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A Taste of Power (Cannibalistic Worm SI)

Summary:

You've read this sort of story before, a man fills out a CYOA and wakes up to discover he's been dropped into a fictional world and must live with the choices he made. He then embarks on a quest for ultimate power by er... eating people. Also, there's a harem.

Notes:

Disclaimer: I do not own Worm, nor the CYOA I used for this fic, nor the image I posted to this chapter

Also, I recommend reading this on a desktop, laptop, or perhaps tablet. I wrote it on my laptop and it looks weird on my phone.

Chapter 1: Awaken, Beast

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

This is a sentence. - Future Alpha’s narration
“This isn’t,” - present speech
I won’t do this often - Present Alpha’s narration
This is vital to the story - Italicizing for emphasis
‘Actually it’s to pad the wordcount’ - Present Alpha’s thoughts

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January 1st, 2001
McVeay Compound
Keyes, Oklahoma

My first day in Earth Bet holds a lot of important memories for me. I remember…

The first thing I felt were the cuffs trying to dig into my wrists. I opened my eyes and looked down.

Down at my chest.

My rather large chest.

‘Oh, fuck! Not again!’

This is not the story about my first time in another world. That’s a story for another time, suffice to say, I failed my first jump eight years in due to… let’s say an emotional weakness and got nothing to show for it but two years’ worth of people telling me that I was delusional. By the end I had almost come to believe it myself.

But it had just happened again.

‘This is real. This is real?’

I still have no answers, even all these years later, for how I found myself in this situation, not once, but twice! I must assume some Random Omnipotent Being or perhaps an Alien Space Bat or Some Other Being Where You Must Capitalize Every Word decided my life was too dull and needed some excitement, that or I insulted him or her or it in some way. Whatever the reason, I was very upset at the thought of it happening again and even more upset at myself for absently filling out an interactive CYOA when that’s how my first nightmare began in the first place!

I was cuffed to a metal bedframe in a dingy, cramped white room with cheap paint chipping off the walls and a lone ceiling light in the middle of the room, bathing it in pale yellow. I was still wearing my shorts and t-shirt, though the t-shirt hardly fit me now. I remember looking at my arms and being shocked at the definition. My body looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s in his prime… if he’d had boobs that is.

Is it sexist that I can’t think of a single female body builder?

Eh, moving on.

In hindsight, the smart thing to do would have been to stay cuffed to the bed, pretend be a helpless damsel in distress, and only spring to action once I’d learned more and could take my ‘hosts’ out in one go, but I didn’t do that here, I was pissed. Pissed and not thinking clearly. It was my own damn fault for taking the Loss of Control drawback.

I strained against the handcuffs for half a minute with all of my might, my rage fueling my strength, before they snapped. Getting off the bed, I hardly noticed the cold cement floor, neither did I notice the full duffel bag in the corner or the camera with the red blinking light. Instead of thinking, I just howled with fury and threw my entire weight against the door, only to realize…

‘Oh. It was open.’

I went barreling through the door and into the middle of a long, filthy hallway, just ahead of me was another door. I was about to go for the door when it opened. That’s the moment when I saw the man who would change my life forever.

Yes, you read that right.

No, it’s not that kind of story.

There was nothing special about him, he was wearing plain brown overalls covered in dirt and loose bits of rock, with a cape of all things, attached to the back of it. On his head was a scratched-up old mining helmet. His face was completely plain and forgettable, though I will never forget it, with brown hair and brown eyes so dark they looked black in the dimly lit hallway. He was coming out of the room opposite me when he spotted me, behind him I could see a whimpering girl lying naked, chained to a bed and covered head to toe in bruises and dried cum. The room, from my angle, looked to be identical to the one I came from.

Once he saw me, the bastard raised his arms, his hands shifting into long, sharp claws and the dirt and bits of loose rock on his costume? They started flying through the air in a circle, faster and faster until they were spinning like the propeller of an airplane.

I just looked at him. I just looked.

And I smiled. This was the man I was going to eat. He would be my first.

Rumia

Notes:

This fic is crossposted to Questionable Questing.

To make this fic I used the latest version of Laithlin's Lewd Worm CYOA. The ID code I used for it is down at the bottom.

Special thanks goes to Laithlin for providing the inspiration for this fic.

The other inspiration for this was Unfortunate_Soul’s Murderhobo Gamer: Cannibal Edition. I was deeply disappointed that when the story got to the actual eating people part, the author created an Instant Consumption perk for the SI to use so there was no true cannibalism in the story. If you read that story, had been looking forward to the cannibal part and were disappointed, this is the story for you! Chapter Two is very graphic in the description! I gave myself nightmares when I wrote it!
If you don’t like that sort of thing then give this story a miss.

I usually hate harem stories as they tend to be badly written, self-indulgent trash IMO and I don't like the mind control and non-con elements usually found in them. To me a lot of them seem hateful towards women, like the authors are sick fucks who get their jollies by writing about raping or mind-controlling women. There are harem fics I do like, like some of the ones written by Cherico for example. The SI will have a harem and will use mind control, I'll try to keep the writing from getting too trashy. I also usually hate non-con/rape, it's not something that's ever really been a turn-on for me, but this story will have a lot of it as well. If that's not your cup of tea either please bear with the story. I promise to try to never trivialize rape or any other type of non-consensual sex. Sorry for the semi-rant.

Thanks to those of you who read the whole Author’s Note.

Updates on Fridays unless I get impatient.

Here's the ID:
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Chapter 2: Love at First Bite

Summary:

The first time's always a bit of a mess isn't it?

Notes:

Warning: This chapter contains cannibalism and lots of gore. Don't read if you're squeamish.
Disclaimer: I don't own Worm, Laithlin's Lewd CYOA, or the image I posted to this chapter

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

I just look into the eyes of the human scum before me as the moment stretches into seconds. My eyes flicker to the poor girl lying on the bed in the other room. Broken, helpless, the men who did that are monsters. I refocus my gaze to the man, his arms are up now, his fingers sharpened into claws, and beside him the cloud of dirt and rock is spinning faster and faster, a tornado of death, a meat grinder to those without enhanced physiology.

 

But not to me.

 

He strikes first, sinking his claws into my shoulders, meeting unexpected resistance. He says something but I don’t listen. Pain. My old self would be a blubbering mess on the floor right now. But not me.

 

No, I’m smiling.

 

The fool doesn’t run when he sees the wounds heal in moments, his eyes widen, and he lunges at me again, at first raking his claws against my chest, tearing into me.

 

But still, I smile.

 

Pain is nothing. I don’t even notice when the tornado of rocks and dirt slams into me, scoring along my back. My wounds are closing as fast as they open.

 

The man, now desperate, eyes wide with sweet fear, plunges his claws into my chest with all of his strength, tearing my organs, my… my heart!

 

PAIN.

 

This fucker. Bully. Rapist. Hate him.

 

Make him BLEED!

 

I hear something. Cacophony. Blaring. Voices.

 

I Don’t Care.

 

Faster he can blink my hands snap out and hold him down, dragging us both to the filthy ground. My heart, newly healed, starts pounding.

 

I can feel my jaw elongating in anticipation of what will happen next. I rip off his helmet. Breathing out a bloody chuckle, I say to him.

 

“I onna eat yu!”

 

With my teeth turned into fangs, with my lengthened jaw and my mouth dripping with saliva, I doubt he actually knows what I said, but he got the message. The scents of piss and shit meet my nose, mixing with the smells of blood and cum already present in the room, but he has one last trick.

 

The floor opens up under us and the room shakes. Rock and stone erupt from the ground and bite into my face, tearing into my eyes, I let go of the man to shield them and he dives into the ground, using his claws to burrow through the earth, as fast as a normal human could swim through water. He’s almost out of reach, almost free, when I grab his ankle, pulling him back to me. Screaming. Alarms. Eyes. Narrowing. Mouth. Watering.

 

Now!

 

Pulling him back to me. His right thigh, tantalizingly close. I open my maw wide.

 

NOW!

 

I know I will savor this; I will treasure this. Every bite.

 

NOW!

 

In the blink of an eye, my jaws clamp down on his leg. My fangs rip into him, through his dirty jeans, through his filthy skin, and finally…

 

Hot sticky messy blood filling my mouth. In the blood. Fear. Adrenaline. Tasty! And past that?

 

MEAT!

 

My mouth opens wider, tearing the corners of my mouth open, my cheeks. Pain is nothing.

 

My teeth dig further in, savaging the muscle. That German was right, he really does taste like pork, raw and very salty. It’s fitting, as the meat is squealing now. Like a piggy!

 

The muscles are nice, I love the warm pops they make in my mouth as I chew. The fat isn’t as chewy or tasty, it’s bitter so I eat it quickly, not savoring it like the blood and muscle.

 

My shorts are getting too tight, and I notice I’ve grown a cock, I didn’t have that a minute ago! I begin thrusting my hard ten-inch cock into the meat, though there’s no actual penetration apart from my fangs tearing into him. Although…

 

I’m thinking about taking the meat, pathetic sobbing thing that it is, fully. Of showing it how its victims must have felt when he took them against their will. It’s tempting, but there’s a more tantalizing thought…

 

Nestled in that thick skull of his lies the true prize! A gooey, juicy brain! Hardly used! I could have it now, call it into my hands with just a thought. But where’s the fun in that!

 

My jaw clamps down harder, a couple of my teeth hit something hard, his femur, but pain is nothing. Oh! He’s positively gushing now! Sticky, hot blood spurting against the back of my throat. His blood is rushing down my throat like it wants it, wants to be inside me…

 

His body DOES want it, I realize. It wants to be devoured! Needs it. I guzzle it down with relish!

 

Soon enough the meat has lost too much blood. I can feel the death coming. It’s too soon!

 

Pulling back, I look at the meat’s face, ignoring it’s barely coherent begging, before having an idea. I glance into the room, at the bed, the girl must have passed out. Poor thing. All it takes is a moment to do it, link myself to her, only a moment and I turn back to the meat and do the same.

 

They’re with me now. This is for you girlie.

 

Well, OK! Mostly for me!

 

I shift my body so my face is hovering over piggy’s face. Slowly, I give his left temple a long, sensual lick. Thickly coating it with his blood.

 

Goodbye piggy. I won’t forget you.

 

Thank you SO MUCH!

 

He calms down just a bit, thinking it’s over, thinking I’ll let him go. Silly piggy!

 

In a fraction of a second, I open my mouth wide again and chomp down hard on his temple. One of the softest parts of the skull. It’s hard. It hurts my teeth, but pain is nothing. My once-white slender fingers, now redredred, widen the hole, and there it is! The prize!

 

I bury myself in it. It’s beautiful, gorgeous and tastes SOO good!

 

It tastes buttery, but has the texture of mac and cheese made with Greek yogurt. Slightly sweet and savory, but the power!

 

The power tastes like nothing else! I can feel it in me now, thrumming. I pull on it and my hands turn into claws, long and sharp.

 

All the better to eat you with, my d-Whoosh!

 

PAIN. FIRE.

 

I extract myself from my meal and turn and look. Five capes. A fight.

 

Good!

 

iZombie is a good show

 

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Here's a link to my Discord, I'm trying to start up a community there but it's hard.

https://discord.gg/vGdEj44z

I put it here because you can't put links in the notes FSR.

If you need a beta for your own stuff, would like to discuss any of my fics, or get an early scoop on the next chapter then that's the place to go.

Notes:

AN: Holy crap did that get weird! Probably the most fucked up thing I've ever written but I'm sure if I keep with this story it will seem vanilla in a month or two. Hope you enjoyed it! If it squicks you then please know that the cannibalism and brain-eating will most likely only take up about a quarter to a third of this fic, that's all!

So, thoughts, criticisms?

Chapter 3: An Interrupted Meal

Summary:

Wouldn't you be cranky if someone attacked you when you were eating?

Notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or Laithlin's Lewd CYOA
AN: I had to break this chapter into two as I realized it was too long, this one's mostly a prelude to the cape fight.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Take a moment and think about this: what is your favorite meal? That one special dish that you love the most in the world. Can you picture it?


Go on, take your time.



Got it now? Good.

My favorite meal was a cheeseburger at a restaurant called Chadwick's in Old Town. The way it breaks apart in your mouth, the way the cheeses (white cheddar and provolone) and the beef intermingle, it seemed nothing short of heavenly.

...so when I tell you that eating the brain of that human shitstain known in the cape community as 'Gopher' made that burger taste like garbage in comparison, I want you to understand my full meaning.

How does one describe a sunset to one someone who has been blind their whole life?

Anyway, where was I? Oh right, your favorite meal! Please imagine that favorite meal of yours and then try to imagine that one day you get to taste something a hundred times better, and while you're eating that heavenly snack, five assholes sneak up behind you and interrupt you by attacking you! Rude!

So you can understand that I was a tad annoyed when five Fallen capes decided to interrupt mine, especially with a massive fireball no less. And not only did this fireball really hurt but it burned up the body I had been snacking on, overcooking it a bit.

Yes, that was not smart of them. At least these ones seemed a bit more impressive. Most of them were wearing armor that was reminiscent of Behemoth.

Standing in the center of the hallway, closest to me was a man with a breaker state, his skin black (not dark brown, completely black) and rippling with red electricity, in his hands there seemed to be a sword made of lightning, like Zeus' thunderbolt, but red. He wore plates of irregular heavy armor which looked to be bone with protruding spikes, the armor was also coursing with red electricity. I would later learn that his name was Karavnos.

Behind him stood two more, again, I'd later learn their names were Shockwave and Wail. Shockwave, a man with red hair, could project concussive blasts from his body but could only partially direct them. He wore the same heavy armor as his friend, though without the electricity. Wail on the other hand wasn't wearing armor, the petite Asian instead wearing a tight white bodysuit with concentric rings printed on it. She had the power similar to Black Canary from the Green Arrow comics, she had a sonic scream powerful enough to rupture organs and somehow melt metal. She had long silky hair dyed fire engine red.

At the furthest back were the last two, while the others all seemed to be in their 20s or 30s these two weren't. The first was a young teenage boy, dressed similarly to Shockwave, named Eligos, who had elemental control over air and could create blades out of wind.

Next to him was a man in his late 40s or 50s, with salt and pepper hair and wearing billowing black robes. He had only one eye, the other one looked like someone had taken a hot poker to it and looking back, I wonder if he did it himself to emulate his god, like how some Vikings would blind one of their eyes to honor Odin. This man was Father McVeay, and above an outstretched hand was a large fireball, identifying him as the one who interrupted my meal.

They all had a mix of rage and horror on their faces, looking at the burnt and half-eaten remains of their comrade.

My response to their attack?

I merely picked one at random, tagging them first, and used my second trigger Bone Removal power to pluck out one of their brains.

I just reached for the brain and suddenly it was in my hand, pulsing and alive, shrinking slightly at the sudden change. I brought it to my mouth. My second brain... well, it left something to be desired, not as tasty as the first, but it was the looks on the capes faces that was truly delicious as Eligos' body dropped to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut, blood seeping from its eyes and nose.

That's when I attacked and Hell broke loose.

Notes:

AN: So yeah, this ones mostly setting up for the next chapter which will be first person again, after that we'll have a chapter from the POV of the girl on the bed from the first two chapters. Sorry if it's a bit of a let down, I might post the next one early as compensation but don't count on it.

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https://discord.gg/KmUAaa9U

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