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Title: Ant King Last Updated: 1/23/17
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Chapter 1
It is in no way presumptuous of me to say that I am the single most influential human to have ever lived.
No. Really. Don't roll your eyes.
See, people like Caesar or George Washington certainly can be cited as having altered the political and economic landscape of the human community. I get that. The birth of Jesus certainly set up a chain of events that dramatically redefined the faith-life of billions of people. Yep, very important guy.
But while those folks all changed the world around them, I altered the very nature of the human experience.
Sure, it was entirely by accident. If I was being truthful, which I intend to be, the paradigm shift in the human consciousness was a direct result of my clumsiness mixed with a healthy dose of pure dumb luck.
Still, I take credit for the way things are here in 2061. For the international peace. For the elimination of hunger. For the advances of science. For the worldwide prosperity. If it wasn't for me and my actions on that fateful day forty years earlier, our world would look radically and unimaginably different.
My name is Mike Valence and I'm the Ant King, ruler the Human Colony of Earth.
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I was was a sophomore at the University of Montana Tech. Barely nineteen years old, I dreamed of getting my chemistry degree and trying to find a job working for a large pharmaceutical company that would pay well and provide me with a comfortable life. I was a normal guy, partying a bit too hard maybe but otherwise getting good grades and wining the affections of my peers and professors. My parents were normal, living and working in the suburbs of Cheyenne and taking care of my two younger brothers. Life was pretty average and nothing was really out of place.
Well, one thing was out of place. See, I knew I liked boys. Specifically, the "just barely pre-pubescent" crowd to the "in the heat of puberty" crowd. Nothing super young, mind you, but generally any age between nine and fourteen; maybe a little younger or maybe a little older. I wasn't super picky. Yes, I was a flaming pedo and loved spending the weekends cruising the mall and scoping out the cuties. Never did anything with them, of course, as I didn't want to go to prison! Still, my philosophy was that it never hurt anybody just to look, right?
Unfortunately for me, my mall cruising time had been cut short lately as our biology department had received a rather unique gift from our sister university in Japan. Nearly a month earlier, our friends across the ocean sent us a huge sample of a recently discovered Japanese ant species that was found living deep in the underground caverns of the island nation. These ants, formally named Eciton Burcheshito by the discovery team, had a very unique chemical makeup in their venom that our two universities had only just begun to examine. The biology department had cherry-picked a few chemistry students to assist and one of the TA's had recommended me. It was a nice opportunity to do some real research and I jumped at the opportunity.
That was how I found myself standing in the chemistry lab at 7pm on Friday, March 17, 2021, throwing an absolute bitch-fit that my two lab partners had decided to bail on our experiment in favor of a kegger being quietly held in one of the freshman dorms. I had just gotten their text and was so fucking pissed because we had specified Friday night as the night we would do this shit since Ashley said she had plans all day Saturday and Jennifer had to leave Sunday morning to attend her sister's baby shower. I had planned on meeting up with some friends to play video games but canceled that so my Friday night would be free. Then the girls canceled...
Deciding not to waste my night and irked at my classmates, I attempted to do the experiment myself. Without going into boring details, it involved a small and safe chemical agent being injected into one of the ants. If the ant turned a dark shade of purple, it meant that they molecules in the venom were properly bonding with the introduced agent. If the ant remained unchanged, then the experiment was a failure. Pretty routine, really.
What followed was a comedy of errors. The ant I had selected escaped its container and my attempts to catch it knocked over several chemical compounds. As I was scrambling to right the beakers and bottles, the ant was doused in an assortment of chemicals which reacted badly with the little insect and sent it into a frenzy. This caused me to try and trap the ant but I only ended up getting bitten by the enraged son-of-a-bitch. I screamed in pain and smushed the damned bug, feeling incredibly woozy a moment later and falling down onto the floor of the lab. Several chemical beakers toppled over as well, spilling their contents on me, my hand, the wound, and the smushed ant. I passed out.
Years later, I had a team try and figure out exactly what had happened. They couldn't. To this day, it remains a mystery exactly how everything went down and thus I have no real explanation for how I ended up with the powers I now wield. How I became the Ant King.
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I woke up Saturday morning feeling both well rested and incredibly unsettled. There was a low buzz in the back of my mind that had never been there before and I had a strange sort of energy pulsing through my veins. I did a quick check of my cell phone and, after realizing I had no messages, looked over the lab. It was a mess. On instinct, and not really understanding why, I quickly cleaned up everything as best I could (which was reasonable) and left in a hurry, desperate to get away. Slipping out of the lab, I sped back to my house and the comforts of my room. I knew something was off. My roommate and the owner of the house, Kevin, was gone for the weekend so I had ample time to clean myself up, shower, and flop onto the bed to try and make sense of the strange sensations coursing through me.
I lay there only a few minutes before I heard a knock at the door. Groaning, I rolled to my feet and, wearing a pair of boxers and a tee shirt, answered it.
"Hello," I said, with little warmth as I opened the door.
"Hey Mike," said Tony, an older guy who lived next door with his wife and kids. I had gotten to know him over the past few months just from random conversations we'd had when we both found ourselves outside at the same time. Nice guy, but certainly just an acquaintance.
"Hey Tony. What's up?" I said in as friendly a manner as I could.
"Not much. Listen, I'm trying to clean my gutters and I need a second ladder. I know you guys have one. Could I borrow it?"
Thinking for a minute, I remembered that Kevin did have an old ladder in the garage and, nodding to Tony, I said "Sure. Come on in." He did and we proceeded into the garage, clearing away a few boxes before pulling the ladder off of the hooks on the wall. I opened the garage door and the two of us managed to carry the equipment out and over to his yard with little effort.
"Thanks man. I appreciate it," Tony said, sticking his hand out for a shake. I shrugged and took his hand, intending to get through the pleasantries so I could go back inside. It was, after all, cold as balls outside.
Taking his hand was the first time I had touched any human since the events the night before and, though the touch only lasted a second or two, my head exploded with new information and understanding.
Tony was my drone, now, and was mine to command. Through the simple act of touch, he would do anything I wanted him to do without questions or hesitation. I was his King. I was his God. And I knew all about him - his life story, his ATM pin, his favorite movies. Our hands parted and Tony smiled at me. "Well... Anyway, thanks. I'll return it in a bit."
"Yeah," I said, "sounds good." I quickly went back inside and jumped into bed, my mind whirling as I sorted through the huge amount of information I suddenly knew about Tony, my next door neighbor.
I could feel him in the back of my mind, a small insignificant presence that I could focus on or ignore if I so chose. When focusing on him, I could feel his generalized emotions and had a rough sense of where he was and what he was doing. I could also review the information about him gleaned from our contact. When I chose to ignore him, his presence drifted to the back of my mind and was almost forgotten. The feeling was strange. I peeked out of the window and watched my neighbor cleaning his gutters, his body language relaxed as if nothing had occurred. His wife, Gina, came out a while later and they had a conversation, Tony looking as normal as normal could be.
I focused on him in my mind and, with a thought, directed him to look at me. As Gina chattered away to her husband, Tony's head swirled around and his eyes found mine. I smiled. He did as well. I quickly directed him to go back to speaking with Gina and to ignore my previous command. I could feel him following my order unquestioningly.
"Tony," I said later when he knocked on the door to return the ladder.
"Yeah Mike," he said, looking at me normally.
"Come inside for a second, would you?"
He did, stepping through the door and following me into the kitchen. We stood facing each other, my drone and I. I didn't say anything, only willed him to fill up a glass of water and drink it. He did. Then I willed him to take off his shoes and sit down on one of the stools. He did. The I said "Tony, I want you to show me your cock." He unzipped his pants and flashed me his member as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I was stunned. Yet, his emotions remained normal as if nothing was amiss. I went upstairs and focused on Tony in my mind, willing him to come up to my bedroom. He was there a few moments later, looking at me questioningly but not alarmed. I said nothing, trying to process what it all meant.
"You can go home now, Tony." I said, not sure what else to do. Then I willed him not to mention anything that had happened between us and to go about his life like normal. I felt him respond in the affirmative and he smiled quickly before thanking my for the help with the ladder and leaving the house.
The hours passed and I continued to play with my connection to Tony, examining it and trying to discover how it worked. I just knew, somehow, that this was the kind of power that an ant queen might hold over her subjects and that somehow the bite from the ant or the bite combined with the chemicals that fell on me had done this. My body thrummed with energy at the thought.
I had Tony come over late that night for a beer and a conversation. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him about our new connection and he answered all of my questions. Yes, he knew he was my drone. No, it didn't bother him at all. Yes, he adored me and would do whatever I asked. No, he would not act weird around me or change anything about his life unless I told him to do so. When I willed him to hate his wife, he did and the rage I felt from the connection was real and strong and hot. When I willed him to love his wife, the feelings of butterflies and sunshine singing through our connection made me want to barf. When I willed him to go back to normal, he went back to thinking of Gina as his best friend and a hot piece of ass.
I eventually dismissed Tony and shuffled off to bed, letting sleep take me as I pondered this new reality.
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My mind must have really been active that night because I woke Sunday morning full of excitement for the future. I wanted to be cautious, though, and needed to make sure I was deliberate in my actions. I didn't really know the extent of my power and I would need to test it in a variety of situations. I focused on Tony and realized he was fixing the family a big breakfast, his wife and two kids sitting around the table and talking with him as he grilled sausages and scrambled the eggs. I sent my will out toward him for an invite over to eat and, a few minutes later, his daughter Shelly was knocking at my door.
"Hey," the fifteen year old girl said, looking totally bored and somewhat confused. "Sorry if I woke you but my dad is fixing us breakfast and he told me to come over and see if you'd like to join us. As a thank you for yesterday or whatever." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, sounds good." I said, slipping out of the house and following her. A moment later, I was standing at their kitchen table exchanging forced pleasantries with Gina and Thomas, Tony's thirteen year old son, who both seemed as confused as Shelly as to why I'd been invited over for breakfast. After all, I really did not know this family and, despite perving on Thomas whenever he was outside (for the kid was kind of cute), I hadn't really interacted with any of them.
"Thanks Mike for coming over and for lending me the ladder yesterday," Tony said jovially as he began to load up the plates. I smiled and willed for him to give me an excuse to touch each member of his family. "Here, come help me pass the plates out." I agreed and took the plates, dropping each off in front of his family members as they looked on in confusion. As I did, I made sure to pat each softly on the back, letting my index finger tap their neck once so as to allow skin to skin contact.
The results were amazing. With each tap, the recipient and I were connected and I could feel them in the back of my mind in the same way I could feel Tony. They immediately relaxed and smiled at me, the feelings of love and adoration coming through our connection as loudly and vibrantly as Tony's own. All four were my drones and I knew, if I had asked them to murder each other right here on the table, they would do so without the slightest hesitation.
While we ate, I asked a variety of questions to the members of the family in the hopes of testing the connections and making sure I was in total control. Eventually, the questions turned sexual. Shelly admitted to taking shots of her breasts and sending them to her boyfriend regularly. Gina admitted she flirted with one of her married co-workers whenever she got the chance and had even wondered if she and he might have an affair. Tony admitted that he had been unfaithful to Gina once, several years earlier, with a prostitute. Thomas admitted he regularly jerked-off in the school bathroom during his lunch period.
All of these confessions came out without any difficulty or shame and all four of my drones seemed perfectly comfortable discussing such sensitive topics in front of each other because I had willed it. Of course, I also willed that they would not remember or retain any of this information about each other when we got up from the breakfast table. I could feel through the connections that they would indeed forget. It was almost noon before we left the table and I ordered the family to go about it's normal day. As they did, I could feel through my connection with each of them that the morning's events were slipping out of their conscience minds just as I had hoped. Nothing would be remembered; nothing in their lives would change.
As cleanup began, I willed the family to ignore me and allow me free reign of their house whenever I wanted. With that, the four seemed to forget I was even there.For almost ten minutes, I followed the family members around as they got ready for the day and none of them even seemed to realize I existed. It wasn't until Thomas, who was wearing pajamas, announced to his mother that he was going to take a shower, that my ears perked up.
This had been on my mind since he admitted to spanking it in the school bathroom.
I followed the young teen into the bathroom and watched as he closed and locked the door. He then began peeling of his sleepwear and I got my first look at the naked body of a real-life thirteen-year-old. Thomas was cute, in a "boy next door" sort of way, and his body was certainly demonstrating the progress of puberty. Slimish, with broadening shoulders and hands and feet too big, the boy had a small bush of public hair above his hanging member and ball sack. He rapidly used the restroom before turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up.
I had already dropped my pants and was slowly masturbating to the sight of this youthful teen. As the steam began to fill the room and just before it looked like he was going to step into the shower, I willed him to turn around and come to me. He did, his face unconcerned. My will took control of his actions and the boy fell to his knees, taking my cock into his mouth and teasing my piss slit with his tongue. I moaned at the sight and the feel of his hot lips. It felt wonderful!
I willed him up, then, and he got into the shower and began to go through his morning ritual. I slipped out of my clothing and joined him as the hot water cascaded down both our bodies. The shower was good size and it accommodated both of us. I was pleased, too, that it had a small ridge upon which I could seat myself as my hands began to slide over the boy's wet body. He offered no resistance as I pulled him to me, taking his half-hard cock into my mouth and slurping him down to the base. He moaned as I worked him to full hardness, the boy's taste exciting on my tongue.
Soon, I pushed him back and willed him to jerk off. Together, we beat our meat furiously in rhythm, groaning together in chorus. "Tell me when you are going to cum" I said throatily, my eyes focused on his hard cock and bouncing balls.
"Oh. Oh." he grunted, his hand flying over his boyhood. "Yeah, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." And I knew he was. I could feel it through the connection.
"Cum for me baby," I said, my own balls tightening. Suddenly, a blast of thin white spunk fired out of his straining tool and he groaned in satisfaction, my own groan happening a moment later as my own cum erupted like a volcano. Him standing and me sitting, our orgasms in tandem as we spent out seed onto the shower floor.
It was perfect.