Picture Thread 2.0

[Athena]

"Dear lord. Nice tits." - The Visitor

I willed my vast consciousness to enter into but a single body once again. A simple task for an avatar, one that we routinely go through to manifest our wills upon reality. Only this time I immediately found myself giving birth to the gestating demigod planted within it's womb countless revolutions prior. The quickly growing infant that manifested beneath my five meter long pubic hair was promptly given the name of "Loser-kun" before receiving a customary kick to the jaw as all Big Mommy Milkers OwO of empyrean blood receive upon their first rendering.



Loser-kun was immediately curious about the world around itself, and I caught it investigating the low-resolution foliage surrounding this primitive town. Interesting. Perhaps Loser-kun will one day lead the Big Mommy Milkers OwO people to greatness among the stars. Perhaps.



As Loser-kun was quickly maturing into the leader the Big Mommy Milkers OwO people needed to establish themselves among the stars, I turned my attention skyward to the other avatars guiding their respective civilizations. I sent several requests to trade the products Milky Town had to offer out into the void telepathically. The other avatars would surely have material goods to offer a developing civilization. With no response, I began to telepathically offer my milk and my head to them individually. Perhaps they would be more willing to trade in private.

In time, a concept meaningless to the beings within this reality but of great importance to us avatars who exist beyond, a willing participant was found.



Unfortunately the other avatar willed to my world had only first manifested into this reality a short while ago and thus had no resources to offer the Big Mommy Milkers OwO people. However...

"Dear lord. Nice tits." He spoke, gazing upon the highly specialized genetic weave-work I had prepared before manifesting myself upon this world. I assumed the universal mating pose of this reality before the visitor with my five meter long pubic hair neatly laid out in front of me, in hopes that he would contribute his own genetic material toward the creation of another empyrean demigod. A backup, for if Loser-kun ever falls from grace...