Barbie's Bare-Bottomed Bid for Relief: Licking Her Sore Asshole After a Corn-Filled Dinner
After days of discomfort and stomach aches, Barbie finally felt ready to relieve herself. The toy icon's sore asshole was in dire need of some tender love and care. She pouted, hoping her request would not sound too demanding or unappealing. "My poor tummy's been so upset lately, and after finally getting a solid poop out, my asshole is just aching. Would you mind licking it for me? It might help ease the pain and make it easier for me to shit again."
Barbie's plea was accompanied by the enticing scent of her recent meal: a steak dinner paired with corn on the couch. "Oh, and speaking of that corn, you might want to stick around for a little while. It wasn't just in my mouth—there's plenty still in my bowels waiting to be released."
The doll's anticipation was palpable as she awaited her anxiously. She sat on the edge of the couch, her bare bottom presented for inspection, and wondered whether her request was too much to ask. But then again, it was no ordinary request coming from Barbie—the woman who had captivated generations with her unattainable beauty and seemingly perfect life.
Finally, her savior arrived. Gently, they knelt before her sore asshole, peeling back the clingy fabric of her dress to reveal her most intimate areas. Their warm tongue traced circles around her puckered anus, teasing and tantalizing as they tried to soothe her discomfort. Tentatively, they pressed a wet, gentle kiss against her tender skin, coaxing forth a soft moan from deep within her torso.
Slowly but surely, the pain began to recede. Barbie closed her eyes, giving in to the sensation of relief washing over her body. "Oh my god," she whispered, leaning forward into their touch. "That feels so good."
And as if on cue, the next wave of discomfort hit her—an urgent pressure building up in her bowels. She squirmed slightly, her bare bottom rising off the couch in anticipation of what was to come. Barely containing her excitement (and impending mess), she whispered a nervous thank you before pushing them gently away, signaling that it was time for them to step back.
With one powerful push, Barbie released a torrent of corn from her asshole, filling the room with a loud splat that reverberated off the walls. Gray, gooey strands of corn coated every surface, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of freshly expelled fecal matter.
Slowly, she sank back onto the couch, panting heavily from exertion. "Wow," she breathed, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "That felt amazing."
Barbie grinned sheepishly, looking over at her unsuspecting helper. "Thanks again for all your help," she said, reaching out to give them a quick peck on the cheek. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
With that, she stood up, her bare feet leaving behind a trail of corn husks and dirt. She walked towards the kitchen, a satisfied smile on her face as she contemplated her next meal. Little did she know, her savior was already planning their revenge: a mid-day surprise featuring nothing but bran muffins and prune juice.
