ScatBarbie - Almost Shit My Leggings

ScatBarbie tossed and turned in her bed, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her heart raced as she lay awake, the uncomfortable burn in her bowels only getting worse by the minute. She knew what was coming - one of those powerful, insistent urges that refused to be ignored. Swiftly, she rolled out of bed and slipped on her leggings, praying they would hold together until she could make it to the bathroom.

As she hurried down the hallway, the pressure grew more intense with every step. Her mind was flooded with images of her asshole stretching and bulging, struggle against the onslaught of her own foul waste. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation of the impending deluge.

Finally, she reached the bathroom and flung open the door, rushing inside. She didn't bother with any preparations, just positioned herself above the toilet and tried to hold back as long as she could. But it was no use - the burning sensation in her bowels, the aching fullness in her rectum all conspired against her. With a primal moan, she gave in to the urge and unleashed a torrent of shit into the waiting toilet bowl.

At first, it came out in strong, steady streams, filling the bowl quickly and forcing ScatBarbie to brace herself for the worst. But soon, the pace became faster, more frenetic, and the volume increased dramatically. She felt like she was being split open from the inside out, her asshole stretched and battered by the sheer force of the excrement pouring forth. The stench was overwhelming, filling the room with a putrid, nauseating aroma that made her gag reflexes kick in.

Finally, the flow began to wane, and slowly, almost reluctantly, ScatBarbie pulled her ass off the toilet seat. She sank to her knees, still breathing hard from the experience, and peered into the bowl. The sight that met her eyes made her stomach churn - a huge, steaming pile of shit, glistening with moisture and speckled with blood. With a shudder, she reached for a toilet brush, and set to work cleaning up the mess she had made.

As she scrubbed, her mind drifted back to the feeling of her ass being violated by her own feces, the way it had felt to lose control of her bodily functions like that. It was a butterfly again - part of her couldn't wait to feel that power again, while another part was terrified at the thought of ever experiencing it again.