You feel confident about what lies to the right. Struggling to gain sufficient traction on the slippery piping, you grab whatever colon you can and jerk yourself toward the right. You slip and fall, coating your face in a smelly substance. You only hope to the Gods that it's not what you think it is, as you wipe your face and toss whatever you can scrape off to the side. Deciding you'd make more progress by crawling, you pull yourself with your forearms forward. Despite the humidity, you feel as though the moisture is drained out of you, as though you're crawling through a desert. Of course, you never knew a desert that gave you an erection from the thought of crawling through. Forcing your tired body forward, you come across a bend. Summoning your courage, you crawl forth into the bend and end up slipping down, down into a stench-filled pit. You realize, while sliding, that you chose the right direction: You've arrived at the rectum, scenic gateway to the toilet.
Kicking your legs behind you, you attempt to propel yourself to the direction you're facing. Unless Jen is some some of complex superhighway, there should be only that direction to go in, or rather go out. Your arms, limp and exhausted, probe the darkness to find the end of the tunnel, sliding along the puffy surface in front of you. You know for certain that you've found the anus, but...!
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