They visit me with swollen bellies, filled with the precious contents I adore. Some require extra time, as they struggle to release my favorite hard turds that I relish swirling around before flushing. Others offer softer, more malleable excretions that spread with a splash of water, emitting a delightful aroma. Today, one kind lady provided me with a modest pile of moderately-textured, brown waste, reminiscent of sweets and cola. A second naughty friend lowered her undergarments, boldly releasing her waste directly onto my floor. The warm, inviting feces spread, shaping into ribbons, before settling. The final lady, a classy individual, offered waste with a faint scent, making me long to savor her anus as she divided the chunks during evacuation.