Days have passed since Lauren ate you. The little imp got a lot of respect for eating you. She's actually inspired many of the other girls to try and do the same, making many of the male adult fear even more for their lives.

You though are long past the point of caring. Lauren's acid seeps through the food in her gut to get to you, while you can barely struggle. You spend days unable to sleep because of the pain as you baste in a mountain of digesting food. The only distraction from that pain was when the stomach started churning, mixing you together with Lauren's monster meal. By the end of long week of this process, you've given up hope. You're mostly just a blob at this point, only barely keeping a human shape. You know your place now. You will be food. You will be absorb. And when the time comes, you'll be just one magnificent TURD!

Finally, after two weeks, Lauren's stomach starts to push you down. You feel yourself forced into a tube that feels like a waterslide that's two sizes to small. You're being forced into her small intestines, where the nutirents of you, and everything else Lauren's eaten is pulled away to feed the growing girl. You desperately wish you would die already. By some cruel twist of fate, some of your senes still work. The worst is smell, you believe, as it allows you to smell yourself as you begin slowly traverse Lauren. You can smell yourself becoming shit. You knew it would happen, but the smell really drives it home.

When a month and a half has passed, you find yourself in the large intestine. All that Lauren could use has been taken, leaving only a disgusting smelly warm substance behind. You've almost gone mad at this point, as you slolwy move along, hearing the deep sickening gurgles of the girl whose body took your life. Laruen still has gotten tired of you. Sometimes she talks to you, as though knowing you can still hear her. She talks about how glad she was to eat you, and how she day dreams about what her TURD of you will look like.

Finally, after god knows how long, you've reached Lauren's colon. You know you are dead, and you had thought you would have faded away by now. But instead, you feel yourself trapped in the monsterous TURD, compressed on all sides by her rectal walls.

Lauren comes home, smiling widely. She can feel that the day she had dreamed of has arrived. Because of the massive meal you provided her, she has not had to eat for a while. She also hasn't been to the bathroom in a while. She happily tells her mom that it's time, and the two walk out into the backyard. Since her stomach, while half the size it was to start with, is likely to produce something that won't fit in their home toilet, Lauren's mom plans to just have her do her business in the yard. Lauren certainly doesn't mind. Dropping her pants, Lauren removes the polka dot panties she'd worn that day, and squatted in the middle of the yard.

Things started off with a thunderous fart that had Lauren giggling like the little girl she was. The stench was foul, a combination of rotting stink from every thing she'd eaten. You can feel yourself moving towards a light at the end of the tunnel: Lauren's anus. You stretch that little hole wide. Really wide.

Your remains, a deep earthy brown, plop onto the ground with a sickening splat when Lauren's anus cuts the TURD in half. The second TURD doesn't break off quite so soon, coiling up on the ground like something out of cartoon. Eventually, Lauren takes a quick break to pee out the excess liquid from her binge. After that, it's right back to dumping her favorite TURD. Pieces of your skeleton are up next, their edges scraping Lauren's insides as they pass, making her giggle as they tickle her butthole on the way out. A second wave of gass fills the air with your smell, reminding Lauren of you and your delicious taste all over again.

The flow of TURD is blocked though, causing Lauren some confusion. She pushes and pushes, before with a mighty heave, your entire skull pops out of her ass to land on the TURD with a sticky sounding plop. Lauren looks between her legs to see your skull staring up at her and smiles, thinking that your soul should be their to watch her shit you out. In a way she was right, because instead of fading away, your spirt has remained here, gazing up at Lauren's tiny pink and brown anus as it continued to pour slop on you.

The last bits of Lauren's meal were coming, and Lauren strained a little to get them. Sweat rolled down her back, down her tiny cute little bottom, and landed on the stiny pile that was you. The last bit to come out were tiny broken TURDS, but Lauren loved them all the same. Finally, after that had passed, Lauren farted one last stinking fart to relieve the last of the air left in her pipes.

Turning, Lauren had never felt more proud of herself. This was her greates TURD ever! She had turned a full grown man, along with a whole assortment of things, into something beautiful (to her at least. And really, isn't that what mattered?). Looking at it, the TURD was probably bigger then she was. At least in terms of weight. Lauren looked it up and down, rubbing her buttcheek as she looked at your skull, now buried under some more of her fecal matter. Her mother came and she wipped her butthole clean of any of your remains, before throwing the paper onto you.

"Best TURD ever" Lauren says simply, her mother nodding silently in agreement. Finally, her mother convinces her to come back inside, leaving the pile that was once a man behind. Your spirit floats away, the last thing you ever see in this world is your killer's anus, and the TURD you had become. As you look down on it from up in the sky, you have to admit, it was a pretty impressive TURD. You just wish you hadn't been used to make it.

The End