Creeping Dawn: The Rise of the Black Centipede

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Willy Rowe is always happy to have some fun at the park. Especially considering no one seems to age past 10 anymore, and everyone's bodies have hyper proportions! Willy and his friends make a big, sexy mess of the park, just like they do every day. What’s the wealthiest neighborhood you know of?” I asked a cabbie outside just after I touched him.

Ahhhhh. This is a new question. I’m sorry, Mike, but it’s definitely beyond my pay grade. You turning us into drones - the issue of imposing your will on others - freedom of choice - yeah, that’s something I can’t really help you with. If it makes you feel any better, though, I’m infinitely happier right now that I was this morning. Being your drone gives my life purpose and fills a hole I didn’t know existed.” His wife was next, the woman standing in the kitchen as we entered. She approached, welcoming me to her home as I reached out and touched her arm. Daniel, I want you to be totally honest with me, ok?” I said and the boy nodded. I sent a mental command to him, erasing the story I had implanted earlier. As I explored his mind, I determined that the Daniel standing before me was the truest Daniel that existed. “Are you gay or straight?” But regardless of the many differences that separate each creature from each other. The many flora and fauna scattered in these lands all have one thing in common. It is in no way presumptuous of me to say that I am the single most influential human to have ever lived.I was was a sophomore at the University of Montana Tech. Barely nineteen years old, I dreamed of getting my chemistry degree and trying to find a job working for a large pharmaceutical company that would pay well and provide me with a comfortable life. I was a normal guy, partying a bit too hard maybe but otherwise getting good grades and wining the affections of my peers and professors. My parents were normal, living and working in the suburbs of Cheyenne and taking care of my two younger brothers. Life was pretty average and nothing was really out of place. I read a lot,” he said. “Science fiction and stuff. You know, I may be fourteen but I’m pretty freaking brilliant.” Home to a myriad of creatures, some of which are known, some of which are of a more mysterious and unknown nature. These creatures are known to lurk around this part of the world, whether it be the brutish orcs that ravage these lands, raiding and pillaging villages they come across. Or the vicious carnivorous flora that trap unsuspecting prey and slowly consume the still living and breathing creature until it is nothing but mere bones. The lands are nothing short of diverse with how many living beings can be found here.

Pete, my thirteen year old brother, was about to start eighth grade and the latter half of the summer was filled with him strutting around the house like the soon-to-be big-man-on-campus he thought he was. It was funny, actually, and I teased him about it pretty regularly. Wiltmore Middle School, where I had been big-man-on-campus years earlier, had a pretty close-knit student body in part because there was slightly less than one hundred kids split between the sixth, seventh, and eighth grades and in part because the school was a very respectable private institution flushed with well-to-do families. Cheyenne was not a huge town by any stretch of the imagination and Wiltmore was generally well regarded within the community for it’s academic prowess. Lyle, I’m going to punish Chester for his behavior. What do you want him to do? Be your body guard? Take you to the movies? Give you his christmas money? What?” I didn’t engage in any hanky-panky during the week because I felt emotionally drained by the loss of my grandfather. Truthfully, the tryst with the boy on the plane, Charlie, happened before the real emotional impact of the death had hit me and I spend the entire week consoling family members and being consoled in return. I did think about my powers quite a bit, though, and came to the conclusion that I did not need to be careful as to whom I turned into a drone. By the time the funeral was over, I had over one hundred fifty drones in my colony. Nothing felt different when someone was added and I knew, deep down, that there was no limitation as to how many I cold turn into my drones. Grandma Betty was apparently holding up but my uncle in South Carolina and my aunt in Louisiana were both on their way to Miami at the moment to be there with her. My mom was trying to figure out her own flights so she could get down and comfort her mom. “Do you want me to fly to Miami too?” I asked, knowing she would probably say that I should wait until the funeral.Feeding tip: Feed with a high-nitrogen fertiliser every two weeks until early summer as this will produce long trails, then switch to a low-nitrogen feed to encourage more numerous blooms. I bet their are Orcs and Goblins and Milkmen and Werewolves that go out of their way to keep an eye out for boyscout troops visiting non-domesticated locations. Hell, the Milkmen probably pay the higher-up scout administration huge bribes to schedule trips into the wilderness where Milkmen teams are waiting. I wonder what the disappearance rate is for Scout troops in the wild? Oh. Oh.” he grunted, his hand flying over his boyhood. “Yeah, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” And I knew he was. I could feel it through the connection. That’s right,” I said. “So, first thing’s first. Daniel, how about you hop up on the side of the pool. You are going to demonstrate an orgasm for your brothers. Ugh,” I grunted as a man accidentally bumped into me, our hands touching for just a brief moment. My mind whirled. Adam White was a middle aged accountant who was taking a well deserved vacation to Miami with his eleven-year-old son Charlie. He looked forward to relaxing on the beach and eating the local fare, all while doing absolutely no work and ignoring his pestering clients. He was also now my drone. “Oh, hey Adam,” I said automatically, smiling at my unexpected fifth drone.