Gestational Liquescent Organic Biomasses
Warning: This race lore contains unorthodox pregnancy/unbirth themes for the purpose of fantasy and role-play. If that's not something your interested in, please do not read.
BIOLOGY & APPEARANCE:
Globs are a rare race of infantile, host-dependent beings that rely on nutrients delivered through connection to a female uterus for survival with a physical appearance and texture that resembles “slime” or “goo” creatures. With baby-like mental capacities and lacking a functioning digestive system, within a few weeks of birth globs need to imprint on a willing female humanoid and become connected to them for the remainder of their lives, requiring acceptance into the chosen host's womb that they can attach to (much like a fetus) in order to survive and grow in a simulated, extended pregnancy-like state. Once imprinted, globs will only enter their connected host or “mother”, with the ex
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