In a bustling aquarium in Japan, I find myself surrounded by a sea of people. I pretend to capture the beauty of the aquarium with my selfie stick, only to leave it behind, secretly filming. I inform my father, my travel companion, that I’m heading to the restroom. The crowded hallway leading to the toilets is filled with murmurs of conversation, and I make my way through, capturing the atmosphere on camera.
As I enter the cubicle, I ensure the camera is positioned to give you a full view of my public defecation experience, as if you’re right there with me. Can you sense the tension in the air? I’m constipated, and the feeling of thick pieces of waste moving inside me is both uncomfortable and arousing.
The sounds of the crowd outside the restroom are a constant reminder of how public this act is. I begin to fart, and the moans of pleasure escape my lips as the thick log of waste starts to make its way out. With a moan and a face contorted in ecstasy, I release the massive pile of poop into the toilet.
I wipe myself clean, showing you the dirty tissue, now stained with feces. I then give you a close-up view of the shit-filled toilet. The smell of my waste now fills the air, and everyone in the crowded restroom can’t help but inhale it.
Finally, I search for the flushing button, showcasing the complexity of Japanese toilets. I flush, and with a naughty smile, I bid you farewell. This is an experience I won’t soon forget.