Celebrating 1 Year on Uber with 'Worms,' one of the most disgusting stories I've ever written! (961 hits)
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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2005-08-16 12:37:04 EDT
WORMS
(Warning - this was written a few years back, and it is pretty disgusting)
Monday Night. I was sitting on the crapper and reading USA Today when I felt the pain in my guts. It was like a large strong fist had grabbed hold of my innards and twisted violently. I groaned and my entire body shook as something passed out of it and splashed into the water in the toilet bowl.
I looked down and saw the worms, a writhing ball of them, rolling and weaving like pasta in a pot of boiling water. I nearly puked.
The worms were dirty-white and pale yellow. Both ends of the thin bodies were identical, featureless. I couldn't tell how long they were, the way they thrashing about. I reached out and turned the flush lever, washing the knotted mass away.
I went to bed but I couldn't sleep, my body shaking with fear and revulsion. Eventually I had to take a sleeping pill.
Tuesday morning I called the office, took the day off sick.
I went down to the clinic and after an hour a doctor saw me. I had a thorough physical. The doc shone a light down my throat and stuck a finger up my ass. I pissed in a jar and shit on a stick. The doctor took the specimens from me without a word. He told me he could see nothing wrong, he'd call tomorrow with the results of the lab work.
I went home and watched TV until nightfall. I couldn't eat. My stomach grumbled and my guts groaned. I felt like I had to take a crap. I took a sleeping pill and went to bed.
Wednesday afternoon the doctor called. All clear. No abnormalities. I hung up the phone and felt bile rise in my throat.
I made it to the bathroom just in time, leaning over the toilet and disgorging a fist-sized wriggling mass of pale worms. One of them landed on the toilet seat and thrashed about. Another dangled from my lower lip and slapped against my chin.
I vomited again, passing a thin liquid that looked like beef broth. The worm on the toilet seat fell into the water with its wiggling brothers. The one on my chin slid off of me and hit the floor. It stopped moving after a moment.
I hit the flush lever and turned to the sink. I washed my face and rinsed my mouth with cold water.
My boss called and asked how I was. I said I was sick. He wondered when I would be coming in. I wondered too, and told him I hoped whatever it was passed quickly. I took two sleeping pills and went to bed.
Late Thursday morning I rolled out of bed.
My arms and legs were itchy as hell, a tingling sensation which was quickly spreading across my back and abdomen.
I was getting hungry, but I had no appetite. I shuffled into the kitchen and got a cola from the fridge. I popped the top, raised the can to my lips and drank, noticing a number of red welts on my forearm. The itch was turning into a burning sensation. The cola tasted like piss, and I spit it into the sink.
I scratched savagely at the red welts on my forearm, peering at them and wondering what the hell they were, when suddenly one of them broke open under my fingernails and began to bleed. I watched in horror as a long pale worm struggled free of my flesh, whipping about wildly and smearing what little blood appeared on my skin. The worm pulled free of my arm. I flicked it into the sink with my free hand and washed it away under a torrent of hot water.
I unplugged the phone and sat on the sofa in front of the flickering TV. I had eight sleeping pills left. I wasn't sure if it was enough. I dry swallowed all of them at once, struggling for five minutes to force them down my throat. They tasted bitter, awful, and I drifted to sleep in front of the television.
The only dream I remember is a fragment featuring the girl I'd kissed and fingered Friday night, in Flanagan's, standing in the hall halfway between the shitters and the back door where patrons stepped out for a smoke.
She'd been blitzed on tequila, kind of a skank, but she had an ass like a ripe piece of fruit and as soon as I slid my hand into her panties I knew her engine had been idling for a while and she was ready to go.
I got two fingers inside of her while nibbling her neck and left ear. She was pretty tight and I was looking forward to getting in there, but her breath was rancid and I was trying to avoid having her breathe in my face.
She grabbed my face and started kissing me, and her body lurched, a damp belch passing from her mouth to mine.
That wasn't the first time some chick with a skinful had nearly puked on me and luckily I was sober enough to push her away. I felt a tickle in the back of my throat and wondered if she'd actually launched a chunk of food or something into me, but it went away and I forgot about it.
She called me a prick and an asshole and then heaved a splash of tequila sour onto the wall. I just slipped out the back door and headed home.
I awoke sometime after dark, lying on my stomach. There was a damp stain on the carpet under me, a mixture of partially digested sleeping pills and more of that thin, beef broth vomit. I sat up, feeling groggy and thirsty. The other apartments on either side of me were silent.
I was hungry, painfully so.
In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing a pale, frightened face. I looked for the worm that had fallen on the floor near the toilet. All that was left of it was a line of white dust which swirled away when I breathed on it.
My stomach rolled with an unsettling mix of nausea and intense hunger. I went to the fridge and pulled the door open. Looking at the food on the wire shelves was like watching a color film on a black and white TV. It was almost right, but not quite what I wanted. I grabbed my coat and went outside.
It was a warm night. I felt hungry and cold. I wandered down a bright street and passed a number of fast food joints. The odors drifting out of the colorful restaurants made me nauseous. I turned down a side street which was dark and quiet.
I heard a whisper. "Hey buddy," the voice said.
I turned towards the shadowed mouth of a dark alley. A gun was pointed at me. A grimy hand was wrapped around it, the thick wrist half-hidden by a black leather sleeve.
"Get'cher fuckin ass in here!" The gun bobbed up and down. This way, please.
I was more concerned with the burning and itching that possessed my flesh than the pistol levelled in my direction, until I thought of the worms. A bullet in the brain. That might just do it. I stepped into the darkness.
After a minute my eyes adjusted to the dim light provided by a street lamp on the nearest corner. The kid holding the gun was a skinny, fidgeting, rat-faced punk.
"Are you going to shoot me?"
"Will if I have to man," he said. I noticed that he had bad teeth, rotted and misshapen. "Gimme'yer fuckin wallet."
I smiled. "Faggot," I said.
The kid's eyes popped open as if he had been slapped.
"Whad'ja say?" He jammed the gun in my face as if it effectiveness would be increased by moving it a foot and a half closer to my head.
The itch was getting worse. "What are you going to do once you get my money," I asked, "suck my cock at gunpoint? Huh? Homo?"
Sputtering and nearly dancing with rage, the kid pressed the stubby barrel of the pistol against my forehead. "Oh man," he wailed, "Oh you dumb motherfuck you're one fuckin dead fuckin asshole now man."
"I don't care if you shoot me," I calmly explained, "just don't stick your dick up my ass when I'm dead, Okay? You have that faggy look, you know? Not to mention those teeth, probably bent out of shape from years of cocksucking at gunpoint in dark alleyways."
The kid was so enraged that all he could do was wail like a kettle giving off steam. "Oooooh! Fuck! Oooooh! You're dead man! Dead!"
Unable to bear the burning itch any longer, I took off my coat. My shirtsleeves were rolled up, and a few dots of blood appeared on my arms. I started unbuttoning my shirt.
"What... wait..." the kid said, unsure of himself. "What're ya doin? What the fuck are ya doin man?"
Worms began breaking through the skin on my arms, around my neck, and on the backs of my hands, their white bodies dangling from me and slashing the air. I took off my shirt. My chest was looked like a field of waving grain, except it was writhing worms, breaking out all over my body in teeming, waving rows. They started falling to the ground. There were so many of them that they hit the street underfoot with a pitter-pat sound like a thick, obscene rain.
The kid began backing away from me. He was terrified. He dropped the gun and I smiled. "Jesus man, what'cha doin? What is this shit?"
"Beats me," I replied. I dropped my pants. My legs looked like they were covered with thick, dirty white fur. The worms were pouring out of me, piling up on the concrete at my feet. The pain and itching were gone. Now all I felt was growing hunger.
The kid turned and ran, and stopped dead after three dramatic strides. He moaned something vulgar when he realized that the alley was a dead-end. He looked over his shoulder at me. The worms were crawling towards him.
"Hey man! What are those fucking things? What are you? You fulla maggots? Get the fuck away from me man!"
"Hey," I said, feeling quite light-headed and happy in spite of my hunger, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just standing here. Man."
By the time I stripped naked the worms had the kid cornered at the back of the alley. I felt a cluster of the things fall out of my asshole, and a trio of them squeezed out of the head of my penis. They began engulfing the kid.
The kid began to scream, but his cry was cut off when a handful of worms crowded into his mouth. They crawled up his nose, up his anus, into his pores, into his eyes and ears. They filled the kid up. And then they began to eat.
I figure it took about fifteen minutes. The worms ate the kid as I squatted and watched, literally stripping him to the bone from the inside out, chewing on his clothes like crazed moths and letting his white, exposed skeleton fall to the ground.
The kid's bones lay in the shadows a moment, their stark lines seeming to blur as the worms moved over them. Then they began to rebuild him.
Sitting on the damp ground and watching in fascination, I saw the whole process and still can't believe it. When they ate the kid he kind of deflated, his skin sagging on his bones and then disappearing bit by bit. The restructuring of the kid was an abridged anatomy from the bones out. Tendons and muscles stretched from bone to bone as wet, balloon-like organs swelled and swayed and fell into place. More muscle and sinew coated the organs, sliding to the ends of the limbs like liquid and then setting as bands of pale white flesh raced outward from the torso and came together at the tips of the fingers and toes and on top of the skull which sprouted stiff hairs like needles that slowly softened and relaxed. They even recreated his clothes in a pile beside him, right down to the wear and tear of his leather jacket.
Soon the kid began to breathe. And choke. And puke up the worms. I swear he looked like a dumpster unloading, lying there on his stomach, his chin flat against the cement as he heaved up and spat out handful after cupful after shovelful of worms, spilling out of him until finally he retched, sniffled, and struggled to stand up.
The worms came back to me. My hunger was fierce, and they came into me through every orifice, making my eyes water and my penis itch maddeningly. By the time the kid was on his feet and wondering how the hell he got 'fuckin naked,' I was full. Full of worms, full of food. My hunger was gone.
The kid looked at me with a mixture of shame and terror as we both dressed, acting as if we had been stroking each other off in the damp darkness of the alley.
He was thinner, terribly so. The worms had taken from him. Fat and muscle and blood and bone marrow. Enough to feed me. Enough for him to live so he could feed.
Some worms had been left in him. Enough to start a new colony.
"Whad'ja do to me man?" He asked, pulling on scuffed cowboy boots. He sniffed loudly and I saw the head --or was it the tail?-- of a worm dangle from his left nostril and then scoot back up inside.
I thought a moment. What had I done? And what had been done to me? I shrugged, feeling sated and serene. "I ate you up," I said, trying to look sinister, "and spit you out."
The kid ran past me without a word, skidding onto the street, into the light and out of sight.
I went home and watched an old movie on a cable channel, relaxing on the sofa, not eating, not drinking, just sitting, and wondering when I would get hungry again.
User Reviews
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2005-08-25 20:30:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
UnGodly good. . .
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-08-20 03:59:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I think that I will never eat again.
Thanks for that.
-Dave
Submitted by ozzy (user info) at 2005-08-17 04:44:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Excuse me, I need to go and shout at my friend Ralph.
Submitted by sinna (user info) at 2005-08-17 03:37:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, you're a sick motherfucker!
My breakfast tastes funny.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-08-16 22:56:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow. I wanted to stop reading before I barfed but you had me hooked.
Get it? Hooked? Hook worm?
Eh, have another one, Munkey.
Submitted by MrSparkle847 (user info) at 2005-08-16 20:07:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Picture = EEK
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-16 18:29:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-08-16 17:57:24 (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't mind reruns if they're worth a shit....like this one.
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Holy bar-crawling Jesus.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-08-16 17:57:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't mind reruns if they're worth a shit....like this one.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-08-16 17:31:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was brilliant!
Submitted by manicvelocity (user info) at 2005-08-16 17:20:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pretty damn cool. The picture was the real kicker.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-16 16:42:33 EDT (#)
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Thanks guys. Glad to be the source of such revulsion. Makes a boy feel mighty fine.
Stay tuned.
Smith will return tomorrow...
If I can get my shit together.
Submitted by mush (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:59:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 because i dont want your worms attacking me.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:59:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
hmmm.
Well, yeah, disgusting. But the kiddie rape if far harder for me to read.
I'm beginning to think you're Stephen King in hiding or soemthing. Maybe his half sibling? Cousin? Alter ego?
Submitted by TheGirlWithoutATitle (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:56:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Happy uberversary. But I don't intend to eat until your next one.
Submitted by TheGirlWithoutATitle (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:51:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Dear...
God that was disgusting.
Submitted by MisterDevious (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:49:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Yummy! I haven't eaten dinner yet, and this story just made me hungrier. Wonder if there's any roadkill nearby I can nibble on...nothing like partially-digested-by-maggots skunk on a Tuesday afternoon!
MrDVS
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:45:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*cracks Jack's head open
*peeks inside
*runs away screaming
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:37:43 EDT (#)
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I was eating some macaroni salad slatherd in mayonaise as I read this.
You write some original shit man.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:32:46 EDT (#)
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and I just had Fettucine Alfredo for lunch, you polesmoker.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:32:44 EDT (#)
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How did you KNOW I had fettucine alfredo for lunch?!
Good thing that was 2 hours ago.
Happy Uberversary.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:15:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-08-16 15:11:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm so fucking jealous right now! This was amazing, you bastard...
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:52:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:41:30 (#)
Ranking: 2
still waiting for ATP smith follow-up, btw....
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Yah, been busy at work. Better get started on deciding if Smith should stay dead or not...
Submitted by missflibble (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:49:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
loved this, but I think this photo may ahve been better- not the right kind of work, but i couldnt find the one from chain emails years ago of the woman with worms coming out of her bumhole...
http://www.badmovieplanet.com/3btheater/w/w-images/wormeaters/worm2.jpg
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:44:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Tastycat (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:40:23 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:20:06 (#)
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Nice one Jack; though not nearly as disgusting as I was hoping for.
Check this out: http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=9746
Warning for those of you that can't figure it out: Link is disgusting; and a video
Hooray for visuals
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What in the bloody fucking christ?
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? HOLY SHIT
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:41:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
still waiting for ATP smith follow-up, btw....
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:41:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This shit was wild. I'm glad I haven't eaten yet today either.
Submitted by Tastycat (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:40:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:20:06 (#)
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Nice one Jack; though not nearly as disgusting as I was hoping for.
Check this out: http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=9746
Warning for those of you that can't figure it out: Link is disgusting; and a video
Hooray for visuals
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What in the bloody fucking christ?
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:39:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ess-arr (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:46:00 (#)
Ranking: 2
happy uberversary
-=-=-
three days until mine.
Submitted by dodahdave (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:36:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck, Jack. I just finished breakfast!
Submitted by SkinnyKenny (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:34:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh my god.
Submitted by Vulva (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:27:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not hungry anymore, thanx.
Vol.3 has been released!
http://www.ubersite.com/m/73277 <----Go Vote mang
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:21:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
STAR TREK II
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:20:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice one Jack; though not nearly as disgusting as I was hoping for.
Check this out: http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=9746
Warning for those of you that can't figure it out: Link is disgusting; and a video
Hooray for visuals
Submitted by Grownasskid (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:11:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
unsavory to say the least
Submitted by WildcatMcGee (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:08:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:05:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I am staying away from flanagans.
Submitted by Rope (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:05:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What is the matter with you?
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:03:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ewww just eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww
Submitted by CrazyCanuck (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:02:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it. Now I get to go out for lunch. Chinese I think. Should be interesting.
Good story though.
Submitted by goose (user info) at 2005-08-16 13:02:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ugh. And cool.
I always say tequila is the drink of the devil.
Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:58:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by nitty34 (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:55:23 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by ess-arr (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:46:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
happy uberversary
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:44:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by PokeyPecker (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:40:03 (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:37:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm going to skim this a while later, after my lunch settles...
But this is a pre-emptive +2.
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Same here, only I'm giving you a +1 instead. That picture made me retch. Asshole.
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What part of two warnings and the use of the word DISGUSTING did you not understand?
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:43:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Right when I was eating spaghetti. Thanks, jerk!
Submitted by PokeyPecker (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:40:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:37:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm going to skim this a while later, after my lunch settles...
But this is a pre-emptive +2.
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Same here, only I'm giving you a +1 instead. That picture made me retch. Asshole.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2005-08-16 12:37:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm going to skim this a while later, after my lunch settles...
But this is a pre-emptive +2.