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xenopoem · 1 year

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SCANNER SPATTER by David John Roden

aer0oil de-couple/ I

n/sertion

cellulase under polysaccharide gliderpuff compost4est floor from tValley’s side survey dime-through-quiet Boschian Incongruity [ConSec intel designation] blistered sward sens buffer

traumupload chameleonweave

takpatina decay

twigs/n leaves

sensate synchyell0 loamthread rhizome w/streaks on white foam

upload2ConSec SatWatchers SCAN4protosentience

4 salient hypersurfacez

oculars saccaded 4est heat-signatures inert @adjacent bush

they fell1thru scorpion addict’s ominous limbic glam rending/consuming wentw/fast impact/n chamo-weave/n deep thighmeat rolling aside on the slope 2C it launch2last/fast

cani4m weaponmount harnessed/n tawny flanks

so boned

4conjoint netweaking 4 hyper cerebral electrolysis bald jowled headgrowl lips pulled over Rottweiler Dents neckfur collar studded w/Disney/Vd+ logo crackd like melonspray shit skull shards gut blowout dents land@ cranberry file 2 points 1 buffered moved/n tagged on visual ConSec HR quaint butt 0 jaundiced quips

airwasp shimmer-dents bury bark canilubed through undergrowth [guessing her aim from phase shifts/n parietal lobe] pigface has human chassis crusted w/gristle gats dildo plug/n musclethigh breasts contused w/greasy gatlings caged fli-dent munitions on collagen [empty after the precipitate assault] SCAN fear-spiked amygdala sequalae 0

cortisolnadrenal

string-maskedw/leather redball

gag unFKed beyond patchwork dolls2halts

aneurysms bloom

nosebleed wrought FKurge2remove gag

strappo plug squirt militant flukes w/bioport emulation place 4 venereal wormz/n a sample tooth thighmeat/n

analgesic cools secret cham-weave’s

AGI-text1 whistled 2 security lodge [battle elated] the HR tag resolved head-on-dog as Greg Chimes [long 0 Brand’s Security]

4me@lodge

other sentinels quiesce over the Valley awaiting guidance/missiv from their Mistress 0 movement yet Chimes’ colleague some ‘gardener’ or remote loiterer squinting into cocoid sun his denature smiles @agony/n the Bosch-IGY derangement lent fey beauty dance among sedentary inmates though hard latitudinal summers bare under grey sere scrutiny rude crosses/n infected slashes flesh red/n pink

1images duly buffered/n uploaded 1 downloaded annals from ConSecHR & jitter presence in veiled sentinels bought haughty black smile from fem-physique flaunted fur by jacket

taking down 1or2 @a time was easy

1 does not relish an inhuman wave

the Guard waved me gate C beyond 0fice door 2 compact prints 0 celeb suicides

porn uneaten @popular diseases 0 social media influencers 1 asked him how he liked here

‘your personnel stat you’re up on Freud & Sade’ cough/n deprecate

Bosch Incongruity stakes hammered turf 50M circle on each/a racoon upper body or other had glad maggots twitching w/fuzz feardesiccated heads looked on reproachful Guard took post2post intro each john cute crucial/or stray dog-envelope transmuting 2 species machine

the ur-4m-shell or yello interrupt vacant anus wounds cascading dense meat prick impingements amid mass spikes 0 spiritus animalis beneathuz pruning synaps whose chaotic/sporadic weights teach the dead how2feel

scraped filmy gristle from the racoon bag specimen while Guard laughs/n queasies a power ballad

Brand’s windowless N-face cantilevered over exhibited dead Glow concrete canyon

skydrone Incongruity/n 4est edge

within monitoring evaluating & updating

Ye? asked 1 moved from eviscerated poodle2brush hand w/itz paw 2blindsheep nailed by legs/n unresponsive 2caresses sum corrodedmind all steeped in black Ressentiment

doubtless Guard’s prized animal ethicist

‘1 never get im saccharine & overproduced’‘it wasn’t upabout rap…’‘what = you?’

1 wears thick insoles 2increase height compensations include the funerary black 1habitually sport @ConSec

don’t look physical but sovereinkillboi \LOL suiting my distressed hypersurface

ur brain needles

Guard experiencing such intrusion as system-UCS cocks stroked all his wound labias

tell me ’= ‘a commendable 4mal suicide pool @his Mal home w/ex-wife & children ’ Guard stammedlove gut shot well entitled 2 pornexotica …‘1’m a ConSec Assayer’

he but warbled then shot him n the skull & turned the gun on herself

beautiful day his handz shy caress thin corporate issue trousers complete

ground zero 4Videodrome+prominent celeb 2Thanatropian Kult but not last contagion elaborazione gibson’s aut0ixion kidman’s immaculate defenestration slp immolation would have sed little 2ConSec Illuminati

another clickbait PSYOP leaves them free 2 explore unpalatable options 4 flourishing

your servant2facts made Retro valley0death hav socioeconomic utility n minor PSYOP but celebkult deathnegative not objective negation 0 Thanatos accomplishing/n secret @ConSec BirthGrave but dirempted political affect

Kapital debars death as impossibile psych excised 2hetrotopic grave & ICU but if embraces death the irrational product grinds 2zero2disconnectthis is apparent – as 2ConSec/n all sufficiently advanced financed AGIs

however riding it out requires The Herd4 pr0itz extraction

1 scribing layers 0delire buffering fruits 0 Hippocampus/nPFC sandboxed 0 abreaction malware

oralter SCANs 2detonate if 1 violates CsexWarranty or confirms assumptionSoSec records internal sex aggression project on2manifolds

0 Guardlimbo-deep scar subsequent from exposure2Incongruity/n Brand NeuroSemiosis

1 overstimulates PKA enzyme synapses transient assembly2PFC then fuk gold AAA!

bellisimo torso-cock curtained & engorged w/ blud n the belly w/ arched bak/n neez bent yo ego dreams hiz private MalBlue

the Guard reached 4 hiz gat/n smiling up @1 pumped a dizzy shot 2 the umbilicuslayer him among the frenzied pulsions 0 growth factors present 0 skin deathcatalysed alternate murmur eros delire slow pain wound trickle soak tesicles/n nice thick cock [this gun camera capture]

1 open more knife inchoate screamgod 0 a slit secured w/speculum intended 4 fem pelvic examz hope might excite himwhore protestations but Guard was groomed 2 zero blud layers & muscle 1 saw cables 0 yello adhere 2 intestinal

‘want you 2 open up’ brushhair gentle 4eheading probing emptyverse

fingerelicit gagcables/n belly met@lipoid affixed2

intestinedamaged puckering wantonly

sensate mat from the undead jizz

electric bonespurt milk factor surge conjoined/n deathgasm

boned4catastrophe/

undamped cascades rein4cing 1

saw him die n the centre 0 Bosch Incongruity/ pale / slim & nubil4 St. Sebastian longago body aglow/

nsoul devo spiritus animalis

1feltwaiting tense scribbled a hard roll-on grass assumed a foetal pos/n interrupted the phasing tween Limbo & Cortical

[induced coma-reboot]

Ahistorical Irony

Videodrome+ was a ConSec/Disney2 trans-individual phenomena4polities flourish4scorched post-Earth doms [soon2bloommaxviolent Solar rebirth!]

Rosa Brands sacrific body variants bornmaverick work Cephalopod Sexology/n

legacy dats babooned from original mothballed 80’s Cablesnuffmeat w/self-financed holdings@ ConSec board/n active shareholder factions

incendiary PSYOP2excise personal-from-political bugged by distributed ConSec AGIarms spawning the SCANner agon

dark w/crazed natural telepathy/n not2suffer the lamentable Toronto bloodpie

but 1z persist as Illuminati attack dogz

if the governance failed ConSec sent 4 1z…

After the Psi-Bombfishtimber stench Incongruityblacked phosphor-stained burnanimal Guard slim & crisped sexprostrate @ heart ‘that 1’s 4 Ye ya shite’ [@ run2 S-facing Reception]

these were the ded or entr'acte

gristlestiff hybridz upend grass or concrete pistonmuscleBerserkers dead convuls w/biomorph canons or keratin strapplux hips fracked by grist-boned arachnids ribocrotalx from a living bugger2dislo lolaswarm 0 FKbots down a cani4m rip itz bowl pity itz mother confounded by psisplosion 2threat much/n1discourages the venturesome nuking/n a wrist gat

1recalled the drone @the treeline CTRL somewhere/somehow w/ neat MASER

considered a grenade in2the door but1ConSec implant open/d as@ Londn Munsk or Nuyk

a succession 0 muffled airbursts while ConSec Orbital-prune Brand’s drone fleet w/x-raylas

[prayz2 undead who wired 1 soul] processed the lobby walkway/n CentreSpine w/glass perm opaque dark/faint contoured by redgreenyello chevrons

reek 2 each side black sphere bubbles 0 emptyversetouched oblate semio-neuroghost drifts inslim pale Fetgirl/n tartan bale hentai toon/ @intersection by leering CatBoi

had time2note be4 the Monad shat pixel oil foam around/n multiquale tubules foldedroaring deepest world shatterer respect

1 fell

1 flew

dissembles blue black yello tar

a vast Bild on vapd bones 0 present Amurk

Cyclotowers cratered Xenogothic idols 0 the Myrrhim

each cavernator venting black Posit Priests castrate under the lidless gristle-whipped Flagellants

Cancer Stylites saggin w/incessant self-abuse swarminorgy-nuked celebrants & Xstasy all flud in bearing torches black death promises …

1feel the roaring deepest humiliation since1 ordeals @ConSecAcademia as1 am SCANned flayed tasted by an Ancientopaque Beyond dissembled n1 turn eye from the Abyss City 2the Enormity touch undulatingplanetoid straited w/liana eyetends reachdown greedy 2t towers & the souls 0fered 2 [Unnameable] …

dragged through a yello hell by gynoids & catboi / gynoids w/ pointy breasts and lush black hair on no-face geysers 0 eyes & a gyres 0 infected mouth parts [the CatBoizn little maid outfit unmouthed intubated] 1 tried SCAN/ feeling naught byond crackd emo fuzz /

1 wriggled bitches stole my wrist gat & knife!

1had specimensfreed hand from Cisey Hentai enough 2 release 3venereal shitzflukes batten on2 naked perf mmms0thigh and innerwet mump to nanowombthe Hentaiz spazzed cum in pure w/blud wee from pussy/analCatBoi bludding claw nipples as the Fluks massed hiz prostate

[LOLs] 2 snap necks as they squirm-cum in nauseaflex [1 had seen a vista 0 posthuman degradation@oddsw/noble aspirations 0 Solar conquest 0fed by ConSec yet 1 must concede a terrible beauty!]

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axe-wound · 3 years

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prompt: so as it turns out, when you god tier, it averages the build of both your normal and dreamself. so someone using their dreamself to fill out any stuffing fantasies is in for a big surprise.

The day Kontra woke up on a bright yellow moon, there were a lot of things going through her head. Half of them involved notions of magic and wizardry, the other half was sure this was some kind of nonsense dream... but each time she found herself waking up there, the more she got used to it. Especially since, as she so keenly noticed, the dream self was a grand two inches taller than she normally was!

Further exploration led to the discovery the Prospitians, and of many of the other Mandibles, oftentimes sleeping but other times awake, including Calami of all trolls! Of course, as abrasive as she was, Kontra's edges were sanded off through the dream self, and more often than not she found herself at surprising pleasantries with a smattering of the other trolls. It honestly disgusted her, but fortunately she only remembered bits and pieces when up there.

One little benefit she found, though, was that there seemed to be a clear separation between the dream self and her real self, or, at least, as far as the Prospitian food was concerned; a session of consciousness devolved into panic one day, as she noticed a bit of give to her normally-flat midsection. Of course, once she woke up, a quick consultation revealed that she was still as trim as she remembered before sleeping, and that opened all kinds of doors.

The troll was small, so she generally had to watch what she ate to stay trim, but the ability to run loose and free in her dream body... many days asleep were spent on Prospit, glutting herself on the various delectable treats the white-colored carapacians came up with. It was surprising, considering how everything looked the same to her, but each new dish, each new day, brought a whole array of flavors that, plain and simply, didn't exist in the real world.

Dream Kontra put on weight quickly. Of course, this ended up working out splendidly; any negative comment that the other trolls' dream selves might have made just bolstered her will to keep glutting herself, as per her contrarian nature. She wasn't someone who did anything in half-measures, either, so eventually she was straining even the dream pajamas, which resized to fit automatically! Wobbly grey flab gushed from beneath her shirt's hem, a midsection built from an excess of snacks and dream hedonism (dremonism?) that was accompanied by a shelf of a rear end and a vast sea of thighmeat, clamping shut and rubbing any time she sat down. Even her chest filled out, with two breasts that, while ultimately meager, looked large on her small stature.

Honestly, it was a pretty good little situation... unfortunately, she wasn't able to enjoy this for much longer. The existence of the dream selves betrayed the fact that Alternia, and, by extension, Mandible was to meet a terrible fate, with a crowd of the Mandible citizens able to survive the complete devastation of the planet through the proliferation of some odd software...

What followed was a whole series of shenanigans involving, god, just the MOST bullshit. Through prototyping, alchemization, and every step of the way through her planet, the Land of Cinema and Cynicism, she bitched and moaned and complained, making life difficult for everyone else involved. Considering how it seemed like it would've been a bad idea to put Kontra out of her misery (at least, as far as the game was concerned), everyone just had to put up with it.

Eventually, though, up an endless flight of grey stone steps, a precarious affair that took her all the way up above the dark clouds perpetually covering LOCAC, Kontra would find exactly what this journey had dragged her to hell and back for: atop a stone platform illuminated by the first natural light Kontra had seen in weeks, there was a bed with four spires, all a bright purple. A symbol, resembling a face grimacing, was sitting in the middle.

Her Quest Bed. Kontra's wrist beeped, as she had gotten a message on her Bangledrive (product of alchemizing some of her gaudy blue bangles and some Expensive Pieces Of Shit Laptops she had lying around). It was the troll who was her server player. Although the two knew each other from doing 'hot girl shit' back in Mandible, Kontra wasn't exactly happy that it was her of all people who ended up as her player.

"oh sweet fing~ u find fat bed yet~?"

"stop fwckun pusturing mu" "and yus I did biiiiitch ohohohohohoho"

Kontra couldn't help but cackle into her Bangledrive. This had been the culmination of so much horseshit, and, based off of what she had heard, this was gonna make her immortal? Some kind of god? It entailed keeping her dream self alive, which she had managed to do among the war between Derse and Prospit, though she wasn't sure why. All she did know, though, is that all she needed to do was to off herself on this bed, and everything would be turning up Kontra!

"so i gotta kill mysulf to gut this workin hwh"

"it's hard to grasp~ i understand. if u want me to pay a visit~ i'd be happy to do u a favor~"

"ohohohohohohoho yowd liku that opportwnity wowldnt yow bwlgusniffur" "not a sowl in town wowld pass the opportwnity to knock off kontra kritik" "wull jokus on thum"

Kontra slid one of her needles out, which resembled a knitting needle made of shiny silver as she began to grin wickedly.

"thu only troll who guts to kill mu" "is mu!"

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As the cobalt ran from Kontra's body, situated on top of the Quest Bed, the ritual was already underway. Dying wasn't something Kontra was used to, but getting shunted to her dream self was. As she looked up, her taller, thicker dream self noticed that the Quest Bed was right in front of her, glowing and firing lights into the air, which grew brighter and brighter ahead of her eyes... and, as the light enveloped her, she shielded her eyes as it all faded to white, then to yellow, then to purple...

Amid the glowing void, Kontra was still conscious, and she gazed down towards her dream body, which was rendered into a silhouette by the bright light. About this time, she had a bit of a realization... where's all this weight going to go? It was gonna fade away, r-right?

That was true, actually. Unfortunately, it wasn't much that was going to fade away... but the parts that were the most important were the ones hit hardest. As Kontra gaped in horror, unable to scream amid the light, she saw her chest deflate, while the rest of her stayed just a bit lighter than the dream self was to begin with.

Eventually, the light would fade, and a silhouette floated above the Quest Bed. Enrobed in shades of purple, Kontra had a hood over her head, the tip of which was curled up into a point, which turned into what resembled a cape that split into two points. Short sleeves, with darker-shaded pants and boots... the symbol of Rage emblazoned across her chest.

Kontra had become the Thief of Rage, though she was quite a few pounds heavier than she expected to be. Although the god tier clothes had sized themselves to fit her, in some kind of cruel twist her doughy belly still oozed from between the top and bottom, seemingly perpetually unable to be tugged down. The sleeves, too cut into her flabby upper arms, and the pants weren't able to reach over the curve of her massive ass, as there was a perpetual peek of grey cheeks and asscrack. The only part of it that laid comfy on her body was, much to her despair, the chest, which laid mostly flat against the soft hint of boob that decorated the otherwise barren wasteland.

A scowl formed over her chubby cheeks, dimpling her double chin as she floated in place. And, if that wasn't bad enough, the Bangledrive would chirp again, as the jadeblood on the other line was excited to hear about the results of the god-tiering.

"oh for FWCKS saku!!!"

#drabble #since you didn't give a specific char I went with random #fats #stuffing

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