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I just got here and I already want to go home. Working the night shift is taking its toll on me. I yawn and stretch my limbs from the cushioned chair I stole from the nurses' station. I felt the satisfying popping of my joints and deeply enjoyed the short-lived comfort it brought. I look up and down the hallway at every door, checking for any lit call lights. Each door had one, and I prayed that they wouldn't light up the dark hallway. So far so good, but I've learned to never truly get my hopes up. They seem to always know when you get comfortable, when you let your guard down. I've been working at this shit hole for two years now and my body is already failing me. Then again, I was never meant to stay here for so long.
My eyelids become heavy and I want to let them close, but I must resist. I'm a deep sleeper and the second I surrender to sleep's tempting embrace, nothing will rouse me. I've seen too many good men and women get fired because they gave in. As my ongoing battle with sleep is in full swing, a light catches my attention. Shit, it's room 115. What the hell does he want. Sighing, I rise from my comfortable chair and make my way to the accursed door. Before I enter, I take a deep calming breath and force a pleasant smile on my face and walk in after knocking. "Hello, is everything alright Mr. Foster?" As I near the bed with fake concern in my voice, the thing lying in the bed jiggles before turning to face me. "Yeah, ha, just need you to go to the vending, ha, machine and grab me a soda."
The man is breathing laboriously as he speaks, and I have to fight the urge to frown at his request. This is the fifth time he's asked for a soda tonight. Why won't the fat fuck just go to sleep? Calm down, calm down, can't afford to lose this job. "Mr. Foster, this will be your fifth soda tonight. Why don't I get you some water instead?" The fat shit frowns and shakes his head. "I want my soda, not some water. The money is on the table, ha,ha, get me a grape no, an orange Fanta."
I curse inwardly and walk over to the table beside his bed. I grab the money surrounded by plates of food, empty bottles, candy wrappers and some other shit and head out. Grabbing his soda, I make my way back and hand it to him. As I turn ready to head out the fucking elephant seal stops me. "Can you open this for me, ha, and put a stew in, ha, thanks."
I turn with a fake smile, "sure man, no problem". After I open his soda and place a straw in it I hand it to him and head out. As I make my way to my chair, I spot another call light and curse under my breath. Walking over to the room, I head in and notice the lady on the bed sleeping. I walk over to the other side of the curtain, splitting the room in half to provide privacy for the two occupants sharing the room. On the other side I see an old lady, Mrs. Finch, and force another fake smile. "Hello Mrs. Finch, how can I help you?"
She looks at me and waves me over while saying, "I need to be changed". I nod in understanding, "I understand, I'll be right back". Walking to the bathroom, I wash my hands and put on some gloves. Walking back to her side of the room, I make sure I pull the curtain all the way, assuring the woman has privacy. Walking to her bed, I change her diaper. We aren't supposed to call it that, but that's what the damn thing is. Unfortunately for me she took a sloppy ass shit that was all the way up to her vagina. At this job I don't even have the heart to call it a pussy as I mainly work with old lady's so I try to be as clinical as possible. No young woman would allow a man to change her, and even if she physically could not do it herself, she would ask for a female aid. But these old women, they don't give a fuck. Shit, some of them enjoy the attention, or they are just too old to give a damn.
I wipe away the shit on her ass and vagina with baby wipes and get her into a new diaper. At this point the smell of shit and piss barely bothers me as my nose has long ago committed sensory suicide and barely works anymore. After finishing up, I head out after washing my hands and make my way to my chair. Just as I sit down, another call light goes off. Sighing, I get up and head to the room. I put on a fake smile and head in. "Hello Mr. Johnson, how can I help you?"
"Yeah man I need you to empty my bags". Walking over, I notice a small ballooned up bag on his stomach and the one on the side of his bed that is filled with piss. What the fuck is wrong with those bastards from the previous shift and not making sure all the patients are taken care of before they leave. This shit is near bursting and now I have to deal with it. After cursing the lazy fucks in my head some more, I put on a pair of gloves and get to work.
The bag on his stomach is a colostomy bag, it's connected to his intestines and functions as you would expect, it is a poop bag. For some reason, I never bothered to ask as I don't care. He can't shit normally and needs this bag. Looking at the clear bag, I can tell it's not filled with shit, which means it's filled with gas. Unluckily for me, it means I have to take care of it. If it was filled with actual shit, I would have to call a nurse over and they would clear out the bag as I'm not allowed to handle such a procedure. But since it's filled with gas, the fix is rather simple and within my scope of practice, unfortunately. It's rather simple, I just have to open the bag and let the air out. Sounds easy enough, but the gas is like a super concentrated fart as it's coming directly from his bowels and it's a revolting smell. Strong enough to get my semi comatose nose to jolt with the foul assault.
I decide to save this task for last as it's unpleasant and would make completing the other task difficult. The bag located at the side of the bed is connected to his catheter, a tube that is inserted into his bladder through his penis. Man, this guy is all fucked up, he can't piss or shit on his own. Getting a basin I empty the piss and once it's empty, I dump the piss in the toilet. Thank god I didn't spill any on the floor as I would have to clean it up, or worse, spilling on me. After that's done I make my way to the ticking time bomb and prepare myself. I take a deep breath and open his colostomy bag and press it down, expelling the gas. Once empty I hurriedly close the bag making sure it's secure as to avoid any leakage and nod my head to the man and head out. Before I make it out, though I run out of oxygen and am forced to breathe in and the smell of rotten eggs almost makes me bowl over and vomit in the hallway.
After a few moments of stomach contractions, I get myself under control and make my way to my chair. As I pass Mr. Foster's room I groan and head in as his call light turns on. "What do you need" I ask, forgetting to put on a fake smile and friendly demeanor. "I need to take, ha, a piss". Fuck! "Sure I will be right back", I say and head to the bathroom to wash my hands. I put on a pair of gloves and grab a basin. Heading over to the bed and hating what I have to do. "Roll to your side please", I ask the fat man who can't get out of his bed. He rolls over and I lift his gown and fish for his penis. I have to move his heavy gut out of the way until I find the inch and a half micro penis. I grab it with two fingers and angle it towards the basin in my other hand. If someone walked in the room at this very moment, they would see a man crouching in front of another man's private area with a hand disappearing under his gut and the other holding a basin. Not a good look, I assure you.
After aiming his little penis at the basin, I tell him to begin. I wait for a few seconds and nothing happens. I wait a few more seconds and start to lose patience. Looking up, I was about to say something when I notice the fat fuck has fallen asleep. I bit back the curses I was about to launch at the man and calmed myself. "Mr. Foster, wake up and begin. I have other patients to attend to."
Saying so, the fat man wakes up, and after a moment empties his bladder. After a few moments he finishes and I empty the basin in the toilet and head out of the room after washing my hands.
I finally make it to my chair uninterrupted and take out my phone to watch some movies. Suddenly my phone rings and I answer. "Hello,", after a moment a woman answers. "Yes Dom, it's me Sam,". "Hey Sam, what's up I'm at work right now." "Look I was heading out to get a late-night snack when I saw someone enter your house,". "What, who was at my house at this time?" "It was a guy, never seen him before. Some black guy, Jennifer let him in, but I didn't feel right so I called you,". I sit just processing all this and all kinds of thoughts pass through my mind. "Look, I'm on my way to the nursing home now. I'll fill in for the rest of your shift so you can head home. I'm off today and tomorrow so it's fine, but you need to get home immediately." "Yeah, thanks for telling me Sam. If I find out that bit,", "don't start jumping to conclusions man, for all we know it could just be a friend,". I grind my teeth in anger. "Friend my ass, it's 1:30 in the morning. Look man, thanks for letting me know and covering for me, see you when you get here."
After Sam showed up, I let the staff know I had an emergency and left. The drive home felt endless, like the road just kept stretching, preventing my arrival as best it could. God, I really hope this is all just some misunderstanding. I've been with Jenn for six years now, and I can't imagine her doing something like this to me. I've been faithful and have put up with a lot of shit for her. For fuck's sake, I cleaned up other people's shit for this woman. Eventually I arrive on my street and turn the headlights off. I park the car four houses down and get out. Walking up to the front door, I pause just before my hand grabs the doorknob. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I enter the key and silently walk in. The house is dark, but I can barely hear music playing upstairs. My heart is pounding and I amble up the stairs. Halfway up the music intensifies and a new set of sounds that have nothing to do with the music enter my ears. My heart rate dramatically increases and my surroundings fade, like nothing else exists in this world but the sounds emanating from the room and me. That voice is definitely Jenn's, but the other voice is the cause for my hyper awareness.
I force my feet to take another step, but each one feels heavier than the last. My previously rapidly beating heart slows down and a calm I've never known myself capable of takes over me. Standing in front of my bedroom door all doubt, uncertainty and anxiety are ruthlessly snuffed out. I grab the doorknob and twist, the door swings open to reveal my girl with her face buried in the sheets with her ass up. The unknown guy standing atop her with his dick pummeling her asshole. Before I can even say a word, she screams. "Oh god, yes, yes, don't stop. Ooh, ugh, I, I'm about to cum." As those words leave her mouth, a torrent of fluids sprays out of her pussy with such force, that they arc over the bed and across the room to land on my shoes.
Did this bitch, this whore, just squirt on my shoes? I close the door behind me and the sound alerts the whore and the guy of my presence. The guy jumps up and out of her ass while the stupid bitch doesn't have the sense of mind to stifle her moan at her sudden emptiness. The whore looks back and has a shocked look on her face and scrambles out of the bed onto her feet. "Babe! I, I didn't know, I didn't mean, I thought you were at wor-" PANG. The bumbling bitch couldn't even form proper sentences, so instead of listening to her nonsense, I took two steps and slapped the shit out of her. She flew back with the force and fell on the bed. Now, I've never hit a woman before, but that wasn't because I felt that a man should not hit a woman or any of that bullshit society likes to shove down peoples throughs as early as preschool. Nah, I'm a firm believer in that if you do some stupid shit that deserves to get blasted in the face, then I will give it to you woman or not.
The whore just lays there with her hand on her cheek from where I struck her, looking at me with shock. Her friend also looks stunned that I struck her. "What the fuck do you think your doing!" I look towards the idiot and step to him. "You are in my house, my house, fucking my girlfriend. I am doing whatever I want to this stupid whore and if you have a problem with that then I want to see what you think you can do about it."
The dumbass swings at me, but I just put my guard up, taking the blow to the shoulder and punching him right in the face. He stumbles back and I follow him and land a powerful punch with all my strength to his solar plexus and watch as he falls to his knees. He is gasping for air and clutching his chest, then falls over just trying to get in a full breath of air.
I turn and see the dumb whore still lying on the bed, speechless. She has never seen me display such violence before, and it has rendered her unable to process the events fast enough to take any action. I walk over to the closet and start grabbing her clothes into a pile, preparing to throw them out the window. If she thinks she can disrespect me like that by fucking another man in my house, in my bed, ANALY, she has got another thing coming. Shit, she never even let me fuck her in the ass but here she is, face down ass up on my bed taking it like a pro.
By the time the dumb whore awakens from her shock, I'm already tossing her shit out the window. She starts crying and begging me to stop and that she was sorry but I tune her out. She grabs my arm to stop me, but I just give her one look and she immediately lets go. For in that look, she could tell that I would have backhanded the shit out of her and she wasn't too keen on taking another hit to the face.
I went back to the task of throwing her shit out and she just started making excuses. How I don't pay her enough attention, how she was lonely, how I drove her to this. It was all whit noise to my ears. The dumbass on the floor finally got his breath and was making to stand, so I passed by him and kicked him in the balls. He bowled over and I went back to work cleaning out the whore's things.
Once done I toss the guys cloths out as well and grab the dumb whore by her hair, forcing her down the stairs to the front door. She was still naked, but that meant fuck all to me. I dragged her kicking and screaming to the door and tossed her out. By now some of the neighbors had woken up because of the noise the whore was making.
Some of the women protested at my rough and unnecessary treatment of the "poor" girl. "All of you who think to tell me what is right and wrong need to shut the fuck up. Martha you did the same shit, no, worse to your husband and not one of you nosy motherfuckers thought to say shit then. And Bill, take your whipped ass back inside, because if you say one word I will kick your ass". Bill promptly shut his mouth as he was just about to say some shit he thought his wife might like to hear at this moment, dumb bitch. His wife was howling like some banshee and was screaming at her husband to say something. Bill was a whipped son of a bitch, but he knew better than to test me, and his annoying ass wife was not worth the ass kicking.
As I turned back to my house, the whore tried to get back in by begging and crying some more. I straight ghosted the bitch and locked the door behind me. I walked upstairs to grab the dumb-ass but as I walked through the bedroom door it punched me in the face. We struggled for some time and fell down the stairs. It disoriented me because of a bad landing and the fucker started stomping me. I kicked him in the balls and got some distance, but as I was about to turn, he tackled me and then darkness took me.
I stand above a casket, looking down at my body. It has been a week since the incident and I am dead. Unfortunately, when the dumb fuck tackled me, my neck struck the coffee table, rendering me paralyzed. The fucker, unaware of this, proceeded to attack me for good measure. That was the finishing blow that put me under. I somehow floated out of my body and had a front-row seat to the events that followed.
The dumb-ass, thinking I was just passed out, left me there and went outside and seeing him the neighbors understood my earlier behavior. At this point, the police arrive and start taking control. One officer noticed my body and checks my pulse and found none and immediately called for an ambulance. Once the paramedics arrive the whore gets hysterical and starts asking what's going on. The paramedics declare that I have no pulse and the house becomes a crime scene. Some time passes and here I am, a ghost, or something of the like just looking at my dead body before my wake starts.
"How unfortunate". I jump back as I hear a voice by my side. Since my death, I haven't been able to hear or really interact with the world around me. Standing in front of my casket was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is tall for a woman, standing at around six feet, give or take. Flowing black hair that reaches her waist that frames her perfect face. She has the most beautiful pair of purplish blue eyes I have ever seen. Like a galaxy is held within and I feel like if I stare into these eyes for too long I would be lost to oblivion. Her body is a perfect hourglass figure with modest breasts with wide hips that fit her slender frame and a very enticing bubble butt.
"Thank you for the compliment, my name is Nehnera, nice to meet you Dominic." Her voice is so enchanting and for a second I lose myself in it. Regaining my composure, I walk up to the lady and extend a hand. "The pleasure is all mine Nehnera, you have an exquisite name, I've heard nothing like it." She takes my hand and smiles which nearly sends me to the beyond, but I don't show it outwardly.
"I would love to talk some more, but I don't have time. I am here to make a deal with you, Dom,". I nod for her to continue. "I am a goddess, and I am currently in the process of establishing a foothold onto a new planet. My link to this world is in danger and if I lose it, I will be permanently barred from that world for eternity. I would like to send you to this world to protect this link as long as she is my only worshiper."
"I believe I understand, Before I decide though, may I ask, Why me?" She looks me in the eyes and steps forward and places her hand on my cheek. "You were not my first choice, but the best choice in the time I have. Will you bargain with me Dom?"
I look into her eyes and no longer feel as if I would lose myself in there seemingly limitless depths. "As I have no actual plans as I'm dead, I agree, but I assume you won't be sending me with nothing". She smiles up at me and I smile back.
"indeed, this world has magic. It's similar to the fantasy worlds that you are familiar with. I will give you sorcery. Sorcery is an instinctive command of any one thing that you can conceptualize as an element. When I drag you through the interspace, the energies there will fill you and be channeled by your thoughts, giving you whatever sorcery you focus on. Depending on how quick your wits are, you should have time to grab four or five elements at a much higher level than human sorcerers normally get."
"Sounds good to me, let's get started," I say. "Excellent! Thank you, Dom. Do your work well, and I may have other offers for you in the future. Now, let's begin before it's too late. Just focus on the elements you want, one at a time. No one has ever done this for someone from a world like yours, so I'm counting on you to take as much as you can get out of this. But you're dropping right into combat, so don't forget to take something you can fight with!"
"Before you send me, can I create a new body for myself as my current one has died and I would like to start this new journey with a fresh look and a new name." "That is perfectly fine with me. Design your new body in your mind and then name yourself. But be prepared as the moment you state your name, you will begin your transition to the new world and must take as much power as you can along the way."
After saying so, she disappears and a character creation widow pops into my mind. I look back at my old body one last time before closing my eyes with a smile on my face, excited for this new adventure. I was always a dungeons and dragons fan and I always loved designing my characters. Looking at the screen, I sculpt my body to be six feet three inches with a lean physique. With that done I give myself light tan skin with a red undertone, silky black short hair done up in a nice fade, and finish it off with a flaccid seven inch dick. Now for my face, I picture Nehnera, and design a male version of her face but a bit more roguish. That done, I give myself the same Purplish blue eyes and am satisfied with the outcome. I wonder, as I imagine my body wearing the outfit of Vlad Dracula Tepes from Castlevania. Now for my name, what should my new name be? You know what, I always loved playing a dark vampire character and giving him a cool vampire name. My new name will be Nathaniel Von Carstein.
After saying the words I am pulled into a vortex like tunnel and I assume this must be my transport. The first element that came to mind was flesh. Flesh can be created or shaped, but also transformed. Dying to healthy, poisoned to purified, down to the very microorganisms. Knowledge blossomed into my mind, complex spell formulas flowing into my mind and I dug deeper to get a strong understanding and as much mastery as I could. The fact I knew about biology seemed to greatly help the process and I felt myself hit a wall with har far I could take it.
Next is force, a very flexible concept if you think of it as a way of controlling kinetic energy. Force fields and force blades. Telekinesis fields. Levitation and flight. I dug deeper, focusing on control. Once I felt I had enough, I moved on to my next choice.
Earth, to shape and bend it to my will. Then fire, but not too much, just enough to be able to heat things and maybe a small fire ball here and there. I am leaning more towards earth as there are far more possibilities.
Next is mana. The stuff magic is made of. A fundamental force of nature, obviously unknown to modern physics, but there must be some relationship to the standard model there or I wouldn't be able to exist in the same universe as Nehnera. Understanding blossomed as I focused on the concept. The nature of magic, its relationship to the other fundamental forces, how spells work, why they wear off, how to embed them permanently into objects. More insights and abilities coalesced faster than I could pay attention to them, just like with the other elements.
"You only have time for one more, hurry!" I heard Nehnera shout, and I quickly chose my last element. Binding and seals, the formation of contracts that bind to a person's very soul, forcing compliance. To bind living beings to one's will turning them into loyal followers, or as simple as a contract of mutual trust. Connecting oneself to many and having power over them. Knowledge surged into my mind, but unfortunately I can tell that what I can pull will only set if the target is willing. Forcing the target won't work. Oh well, that is fine I suppose.
Then I exit the vortex and am standing in a forest. I can hear the sound of battle and I know that I have arrived. I can't help the smile that forms on my face, I am starting a new life. Wonder what this world has in store for me?
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Bigbaby Hope you enjoy what I have so far. I have big plans for this novel. However, as I plan to write longer chapters the update will be lower. I think at the most three times a week but most likely twice. Let me know what you think of the intro. Also not for children. Peace.
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