As soon as I closed and locked the door, I felt a tingle. The next thing I knew, I was free falling and rescued by what appeared to be a giant snow flake. I was momentarily stunned by the bizarre situation, but quickly recovered as my survival instinct kicked in. I could figure out the "how" or "why" later. For now, I needed to get help.  My girlfriend, Bri, was my only hope.
     I discovered that I could somewhat steer this patterned disk. I calculated that by time the snow flake reached the kitchen, I'd be at about face-level; perfect to try to get Bri's attention. Upon arrival, my calculations were not wrong.... however, something unexpected happened. Bri was very cat-like; one of her favorite things to do was "pirch" on high areas. Usually, that involved sitting on the arm of a couch. But right now, she wasn't on the arm of a couch. She was on the kitchen counter, in the kitten position. I stared in awe at Bri's beautiful butt. In this position, the roundness of it was nicely emphasized. It made me want to take a bite. Her tight yoga pants had made their way about halfway down her ass crack. I snapped out of my gaze, as I realized that while I was indeed on course for where her head SHOULD have been... I had a rather large obstacle to overcome; Bri's butt.
She sat there, talking on the phone. As I got closer, I came to the realization that I was little more than a speck, to Bri. I also realized that I could no longer guide the snow flake; too much of it had melted. This was unfortunate, because I was en route to collide with Bri's rearend. I tried to think. Even tried to scream. I tried jerking the snow flake; but there was no reward to any of my efforts. As I drew closer to her ass, Bri reached back, gripping her elastic waist band. She must have noticed how far down her pants slipped. She drew the band open and prepared to pull up. Suddenly she stopped. She let her yoga pants slap shut while she switched hands with which she was holding her phone. The elastic slapped down on a more sloped area of her butt and slid down. The end result was the entirety of her large, white ass was now exposed. Bri's ass cheeks spread to reveal a darkness; a hole that struck fear in my heart. The remainder of the snowflake was now floating a perfectly straight path into her butthole. I shrieked in terror as her relaxed exit  welcomed me into a vast cave; her pinky-sized butthole. This served to remind me exactly how tiny I had become.
     The heat from Bri's ass immediately finished off the snow flake. I was now trapped in her shithole. ...or maybe not. I realized her butthole hadn't closed behind me. Maybe I could jump out? The potential was definitely worth the risk of death. The smell of her inner bottom invaded my sense. I reached the mouth of this "cave", then paused. I briefly choked on the nauseating smell. I looked down  to see how far I'd fall. I gulped and then looked back from where I had come. I shivered as I thought of where I was and what the purpose of this hole was. How I was a tiny, insignificant speck in my girlfriend's butthole. "Definitely not where I belong," I said, glancing back into the darkness. "I WILL NOT BE YOUR POOP," I declared, amping myself for my jump. I whirled around only to find my escape route suddenly eclipsed. Bri's pinky was getting ready to come in. She had an itch.

 Ending 1:

     As her pinky began to penetrate her shithole, I began to hear her voice, as she was speaking on the phone:
"Dinner? Yeah, I was thinking something cheesey, creamy, and gooey ... and he'll have.... well...  whatever happens to be in my butt."
"Haha. No, I don't mean eating ass. If anything, my butt will be eating him."
"Yeah, he can get added to my booty collection... haha"
Bri's finger withdrew with a *pop* as her butthole puckered shut, behind it. She ended the call, then set the phone down.
"....and he'll end up being a piece of my poop, regardless of what he says," she declared out loud. I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was smiling. Bri wiggled her ass and sat up. I felt her bottom impact the counter as she slid off. I knew things weren't getting any better. She punctuated her declaration with a monstrous fart. She quietly giggled. "Enjoy dinner."

Ending 2:

 
     Her pinky paused and her butthole closed. I felt a rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. No. There was no way in hell my luck could be this bad. But it was. She farted. I fell to my hands and knees choking and gagging.
     The next thing I knew, I felt Bri's ass invert. Light poured into her pooper, as she sat down. Suddenly, she farted again. It happened in slow motion; with the dim light that illuminated the inside of her shit hole, I saw a large, snot-like glob come flying at me. I had no time to move, as it impacted me, covering me from head to toe... but it also didn't stop. I was collected, fast and hard, then ejected from her asshole. My gooey prison carried me down into the ice, cold waters below. I didn't have to guess. I already knew she had blasted me into the toilet. I resurfaced, screaming.  Her butthole was already tightened, no doubt priming for the next attack. Meanwhile, Bri sat there, obliviously playing a game on her phone. Without further warning, her asshole burst open. Her booty eruption was like an emergency fire sprinkler system; it rained down, spraying all over the toilet- including into my open, screaming mouth.  I was forced to swallow her butt product, at risk of opening my mouth and getting more. The worst smell surrounded me, paired with the most  horrifying taste.
     I had no time to recover, as her beautiful bottom sent the next wave; literally. A wave of butt gunk surged from Bri's ass. The concentrated fountain fired directly at me. As it submerged me beneath the surface, it abruptly stopped. I watched in terror as a log slid smoothly from her shithole. It dangled above my helpless form. Her anus closed, cutting it. It dropped down above me. Her poop. Yesterday's lunch was deciding my ultimate fate, paired with her ass.
     Fortunately, or unfortunately for me, I was caught in a tremendous backsplash; the kind that reached up and soaked Bri's butt...returning me home. I wasn't so sure I was happy I survived. It would have been a humiliating way to go, but at least it would be over. Now I was alive, but living in no less humiliation; back in her freshly-used butthole. I decided death was preferable and prepared to jump back out. But sadly, fate had other plans.  I landed on a passing piece of toilet paper. Bri ran me along her crack, through her slime, and back into her hellish hole. It puckered shut, as she stood and flushed. I began to tear up; half from my girlfriend's butt had broken my spirit  without her even being aware  I was in it-and half because the horrendous smell burned so badly.
     Bri farted. I fell to my hands and knees, overcome by dizziness and nausea. I became aware of the thick slime created by and deployed by Bri's butt. I began heaving. It had provided enough distraction for a tremendous mass to sneak up behind me. As I realized I wasn't alone, I turned around. Bri may have just taken a shit, but she hadn't gotten everything out.  A huge piece of shit loomed before me. It came at me slowly. Slowly enough that I could outrun it, save for one issue. Bri's butt gunk insured I would be going no where. Her turd rolled over me, sucking me under. It started by crushing me legs. The slow shit-steam-roller just took it's time crushing and collecting me. In my last moments, I managed to squeak out for help.... only to be reward to with a vicious fart; the finishing blow.

Ending 3: Buggy and the Beast

     Instead, her pinky paused. Bri released a devestating booty blast. I was fired from her bottom and rolled to a stop, as I landed on the surface of the counter. Bri sat up, suddenly looking around; making certain she really had been alone. As she began to turn back around, her eyes grazed over me. Her attention shot back to me.
"Let me call you right back. I need to get my flip flops. Dammed bugs on the counter," she said, hanging up the phone. Her butt slammed down about a foot away from me. She slid off the counter, presumably to get her flipflops to crush me. I watched her goddess-like ass hover in front of me while she bent over, with her shorts having been pulled down and exposing the majority of that wicked rearend.
     Suddenly, I remembered what was going on. I looked around; no place to run or hide. I could just leap to my death on the kitchen floor. Then another choice occured to me. I watched her amazing ass wiggle back and forth. I decided. This could kill me, too, but it was the only shot I had. I got a running start. As I reached the edge of the counter, I launched myself directly at Bri's ass. She bent over just a little more, exposing her butthole -which is exactly where I was heading, again. I had just fed myself to her butthole.
     Bri stood up and turned around. She looked carefully and was disappointed to find the bug had gotten away. She stomped off, in a huff. My prize for winning this round of hide and seek soon followed. Bri farted, rewarding me with a horrendous gunk. The slime burned my eyes and violated my tongue and nose. She allowed her yoga pants to drop to the floor, as she crawled up on the bed. She returned to the kitten position as she began to dig into a good book. She rocked her bottom back and forth, trying to expend excess energy.
     Meanwhile, inside this hell hole, I was struggling to get free of this thick, gooey slime. Her butt gunk felt and acted like a dog tied to a tree... with an elastic leash.  I could never go far before the slime flung me back to where I had been. Her butt shuddered as she laughed, but I knew it wasn't at me; though it still felt mocking. She farted again.
     After a few more minutes of struggling, my efforts seemed to draw her attention. Bri reached back, paying no attention to anything except her book. Her pinky penetrated her butthole. I watched as the enormous finger drew closer. I couldn't do anything more than watch.  Next, it smashed down on me. She began to drag me all around the inside of her terrifying shithole. Her gaze had yet to break away from her story. I felt my bones crunching and I could feel myself blacking out from the pain and lack of air. I had been collected and coated with enormous amounts of gunk (comparative to my size, anyway). If she didn't finish the job, I'd still be left behind. Her butt undoubtedly would.  I sobbed at the realization I had been wrong.... I was in fact about to be her poop.
     Before I could finally pass out, Bri stopped. Her pinky lifted and began to withdraw. I stuck to the tip, still encased in my gunky prison. She brought her hand around for assistance in turning the page. As she did, she passively glanced sideways at her pinky. Then she did a double take. I tried to scream but only ended up inhaling and swallow more of her vile product. Her pinky rose up in front of her radiant face. She smiled and her eyes were tremendous with an expression of recognition. The problem was... did she recognize me for me? Or did she recognize me as the bug that escaped?  Her smile curled into a victorious smirk. Her eyes returned to her book, as she shook her head in disbelief. Her pinky was now a mere two inches from her face. Without paying me any further attention, she opened her mouth and slid her pinky in. Her lips pursed as she began to suck. Her pinky began to withdraw... minus me and her ass gunk. I couldn't do more than squirm and swallow more slime; Bri did the same. She let me and her butt gunk slide to the back of her throat and swallowed. It was a little ironic. I had avoided becoming her shit moments ago... only to end up being placed back into a different position with the same outcome- Either way, I ate my own words -and her buttgunk- as I realized I would be her poop. After that point, her butt would be making all the calls for what would happen next.