Young Hidemi knew she shouldnÂ’t have eaten all those peanuts from the night before. The crunchy peanuts turned her belly into goop, and now she had to let me enjoy the golden buttery goodness. IÂ’m a human toilet, always ready to eat these ladiesÂ’ sappy turds, especially the ones who have bellies so heavy they couldnÂ’t wait to unload their turds into my throat. My tongue tasted her tiny farts, which tasted heavy with peanuts and old vegetables, and I couldnÂ’t wait as she pushed out the round tip of the turd. It had the consistency of butter, but was solid as can be, just smooth as it slid out of her brown, puckered hole. I could mash this type of shit all day, because it was what shit was meant to be: sticky, fetid, with a smell that would last for hours if I didnÂ’t swallow. Delicious!
