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A Book of Filth - Page 59 - Give up - By Lucky - Overview
There's just no way a tiny bug like you can resist his gut. Despairing, you relax and allow Buster's belly to claim you. You pass out shortly after, unaware as you're broken down in his stomach and passed into his doggy intestines.

Your melted form is a minuscule contribution to the food being passed through his body. Nonetheless, his vili absorb most of your mass, appropriating it for his efficient body. The rest is passed along, a tiny dot of squishy ex-human among his digested kibble.

Your consciousness is stirred as Buster trots out to the yard. His bowels are heavy with waste; he's been putting this off for too long. He casually investigates the yard, sniffing around for a likely spot. After he's satisfied, he squats over the ground, positioning his butt to deliver.

After a brief moment, you're aware that you're sliding. You are part of his turd now. A very, very small part. You're really more like a smear across the surface, about 1/8th of an inch of dogshit. The sheer scale of your dog now amazes you as the tiny section of his waste you comprise slides out against the soft flesh of his anus. You could easily be hidden in a single fold of his tail hole, there's so little left of you now. The waste thuds quietly into the grass beneath him, but he continues to void, passing another two logs out before he finally stops. He straightens up and trots off, leaving you there in the grass.

Gradually, you become aware that you are separate from your physical body. Like steam rising from Buster's waste, you split from your digested remains. It takes a little experimentation, but you find you can move about as you will. You're a ghost. What will you do now?
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