Barbie, a blonde college girl with piercing blue eyes and a slender yet curvaceous figure, sat on the toilet seat in her small bathroom, her cheeks puffed out from the massive poop she was desperately trying to force out. The smell of freshly cut grass and summer rain filled the air as she pushed and pulled on her cute little cotton underwear, exposing her tight bubble butt to the cool morning breeze filtering in through the partially opened window.
It had been one hell of a night for Barbie; she'd woken up in a strange apartment with no memory of how she'd gotten there or what had happened to her. All she knew was that her head was pounding, her mouth was dry, and her stomach was churning with an unsettling mixture of nausea and curiosity.
Gingerly, she lifted up her tight shirt to see a string of toilet paper poking out from beneath her massive, barely contained load. With trembling hands, she reached down between her legs, her fingers digging into her soft, supple flesh as she tried to grasp onto the slick surface of the hot, steaming turd.
With a loud groan, she finally managed to pinch it between her fingers, twisting and turning until it broke free from her body with a satisfying "plop" sound. She watched in disgust and fascination as it splashed into the water below, creating small ripples that danced across the surface of the bowl.
Feeling a momentary surge of relief, Barbie pulled her panties back up and stood up from the toilet seat. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, her reflection staring back at her with a haunted look in her eyes. As she reached for a stick of mouthwash to rinse out her mouth, she noticed a faint glimmer coming from the corner of the room.
Curiosity getting the better of her, she walked over to investigate, her bare feet making soft tracings on the hardwood floor. On the dresser, beneath a pile of dirty clothes, lay a shiny black camera, the lens pointed directly at the toilet bowl. Mares that she had no idea how it got there - or whose it was - but right now it wasn't her biggest concern.
Her stomach was still churning, and she knew she had to get rid of whatever was left inside if she was going to make it through the day. With an air of determination, she sat back down on the cold, hard toilet seat and prepared herself for another round of pushes, pulls and grunts.
The early morning light streaming in through the window cast a warm, golden glow over her body as she struggled once again to expel the unwanted mass from her body. This time, when it was finally over, she reached for the camera and tentatively picked it up, wondering who it belonged to and what they might do when they found out what had happened to it.
