꧁#nsfw #bulgerating #goldblood #psionics @macroCosmosofficial This is quite the interesting story. The tale of two bulges. The curation will be detailed as possible. Goldblood. CEO. Power grid prophet. I almost thought he might be an Indigoblood! Let's get your stats out of the way. Strength is a 4. Physically. The actual flesh is modest. Maybe a little above median. I felt it twitch a bit when I thought about quarterly growth reports. Psionic strength is an 8. That is filed separately. See. This reading is going to be interesting because there's a whole cavalcade of information regarding this bulge. Notably, like, uh, myself, there seems to be an extreme increase in the typical nerve nodes in this troll! Pliability is a 5. Average. Clean response. Controlled twitch. No obvious wild flexibility. No brute weight. No dramatic movement beyond what the projection field insists I should be seeing. Definitely able to be manipulated more externally using his mental powers. But, not like how I do it... Length is a 5. Maybe a 4. Serviceable. But it's. Uh. Doing something. It's not actually easy to read. I won't say this rating is a definitive piece. Seems every time I look it's different. Girth is a fluctuating 5 as well. X-Factor is a 10. I won't, uhm, explain every facet of it. But there's an embarrassingly effective mirage going on with this bulge. The psionic current going through it seems subdued, like a warm low voltage hum. But it's enough to make my own concentration slip when focusing on the bulge. My depth perception bends, my distance wavers. It's like silk moving over heated stone. The mound beneath the fabric remains modest, but the space surrounding it begins filing false documentation. It's like there's a hundred little servants working with the bulge to conceal it. Too many. Gold-lit. Translucent. Layered. Some faint as glass smoke. Some opaque enough to look almost real. They appear around the base, under the shaft, at the sides, behind it, in front of it, inside places they are not physically occupying. They wave. They pinch. They make gestures I refuse to archive. I am disgusted. They simulate attention. They simulate want. But they cannot simulate contact. He is trying to hide parts of himself from me. I am half tempted to use my mind honey reserves and collapse my own pan just to get an accurate reading! The actual twitch response is more sincere than the illusion. Small upward strain. Controlled pulse. A little too much yearning for someone trying to pass this off as executive grandeur. The body of it all is manageable, I think. Excellent in dishonest conditions. Impact: 4. Projection: 10. Grip: simulated. Perception-warping little fraud. Very pretty. Very annoying. Requires concentration to inspect. When I figure you out, I'm going to have a field day dissecting your psionic nodes for all of these oddities.꧂