Less than an hour ago I was checking my bank account balance trying to decide if I wanted to put more money into savings or buy myself a nice meal.

Less than an hour ago I’d finally managed to power through to my break so I could get a quick power nap in.

Less than an hour ago I was looking forward to the end of my shift so that I could continue crafting armours in ***** Online.

Less than an hour ago I’d still been human.

Now I’m a giant grub trapped in a cage with some brat poking at me!

I still haven’t figured out how to walk, everyone dresses funny, I’m starving and I’m going to be put down because I’m going to take this brat’s finger if he pokes me one more time.

I sigh as the kid pokes his smelly finger through the bars again. I can’t even move away much less try to bite him. How’d I get here? What is this?

I try to grunt in irritation and my whole body ripples, my many legs wriggling rapidly and I’m not sure where to start on figuring out why. I suppose it doesn’t really matter... Bugs don’t last very long, and, judging by my size, I’m at least the size of a newborn kitten or puppy. At most I’ve got a few months. A year, tops.

What kind of bug grows this big? Do I have a molting phase or am I going to be a giant soft-bodied grub until I die?

The kid pokes me again and I roll over with a sigh. I’d gone to sleep, eyes slamming shut I was so tired, and I woke up to dirty hands pulling me out of a hole and shoving me into a cage. They hadn’t even bothered to cover the cage before they packed me on a cart with other random disgusting nightmares. It took me embarrassingly long to figure out that I wasn’t dreaming and I was a nightmarishly large pulsating grub.

I’m still tired so I opt to ignore the brat and try to take a nap. Then my stomach pinches. I skipped breakfast and it was too early for lunch. I’d planned to grab something on the way back to my station but then I’d wound up here. Ugh…

Something smells good… I roll back over as the texture of the object on my skin changes to something thinner and more flexible. A flower? Claws on the end of my legs latch on to the petals of the flower, my head coming forward as I begin nibbling. Delicious!

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I pause briefly in confusion before continuing to munch on the sweet tender flower. The fragrance is nothing like anything that would make me think of food when I was human, but it sings to me now the same way a bacon double cheeseburger had called to me when I’d treat myself. And it’s so satisfying. Salad has never tasted this good.

[Registration Complete]

[Name: Kissy Kissy]

[Greater Wimble Grub Lv.1]

[Master: Golden Blade God]

Kissy Kissy, who? Master, my ass! Golden Blade God? See what kind of god you are when I poop on you! After I finish this I’m gonna make a mess you have to clean up! Who’s the master, now?

[New Skill Gained]

[Iron Stomach(Tier 1)]

[New Skill Gained]

[Moon Flower Thread(Tier 3)]

[Moon Flower Petal Consumed]

[Karma Granted: 100]

[Current Karma: 100/175]

[Moon Flower Petal Consumed]

[Karma Granted: 100]

[Level Up]

[Current Realm: Cloudy(Tier1)]

[Current Karma: 200/525]

[Moon Flower Petal Consumed]

[Karma Granted: 100]

[Current Karma: 300/525]

I continue nomming, eating the petals one at a time even though I was full three petals in and there have to be hundred more on this over-sized Dandelion. Only ten petals in and I have to stop. It’s time. Time for my revenge!

There’s a tightening lower down my strange new body and the little “master” and his attendants cheer in relief before he grabs a stick and races over. What’s he going to do with that? I lightly panic before I feel a slight tug. Curling up I try to push as hard as I can before I notice that I’m not pooping. I’m producing silk.

Oh, no. I’m a giant silkworm? Don’t they lead golden lives until they molt and then they die quick, ignominious deaths? What did I do to deserve this fate? I can’t even cry.

[Moon Silk Produced: 1 yd]

[Karma Granted: 200]

[Level Up]

[Current Realm: Cloudy(Tier 2)]

[Current Karma: 1200/1750]

I go from horrified, to sad, to resigned to impressed. Three sticks later and I’m still producing thread. What is this flower that it fills me up so quickly and promotes such excellent silk production? And, while I’m not an expert, this silk does look very nice. It has a pale, silvery sheen to it and hasn’t broken once. Surely part of that is me instead of the flower.

[Moon Silk Produced: 10 yd]

[Karma Granted: 200]

[Level Up]

[Current Realm: Cloudy(Tier 3)]

[Current Karma: 3000/3675]

Now what’s going on with all these random words? I’ve tried looking around but the voice I hear doesn’t seem to match up with any of the people speaking. I’ve eaten 10 Moon Flower Petals but there’s still hundreds of the pale silky morsels to go. I’ve produced 10 yd of Moon Silk and I’m exhausted. I’ve got a Realm thingy and a Karma… rating? Bar? I’ve got stuff I don’t understand. Who do I need to talk to to figure it out?

Bah, who cares. I’m gonna take a well earned nap and figure out the rest when I wake up. Not like I’m going anywhere. I roll over, curl up, and go to sleep with that little brat poking at me with an unfinished stick covered in silk.