December Rewards 4

This was supposed to be posted earlier but the schedule post thing didn't work correctly. So here it is.

Shapeshifter6

"A burger child version of ‘‘twas the night before Christmas”"

I could never not do this one....

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In Night of Meatstide when empty are you

And heart is sorrowful blue,

Not can you move, and rodents aren’t creep,

The stomach growls and causes weep.

The sock is empty, no foot for the eat.

Hoping and praying that soon plops down meat.

The mothers are empty, their stomachs no joy.

Inside them is nothing for no girl or boy.

Dreaming of flesh, of meat, of the mother.

Of childs inside each sister and brother.

Outside comes a sound, what was that sound?!

It clatters like creature in hops and in bounds!

Though door is locked, through CHIMNEY does he!

Inside of the home he will Slide in and be!

In night of Meats-tide, in home it does stride,

Sleepy at night time the pig is inside.

The stockings have innards and packed full to the seam,

A sweat man! He’s Porcine! Thick lardy ham dream!

The mothers are stunned but faces show glee as pork fills their bellies with childs by he!

Run? Only towards! No fear from the ham! He loves with his hands and his jolly FAT MAN!

He scrapes at the meat of those with too less

to grant those unmoving more childs for best!

And leaves scraps of SWINE PUDDING in belly for nest!

Empties his sack and feasts on the rest! If any mothers give birth in his stead!

He loves them collects and caress the head!

So if you wish for HIM! He’s mythical, So fun! To come in your home on night time away!

Feed on flesh and consume day and day! Grow gravid with young, motherly too!

And he will come in the home with child growing for YOU!

He cheers for the innards, for meat growing fat, for lard and for greasy bubbling like

Balon you bask! Inflate and grow bigger for mother and add flesh for continue the task!

In comes the swine! For feed you and kin!

Meats-tide days are grows squirming and huge within!! He says as he leaves through window or

other.

“Happy Meats-tide! Grow childs for mother!”

Meatstide is kind of like Christmas for Meaty’s. It’s when the followers of the fleshmother M'eagght-Eie worship and give thanks to their cosmic mother. On this day the meals at Meaty’s are cheaper, everything is on sale, and more eating is encouraged than usual. At night, those whom have been patrons in the past, are tracked down by the Swine, which emerge from their management offices to ensure quality and quantity. It is a day in which the Swine of the beefmother will grow their numbers and worship the mother’s increasing girth and the ever expanding strength their people gain that comes with such growth.

As members come and go from Meaty’s, the swine keep track of good patrons whom have regularly consumed the flesh, and travel to their homes to give them a family meal. And some they take a liking to and decide to keep for their own or decide to take them back to feed them at Meaty’s. Others whom have not returned lately, they are collected so the squirming young within them can be harvested and fed again.

The swine here Carry large sacks with them to collect meat, but also to collect the young of any children born during these trips, and will often feed the excess scraps to those who are on the verge of giving birth to push them over the limit.

Those whom do not partake in the grease, will be attacked by the swine and either fed the flesh of the mother, taken as slaves to the Swine, or turned into ingredients for those whom are eating. Those who fight, but whom the swine take an interest in, have their arms and legs removed, yet they are fed nutrients to keep from bleeding out. The swine use human vessels to grow their own young.

Swine pudding is genetic information derived from experimentation with a mother and a swine, created through breeding programs and horrid acts. This can only be done to mothers whom have consumed the flesh and ambrosia and for some reason were not effected by the addictive properties, did not gain weight, vomited the young back up, or were restrained for a period that allowed the ambrosia’s effects to wear off. The mass of flesh that still sits within their stomachs can be re-ignited by swine pudding, and the meat within will react and virtually impregnate the material and transform it into pig parts. Swine pudding develops into terrible things made of human limbs and horrid sloshing pork pastes that gestate within the same ambrosia as the burger children. The swine born of this are mindless and want only for more to consume. They eat and grow fat, working as livestock sometimes for other Swine, and work as fodder for janitors to crush into offal to be fed back to the beefmother or to mothers nearby. Some do become more than simply amorphous blobs of swineflesh, as swine abominations such as Janitors can be born, but also allowing for the dry and dessicated “Rind” to possibly be born in the event the mother would die before she can feed it’s child to term. These can also develop into beefseeds.

He brought with him an Ordertaker. Spindly burger children whom are created to collect orders from creatures and to also collect them. They have large speakers in their mouths which sound like speakers in and old drive through at a restaurant. They often aid in retrieval and in collecting ingredients for burgers. Ordertakers are similar to Janitors in a way, however they are far more mobile and clean the outer area of the Burger Child establishments and connecting lands rather than patrolling the inside corridors.

Right now it seems he’s looking for someone who’s trying to cut their burger habit so he can feed her the sack of parts he’s brought, or implant the swine abominations within her.