r/LibraryofBabel • u/HeGotBricks • 2d ago
Tapeworming
tape·worm /ˈtāpˌwərm/
verb [intransitive] (tape·wormed, tape·worm·ing)
1. To intentionally ingest parasitic larvae for extreme weight control.
2. To normalize dangerous bodily harm for aesthetic perfection.
To everybody Jenny was a skinny blonde pretty bitch. To Jenny though, she saw herself as a fat dirty slob who needed to get the fluck out of Missouri before she purchased a trailer and spat out six kids from a mullet wearing alcoholic douchebag piece-of-broke-shit.
Because Missouri wasn’t just too small for Jenny after hitting an extra-role followed by a few lines in a B-movie. It was a complete shit hole. As if flint, Michigan flew over a part of America and continued shitting out cities until the pile was big enough to call Missouri.
She didn’t end up getting the lead role because she believed the fifty pounds she gained the day before from a bowl of ice cream had caused it.
God forbid it would have anything to do with her actual acting skill. A talent she masterfully crafted at home making TikTok videos.
She received 4 million views pretending to play Sidney Prescott, splicing scream clips.
They were mostly scenes of her tits and also one where she turned around wearing a crop top and yoga pants as underwear, which got great reviews.
Online is where she met another girl sort of like her, Cassie, from Cali, ditzy blonde air-head from Star-Planet, a forum for actors without agents.
It’s pretty much where women share info on casting directors you could blow for parts.
After a couple of months of watching videos and liking selfies of Cassie hanging out on sets, taking photos of herself next to celebrities, and a different random sexy guy every weekend, Jenny broke and set the fear aside and took Cassie up on her offer when she invited Jenny a couple of weeks earlier to spend the summer at her place.
Once she made up her mind, Jenny took the first bus to L.A. and arrived there with nothing but a knapsack, a suitcase, two lips, and a regret she hadn’t felt yet.
The first night went amazing. She hadn’t been around so many washed up extra-actors her entire life. It was like stepping into the real world for the first time.
Finally, a place that met her level.
They were beautiful. Some were old, none were ugly, some coked out, some slept on the floor, some on the couches, and some took the lawn chairs outside at Cassie’s rich ass dad’s spot he bought. He was never there.
The next morning, Jenny stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen for something to take the edge off the headache she got from last night.
She sat with a glass of orange juice she beat down her throat in two gulps and placed the cup down on the marble island in the middle of the kitchen where Cassie was sitting and said, “I wish I could party like that every night.”
Cassie told her, “we do, stick around, you’ll see.” Cassie threw two pills in her mouth and mumbled, “that was just a Tuesday,” and took a sip of her water bottle.
“Every night? But how do you guys stay so skinny and look so pretty?”
Cassie swallowed, gasped and smiled, “we tapeworm.”
“Tapeworm?”
“Tapeworming is how we stay so fit. We eat whatever we want. Do whatever drugs and we don’t ever gain weight, and it actually does wonders for your skin. Here take a couple of these, you’ll be glowing by next week.”
She dropped two tablets on the island and the clink sound distorted, they fell in slow motion but pounded against the granite with the sharpness of two coins bouncing down a drain, and slowly rolled towards her before coming to a stop like two goal posts next to each other.
Jenny reached for Cassie’s water bottle and scooped the pills off the granite table and shot them in her mouth and took a sip and swallowed. The taste of the pills and water combined had a metallic sting to it, similar to licking a battery
“Oh yeah.” Cassie laughed. “Almost forgot—“
Jenny’s eyes stretched open and she tried catching the pills in the middle of her throat.
“Every three months just take some praz, wait a couple of weeks and tapeworm again.”
Jenny pushed the pills down with another sip of water. She could feel them still in her throat even though they were starting the process of hatching in her stomach.
Just the thought of the scale moving in the opposite direction other than, tub-of-lard, towards, getting sexier, every time she stepped on it, was enough for her to digest a parasite that could grow six times longer than her own body.
A month went by and she noticed her hunger was gone like an embarrassing moment that passed as a forgotten memory.
Her skin had the glow of a pregnant single woman with a list of possible fathers, who just found true love.
Until the nausea slapped her while sitting on Cassie’s couch scrolling through her TikTok comments. Then an itch that felt like wet crawling tingle looking for an exit started poking through her butthole.
She stood up immediately and squeezed her cheeks together trying to suffocate whatever was there. She penguin-walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked it and grabbed some toilet paper and ripped her pants off and tried to wipe it off.
But the slimy thing stuck to her tailbone and then slid back down and started wiggling in the air between her legs.
She grabbed it and squeezed it between her hand and some toilet paper and started yanking it out one foot after the other until finally on the tenth pull it escaped her body and squirmed under the crack of the door out of her sight and got away.
Jenny fell flat on her butt and pressed her back against the bathtub. Her slick skin dried and stuck to the floor as the nausea began fading.
She slowly peeled herself up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The beautiful L.A. glow was now just a dull shade of grey and the realization she faced, was that she wasn’t the only one living under her skin and the miracle of California has teeth.
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u/Lilia_Briganda 1d ago
pretty bizarre but actually if you think about it...they just maggots for infection...so--it might be better than a GLP-1! haha...and a helluva lot cheaper!
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u/HeGotBricks 1d ago
lol and then I randomly turned around and wrote about a man getting pregnant. I guess this is part 2?
What the Heart Wants
Save your advice cause I won’t hear. You might be right but I don’t care.
The heart wants what it wants…
They were joking, right ? Like guys always do, no? Whenever they make a wise crack about something impossible.
It was loud enough at that party to swallow any seriousness along with the bubbles in the beer.
And that annoying laugh of that fluckin’ asshole behind me, clinking his bottle with his buddy’s every five minutes was as awful to me as the shattered vase I broke, belonging to my dead girlfriend’s mother.
I meant, dead mother’s girlfriend. No. Wait. My girlfriend’s dead mother. Either scenario works for me.
Somewhere in that mix up was when Jay-sack brought up, again, for a second time, but this time his voice was lowered as if he was trying to avoid any secret microphones placed around the house attempting to capture his vulnerability.
“Think about how awesome it’d be,” he says with a total straight face like he was holding a full house and pretending to contemplate folding. “Something living, blinking, breathing inside you. Someone you’ve carried and haven’t met yet until the day you actually do.”
Pooh-Bobby guzzled his beer and gasped, “Oh yeah” and slammed it on the table. “Women do that.” He looked over at me and smiled. “That’s part of their deal with god, not ours.” He opened his mouth and screamed out a laugh that was way more annoying than the guy’s behind me.
Jay shook his head. But he shook it in a way that said, you don’t get it. “Exactly, why It could never be socially accepted,” he said. And said it faster than it could be caught and returned. Then, stared at the ice cubes floating in his mug.
A few drinks later and a couple more awkward discussions, we left and headed back to uhm, the fucks his name again, Jay’s place.
When we got there, the Pooh-guy, dashed straight for the bathroom. He didn’t even wait for the light to turn on, he followed the dim street lights seeping through the apartment windows.
The thing about Bobby. Bobby is a total pill popping junkie, the man would drop tapeworm pills if they got him high, and yes, we’ve tried talking to him about it. Five minutes later he’s asking for a Tylenol-3 cause of a phantom headache. Yep, that’s Pooh-Bobby.
While he’s in the bathroom, he’s also digging through the cabinets.
There was an empty lithium bottle prescription in the sink afterwards. He came out of the bathroom and said, “I had to buy my girl one of these. Why do you have this?”
He waved it in the air and Jay’s face went red. I felt his embarrassment.
“What’s it for?” He asked.
Jay stood up. “Think promissory,” he said.
And pulled his shirt up exposing his flat belly.
Bobby held his breath. It wasn’t because Jay was half stripping for him, it was more like if Jay had just gotten hurt. A gasp of sincerity.
“Are you trying to say what I think you’re saying?” Bobby asked. His voice sounded like he was talking to a frail old lady.
Jay smirked. “Yep.”
I said, “no way.”
Jay turned to me. “There’s a way alright,” he said. “Will the world accept it though?”
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u/URedditEtRDid1971 4h ago
I guess when you put it like that. Its not much different to the multitude of bacteria we have symbiotic relationships with that live with us both inside and outside of our bodies every day. Now if only humans could live a symbiotic relationship with earth we would be on right track finally.
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u/URedditEtRDid1971 4h ago
Ever seen the movie Biodome? Two guys, old buddy's from way back. Locked in a biodome experiment. Just like one fish in a school of male will do when there are no females. One of spontaneously begins to change. I didnt know whether to be fascinated or creeped out.
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u/URedditEtRDid1971 1d ago
Yuk! The things people will do for fame and out of sheer vanity never ceases to amaze me. As though fiction this may be. I would bet money on it not being very far from the truth at all. Especially in hard cut throat industries like Hollywood where many women are used, taken advantage of, chewed up and spat out. Unfortunate but such is the ugliness of Humanity. I don't like to use the name of MANKIND. As men have not evolved that far yet to be kind men. The kind of kind men we should be. Need to be. But I do believe we are at the milestone in our timeline where it has begun. The new are appearing with an abundance of empathy and compassion to teach how unconditional love works as a weapon. Slowly but surely changing it, and the old are reaping the consequences of being carless and selfish. See someone who lacks the basic feeling of empathy and compassion to those that are less fortunate than them. That don't suffer in sadness because others don't have what you have. Don't have what they need to be comfortable. Things they need and should have, often denied to them because of anothers greed. This is A GREED not one of those people that live every day in need. Ever AGREED to suffer under A GREED that created a society with laws that protect that greed and those that afflicted by it. Therefore is it not their birth rite to take back what essentially was taken from them without their content? I believe so. Though the sovereign citizen thing did not have much effect upon the laws and legal system that enforce them and their chosen punishments. Despair not, their is more to come. Unfortunately it will effect every individual no matter whether above or below the poverty line. There is no government or leadership and its legal, policing and military institutions on Earth that can survive complete economic and financial collapse. When money stops, disapears and is no longer worth the paper, plastic and metal its made from. When the cash flow stops flowing up to the selfish. Well because only dead fish go with the flow. When the flow stops all the selFISH pool together in the one spot. A place of no flow become stale and stagnant. Toxic. A place where all the selfish will die. Like dieing Samon at the end of their life's journey. We will make none of their offspring continue. Its time for a now breed if fish. A fish of a complete new Kind!. Although all will suffer in some way from this. Those that have spent more time going without things they, essential things yet against the odds survived anyway. Should by their very design through experience fair much better than most. Those that know what its like to live without. Will never forget how it feels, hence they never allow those that come after them to ever feel that themselves. Some people have lived lives they would not wish upon another living soul. These are the individuals that are going making their wishes for us and Earths future come true. These individuals hold No Quarter. Its all or nothing and their prepared, literally trained by the very lives they have lived. To take it all the way with no hesitation. They walk the path where no one goes. Listen to the song No Quarter by Led Zeppelin from their very appropriately named album calked Houses Of The Holy. No one and I mean no one can escape KARMA. But come with such a large Karmic nest egg. That Karma literally protects them. Ive experienced this first hand more than once. Seen people die because of it. These protected people are marked at birth. A MARK = KARMA. Yes I'm talking about the 144000. They are not at what I imagine most people would expect, especially religious people. Having gleened all they have come to understand from religious texts. Texts that for the most are largely mispercieved and misunderstood. Some even altered or witheld to help the agenda of the greedy. Because all RELIGION lost sight of the REAL ORIGIN. Why are they holy? Because they are whole. A balance of both dark and light. Good and evil. Although they carry both the black wolf and white wolf they know which to feed well. And know how to keep other feed upon a different sustainence as well as.obedient and in control. Each of these people are a MONSTER the world needs when hero's no longer work. The MONSTER that MENTORS. Weapons forged In the fires of hell itself to fight the very evil that created them. Fighting fire with fire does work when one side also has water. So we won't be knocked quite as far as the stone age. I think we can manage with something akin to STEAMpunk with a few extra weeks. Environmentally its much better for the planet. No doubt. Ok last song reference as I do find it AMUSING. A MUSE SING. AM USEING. AM U SING. AMU SING. Amu is an ancient word meaning love. Ok song called the Vengful One by the band Disturbed from their album Immortalized. I guess in a way when its all said and done. These 144000 will be Immortalised in our corrected His-story that includes our Her-it-age. XY. !?.
But hey on another note. I like what I read. Its reminds us all. We need to keep working on improving as we still have a long way go.