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So, there you are, laying in the sand just out of view of these girls, doing your best toilet impression with your mouth wide open... You never really wanted this, did you? But that weak will of yours, that inability to stand up for yourself when they asked, or more like told, what to do, has landed you here. Now you're nothing but a human latrine for a few girls who think they're too good to use a porta potty. They're gathered in a little group, casting glances your way and snickering behind their hands. One of them laughs, "Can you believe he actually agreed to this? It's so fucking weird." Another shakes her head, "Yeah, but at least we don't have to use that disgusting plastic box." Then one of the girls, a brunette with a smirk, speaks up louder, "Well, I for one am glad he's there. I've been holding it in all morning and I definitely have to take a massive shit. Hope he's ready for it." The others giggle... "No, seriously, this is going to be absolutely foul. It's gonna be huge, like a thick, lumpy log, and it's definitely not going to be solid. I bet it'll smell like rotten eggs and sewage mixed together, just wait, you'll be able to smell it from over here. It'll probably soft and mushy, real messy. Perfect for our little human toilet over there." Another model, a blonde, speaks up, "You know what? Now that you mention it, I probably have to go too. My stomach's been feeling off since breakfast." A third girl, hearing this, shrugs and adds with a casual tone, "Yeah, maybe I'll have to as well later. It's better than holding it in all day." The group murmurs in agreement, their initial amusement now mixed with a sense of practical relief.