Aaron Shaw, Human Poop (so now butts are all clean!), Aware

Aaron's alarm woke him up at 7am, as it did every morning.

On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays, he hits the snooze button, at least he two times. But today is a Friday. And that means that Beverley will be working the morning shift at the cafeteria.

Bev isn't everyone's idea of a massive crush - plain face, shy, quiet personality, boring black hair... But her kindness, and her innocence... It made her a gem, and just right for Aaron, who was reserved, quiet, and very vanilla himself.

When Bev smiled, to Aaron, it was radiant. Even when she was wearing that ridiculous hairnet and apron, like she was today.

And smile she did, when she saw her favorite customer awkwardly shuffling down the counter towards him.

"Morning, Aaron." She said with her kind, warm voice."

"Morning, Beverley." Aaron replies extremely shyly, like he always does. "Um, do you not have any sausages left?"

"We had a shortage this morning, and they're all gone already." She responds sadly... Before then smiling conspiratorially. "But I know they're your favorite, so I saved you one just in case you came by. Kept it warm for you and everything."

"Oh Bev, you're the BEST!" Aaron squeaks in a hushed tone. He's excited about the sausage, but even more excited that Beverley has done something nice for him, of her own volition. Maybe... Just maybe... She likes him too?

"Hand me your plate." Bev says with a quick wink, and Aaron does so immediately.

Bev takes the plate, and turns to the side, and bends over. She must have kept the sausage in a box or a bowl on the floor or something.

But then... She puts the plate under her butt? And then... She looks around nervously to check if anyone else is watching... And then lifts her skirt, pulls aside a slutty white g-string and grunts... And then the tip of a sausage emerges from her butthole!

It takes all of Aaron's self control to not wretch with disgust on the spot. He does still baulk, as any sane person would, and take a step back, with his eyes and mouth both wide, as an entire sausage pushes its way out of this young woman's pooper and lands in the middle of his mashed potato.

"Um I've got to... I've got to go!" Aaron squeaks in panic, and turns and sprints out of the cafeteria.

"Wait, Aaron, what's wrong?! Did you not want it in your potato?!" Beverley calls after him in confusion, but he's gone before she can finish her question.