She’s growing clumsy, her belly bulging even through her jacket. Her mouth still bears the traces of her recent shit-eating indulgence. She’s a content shit-eater, relishing every moment of it. The jets of water wash away the remnants of shit from her, her clothes, and her face, but she refuses to clean up. Instead, she’s found a new form of entertainment. She grabs a can of shaving foam and starts smearing it all over herself, instead of using soap. The foam has a scent, she says, and she begins to lather it all over her body. The foam forms a thick layer on her skin, her swollen tits hanging in beautiful clusters. The foam starts to tingle her skin, creating an unexpected refreshing sensation, as it turns out to be menthol-infused. Maya declares it to be a divine feeling, and she seems to enjoy it.