Natsuki had vowed to avoid public restrooms, but here she was, straining to expand her anus. Her backside emitted a musky, earthy aroma, while her tiny, clenched orifice reeked of dampness and stale feces. Dark, viscous remnants of excrement clung to her hole, leaving smears on the surrounding area. With a grimace, she bore down, pushing until the pointed tip of her stool emerged. She continued to exert pressure, her face contorting as she caught a whiff of her internal odor, signaling that she was halfway there. The warm, pungent scent filled her nostrils and mouth, as she relaxed her lower abdomen to ensure a complete evacuation. The resulting pile in the toilet bowl was dry and tacky, arranged in a low mound of elongated, sausage-like logs.