Christina settled herself on my face, clad in her underwear, and commanded, “Smell my ass.” I obliged, and after I had finished, she announced, “I had chicken with mushrooms, mashed potatoes, pizza, and rolls for dinner, and now, it’s your turn to consume it all!” True to her word, a substantial and challenging pile awaited me. Its thickness made it difficult to swallow, and Christina added to the challenge by sitting on my stomach with all her weight as I struggled to swallow the large chunks. I persevered, but the process was arduous and left me feeling queasy. In the end, Christina spit into my foul-smelling mouth before taking her leave.