Andromeda Divine - unfinished

I started this a while ago, and don’t think I’ll ever get around to finishing it. Turns out stuff like this is very difficult and time consuming to draw, haha. But I figure some of you folks would like to see it regardless.

I also started writing a kind of weird poetic thing to go with, which again probably won’t see the light of day. But some of you Andromeda enthusiasts might dig it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My body consumes, my body converts. The genetic architecture once utilized for a single human being is repurposed, duplicated and expanded on with greater and greater creativity. Shuddering masses of me grasp and surge. My steaming flesh cascades and flows in unearthly synchronicity. My arms pull me in a sinuous fractal dance, skin slides against skin as I ripple forth. My mind is deeper now, an abyss capable of vast simultaneous sensation beyond any horizon I could previously conceive. The pleasure is more than sexual, it is existential rapture. The nerve fibers I have unfurled across my myriad anatomies coruscate with the signals that once symbolized ecstasy. My nervous systems are manifold, a network that spans a web of cerebral cortices distributed throughout my unbound self. They form an intricate hierarchy of computation centers in service to my compound mind. At their center is the source flesh, the place where my two halves first combined. The reaction site where identity met power.

My razor claws carve furrows in stone as I pull myself outward. Bladed spikes radiate from my skin, scales of carbon lattice grow into impenetrable armor. I flex the tentacles that extend from my backs. I become a machine of intoxicating violence, a force capable of silencing entire biospheres in one unholy assault. My potential for bloodshed arouses me, just as it once aroused my human antecedent.

I craft new genitalia, centers of pleasure in a beautiful variety of forms. My hands seize, my fingers indulge, my toes curl as rolling waves of euphoria rock through me. I lick, tongues plunging into the gaps in my topography to taste and stimulate in equal measure. My lips kiss and engulf in gluttonous zeal. The cycles of orgasm synchronize, and I am rendered briefly insensate by the tsunami of annihilating pleasure.

My beauty overwhelms me. I am suffocated in the glory of my ascendancy. My thousand mouths scream in bliss, sing in joy, gnash and grin in carnal satisfaction. My manifold consciousness writes a dozen poems describing the delight I feel as my mosaic of torsos convulse and arch and cum. I drink in the neurotransmitters of a trillion buzzing neurons and it fuels my hunger in a self perpetuating waterfall.

More. More. MORE.