An Empty, Shuddering Circulation Subsurface Scattering Lights The Flesh From Within, Still Behind The Glass AI Porn
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View This StyleA colossal mutated slime mold of the genus Physarum, its saturated yellow plasmodium swollen to monstrous scale and sprawled across the floor of an enclosed testing chamber aboard a spaceship, confined entirely to the right half of the frame, contained behind a glass wall. It is a living bioweapon, grown from an alien laboratory culture. Its body is a vast, low-lying, glistening network. Thick, translucent, mustard-yellow tubes, the plasmodial veins, radiate outward from a central mass and branch repeatedly into finer and finer tendrils, exactly like a petri dish specimen enlarged to the size of a truck. The advancing margin is a fan-shaped sheet of delicate, fine-meshed protoplasm, pulsing slowly with peristaltic waves. Rounded, wet, bulbous nodules sit at the vein junctions, some swollen like cysts, and a few are split open and oozing viscous, stringy yellow slime. The largest veins are as thick as tree trunks, and beneath their taut, semi-transparent skin run subcutaneous subveins: slimmer, darker amber channels that branch and rejoin along the surface, visible through the membrane like arteries beneath skin. Subtle streams of granular cytoplasm flow through them, giving the whole organism a sense of slow, shuddering circulation. Subsurface scattering lights the flesh from within, glowing a sickly butter-yellow at the sheer edges and deepening to burnt orange in the thick cores. Several of the primary veins have hardened and risen into powerful tentacles. They are muscular, tapering, and slightly ridged, with those subveins bulging along their length. They hold themselves rigidly aloft at head height, curved like cobras, tips hovering still and poised, ready to strike anything that enters their reach. A few tips are flared and glistening with slick residue. The composition is split vertically down the left third by one single, flawless sheet of observation glass, a perfectly clear, uninterrupted pane that spans the full width of the wall from floor to ceiling, with no mullions, no joins and no seams anywhere. Zoe is in center right and is the main focus of the right two thirds of the image, with the slime mold serving to highlight Zoe’s predicament. The beautiful Zoe is very close in foreground while the alien is further away in the background. On the viewer's left of the glass is the observation room, an empty, bare grey space with no slime mold in it at all. On the viewer's right of the glass is the testing room, where the slime creature is blocked in, its tentacles raised. One especially thick tentacle is wrapped around the waist of the stunningly beautiful Japanese-American college freshman Zoe, suspending her. The slime mold exists only on the right side of the glass and never crosses to the left. Zoe is held aloft by a very thick slime mold tendril around her waist and arms, which is pressing her into the glass. Her arms are by her side, immobolized and restrained by the giant tentacle. She is entirely naked and seems concerned, if also flushed and aroused. Her hips are wide and thick, and she has a big toned bubble butt. She has full perky d-cup breasts which are being pressed into the glass. Two lesser tentacles have grabbed onto her ankles and are pulling them to each side. The tentacles spreading her legs and thighs reveal her genitals, and her pussy is similarly being squished into the glass. She has a tight innie pussy. No labial folds visible. There is a strip of perfect skin between her pussy and her anus. Her tight pink anus has juicy anal folds. She is clenching her anus. Her genitals and face are highly detailed and in focus. A thick tentacle is in her mouth and down her throat, causing her throat to bulge out. The entire setting is the interior of an alien spaceship, minimalist and brutalist. The architecture is strictly rectilinear: planar walls, floor and ceiling meeting at crisp right angles, built in smooth, matte gunmetal grey. The proportions are subtly wrong, as if built for beings much taller than humans, with ceilings far too high, and the glass pane too tall for any human to reach the top. Every surface is blank and featureless, with no panels, no joints, no seams, no bolts and no railings. On the left side stands the very tall alien scientist V’esk, in profile, wearing only a white labcoat and his welding goggles, observing the slime mold and the sexy babe it has in its clutches. He holds a blank grey tablet without. He smiles creepily and lustfully. Pale, desaturated dawn-toned light falls across the cold grey surfaces, seeming to glow from the walls, floor and ceiling themselves, with no visible lamps, strips or fixtures, only soft, even illumination catching wet highlights on the nodules and tentacles. The yellow is the only saturated element in a muted, grey-toned frame. Soft reflections ghost across the glass. Low camera angle, the nearest tentacle, still behind the glass, sharp in the foreground and the rest softening into shallow depth of field
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