You decide that whatever your destiny is, it lies to your left.
Your body aches as you pull yourself in your determined direction. You fall with a splat, your face meeting the soft, lush floor(?) of the fatal pipe. You begin to drift, your mind fading in and out of coherence, more than once coming dangerously close to falling asleep. Through it all, you manage to smack yourself enough to wake up. Grinding your body against the smooth, oily walls, you make very slow progress. This may be due in part to the fact that you're crawling on your stomach, and that you've acquired an impediment to this method from all the grinding...
You feel ahead of you and can tell that there is what seems to be something of a valve-like persuasion. You remember that as you were sucked in, you passed such a gateway, and believe you've found the entrance to the rectum. It's difficult to get enough of a foothold to push yourself, but with a determined effort, you manage to grab hold of the inside of the gateway, pulling yourself in. You feel that it is much warmer and more difficult to progress as you force yourself in further, but that makes no difference, as you realize that the only way out of it all is forward. forcing yourself past the tight hole, you feel your entire body is completely surrounded by warmth, and your limbs become unresponsive. Breathing becomes excessively difficult, and when you feel the overpowering stench, you know what's happened. It turns out that you have gone the wrong way, and now you're stuck in your friend's waste.
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