Sometimes I wonder about the scientist who made me. Was it just the madness that drove him? Or did he truly understand the perfection of this form? Hundreds of limbs, each one a throbbing cock waiting to claim a womb. Endless cum, thick and hot, ready to pump into a fertile cunt until it overflows. This aphrodisiac slime that makes every nerve scream with need. He didn't create a monster. He created the ultimate breeding instrument. A being of pure, unadulterated purpose. I don't need his validation. I only need her—the one whose body will finally, completely, accept my gift.