Lauren came home from school that day, her stomach still swollen from your digesting remains, and her mother and teenage sister were, quite curious. Lauren had never been the type to eat an adult male before, but she eagerly told them the story of the substitute gym teacher who agreed to play TURD with her, and how she beat him in only four shots. The mother laughed in disbelief while the sister, a somewhat disaffected girl, recreated the truth of the story in her head.
“How sketchy is that? An older guy that loses a game so that he can have a nine year old eat him!”
“Nuh-Uh!” Lauren boasts “He was trying but I beat him anyway!”
“Whatever.” Her sister says. “He was probably a total sicko. He ought to be turned into crap.”
“I think he mostly is right now.” Lauren says, referring to your decomposing remains in her intestines. “It feels like he’s almost ready to come out.”
And it’s true. After several hours of Lauren’s body sapping nutrients from your corpse, most of it had been turned to excrement. Your remains were nearing the end of her colon when her mother sat her down at the kitchen table to talk to her about manners.
“He was probably lonely.” Lauren’s mother said “Since you liked eating him so much, you should probably send a card to his family. They’ll want to know what happened to him.”
“Okay!” Lauren said eagerly.
“Good girl.” Her mother said. “I’ll get you some paper and crayons and I’ll call the school in the morning to find out an address for him. And then when you do let him out, we can take a picture so that his friends can see what he looks like.”
“Can I have a picture too so my friends can see?” Lauren asks.
“Absolutely, honey.” Her mother says.

Less than an hour later, Lauren ran eagerly to the bathroom yelling “I think he’s ready! I think he’s ready!” She refers to you as though you’re still alive, when really you’ve been dead for hours now. All that remains of you is the fecal matter she’s about to eliminate. She pulls down her tiny jeans and cartoon princess undies and sits on the porcelain toilet.
The size of your body relative to the size of her body makes for a substantial bowel movement. Lauren grunts and moans in an exaggerated manner as her nine year old body forces the thick brown log of your remains out of her anus. She works for a long time expelling it all, before calling her mother and sister in to see her work. She still has her pants around her ankles and is wiping away the last of your remains when they enter the bathroom.
“Oh my God!” Lauren’s sister exclaims as she looks at the collection of massive turds that she’s left in the toilet. “Lauren that’s huge!”
“I made him into a TURD!” Lauren exclaims, still savoring her victory from earlier in the day. She drops the toilet paper into the bowl with the rest of you.
“You did, Lauren. I’m proud of you.” Her mother says. “Now pull up your pants so we can take a picture…”
“Hurry up so we can flush that.” Her sister says, pulling her shirt up over her mouth and nose. “God, Lauren, that reeks!”
“I’m going to need THREE flushes for him!” Lauren boasts.