All right ladies, this one’s for you. Spring is here, and we all know what that means — diet season. I know weight loss can be a touchy subject for a lot of us, but the story I’m about to share… well, it might surprise you. It’s a little unconventional, kind of gross, and definitely something you’ve never heard before. But trust me… it worked like magic.
Let me give you some background. I’ve always struggled with my weight. Ever since elementary school, I was the “chubby girl.” Not obese, just always carrying around five to ten extra pounds that never seemed to go away. It doesn’t sound like much, but it was enough to make me feel different, especially when it came to dating. I was never ugly — in fact, I could clean up well when I wanted to — but that extra weight always felt like a wall between me and the life I wanted. I loved being around people, partying, just having fun… but I never felt comfortable in my own body.
I tried everything. No-carb diets. All-fruit diets. Veganism. Even dangerous stuff like chewing and spitting out food or straight-up starving myself. Nothing worked. I’d lose a little, gain it back. Over and over. It was exhausting.
Then came college. I was taking a biology course and we were studying parasitism. And yeah, I get it — parasites are disgusting. But as we were learning about them, something clicked in my head. Tapeworms… they live inside your body and feed off your nutrients. If they’re eating your food, wouldn’t that mean you’re absorbing less… and losing more? Could they actually help with weight loss?
I started researching like crazy. Reading forums, sketchy old blog posts, even digging through some scientific papers. What I found was… disturbing, but not as dangerous as I expected. The biggest issues seemed to be either people eating more to compensate for the worm, which defeated the purpose, or keeping it inside too long and ending up in the ER when it decided to come out… on its own. But I thought, what if I could find the sweet spot? Just enough time to drop the weight — and then get it out before things went south.
Of course, you can’t just buy a tapeworm online. I had to get creative. I ended up posting a weird Craigslist ad — vague enough to be legal, but clear enough to catch the right kind of attention. A week later, I got a reply. The guy didn’t give a name. Said to meet him at a rundown motel on the edge of town. He gave me a tiny glass vial with something floating in it. Tapeworm eggs. I took them right then and there, and yeah… it felt disgusting. Knowing I was putting a living parasite inside me on purpose.
The first time didn’t work. My body rejected it. I had to meet the guy again — and then again. It wasn’t until the third time that it finally took. I knew because I started testing myself with parasite kits I stole from the biology lab. I told myself it was all for science. For health. For weight loss.
At first, it was just nausea. I kept a trashcan by my bed because I’d wake up sick nearly every morning. It was like having the flu mixed with morning sickness. But then… it got easier. The sickness faded, and I started to feel… lighter. I cut back on calories. Started taking multivitamins to avoid getting too malnourished. I even added protein shakes when I noticed I was losing some hair. But it worked. Slowly, the weight began to drop.
Around the five-month mark, I’d lost 20 pounds. I felt good. People noticed. Complimented me. Asked what my secret was. I just smiled and said “discipline.”
But that’s when things started to go wrong.
I began to feel it. Not just in my head — I mean physically. Moving. Twisting. There was this awful pressure in my stomach, like something was growing. Expanding. And I knew… it had gotten too big. I could feel it. It wasn’t subtle anymore. It felt alive.
Then one day, I skipped class and locked myself in the dorm bathroom. I felt sick again — violently sick. My entire body was shaking. I threw up until there was nothing left. Then… it happened.
A sudden, sharp pain hit me low in my stomach. Then a rush of fluid — hot, fast, and awful. I collapsed to the floor, and that’s when I felt it pushing its way out. Something pale. Wet. Slithering. I didn’t even have time to scream. The tapeworm — huge, long, and pulsing — began sliding out of me, one horrible inch at a time.
It was worse than anything I’d imagined. This thing… this creature… had been living inside me, growing, feeding. It was real. And now it was out. Lying on the bathroom floor like something out of a nightmare.
The worst part? The relief. Because once it was over, I felt… better. The last few pounds dropped off. My energy returned. People kept telling me how amazing I looked. But inside, I knew what I had done. I knew what had lived inside me.
Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed and I feel a little movement in my gut, I wonder… Did I really get it all? Or did a part of it… stay?
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