The women strolled around the store, carefully selecting products for the competition. We decided to host a contest – who could consume cranberries the fastest. Their luscious derrieres were a sight to behold, but their desire to defecate added an extra layer of allure. They kept urging me, “Faster, I need to defecate.” The competition was underway, and the women took turns filling my mouth with their delectable, morning excrement!