Part 3 Danny faded in and out of consciousness after rippin..

Part 3 Danny faded in and out of consciousness after ripping. He felt pieces of himself in crevices across Chelsea's body, shoved between her sweaty cheeks, her vaginal folds and even stuck to what he was assuming was her asshole from the taste and smell. Danny's fabric form had failed him while Chelsea worked out. He wasn't sure what was happening now, only that he could feel himself in pieces and that each piece was like a small version of himself. As Chelsea felt the thong snap, she immediately left for the locker room. She pulled her gym clothes off of her, letting the sweat and heat release. She peeled the tiny thong form off her soaked body and stepped out of the remaining material. She looked down at Danny's form, sweat soaked, covered in dried stains and juices. "Oh shoot. There goes a good thong..." Chelsea pouted to herself. She crumpled the fabric up and tossed it into the trash. Danny felt the cold air of the locker room smack him as the clothing peeled away. As Chelsea looked at him, he felt for a moment she could see him, bruised and beaten from her wearing him. Instead, she crumpled him in her hand before throwing him away like common trash. Danny could feel her walk away as her cheeks and folds grinded together with the small pieces of him inside them. He whimpered both in pain and in fear from the fact he was now discarded trash. Chelsea cut her workout short and changed, leaving the gym. As she left, Danny could still feel, taste and smell everything going on where his pieces were. He also could sense everything while he was in the trash. As time went on, Danny was covered slowly by paper towels, other ripped garments and worst of all, used tampons...he could do nothing but take in all the scents and flavors as he dried and crusted over from the various juices and stains on him. He wished it could end, that he could be done and fade away but the darkness only lingered a bit, never fully leaving and never fully taking him. Meanwhile, Danny had to also experience the left over pieces with Chelsea. He was there as she received herself. It started with a salty mix as warm liquid soaked through the small piece stuck in the folds of her pussy, before a loud messy fart exploded out the massive hole his next piece was attached to. His small pieces eventually fell, mixing with the toilet bowl just as Chelsea let loose a long thick turd. The log plowed into the water, creating a massive splash and a wave that made his pieces stick together. He cried to himself having experience both sides of this, the trash and now being inside the toilet bowl... Flavors of the gross and toxic mix hit Danny as Chelsea relieved herself above him while playing on her phone. Soon enough, toilet paper filled the bowl and Danny's world blurred as the water whisked him and the waste down the drain! Danny sobbed as the night janitor for the gym closed the trash bag around his form, surrounding him in darkness and the rest of his life as a discarded ripped thong... The End