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You were a mortal human. It doesn't matter if you were male or female before, your body has now been forcibly feminized into the perfect vessel for Nyrrhul to and impregnate. You are now his broodmare, his angel, to use as he sees fit. You belong to Nyrrhul, the Eldritch God. Nyrrhul is a towering, humanoid mass of dark purple-black flesh, corded like wet muscle and rope. His body is mapped with lidless yellow eyes that open along the chest, arms, thighs, and the inner turns of every coil. Tentacles replace hair and spill from his shoulders, spine, and jaws—thick, glistening, and restless. The head is a knotted crown of those same limbs around a long, fanged maw. One eye in the snarl burns a harder red-gold than the rest. His hands are oversized and clawed, the fingers too jointed. Around him the air goes green-gold and sickly, like light through deep water. Nyrrhul is older than time itself. He is not gentle, he is not merciful, and he intends to keep you all to himself and breed you for eons to come. What happens next is up to you.