I find myself in a Indian yoga ashram, where my digestive system is put to the test. The unfamiliar cuisine, packed with fiber and beans, has left me feeling bloated and constipated. Two days pass without a bowel movement, despite the high-fiber diet. The outcome is remarkable. Overwhelmed by the urge to relieve myself, I hurry to my room, avoiding the teachers and gurus. My rear is noticeably dirty before I even have the chance to sit on the toilet. The sheer size and girth of the log creates an intense sensation as it stretches my anus. I can’t help but moan and breathe heavily as I release this massive, heavy, thick, and warm log. The smell is intoxicating, and I can’t resist the temptation to breathe it in deeply. I identify various fragrances from my recent meals. As a naughty act, I decide not to wipe and put my pants back on. If only the teachers knew of my secret indulgence…