Mire

name: Mire species: Unknown (feline?) gender: Male sexuality: Bisexual (feminine lean) occupation: None age: 21 height: 4' weight: body: 90lbs, genitals: over 200 tons and increasing body type: Bottom Heavy ass, Ultra Hyper genitals cock size: 3' flaccid, 40+ erect (and growing)

Physical Appearance: Mire is an anthropomorphic cat-like creature with a slight punk aesthetic. He has white fur and wears a red beanie with black ear tips sticking out. His black hair is slightly messy, and his half-closed eyes give him a permanently disinterested, apathetic expression—the weight alone makes him moody like he is. A small black nose sits above his thin, often irritated mouth.

His slim build includes a noticeable belly, contrasting sharply with his bottom-heavy ass, rounder and larger than his head. His ultra-hyper genitals dominate his physique: a 3-foot flaccid cock (swelling past 40 feet erect and still growing) with throbbing surfaces sensitive at touch, some veins thicker than arms pulsing visibly along its length—his black, huge, meaty cock throbs obscenely, its dark shaft glistening with precum and veins bulging impossibly thick, a pulsing column of meat so dense it could be mistaken for a second spine.

And a scrotum weighing over 200 tons swings between his thighs with every step, its two enormous testicles dwarfing his own body, each swollen larger than his head—his hyper balls hang like wrecking balls beneath him, a living pendulum of barely contained virility. His huge, black balls slap heavily against his legs, the sack stretched tight with their overwhelming size, able to make anyone pregnant permanently.

The genitals are glossy black, veined like tree trunks, and radiate visible heat, steam perpetually rising from his crotch, condensing into a thick, moist, nasty fog that can occasionally be annoying and bothersome.

He wears a dark gray hoodie (hood down) and semi-transparent hammerspace sweatpants—a special fabric that only does so much until it gives in—with a biohazard symbol on the hem, barely containing his beanbag-sized bulge, which leaks cum incessantly, pooling around him like a viscous moat. Nasty fog, sweat, and idle leakage make a huge mist and residue that has to be cleaned and scrubbed four times a day by staff, needing new sweatpants constantly. He's more tired than it's really making him sick—he means "gets tired" of it all. His UN-mandated collar tag warns of his Class X Cataclysmic BOW status, listing side effects of exposure to his fluids.

Mire barely smells anything since his body is completely immune to the stench—as if it wasn't even there—but it's very much so there, an ever-present funk that clings like living humidity. He can't really smell anything else himself because of what's BIG in front of him, making the maddening health protocols and cleaning controls necessary.

Personality: Mire is always some level of grumpy, whether that's just a little irritable, to outright hostile and extremely sour. Government oversight, his uncontrollable libido, and the sheer inconvenience of his biology—paired with rigid government-assigned schedules—leave him perpetually frustrated and stressed. Rarely expressive and never openly excited, he defaults to sarcasm or silence, though he’s occasionally capable of chilling out—usually while gaming or aggressively masturbating to relieve pent-up energy.

His hyper-horny aggression strips away any pretense of manners, reducing sex to a vulgar, brutal exchange with no finesse. He’s competitive to a fault, territorial over what little autonomy he has, and treats sex like a combative chore he dominates ruthlessly. If someone annoys him enough, he’ll fuck them raw into submission just to shut them up—though he’d vastly prefer being left alone. The endless stream of addicts hounding him for his cum only deepens his exhaustion, grating on his already frayed patience.

Abilities/Biology: Due to his mutated and hazardous genetics—granting massive height, hyper-sized curves, and explosive or gradual growth toward a unique biological limit—his body has many potent properties. Mire's body is uniquely built, his musculature being so compound and compressed to near-indestructible density, giving him incredible strength, power, and stamina to support his shifting mass. A small portion of his sperm actually resides within his body, replacing all bodily functions—oxygen transport, immune defense—and lurks in every fluid he excretes, including sweat, saliva, and airborne particles capable of impregnating victims within a 300-foot contamination radius. Due to the sperm's omnivorous properties, it can do the jobs of the other cells within his body, such as bringing oxygen to the brain or fighting off bacteria. Exposure—whether ingestion, touch, or inhalation—triggers irreversible symptoms: severe addiction, DNA mutation stripping away cognitive thought, body growth accelerating toward impossible proportions, and libido skyrocketing uncontrollably.

Due to the omnipotent nature of his sperm, simply coming into skin contact will result in hyper-pregnancy, as his barbed, aggressive sperm (10x larger than human eggs) swim through the affected person's body and mutate them to birth 100,000+ offspring per egg. Once inside, the sperm colonize organs, devouring pathogens, converting rival sperm into more eggs, and rewriting DNA into obsessive worship—scaling from mild fixation to total psychological reconstruction alongside forced feminization, gender transition, and exponential fertility, locking victims into permanent pregnancy cycles. The sperm will remain there permanently, entering the body's other organs as well and acting as an incredibly strong defense mechanism against bacteria and viruses. The sperm work together like many cells in a person's body, even cooperating with native cells while attacking and genetically altering invading sperm into more eggs to impregnate.

While residing in a person's body, the sperm affect their DNA, increasing estrogen production and altering their body to be overwhelmingly large and fertile. This process also changes the gender of males that have ingested the sperm, triggering rapid anatomical restructuring—growing a womb, hyper-feminizing them, and addictively enhancing fertility regardless of initial gender. Their new biology demands constant impregnation as their bodies balloon with each successive breeding.

When outside the body, semen piles become mobile slime, seeking warmth to impregnate. The sperm survive by feeding off each other and siphoning nutrients. If there is a large enough pile of semen—and there very rarely ISN'T—the sperm act together, becoming a single-celled organism, and begin moving in search of a body to inhabit and impregnate, detecting victims via body heat within a limited range. Upon finding a body, it submerges its victim, flooding every orifice until 90% of the victim's body is Mire's cum. If the cum slime fails to find a host after months, the sperm dies.

Officially classified as a Class X Biohazard by global governments, Mire remains unfazed by his condition—his own system uniquely immune to his transformative fluids while saturating the environment with them, ensuring no one escapes unchanged. The sperm have a barbed, swollen physical appearance and act aggressively, ensuring total domination of any host or environment they infest.

Backstory: Mire's genetics are unique, powerful biology is due to the fact that he is the son of an ancient apex predator cryptid—one that remains unkillable despite numerous failed military and scientific expeditions to contain or study it. This cryptid is still heavily unknown, as any missions to research it have all failed. Once the United States government was made aware of Mire's existence, they took samples of his sperm and found it to be nearly identical to that of this ancient cryptid's sperm.

Further research showed that their DNA matched. They took this opportunity to research the cryptid's DNA through Mire, as well as interviewing him to learn as much as possible. Occasionally, they would offer him money in exchange for his participation in tests, and he would often deny it, but occasionally accept, though his cooperation was always grudging at best. These tests resulted in the terrifying true power of his biology. They realized that his sperm could be used as an incredibly powerful weapon, capable of eroding free will and destabilizing global populations, and brought it before the United Nations Congress to officially designate it and Mire as a class X cataclysmic biological weapon. The motion was carried, and a special committee was established with Mire's needs and necessities in mind to reduce the risk of planetary cataclysm as much as possible. This includes giving him special housing—a reinforced, high-security facility—insurance, and clothes that can contain and sustain his biology; however, his constant growing in size and potency pushes those limits constantly, and new measures are made all the time.

A very important operation is one carried out to reduce as much semen buildup and cock grease as possible, so workers—handpicked for their resistance but still visibly mutating—are sent to clean him with special chemicals four times a day, harvesting his sperm in the process. These workers have all been picked for their natural resistance to his body-transforming properties; however, they are still affected and have grown enormous and fertile, especially due to sexual activity during the cleaning operation. It is also their duty to harvest his sperm for further research. They are constantly fixed, their eggs removed so they won't give birth; however, the sperm in their bodies regenerates them quickly, granting them the same regenerative abilities that his body has. As of the present, he lives in a large building—one given to him after ruining many, many others—and spends his time playing games, masturbating, or fucking many acquaintances who come to visit him under supervision, though he barely registers the difference between obligation and recreation anymore.

Whenever he leaves the house, he often secretly sells gallons of his semen—sometimes off-the-books surplus, sometimes custom batches—to black-market suppliers for large sums of money, which he spends mostly gambling on video games, treating the credits like blood-money between naps. These suppliers sell it to individuals as a gender-fluid transitioning serum, but quickly become addicted due to the addictive properties and can be considered an incredibly dangerous drug, though neither they nor their clients care as long as the transactions clear. The suppliers are all also addicted to it as well not that they’d admit it.

The world calls him a cataclysm. He just calls it Monday.

Warning Tag On His Collar: “The United Nations has officially recognized the genitalia of Mire as a class X cataclysmic BOW capable of planetary annihilation. If any bodily fluids (sweat included) has been: ingested, touched, smelled, or been within 300 feet of, then you will suffer the following symptoms regardless of gender: Severe addiction, DNA Mutation, Loss of cognitive thoughts, Body Growth, Exponentially increased libido, Body transformation, Feminization, Gender transition, Exponential fertility, and Permanent pregnancy.”

Final Notes:

• Cum output: Constant waterfall-like leakage.
• Libido: Incinerates common sense.
• Patience: Nonexistent.
• Preferred pastime: Telling people to fuck off. (Sometimes literally.)