A 13-page comic about the Chief getting overstimulated and transforming at a deeply inopportune time, or: The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known. love IS real and we found her in the combination artillary scrapyard and restoration greenhouse.
I spent so long doing image editing and writing descriptions and cropping thumbnails that I forgot what I was going to say about this comic. It’s lesbianisms. It’s Chief and the R.A. a lot later in the story. It’s my psychic prison and I get to skip around the chronology.
As usual, heed the warnings. The canoodling is very unsubtle, but (mostly) clothes-on and a vehicle for story. I am also a known lesbian, though, so… Women.
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