If Ashby was blushing at first at the thought of dumping your remains in front of her friends, the blush disappeared and turned into bliss. As soon as she ripped the first fart, she let out a hysterical cackle of laughter. Part of it is the ecstasy of knowing that you, one of her best friends, were about to come tumbling out of her ass. Part of it was probably the thrill of victory. Part of it was also the drinks she’d had since the end of the game.

Your first remains hit the bowl in a wet fart from Ashby’s anus, splattering around the inside rim of the cup. The girls all take great delight in how the bowl rings as the waste hits it. You, however, take no delight in any of it. Shouldn’t your mind have drifted off long ago? Is this an out of body experience… or are you going to be aware of your new state?

After the initial wet fart, the rest of the movement is quite effortless on Ashby’s part. She gives a small squeeze, contorting her face in to an even bigger smile, as she forces out smooth log after smooth log of your remains. The brown droppings extend out of her ass before crumbling and tumbling in to the bowl, creating a massive pile of your steaming remains. While still expelling you, Ashby jokingly reaches behind her and waves her hand through the steam. Your elimination continues for a while as the girls continue to egg her on and Ashby overflows the bowl with perfect Troy turds.

When she finishes, she gets an ovation from her friends as she stands up and takes a bottomless bow.

“Thank you, thank you.” She says.

“Here,” one of the girls says, tossing her your jersey, “you can go ahead and wipe with this.” They all laugh as Ashby obliges and wipes her anus with your team’s jersey.

“Alright, get your pants on so that we can take one more picture!” Dee says. “This one is getting framed on the wall!” Ashby tugs her jeans back up and kneels beside the trophy. She holds up your jersey in one hand, clearly showing the shit stain to the camera, and a “number one” finger in the other hand. The picture will not only be framed and go up in the wall of their living room, but it will also go in the school paper, local paper, and be published on both of your favorite teams’ websites. The one on her team’s website includes a description of her and dubs her their “Number One Fan.” The one on your website, of course, jokes about you now being their “Number Two Fan.”

You wish that this would be all of the humiliation that you would suffer, but it is merely the tip of the iceberg. After the picture is taken, Ashby stands up and offers a few words to her girlfriends.

“Thank you all, this has been so much fun!” She says. “But I think we all need to be extra grateful to Troy, because this wouldn’t have been possible without him. So I want you all to make sure you wave to him and thank him.” The girls do sarcastically wave at your remains and offer thanks to you.

“Wait, Ashby, do you mean he can like… still see us?” one of her roommates asks.

“Well, it wouldn’t be right for me to digest his soul!” Ashby exclaimed cutely and innocently. “I couldn’t kill my friend like that, so I decided to keep his soul and poop it out.” The girls laugh greatly at this… not only was your bodily waste a part of her trophy, so was your soul. You now knew why you hadn’t lost consciousness. You were now going to be constantly aware of your life as Ashby’s trophy.