Riley brings a straining load of pee and a belly full of gassy, soft plops today when she stops by in her pajamas. The constant stream of chunky plops drop noisily into the bowl as she plays on her phone, broken up by fat little farts that slip past her soft, open hole as she strains.

Her second visit (in a t-shirt and boxers this time) involves a lot more pushing as she holds her belly and shoves the blockade of hard plops followed by a watery rush with lots of groans and wiggling around to help things along.