One morning, as Tim Ransom was waking up from nightmarish dreams he discovered he'd remained in his natural state as a monstrously putrid human cockroach. He lay twitching on his immense chitinous back in the middle of his groaning bed. As he lifted his head up with difficulty, he caught sight of his brown, arched abdomen divided up into slime exuding bow-like sections. From this height he saw the slime soaked blanket as it lay firmly cemented over the lower part of his segmented abdomen. His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his immense form, flickered helplessly before his eyes.To Be Continued...
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