ScatBarbie lay curled up in her warm, cozy bed, her stomach filling with anxiety and anticipation. It was that time of the year again—the dreaded "cutting season" where she had to maintain a strict diet and fitness routine in order to compete in the upcoming pageant. However, despite her best intentions to stick to her healthy eating plan, ScatBarbie had given into temptation and indulged in a delicious ice cream cone earlier that day.
Dairy was one of ScatBarbie's biggest weaknesses - she knew it would make her ass so constipated that it hurt just thinking about it. Sure enough, after her indulgence, she found herself in a world of pain as her normally well-trained muscles struggled to accommodate the enormous load of hardened feces waiting to be released. Her poor asshole felt like it was going to burst from the strain, and even worse, she had developed massive hemorrhoids from all the pushing and training.
Despite the agony she was in, ScatBarbie knew that she had no choice but to face the music (or in this case, the poop) and deal with the consequences. That meant calling up her beloved submissive partner, whom she had nicknamed "Worshipful", and asking for his assistance in relieving her suffering.
ScatBarbie took a deep breath as she sent him a text message, knowing full well what she was about to ask of him. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard back, and her heart sank when she read his response. It wasn't a resounding "Yes! I would be honored to help you, my queen!" Instead, he asked her for more time to think about it. ScatBarbie felt a mixture of anger and desperation welling up inside her.
"How can he not want to help me?!" she thought. She needed him to understand that this was more than just a kink or a preference—this was a matter of survival. If she didn't find relief soon, she could end up in serious physical danger. With a heavy heart, she sent another message pleading with him to reconsider.
Hours passed, and finally, she heard back from Worshipful. To her surprise, he had come around and was now willing to help her. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized that she hadn't lost him after all. ScatBarbie quickly arranged a meeting place and put on her best outfit, eager to see her beloved and receive the release she so desperately needed.
As she made her way to the meeting spot, ScatBarbie tried to prepare herself mentally for what was about to come. She knew that her asshole would be swollen, tender, and unbelievably stretched out from all the shitting she had done. She also knew that the thought of having his mouth on her ass might be too much for Worshipful to handle at first. But she had faith in him, and she trusted him to help her through this difficult time.
When she finally saw him, ScatBarbie felt a surge of love and admiration for him. He was nervous but also determined, assuring her that he was ready to do whatever she needed him to do. With trembling hands, she gently pushed aside the fabric covering her ass cheeks, revealing the raw, aching hole that was her personal gateway to hell and back.
"Now," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly, "worship my poop."
Worshipful knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the glistening blob of pale green feces sitting prominently at the entrance to her asshole. Slowly, tentatively, he extended his tongue and gently prodded it, testing its consistency before taking a hesitant lick. To his surprise, it wasn't as disgusting as he thought it would be. In fact, it had a mild, slightly sweet taste that was oddly addictive.
Encouraged by this initial taste, Worshipful began to explore ScatBarbie's offering more thoroughly, circling it with his tongue, sucking on it gently, and even scraping off bits of dried feces from around the rim of her ass with his teeth. ScatBarbie moaned in relief as she felt the tension in her bowels begin to ease up. It wasn't long before she could feel the first few waves of her copious load begin to trickle out of her ass, staining Worshipful's face and clothes with a thick, muddy mixture of feces and blood.
Shuddering with exhaustion and pleasure, ScatBarbie collapsed against him, her body trembling from the release of pressure in her ass. As she caught her breath, she felt a surge of affection for her submissive partner, knowing that without him, she would have been lost in a world of pain and misery.
"Thank you," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Worshipful looked up at her, his face smeared with her feces, and smiled. "Anything for you, my queen," he replied, his voice shaking slightly. "Anything."
