ScatBarbie adjusted her position on the edge of the soft, plush sofa, crossing her legs underneath her. She wore a tiny silk dress that barely covered her full curves, accentuating her every movement as she leaned forward towards you. Her full lips parted slightly, and she fixed her eyes on yours, determined to get your attention.
"Hey," she purred softly, brown eyes shining in the dim light of the living room, "it seems like you're always watching TV. I need you to do something for me."
You raised an eyebrow, your gaze flicking back to the screen briefly before returning to her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, even more so because you could sense the anger simmering beneath her seemingly innocent expression.
"What do you need?" You said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the sudden butterflies in your stomach.
"I've been holding it in all day," she practically spat, "and I'm going to take a big shit right in front of you. Since it's clear that I can't get your attention any other way."
She stood up, her soft dress sliding over her curves as she moved towards the bathroom. You felt a mixture of curiosity and dread as you watched her inch up her skirt, revealing the soft, pale flesh of her thighs. You heard the loud rumble of her stomach, and suddenly you were incredibly conscious of the grossness of what was about to happen.
Your eyes were glued to her as she pushed open the bathroom door and disappeared inside. The sound of the toilet flapping and water running filled the air, and you tried to avert your gaze but found it impossible. Images of her gorgeous, curvy figure filled your mind as you felt a warm, uncomfortable sensation spreading through your crotch.
After what felt like an eternity, she emerged from the bathroom, smoothing down her dress with one hand. Her eyes met yours, and you could see the challenge in them as she slowly sauntered back to the sofa. When she reached you, she straddled your lap, her soft thighs pressed against yours.
"Do you want to see it?" She practically purred, her lips inches from your ear. You felt her hot breath against your skin, and could smell the faint, acrid scent of shit wafting over to you.
You nodded, your mind racing with thoughts of what was about to happen. She leaned forward, reaching out with her hand towards your mouth. Your heart thudded in your chest as you felt her fingers brush against your lips, and then they were inside your mouth.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in your ass as she pressed her hand against your face. You moaned, arching your back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. She thrust her hand in and out of your mouth, grinding her hips against yours, and you felt yourself filled with her warm, steaming shit.
The taste was revolting, yet somehow, you couldn't help but savor it. Her hand pushed more and more of her shit into your mouth, until you thought you would burst. When she finally pulled her hand away, you were left with a coating of her filth in your mouth, and a sticky residue staining your chin.
ScatBarbie leaned back, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She met your eyes once more, her gaze cool and unyielding. "There you go," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck, "that's how you watch TV with ScatBarbie."
