I am a human toilet, awaiting my mistress’s offerings every day. Today, she is absent, but her friend has been gracing me with generous gifts of excrement. She is a middle-aged woman with short hair, and her soiled underwear precedes her gaping crack. Her voluptuous pussy and ample derriere hide a treasure trove of tight, moist delights. Her anus, so snug, releases the smallest farts with the most potent odor. I savor the damp exhalations before she winces and pushes, her anus blooming and releasing her creation. Her stool is consistently moist, like freshly mixed chocolate, in even sausages that plop uniformly onto my tongue, ready for chewing.