The previous day, I had indulged in a veritable feast of fruits, including apples and watermelon. My bowels were full to the brim, and I knew that I needed to relieve myself. And so, I did. A soft, fragrant torrent poured forth from my derriere, like a waterfall of waste. The relief was immense, the pleasure, indescribable. I produced a mountain of excrement, and my eager slaves were there, open-mouthed, trying not to miss a single morsel. Truly, it was a sight to behold.