The Ant - Chapter 8 - The Ant Awakens (808 hits)
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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2005-01-19 13:10:32 EST
(Chapter 1 http://www.ubersite.com/m/56777)
(Chapter 2 http://www.ubersite.com/m/56855)
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(Chapter 6 http://www.ubersite.com/m/56930)
(Chapter 7 http://www.ubersite.com/m/57042)
PART TWO: THE ANT IS BORN
"Facts are stubborn things."
-Alain Rene Lesage
CHAPTER 8 - The Ant Awakens
Rob was standing at the base of a mountain. A mountain made of dark purple rock. Another dream. He groaned in his sleep. He could hear a roar of rushing waters. He walked a dozen steps, stepped around a huge boulder, and saw that there was an aperture halfway up the mountain. A natural spring was gushing out of the rock, the flow becoming a fine spray which created a small rainbow before it hit the rocks not far from Rob's feet and forming insignificant rills and trickles which merged and became a little stream. Rob drew in a breath of fresh air. He bent, scooped up a handful of the glimmering liquid, not noticing until too late how warm it was, that it wasn't as cool as run-off should be. He took a deep drink.
Rob's gut lurched and nearly exploded as he spewed the liquid that wasn't water. It was piss. Piss!
Goddammit, he drank from a river of piss and this weird purple mountain wasn't a mountain at all, but a gigantic bladder, full to bursting, quivering with the strain of thousands of gallons held within, and then the surface under Rob's feet began to tremble, and he thought, Jesus, it's gonna blow, it's gonna blow!
He awoke with a start. He really had to piss.
And he was strapped into his bed.
As he awakened Rob felt nausea swirl through him like a hot, harsh wind. He was light-headed. It seemed that everything stank. His guts, gassy and knotted, felt like a helium balloon being twisted into unnatural shapes by one of those fucking clowns amusing the tourists on Pier 39. He figured it was the side effects of the drug.
A thick leather strap had been buckled over his chest. Two straps of almost equal thickness secured each thigh to the bed. His arms were at his sides, strapped to the steel bed frame. The insides of the straps were padded, and if it weren't for the fact the he had to piss like a beast he'd actually be comfortable. His dick felt distended and numb, like someone had greased a baseball bat and rammed it up the urethra.
He saw an IV tube snaking out of his arm and up into a bag of clear liquid hanging from a stand by the bed.
Another tube, probably the one that was widening the bore of his cock to a painful degree, crept up the side of the bed and under the single sheet toward his crotch. The other end of the tube, he saw when he craned to look over the side of the bed, went to a low plastic framework, which held a bag of urine that looked full to the bursting point.
Rob looked around. He was in a big room, in the middle of a row of beds along one wall. Across from him there were more beds along the opposite wall. There were figures under the sheets of all the beds but four at the far end of his row. He did a quick count. Fifteen beds, eleven still in use.
In the bed to his left was a guy who was tremendously fat. He noticed that one of the metal legs of the bed frame was starting to buckle. Rob couldn't remember anyone that fat getting an injection. The fat guy was asleep, his jaws moving as if he were dreaming of eating.
To Rob's right was either a strange place to pitch a tent or a guy with a serious hard-on. The guy was flat on his back, and the fleshy eruption under the sheet must have been two feet long. Rob arched his body and saw that the guy was awake. Staring at the ceiling. And grinning a toothy grin.
I gotta get the fuck outta here and take a piss, he thought. He gave the strap on his right wrist an experimental tug. It tore away from his arm with little resistance, as if made of paper.
He thought that the leather was most likely dried out or rotted and weak, when he noticed that the steel bar the strap was attached to had been bent out of shape, the arc of the bend pointing in the direction Rob had moved his arm.
He watched his left arm as he raised it slowly. The metal bar began to weaken, twisting toward him. Then the leather strap parted with a little snap.
Rob tore the restraints off of his legs and chest and sat on the edge of the bed. When another wave of nausea came and went, he stood up.
He was wearing one of those stupid hospital gowns with an open back. He wasn't really in the mood to flash the crack of his ass to everybody who walked by. I've got to tap a kidney, he thought, and find some clothes.
He pulled the IV tube out of his arm. Then he pulled hard on the tube attached to the catheter, remembering at the last second where it was anchored. He yelped. Pain sizzled through his genitalia as if he had been pissing lighter fluid and had decided to ignite it for a laugh.
Three nurses came through a set of swinging doors at one end of the room. They were carrying two bedpans each. Ignoring Rob's writhing, they whisked by him and approached one of the beds at the end of his row, wincing as if encountering a powerful stink.
"Hurry," the guy in the bed grunted, frantically pressing a red button above his head. "I can't hold it. Hurry!"
"I can't understand it," said one of the nurses as she slid a bedpan under the guys' skinny butt while the other two rolled him onto his side. "They all had post injection enemas-"
Some things you're better off not knowing, Rob thought.
"-and they've had no solid food for the last four days-"
Four days! Rob amended his list. Take a piss, find some clothes, get to a phone. Meg probably thought he was dead!
"-so how can ohmyGOD!" She gestured wildly, and Rob watched in wonder as the nurses swapped bedpans frantically, setting the full ones on the floor. In about sixty seconds the guy filled four bedpans. The nurses were shrieking and crying.
"Get more fucking pans!" the guy shouted, "I'm not done!"
A nurse raced past Rob. She had a big streak of shit along one arm, like she'd been trying to unblock a horse. Rob caught a whiff of the crap on her arm and nearly puked. Just when he thought his stomach muscles were under control one of the remaining nurses grabbed a clean bedpan and heaved into it.
The guy with the hard-on yanked the sheet off of himself and whispered, "Hey ladies, check it out."
They both looked horrified. Rob made a face.
The guy's dick was now about two feet long and sticking straight up. His balls were the size of grapefruit. The guy's erection was so purple it was almost black, and it looked like somebody with a sick sense of humor had grafted a bizarre totem pole onto his body.
Rob thought it was probably a good time to get the hell out. He hurried towards the swinging doors, his bare feet slapping the cold tiles of the floor.
He passed a guy whose head was as swollen as dickman's sack.
Another guy seemed to be lying on something invisible, his body arching up off the bed as if the restraints were the only things holding him in place. He was cursing a blue streak.
In the bed next to him was the young black guy who had asked all the good questions at the orientation meeting. The guy looked unconscious, and the entire bed seemed to be in a deep shadow. Rob glanced up at the lights, rows of fluorescents high above. He looked down at his feet. His shadow was wide and faint. He wondered a moment what the hell was making the dark shroud of a shadow around the black guys' bed, then his bladder creaked again and he continued his search for the piss house.
Just before Rob slipped through the doors he saw a cute Latina babe lying in one of the beds smiling at him. She winked, and Rob felt his balls crawl and his aching dick twitch, and he was suddenly so horny his mouth watered. He pushed through the doors.
He felt better as soon as he was in the hall.
The hallway was long, with four closed doors down its length. Suddenly Rob was aware of someone to his left.
An attendant wearing tennis shoes, white pants, and a white short-sleeved shirt gaped at him. The guy was huge, looking as if he had been suckled on steroids instead of milk. Rob felt like a french fry standing beside a potato. The guy reeked of sweat and piss and hot peppers.
"Hey little buddy," the attendant growled, "You ain't supposed to be out here. Head back in now."
Rob nodded. "Sure. Just gotta take a leak and then-"
The attendant took a step, blocking Rob's view of the hallway, and set a massive hand on Rob's shoulder. He smiled. It looked like he had a mouthful of Chiclets. "No, little buddy, you're goin' in now."
With a forced smile Rob said, "Look, I have to use the can. Take me thirty seconds. Then I'll get back in there." Skipper, he thought.
The attendant tightened his grip on Robs' shoulder. Rob winced and heard the man say, "You can go back through those doors conscious or unconscious. Don't matter to me, little buddy."
Rob shrugged the guy's hand off and gave him a shove with an open palm. The guy yelped, and Rob watched in amazement as the attendant soared ten feet through the air, hit the polished linoleum floor with a thud and slid another thirty feet. There was a right-hand L-turn in the hallway. The attendant didn't turn. His head struck the wall and he didn't move.
"Jesus," Rob whispered. He'd have to be quick. He went down the hall. The second door was a bathroom for the handicapped. Rob tried the doorknob with a frenzied shove and a twist of the wrist, sure that he was going to piss all over himself. He heard a short, high scream of metal and a popping sound.
The metal doorknob had come off in his hand, but not before the bolt had snapped and part of the metal doorframe had buckled. Rob slipped inside. He set the knob on the edge of the sink, stood in front of the gleaming bowl which looked as if it had just been scrubbed clean, raised his hospital gown and let his piss fly. He pissed and pissed.
When he finished, he flushed and washed his hands. He was rubbing his hands dry with a paper towel when he noticed the striations in the toilet bowl. It looked like someone had taken a chisel to the porcelain and dredged long, deep thin lines into its smoothness. Rob was sure they hadn't been there before.
He was getting scared now.
He went to the sink and selected a corner of the curving basin. It too was hard white porcelain. He worked up a bit of saliva, and spit hard at the sink.
His saliva left his mouth at high speed. It was invisible except for the hair thin trailer of steam. The spitball was moving so fast through the air that friction heat built up instantly and caused it to boil. There was a hollow punk sound, and Rob found himself looking at a tiny hole in the porcelain. He reached under the sink. His spitball had gone clean through. The exit hole was small, with jagged edges. He squatted and looked at the floor. There were tiny white fragments under the sink.
What the fuck is this?
He had to find some answers.
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Supreme Overlord damage control...
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-01-23 11:29:33 (#)
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Yay for a superhero story! Huzzah!
Though I thought Rob would act a little more freaked out while surrounded by two-foot hardons, gallons of shit and a dude with testicles on his head.
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Have you never considered that I follow the maxim 'write what you know,' and that I am unflappable?
Also, Rob was probably a little drugged.
Also, I should have pointed that out.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-01-23 11:29:33 EST (#)
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Yay for a superhero story! Huzzah!
Though I thought Rob would act a little more freaked out while surrounded by two-foot hardons, gallons of shit and a dude with testicles on his head.
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-01-19 18:38:30 EST (#)
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More!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-01-19 17:30:33 EST (#)
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I'm glad some of you are enjoying this. Starting tomorrow, things get much weirder...
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My new favorite series
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Whoops the llamas ass. More More More!
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Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-01-19 13:23:37 EST (#)
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Ahhh...who loves ya' baby!
So good.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-01-19 13:18:15 EST (#)
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Talented bastard.