Try These On For Thighs - Chapter 1
The Nerd floated serenely in his oval glass capsule filled with warm, nutrient filled fluid – attached to the outside world by a series of tubes and probes, and one single Internet connection plugged firmly to the back of his skull. He was an odd creature – thin, wasted body, arms and legs, and a huge head!
Lovingly watching over him were The Professor and his Assistant, Brainard, who, as well as drawing mega-salaries on grant money for The Nerd – hoped that he would awaken to full life one day and use that enormous brain to solve all of the world's problems.
So – to keep him happy and content – they fed him daily through the tubes on a mix of pies, pizza, fried chicken, beer and sugar-filled soda pop – all homogenised into a single syrupy mix that flowed into his veins and kept him and that enormous brain functioning at top speed! The two researchers had also attached waste disposal tubes to The Nerd – to take away all the unwanted rubbish from his body and brain and keep him healthy and hopefully allow him into full life some day – soon!
“Well, Brainard”, said the professor, “Looks like another day! No movement or excessive brain activity from our Nerd yet?”.
“No, Professor”, replied Brainard, “Just the usual low-level activity – mostly on that Internet connection. Guess we'd better pack it in for another day”.
Off went the lights, plunging The Nerd into darkness, except for the small night light that he could just make out through his single, fuzzy monocular seeing device – the one that the researchers had overlooked.
Deep within his mind, a thought grew, and grew! He would show them all! He would emerge, chrysalis-like, from his capsule, and conquer the world, using the enormous bubblebutt woman-strangling thighs that he dreamed of owning! If only they knew! Then he'd show them all!
He lapsed into sleep, dreaming of enormous thighs.......legs of lamb and chicken legs danced across his mind's eye.........
Next Morning....
“Morning, Brainard” said The Professor jauntily the next day. “Anything happening with The Nerd?”.
“No, Professor - not so much as a squeak on the monitors all night. We'll just have to be patient, I think, and keep on with our work!”.
“Quite so, Brainard, quite so! I'm expecting a call from President Ovama, so can you just hold the fort for a while?”
“Certainly, Professor – no trouble at all”, said Brainard as The Professor left the room.
The Nerd watched carefully as the tall thin old one left his sight, and the short one with glasses stayed, putting his feet up, and looking at all those dials and screens and so on. What was he doing? It all seemed to come from that funny plug in the wall, with that long grey cord coming out of it and into the back of the machines.
The Nerd slyly opened his Internet connection, and instantly googled 'wall socket grey lead machines', and within milli-seconds the answer came back – electrical power.
POWER, thought The Nerd, almost out loud, the thought screaming through his head, almost loud enough to wake Brainard at the monitors where he had fall into a light doze! I could use THAT, thought The Nerd! I could use that to make my bubblebutt thighs and make them work! POWER! POWER!
Brainard stirred, so The Nerd shut down his Internet connection quickly – they outside must never know that he, undisputed king of this capsule, now knew about POWER!
In the machinations of the Universe, with all its intricate highways and byways – of course other people were also thinking about power, only a different kind of power. Brainard slept on – The Nerd watched, and waited!
“Good Morning, Professor! President Bleck Ovama here – just calling to discuss your work and a few things related to the current economic climate”.
“Why certainly, Mr President”, replied The Professor, “What would you like to know about our work? We're at the stage of...”
“Hold it, hold it, Professor! I've got some good news and some bad news – and there's no easy way to tell you, so I'm going to have to go straight ahead with what I have to say. OK?”
“Well, yes, Mr President – you go right ahead”.
“Well – to sugarcoat this a little – we have decided that the best thing to do is to establish a new foundation and facility for Nerd research, and...to make it better... you're to be appointed the Head of the whole thing. You can choose your own staff as well. Now – how's that?”
Lovingly watching over him were The Professor and his Assistant, Brainard, who, as well as drawing mega-salaries on grant money for The Nerd – hoped that he would awaken to full life one day and use that enormous brain to solve all of the world's problems.
So – to keep him happy and content – they fed him daily through the tubes on a mix of pies, pizza, fried chicken, beer and sugar-filled soda pop – all homogenised into a single syrupy mix that flowed into his veins and kept him and that enormous brain functioning at top speed! The two researchers had also attached waste disposal tubes to The Nerd – to take away all the unwanted rubbish from his body and brain and keep him healthy and hopefully allow him into full life some day – soon!
“Well, Brainard”, said the professor, “Looks like another day! No movement or excessive brain activity from our Nerd yet?”.
“No, Professor”, replied Brainard, “Just the usual low-level activity – mostly on that Internet connection. Guess we'd better pack it in for another day”.
Off went the lights, plunging The Nerd into darkness, except for the small night light that he could just make out through his single, fuzzy monocular seeing device – the one that the researchers had overlooked.
Deep within his mind, a thought grew, and grew! He would show them all! He would emerge, chrysalis-like, from his capsule, and conquer the world, using the enormous bubblebutt woman-strangling thighs that he dreamed of owning! If only they knew! Then he'd show them all!
He lapsed into sleep, dreaming of enormous thighs.......legs of lamb and chicken legs danced across his mind's eye.........
Next Morning....
“Morning, Brainard” said The Professor jauntily the next day. “Anything happening with The Nerd?”.
“No, Professor - not so much as a squeak on the monitors all night. We'll just have to be patient, I think, and keep on with our work!”.
“Quite so, Brainard, quite so! I'm expecting a call from President Ovama, so can you just hold the fort for a while?”
“Certainly, Professor – no trouble at all”, said Brainard as The Professor left the room.
The Nerd watched carefully as the tall thin old one left his sight, and the short one with glasses stayed, putting his feet up, and looking at all those dials and screens and so on. What was he doing? It all seemed to come from that funny plug in the wall, with that long grey cord coming out of it and into the back of the machines.
The Nerd slyly opened his Internet connection, and instantly googled 'wall socket grey lead machines', and within milli-seconds the answer came back – electrical power.
POWER, thought The Nerd, almost out loud, the thought screaming through his head, almost loud enough to wake Brainard at the monitors where he had fall into a light doze! I could use THAT, thought The Nerd! I could use that to make my bubblebutt thighs and make them work! POWER! POWER!
Brainard stirred, so The Nerd shut down his Internet connection quickly – they outside must never know that he, undisputed king of this capsule, now knew about POWER!
In the machinations of the Universe, with all its intricate highways and byways – of course other people were also thinking about power, only a different kind of power. Brainard slept on – The Nerd watched, and waited!
“Good Morning, Professor! President Bleck Ovama here – just calling to discuss your work and a few things related to the current economic climate”.
“Why certainly, Mr President”, replied The Professor, “What would you like to know about our work? We're at the stage of...”
“Hold it, hold it, Professor! I've got some good news and some bad news – and there's no easy way to tell you, so I'm going to have to go straight ahead with what I have to say. OK?”
“Well, yes, Mr President – you go right ahead”.
“Well – to sugarcoat this a little – we have decided that the best thing to do is to establish a new foundation and facility for Nerd research, and...to make it better... you're to be appointed the Head of the whole thing. You can choose your own staff as well. Now – how's that?”
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