Every day, I position myself in a public restroom, waiting for someone to use me as their human toilet. I have an insatiable craving for the disgusting and viscous substances found in feces, especially when they have a powerful, rotten stench. Today, a charming schoolwoman enters a stall and hovers over the repugnant hole. Eagerly, I open my mouth, anticipating the arrival of the fecal nuggets. As soon as they plop into my mouth, I savor the taste, consuming them as if they were a delectable treat crafted just for me.