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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.

ref sheet of the chimera

me: im sure its nothing

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.

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.