Young Hidemi had a regrettable indulgence in peanuts the previous night, resulting in her belly turning into a gooey mess. Now, she must relieve herself, allowing me to savor the golden, buttery goodness. As a human toilet, I am always prepared to consume the waste of these women, especially those with bellies so heavy that they are eager to unload their waste into my throat. My tongue caught the faint scent of her tiny farts, tasting heavily of peanuts and old vegetables. My anticipation grew as the round tip of the turd emerged, smooth and solid, with a consistency of butter that could be easily molded. The smell was potent, fetid, and satisfying, a true representation of what waste should be – sticky, foul-smelling, and long-lasting. A true delicacy!