As ScatBarbie laid there on her messy bathroom floor, her round and voluptuous body facing us as she moaned in discomfort, it was clear that she had endured quite an overnight ordeal. Her normally pristine face contorted into a twisted mix of pleasure and pain, her scrunched-up nose slowly easing to reveal her tightly clenched ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, goddamn..." she groaned, clenching her fists against the ceramic tile as another wave of pain rippled through her sore, puffy anus. She let out a long, shuddering breath as she flashed us a guilty look, grinning sheepishly despite the obvious discomfort she was experiencing.
It had been a long day for ScatBarbie. She'd woken up feeling bloated and queasy, her usually impeccable digestion turned upside down by some mysterious dietary mistake. By the time she'd finally managed to shit herself clean, her asshole was raw and aching from the relentless torrent of shit that had poured forth. The overwhelming smell of feces and urine hung thick in the air around her, making it almost impossible to breathe.
ScatBarbie's ass cheeks shook slightly as she let out another groan, this one deeper and more despairing than the last. The pain was unbearable, and she knew there was only one person who could ease her suffering: her faithful viewer, whose warm hands and tender touch had soothed her countless times before.
"Please, baby..." She whispered softly, lifting herself from the floor on trembling arms to reveal her exposed, suppurating anus. "You have to help me..."
Her voice was pleading now, her eyes locked onto ours as we slowly shifted closer to her, drawn inexorably closer by the glimpses of her vulnerability and the intoxicating scent of her filth. As we knelt down beside her, ScatBarbie's bottom lip trembled, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
"I know you'll take good care of me," she murmured, reaching back to spread her fingers apart, exposing her aching asshole to our view. "Don't you, baby?"
We could feel our heart racing as we gazed upon her plump, gaping asshole, its angry pink one moment and then flushed scarlet the next. All we could think about was diving right in, burying our face in her filthy naked body and breathing in her delicious, shit-scented breath. But first we had to clean her up - somehow.
Gently, we reached out with soft, trembling hands and began to clean away the remains of her previous ordeal. Clumps of dried, crusty shit fell away under our ministrations, revealing fresh, pink tissue beneath. The smell was overpowering, a mixture of stale feces and bitter urine that filled the room and made us light-headed with desire. Swallowing thickly, we continued to clean her, working our way up to her tight little starfish asshole and wiping away the last traces of her misery.
As we finished, ScatBarbie let out a long, satisfied sigh, her whole body seeming to relax into our touch. She reached out and pulled us closer, wrapping her arms around our neck and pulling our face down to hers. Her lips were soft and supple, her breath tinged with the acrid scent of her own filth.
"Thank you, baby," She whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You always know just what I need."
And with that, she leaned forward, pressing her ass against our face and grinding her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. We could feel her hot, spunky piss dribbling down our chin, and we couldn't have been happier. This was our time together - our chance to clean up her mess and share in her intimate moments of pleasure and pain.
Raising our head slowly, we gazed into her eyes, our hearts pounding like drums in our chest. She smiled back at us, her pink gums framing a set of perfectly white teeth. Then, without another word, she lowered herself down onto our face, closing her eyes in bliss as we began to feast on her filth once more.
