top of him, Oliver pauses in his thrusting and pulls back from Emily, wiping his eyes clean in an attempt to see what happened, only to find a muted glow surrounding them.
Emily giggles happily, “don’t worry, it’s just another wipe; we’ll be all sealed up soon.” Moments later, they feel the jolt of their world shifting, followed by a shadow blocking out the light. A pressure pins Oliver down against Emily’s chest, the phooey mess pressing in around them as the messy diaper is folded in half. Finally, the dirty girl lowered to rest atop it as her mother finishes cleaning her up with several more wipes. Emily squirms under Oliver, happily licking poo from his face, “keep fucking me, Oliver. I want you to fill me up.”
With a sigh, Oliver rolls his hips, causing his engorged cock to rub against her channel; unable to thrush with the pressure pinning him in place, finding the pressure pinning him in place unexpectedly arousing, he quickly explodes, pumping into Emily’s pussy as she explodes in response eagerly milking his cock. After coming back down from the orgasmic high, Oliver asks softly, “you’re really not at all bothered by what’s happening at all, are you, Emily?”
“No, of course not, this is wonderful. We both like playing with phooey diapers, but now we’re completely encased in one, going to be a diaper, trash, thrown out in a bin full of dirty diapers from all different babies, all massive compared to use this is pretty much perfect.” She giggles in response.