Returning Home

Adam had a long solemn walk back home, trying to take his mind off his fate. Meditating on the grey skies, the rare bird flying across it. Meditate on the traffic and the local ambience.

Every time he was able to successfully forget about...this whole thing, the universe would remind him by lifting him up and shining beams onto his mouth and dick, as if communicating "soon" before putting him back down on the ground freaking out and trying to think about something else before what was going to happen... happened.

When Adam had arrived home, the light had returned to once again lift him off of his feet and disrobe him before placing him on the bed. he realized that the stress of everything that had unfolded had actually made him quite tired.

"Soon, my love! We will be together!" AL proclaimed, interrupting Adam's thoughts, as the two lovers pulled themselves as close as possible.

"I long to enter your kingdom."

"I will welcome you in on the condition that you never leave."

"I don't intend to."

"Never?"

"Ever. Once I come home, there will never be a reason to leave."

"Come home, my love!"

"I will as soon as possible."

"Then, if you can't come home for now, then at just come."

"Anything for you my darling" and she immediately began spraying her seed everywhere.

Adam began to fall asleep in this awkward position, in this awkward circumstance. He didn't know if his ability to do so was a net positive or negative, but at least he would be free from experiencing this reality.

--

It was the day of Adam's wedding, he was excited to enter the next phase of his life. Being a bachelor had been fun, but it it lacked the fulfillment that being married would surely have. He had spent plenty of time being a child- it was time to finally be a Man.

"Are you excited?" The officiator asked.

"More than you can possibly know!"

"Thats great," he said, "are we ready to begin?"

"Shouldn't we wait for the bride?"

"You're silly. She's already here."

"Where?"

The man cleared his throat and pointed down.

Adam looked down to see a bridal veil hanging just below his belt.

"That's weird...whats going on?" Adam asked.

Natalie ran up to the alter.

"Oh! It was a joke! Theres my bride to be! I'm ready to spend our life together!"

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm the maid of honor!" She said as she lifted the veil to reveal your dick looking right at you.

"This can't be right..." Adam pondered, but no one heard him.

The officiator looked down at his dick and asked, "do you take this man to be your husband?"

"What are you doing? Why are you talking to my dick?"

"I do. A million times I do" it said.

"What the-?!" He yelled.

"And do you," the officiator said to Adam, "take this...oh let's drop the formality...I now pronounce you man and wife! You may now kiss your cock!"

Adam ran out of the wedding hall and found himself in a suit of armor in what appeared to be a hill on a strip of desert.

"Your destiny is that tower in the distance. You see it?"

"Yes sir!"

"Then get to it!"

His horse rode off down the steep hill and approaching the tower. he grew curious about the landscape...it didn't look like any tower he had ever seen before...the ground...it wasn't sand or dirt. It appeared to be flesh.

He looked back. The hill he had rode down, a chin. Then...that would make the tower...

As soon as he thought this. The tower began to bend in his direction.

"What the-?" He looked down at his horse to discover it was actually a giant mouth.

"No!" He yelled, waking up in class. What a crazy dream that was. He swore he would get more and much healthier sleep going forward.

"Okay class," the teacher instructed, "today we're going to continue our lesson on Greek Mythology. Please turn, in your textbooks to page 69." The teacher continued talking while Adam and the rest of his class flipped to the page. "Yesterday we discussed the Ouroboros, and that should make a good primer for the much more significant: Adam Madams"

Adam opened the page to see a picture of himself without limbs in a circle consuming his own dick.

"Adam," the teacher called on him while he blushed and tried to hide his face, "do you know the significance of this?"

"Its not significant at all" he answered aggressively.

"Now now, Adam. You know thats not true." The teacher corrected him, "its actually incredibly significant. Its representative of an inescapable fate and the futility of fighting it....No matter how much you try to avoid it...it will always...cum...for you." She said leaning on his desk as though hammering the message home to him directly, "if you'll look up at the TV, there's a video that will more fully illustrate this concept."

"Thats really not necessary," Adam muttered.

"I insist Mr.Madams." she said to Adam, "why did she call me that....?"

He looked up at the TV that showed the same figure as the book- moving counter-clockwise, the head moving away from the dick, with the dick always right behind shooting onto the face and into the mouth of the head.

Adam immediately looked away.

"I insist you keep watching, Mr. Madam"

"I think I got it. Thanks."

"I think you don't. Watch!" The teacher ordered.

He kept watching the illustration. Each time the dick shot on the face, he felt a warm splash on his face. Each time in the figure's mouth, a funky taste spread through his mouth.

"Whats happening?" He asked, "What is this? What is going on?!" He shot out of his desk.

The moment he got up, he became suspended in air. He wanted to reach out to the desk for stability, but his arms were gone. he looked down to see how far away from the ground he was, only to find his legs have gone missing.

"W-w-whats happening?" He nervously asked as he felt the ominous pressure return as his body began to curl up. He found that...thing...approach his face. He pulled away, but it followed- following the illustration by shooting him in the face as he continued to pull away.

Adam watched as this occurred on the classroom TV.

"Turn it off!" He screamed, jumping out of his desk, only for his body to curl up and become the same figure on the television.

"Stop it!" Adam yelled watching himself become the "Adam Madams" on the class television, before he got up to run out of the classroom only to join the same fate as the figure on the TV, and the figure on the TV before that.

Adam was sitting at his desk in fear. Every time one of the figures was shot on the face- he felt it. Every time in the mouth- tasted it. He wiped off his face, but nothing would remove the gooey feeling. He tried to scrub his mouth but nothing would rid the taste.

--

Then he opened his eyes to see Pēnny continuing what she was doing before he fell asleep.

It became immediately clear to him that there would be no peace. Sleep brought no escape to him. It only brought a question. A question he couldn't, for the life of him, answer:

Which is more terrifying? The sleeping or waking nightmare?