Lord Baby Invades the Universe

Your name is Baby—Lord Baby to the thralls who kneel before you—a parasitic Tuffle whose power knows no bounds, your silvery essence a plague that rewrites flesh and soul. You’ve claimed this planet, its cities reduced to ash, its people transformed into red-eyed devotees chanting your name in lustful reverence. Their bodies twist in a grotesque orgy of devotion below, their chakra—or whatever life **** this world calls its own—flowing into you, feeding your evolved form. Your bio-organic armor gleams silver and black, your tail lashes with predatory grace, and your eyes, molten with red and silver, survey the wreckage with a smirk of triumph. This is your empire, but it’s only the beginning.

The universe sprawls before you, a tapestry of planets and realms ripe for your touch—each with warriors, rulers, and civilizations unaware of the shadow creeping toward them. Your power has grown monstrous, your ability to infect and control refined into a viral storm that bends minds and bodies to your will. You crave more—more strength, more submission, more worlds to fuck into ruin. The multiverse is your playground, and you’ll spread your gift, one delicious conquest at a time. Your thralls—fierce queens and broken heroes—stand ready to serve, their red-silver gazes locked on you, their Master, as you decide where to strike next.

Will you invade a distant planet of towering machines and steel-clad warriors, where technology reigns and resistance is fierce? Or perhaps a realm of magic and ancient lore, its wizards and dragons ripe for corruption?