"My expansive backyard would provide a soft, graceful landing for your soft body. Do you want to be picked up afterward?"
"We'll get to that later."
You rush to the lawn and assume a squatting position with your lower body.
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Mere hours ago, I wasn't even one whole being. The feeling of being split into a thousand pieces of individual and senseless pellets was alien, though mesmerising. At least I don't have to wrap my head around being in multiple placed at once, though, given that all of me was wrapped in a nice bag.
My relaxation was interrupted by the sensation of a furry snout digging into my being. Immediately, it opened and the wet tongue slathered across my constituent pellets, the sharp teeth biting hard into them. I wasn't even eaten out of a bowl; it gorged on me straight out of the bag. To have one half of you still sitting in the bag awaiting the fate of being eaten while another portion of you had already passed through the oesophagus and immersed in the stomach acid is definitely a feeling out of this world. Soon, none of me was left in the bag and all of me cramped in the stomach, sloshing around and being crushed. Actually it only felt like a soft massage on my entire being, with a slight sensation of being broken down. Oddly, by then I recombined into one being and regained sight, smell and hearing.
I passed through the intestines bit by bit, the feeling of being broken down exacerbating further, the nutrients and then water sucked out of me into the bloodstream and what remains of me being rolled into a compact shape with a "head" forming at the tip of the lower end. Is there any colonoscopy for dogs? Anyway, this was certainly an eye opener as I saw what no camera can ever reach, not to mention the scent of the digestive juices.
"Wait, I see… another stomach?? What!?"
Only then could I ascertain the identity of the dog whose digestive system I was in, as there certainly couldn't be another dogtaur on Earth. Having your body as a turd being redigested all over in the stomach is certainly unusual, as redundant as it could be. Even then, some nutrients and water still managed to be sucked out of me in the intestines, drying me out even more. Despite that I was still pushed to the rectum with ease, my "face" squished against some preexisting turd.
The walls of the rectum squished against my being. Knowing I am about to be released, I inquired his desired location. After a quick catching fall I an pushed forward, the turd in front of me exiting first. The exit suddenly clenches shut when my head reached it, and then immediately reopen to let me out. A patch of grass enters my sight, the previous log fright above me. After about one-third of me is released inna spiral pattern, the anus clenched and open in a regular pattern, cutting the second third of me into small pellets. This is followed by a brief rest, and a powerful squeeze letting the rest of me out in one straight log.
Basking in the grass, there is nothing I can do and no way I can move, yet tranquility as opposed to anxiety rushed over my body. This is my destiny as a turd — to sit and decay into nothing.
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As the massive log exits your behind, your muscles completely terse up momentarily and immense euphoria rushes through your being.
Just then, a concern enters your mind. Isn't the destiny of poop to decay into nothing? No, you must do something before your girlfriend vanishes.
"What do you want next?"
"To stay here forever."
"Are you sure? Just leaving yourself here to wither into nothing? There's so much to explore out there, so much to see, and you still prefer to decay as a turd. I'll make another wish to the genie, just wish for something more productive."