Today I ordered a decadent chocolate cake, satisfying a craving that had been building since morning. I give a close-up view of the delectable cake and how I savor every bite, dressed in alluring lingerie. As I indulge in the rich chocolate, I feel the urge to defecate. I set aside my thong and assume the doggy position on a chair, releasing my constipated stool onto the floor. I spread my cheeks wide, pushing and making room for the large load. My sizable poop falls onto the plate that once held my cake, requiring me to pick up my dirty turds with my bare hands. I display my accomplishment up close and place it on the cake plate. My chocolate-covered result is impressive, and I show it off again, this time with my bare bottom and then without my thong. I take pride in my chocolate creation.