It all started when i was about negative 3 years old. My parent's had concieved a child by the name of Osman. There is no subtle way of saying it so i'll put it bluntly. He did not measure up to my parents standards and so they spent the next couple of month's salary on the unwanted baby pampering to it's every need. If it cried my mom fed it, if it ccried my father cleansed it. The baby not being as awesome as me could not walk at birth so my mother was forced into the slave labor of having to carry the burdensome child. This continued for quite some time, untill my parent's remembered an old proverb " If at first u don't succeed, try, try again." And so after being trapped for decades in a dirty slum called the testicles. There was an opening in what was called the uterus, It was said that living their was the same as being a king. Every now and then there was a contest where millions of sperms like , I, would have the opportunity of living in it. However if the great demon god condom, masturbation or birth control pill were involved, all the racers turned into sacrifices and died horribly, with no winner. I had felt that this time was different and i could win, so i had decided to participate. On that sunday the city expanded and grew in size so we knew it was time. The city started to rock back and forth so we knew it was definantly time and not just a warning drill. We all waited for the gates to open so we can travel to the new world called uterus. Only one racer would survive and i knew it would be me. The gates of Scrotum opened and i ran for my new found destiny. Many racers sabotaged each other with cheap trickery like tripping or clothes lining each other but i spent years practicing so i avoided it all.The pink walls surrounded me and i knew i had won. I was victorious. The uterus was all mine.

Part two

Or so I had thought. Apparently I had a roommate by the name of egg. My roommate was a nuisance and much larger then me. It picked on me because of my different chromosomes. At first I had nothing but contempt for Egg but in time I had learned to live with her. Us being so alone we had to go to each other for comfort. In time we went from strangers, to enemies, to friends and then to lovers. I loved her despite egg being 10000 times bigger then me. I didn’t care what anyone thought I loved her no matter how massive she was, and she loved me no matter how small I was. We grew closer and closer, until we became so close that some would even go as far as calling us “one”…..or a fertilized egg, but then again it depends on whether or not you’re a romantic. Eventually I had learned that the rumors of the uterus being a paradise land was false, had it not been for egg I would have never coped with the loneliness, also there was a shortage of food, because of her large size egg did not notice but I was using her for her energy, I loved her but I was still a user. I had survived the race I was not going to die now! Over a period of time I had realized the reality, and the gravity of my situation. Egg was a siren, she had betrayed me! She had lured me to this land in which there was no escape! The ground and sky of Uterus were contracting and shrinking in size, it was as if Atlas himself was growing tired. Soon I would be crushed into oblivion. On the 9th month the sky and ground began to crush me. An unfathomable pressure was applied. Then I saw the light and the pressure was gone. Hands were reaching out to me and I began to cry, I had never been more happy in my entire life. Heaven was a great place. A man later known as doctor called out, “Miss, You have a son” I had survived, and I had died, but now I live.

Part 3

Upon “being born” As the citizens of the new world I had conquered had called it, I had found something rather intriguing. My size had some how been distorted when I passed though the dimensional time rift, right before I had died…sort of like g*ntz, but your not old enough to know what that is(18+). I was later placed inside something known as the maternity ward. At first I thought it was a fitting name for my soon to be palace, but it was only then that I started to realize what was happening. Hundreds of ugly grotesque creatures known as “Babies” occupied it. Later in life I learned that these babies were suppose to be “cute”…ugh nasty little things
I was either held within a trial to see if I had the courage to rule, or I had fallen into a villainous trap, and these vile creatures all planned to eat me. I stood strong. I screwed my courage to the sticking place and kept buoyant with my head above water. All I had to do was instill fear within these beast and I’d be left alone. My lungs absorbed an abundance of air from the new world and released a loud shriek. A shockwave of fear struck each baby inside the room. At first a pestilent silence covered the area, but then a baby released a noise so vile and wicked that I could do nothing but hold the ears on my head. It was known as a “cry”. Immediately this caused a ripple effect and the other babies chimed in. A trepidation began to run about within me.
Just as I was about to panic the door opened and a storm of trained monster servants known as nurses came in. Immediately they had obeyed the commands of each child, whether it be feeding, changing, burping or just because they wanted them to come to their summoning, so that they could feel power. That power was mine, and mine alone and yet those cunt scabs tried to show they were stronger then me? I don’t think so. In my mind I had killed each one of the 4 times all I had to do was wait now, and so I did. Eventually the nurses left and I stood there inside the maternity ward at the age of 3 hours(age and time was a concept not understood to me at the time) I stood up as a potential mass murder. These demonic ”babies” were dead to me, and soon to the world.

Part 4

In my mind I had stood, but the sad truth of reality is that I merely rocked a little bit to my side. I was confused. Were the babies using some sort of mind over matter apparatus in order to limit my movement? It does not matter my mind was a fortress and I would over come it. Once again using all the strength I could muster, I attempted to lift m self but rather then that the only thing my futile efforts were able to move were my bowels. I felt something twist and turn and cringe and crunch within my mid-section. Then relief…or so I had thought. A first warm and pleasant then cold sticky an soon to be itchy sensation ran through my bottom. It was uncomfortable, and frankly If I had a choice I would rather not do this ever again in my life (Guess what I did ten minutes later!).
I waited and waited for it to go away but it just would not! I had no choice. In order to have this changed I had to mimic the creatures that I despised in order to survive this discomfort. First I gathered my thoughts then I focused on the memory of the noise or “cry” that the babies had made. I tried, but something was stuck in my throat. I couldn’t breathe! Then I “spit up” some funky colored goopy liquid.
My first try was unsuccessful. I need to release the correct pitch in order to call forth the “nurses”. After a few more tries I had made it right and a nurse came right up to me actually believing that I was a baby! Then she did something I was not expecting. She raped me. She took of my under garment and put on a glove and took some type of sex tool, napkin/wipe looking thing and raped me. She rubbed me down, wiped me up, then put some sort of powder on me(sidenote: Well, in Anaheim they say that Omer’s cock grew three sizes that day lol jk….on a serious note rape is not cool). The odd discomfort went away but I slept in silence and fear of those nurses. If it could be helped I wouldn’t let my stomach win over me ever again. Every now and then a nurse came in and violated me once more…it was horrible. Of all my memories this was the worst. I never made another sound. All my bravery and strength and courage was gone, they had broken me. I did not cry after that, but if I was to say that my eyes were not without a tear I would be lieing.

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