Sakura dreaded defecating, as her stools were consistently hard and sizable, causing her discomfort. She sat anxiously, feeling the tremors in her stomach, aware that today’s movement would be similarly challenging. Her face contorted with effort, she strained until the hard, brown tip emerged slightly from her tiny orifice. The smell of today’s excrement struck her as particularly foul, due to her consumption of ample yogurt the previous day. The sound of the solid mass hitting the toilet bowl was alarmingly loud, and the smell intensified as she pinched off the first piece. The subsequent pieces were even more potent, leaving her astonished that her body could generate such foul odors daily. As she cleaned her creased “butter factory,” she found herself inexplicably soothed by the scent on the tissue, a sensation she couldn’t deny she enjoyed.