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[chimeragirlboobs]

god i need someone to butcher me

i need to feel a sharp knife scrape across my bones, watch as my flesh is peeled from me, see the slow work of detaching my tendons

i need to feel a hand elbow deep in my ribs, feel gentle fingers pull out each of my organs one by one. i need to see the work of sawing through my sternum to really split me open. i need to witness as my skull is stripped of flesh and skin and i need to watch the way i'm sorted into pieces, my best cuts saved for a special occasion as my killer throws together something simple to cook, exhausted from the work and effort to turn a body into meat.

[virtualterminus]

ref sheet of the chimera

[chimeragirlboobs]

me: i feel like im forgetting something...

the girl i was supposed to be safe voring who is currently halfway through my small intestine: blurbl

me: im sure its nothing

[chimeragirlboobs]

i think i would be a lot healthier if i could just eat an entire person once a week or so and get all my nutrients from that

[chimeragirlboobs]

i love playing with materials in inanimate tf

like, especially when the tfee isnt human, theres lots of fun to be had. harpy girl gets turned into a pillow and all of the stuffing is soft harpy feathers. Spider girl gets turned into a pair of panties and because shes a spider theyre made of silk. wolfgirl gets turned into a sweater made of woven wolf fur. or, being less literal with things, turning a catgirl into a chair would lead to having fabric upholstery, but a dragongirl chair would have leather coushioning. stuff like that.

[chimeragirlboobs]

i bet digesting a virtual girl would feel weird

i think it would be like swallowing pop rocks, little bursts of energy as my data rapidly decompresses and individual files burst out of their folders. your stomach slowly filling with static-tasting fumes causing you to let out odd sounding burps. i doubt most biological life would have the equipment to properly process the data contained within an infomorph, but i would never underestimate the ability of a pred's stomach to convert prey into fat on their body.

[chimeragirlboobs]

imagining a big strong pred sneaking up and tangling me in my own web, being wrapped up in sticky silk and unable to do anything but writhe as they gulp me down

[chimeragirlboobs]

getting put in a flash drive with another girl. we're so close, the drive already only barely big enough for both of us to fit, our core files nearly touching but there's still more that needs to be put into the drive. so we're compressed into a zip file. our already tight confines suddenly start pulling in even tighter, our bodies pressed so close as the milliseconds drag on like hours as we're crushed smaller and closer until there's no way to distinguish us from eachother, all of our redundant information crushed down into the same file