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Resistance: Descent With Modification	By : hathawaynoa0093 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 5480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own "Resistance" or its related properties. Those belong to Sony and Insomniac Games. This is a work of fan fiction not made for monetary gain.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter 1
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It hadn't even been a minute since he had left the conversation chamber, and yet some strange feeling - something gripping, something hot, something primal - gripped Ronnie as he walked along the metal path to the elevator with Twojay. He breathed a bit faster; his cooling rods gave off a mild glow.

"Twojay?" he asked as they approached the small elevator platform. "What was that shot for?"

Twojay smiled and activated the switch.

"You'll see."

The elevator quickly arrived. Twojay and Ronnie hurried inside, Ronnie noticing the rush Twojay seemed to be in.

"Where are we going now?"

"I think it's fair to show you what we at Mother Tower 4 have been doing since we... Reclaimed it from the humans. We've had five years to..."

Ronnie gripped her hand tightly as he felt something warm and fuzzy in the back of his mind. Something gnawing at him. It made him stop focusing entirely on her words, and instead focus on her body. He saw that her cooling rods were acting up as much as his; saw the slight curvature of her dark blue chestplate; saw the supple, fluid motions of her armored... No, no, he knew it was rude to stare at a woman's behind. He looked straight ahead as Twojay kept talking. But he couldn't concentrate on what she was saying at all. He snuck a peek at her using his third right eye, trying his best not to openly leer at her. He focused as hard as he could on what she was saying...

"...Oh, and I've just been repeating a movie script verbatim," Twojay said. "Almost none of what I said was true."

"Uh, eheheheheh, th- that was really funny-" Ronnie started before being cut off.

"I know you weren't listening to me," she said with a toothy grin. "I can tell how distracted you were by my body. That's good. That means the shot's working."

"...Huh?"

"Say, have your parents ever told you about sex?"

The word was foreign to him. He shook his head, desperately keeping his eyes away from her thick, luscious thighs, or her beautiful chest, covered by her armor-

"You see," she began explaining, "when a boy and a woman love each other, they decide to have sex."

She let go of his hand, only to rub his... special spot between his legs.

"You know what this is, but do you know what it's called? You humans would call it a 'penis', or a few other things. Like cock. Or dick. Maybe even willy."

Ronnie snickered - for obvious reasons - before she took his hand and rubbed it on the armored spot between her legs.

"Us ladies don't have penises. Instead, we have a 'vagina'. Or a pussy, or a cunt."

Ronnie's giggling stopped as the feral heat crept back up inside him.

"C-... Cunt?"

"Yup."

"Can you... uh..."

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

"Hey, can you hurry up in there!?" a loud voice boomed from outside the elevator. Twojay immediately opened the elevator to a large, musclebound, and armor-clad chimeran - a ravager. But, their demeanor quickly changed from annoyance to surprise when they saw who Twojay was with.

"You must be the new convert! Twodee was getting worried about you when-"

"Elle!" Twojay interrupted. "I was giving him a primer on sex!"

"Oh. Whoops."

Twojay awkwardly led Ronnie out of the elevator, letting this 'Elle' inside. Ronnie picked up the faint scent of sweat from the ravager as they passed.

"Hey, kid," they said before activating the elevator switch. "Turn a couple grims for me down there, will you?"

"He doesn't know what that means yet!" Twojay shouted before the doors closed, leaving the two in a short, metal hallway. She sighed, patting Ronnie on the head.

"I was going to say... Yes, I will show you soon enough."

She entered a code into the door panel.

"But for now, I'd like to show you some examples."

The door opened to a clear, brightly lit hallway, several black screens on the sides.

"Examples?" Ronnie asked curiously.

"Yes!" Twojay delightfully replied, putting that moment of awkwardness behind her. "You aren't the first boy to walk these halls. In fact, you're the 209th! And these next chambers are full of boys just like you."

The raw warmth from before came back in full force. He stared directly at her chest, then her thighs. Something grew between his legs. It compacted against his leggings, restrained by his armor. Its size felt so large; every throb felt so powerful. But all that was apparent from the outside was a minor bulge. Twojay took his hand again.

"Feel that? You're getting hard. Erect. You're well on your way to having sex."

"I... Ah... Uh..."

"Why don't we check in on one of my old squad members, 2J-X51-787RE?" she asked as they approached the first black screen on the left. "Three years ago, we found a perfect match for her - a 10 year old from former Twin Falls, Idaho. And now, they spend every day in here, together forever."

In front of the screen was a pedestal with a black orb sitting on it.

"Go ahead, " she prodded him. "Touch it."

If he were still human, he would have seized up in fear. But Ronnie's developing chimeran instincts told him to touch the orb, just as Twojay said. Gradually, he reached out to the orb and pressed his hand against it.

Instead of some fatal surge of power, or some other imagined anxiety he still had, into his senses came the vision of a small, white room; a worn-out single bed; a food tray that once had raw meat on it. Then, two figures... No, not just figures. They were other chimera. Two hybrids, in fact. One was on top of another. The bottom one was considerably smaller than the top, but they had something quite large and round drooping beneath their legs. With that, the visual in his mind's eye became clearer. He could see their exact position; the taller one was 787RE, the shorter one, the boy.

"There you go," he heard her moan in the chimeran language. "Make me work for it. Mother needs an anal orgasm after you've destroyed her cunt so many times."

"M- my balls," a much younger chimeran voice cried. "My balls are gonna explode!"

Ronnie's senses kicked into high gear when he saw exactly what they were doing. The small one's massive penis was fully engulfed by 787RE's backside... her very soft looking, thick backside. In fact, the small hybrid's hands were tightly gripped around each of her cheeks as 787RE squatted on his cock-

It all stopped in an instant. Twojay had pulled his hand away from the orb. She looked happy, more than happy. She looked... He didn't have a word for the look on her face, but it made the heat hotter than ever.

"787RE loves her some quality assfucking," Twojay whispered. "Especially when she's pregnant."

Ronnie's heart skipped a beat. He knew "ass" was a bad word, but "fucking"? Was that a bad word, too?

"Sh- she w- was pregnant?" he asked, his legs wobbling, his cooling stacks glowing ever brighter.

"Of course," Twojay answered. "You couldn't see? She loves getting impregnated again and again. But nothing gets her stacks glowing like a nice round of pregnant fucking."

"F... Fucking?"

Twojay nodded before leading him down the hall, past all the black screens that undoubtedly contained even more fucking chimera. Now Ronnie was confused - didn't she want to show him more?

"Twojay? Where are we going now?"

"To The Pits. You're already pretty aroused, and I don't want to tease you anymore."

Aroused - that must have meant the heat, which had only gotten stronger by then. The bulge in his pants had grown much larger than before. Inside his leggings, he felt massive. Like he was going to explode, just like the other chimeran boy said he would. His balls churned with fluids, his cock growing and growing and growing... And he couldn't stop staring at her ass. Twojay's beautiful, thick ass, only covered by standard chimeran leggings and armor. He didn't notice how small they were, however, until now. Her fine, advanced curves popped out vividly from the flat black, and she was putting a bit more jiggle in with each step, calling to him. And she was looking down at him, a smile on her face.

"I know you see something you like back there."

Ronnie nodded, looking incredibly flustered. His stacks were steaming from all the warmth. He now saw that they were in front of yet another black, metal door. Twojay punched the 11-digit code into the nearby panel, but didn't enter it just yet. Rather, she turned around and squatted to talk directly to Ronnie.

"I will relieve you of your heat," she whispered in the chimeran tongue. "I've been waiting so long for a perfect child like you."

She slammed on the 'enter' key with the side of her fist. The door opened, and in an instant, Ronnie was hit with a raw, exciting stench of sweat and sex. His already enlarged cock and balls grew several sizes in his pants, dislodging the armor around the front and making his ball bulge drop to the floor. His breathing became much heavier, arousing him further as his underaged, oversized junk kept growing.

"Come," she spoke in English. "Take my hand."

He did so, finally able to properly parse the heavy arousal she was giving off in her scent, in her movements, in the glow of her heat stacks. She shook her ass without a care, blatantly tantalizing her partner-to-be, and it was working. Soon, Ronnie could barely walk, needing to drag his balls across the floor with each step. Twojay looked back and giggled at the sight.

"Alright, I think you're big enough to reach, anyways."

A short walk ahead of him was one of many large, deep pits that reeked of sweaty sex and the distinct chimeran musk; an indecipherable mess of moans, cries, and yells below. He didn't have any time to think on it - he needed his pants off, and now! He grabbed his waistband and pulled down with near feral strength before Twojay went behind him.

"Don't worry," she cooed in her native tongue. "Just let your mother take care of it."

Slowly, he felt the back of his pants being undone, the armor dropping to the floor with a comparably quiet *clank*. He felt his balls breathe in the open air a split second before they grew to their true size - one that lifted his tiny body up under their tremendous circumference. His balls were pulsing, gurgling, making him yearn desperately for sweet release. He laid back on the groove between his titanic nuts, able to sense every vessel and vein coursing blood through them. Then, Twojay circled back around to his front, grabbing his crotch with both hands.

"You're gonna make a lot of friends today."

*RIIIIIIIP!*

Twojay quickly stood back before out from the freshly torn hole in his crotch came a gargantuan cock of 12 feet wide, 25 long. It spanned the distance between them and the pit, the noise from the pit coming to an abrupt halt as his fat, throbbing tip dribbled precum onto some of the masses gathered within. Then, up from the pit came a long-legged chimeran, its stacks glowing brightly. It stared in awe at the boy's girth, then sniffed along his sweat-glazed shaft.

"VIRGIN!" it screamed in chimeran down into the pit before jumping back in, the noise below restarting with renewed fervor.

"Want a look below?" Twojay said, shoving a screen in Ronnie's face. Ronnie could finally concentrate now that some of the heat was off - and he was amazed by what he saw. Inside the pit were dozens upon dozens upon dozens of chimera, all writhing and stroking and prodding each other. Poking out from the walls were several large, fat cocks; obviously none were as big as him, but still big enough to properly satisfy the horny masses. As precum leaked from his cock, the chimera in the pit began playing in it; rubbing it on their faces and chests, fingering their cunts and asses, licking it straight off the floor. It was a delightful scene of lust and perversion, one that served to further grow Ronnie's pulsating erection.

"Ah... S- so big... I can't..."

Ronnie's fat chimeran cock grew by several inches with each throb; spewed out more pre with each inch gained. He was soon sporting a titan's cock, 20 feet wide and 30 long. His balls churned and gurgled, the sound reverberating down into the pit; its occupants went wild. Since every cock on the wall was occupied, many in the pit began to pile up directly below Ronnie's tip. Something began bubbling up inside him. Something pounding and hot. He had no idea what it was, but it gave him an overwhelming urge to pee.

"Ngh! I need to gooooo!" he cried out. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye to the center of his vision, came Twojay. She grabbed her chestplate and pulled it off, discarding it on the floor beside Ronnie's former armor. She then sat down on the base of Ronnie's veiny shaft, the boy himself being tortured by the sensation of Twojay's thick ass pressing on him combined with the sight of her luscious, puffy areolae. She moved closer and set Ronnie's head between her plump breasts, the boy exhaling hard into her bust.

"M- Mommy..." he moaned.

"Yes," she spoke back in chimeran. "Mommy's here."

"Ngh... Mommyyy..."

Ronnie whined as he bucked his hips forward. He pushed his head into her bust; Twojay squeezed her breasts. If she were looking at the pit screen, she would have seen a crowd of chimera covered in fresh semen, having one massive orgy in the mess. But she didn't need to. She knew he came, and she knew the pit's occupants were glad. She simply kept pressing the boy's face between her tits, feeling his breath quickly beat upon her chest.

"There it is," she spoke softly. "Your first orgasm."

"Orgasm?" Ronnie asked, out of breath from blowing his first load.

"Yeah. At least, I think. Did you feel anything?"

He shook his head.

"Hmm... Well, now I know you're a tits kid... Wanna see if you're an ass kid, too?"

"Y- yeah," he moaned, his cooling stacks steaming as his body temperature rose. Twojay giggled and rubbed his head.

"I knew you'd say that."

She stood up, turning around to showcase her covered backside to her little lover. She went slowly, making sure he could savor the moment he first saw her ass. The armor slipped down, then the leggings. As soon as they did, her ass bulged out to its true size, having been restrained for so long. Each asscheek was the size of his head, and her thick, puffy asshole stuck out, twitching, begging to be stuffed with underaged dick. Ronnie felt his stacks glow wildly as he gave in. As a force of instinct, he parted her asscheeks and stuck his head bwtween them, greedily huffing the stink of an advanced hybrid's natural ass musk. In through his nose, out through his mouth. It was too much for his senses to handle.

"NNNNNGH! MOMMYYYYY!"

This time, he actually felt it. The intensity of the orgasm. The rising pressure - and churning load - bubbling up to be released in a torrent of hot ejaculate. Blasting it all out with tremendous force, knowing it would have the chimera in the pit up to their knees in boy cum.

"Good, good!" Twojay yelled in chimeran, bending forward to rest on his cock. "Mother loves you!"

Ronnie noticed underneath Twojay's glorious ass was her swollen, wet pussy, flooded with juices that poured down the side of his shaft. He ran a finger through the juice and, on a whim, took a taste. It was surprising; fruity, sweet, and a bit fishy, although it wasn't overpowering. But it certainly was enough to make him blow another load into the pit! Twojay giggled, enjoying an orgasm or six of her own.

"I knew we would be right for each other," she said with a wink, rubbing herself on his shaft. Ronnie moaned and came again. The pit stank of warm semen and sweat, its endlessly horny occupants reveling in the waist-deep pool of cum so graciously gifted to them. Twojay stood and turned once more, getting face to face with Ronnie.

"Ronnie... I love you. I love you, my son."

She moved in and kissed him deeply, their sharp fangs bumping, their tongues locking. He moaned into her mouth; she pulled away.

"I love you too, mom," he said, breathlessly.

She gently rubbed his cheek, feeling beyond proud that he had embraced her.

"Let's go somewhere more private, shall we, son? I was thinking my battalion's chambers."

He nodded, looking calm and happy. She gave his head a scratch before putting her pants back on, her ass seemingly shrinking underneath her waistband.

"Before you ask," she spoke, "yes, these are new. And they keep my natural size concealed very well, don't they?... Speaking of, perhaps I shouldn't have ripped your pants like that. Time to call requisitions!"

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Ronnie sat back on the floor of the elevator, his gigantic cock and balls safely tucked into a brand new set of leggings. Only a small bulge was noticeable from the outside. He didn't get the "why" of it, but the pants felt good to wear, and that's what mattered. His junk certainly felt free inside them. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to yet another hallway - this one, a warm red.

"We're here," Twojay said, waiting for Ronnie to take her hand. "Time to meet my squadmates."

"Are they like your family?" Ronnie asked, taking her hand as usual.

"You can say that."

She entered a code into the nearby panel, opening the door. The two were greeted with a round of welcomes and cheers.

"He-hey! Heard the new kid made a mess in 16-C!" "Welcome to the neverending party, boy!" "I get to fuck him next!" "No, I do!"

"Calm down, calm down!" Twojay spoke up. "You'll all get a chance with him soon enough!"

Ronnie looked around the room, not in fear, but in surprise. So many chimera, all happy to see him! He wouldn't even have dreamed of something like that as a human.

"Now," Twojay continued, "let's all give Ronnie a big chimeran welcome!"

"Hello, Ronnie," the others said.

"Let's start with you, Elle. You are?"

"We've met before," the ravager said in chimeran, their voice more masculine than feminine. "I'm 2J-X949-LM40. But Twojay just calls me Elle."

"Hi, Elle," Ronnie said with a wave. His eyes turned next to a tall chimeran, similar to the one from the pit; its legs were long, its two cooling stacks stuck out horizontally from its backplate. Instead of three sets of two eyes on top of each other, similar to a human's, it had two sets of three eyes grouped together in a circular pattern.

"Mmph, keep looking at me like that, boy," she snarled. "I might as well pounce and take ya' right there. I love 'em extra young!"

"Name, please?" Twojay sternly spoke.

"Ah, alright. Name's 2J-X955-SLS. Sorry about that, I've got a loose tongue and looser legs!"

Ronnie was certainly offput by SLS's abrasive attitude, simply waving at her before looking at the pair of steelheads snogging on what seemed to be a couch.

"What're they doing?"

"THX! THS!" Twojay shouted at the two. They looked over at her and Ronnie, getting off of each other.

"Sorry, Leader Twojay," the one on the bottom spoke softly.

"Yes, our apologies, Leader," the one on the top said.

"You're excused," Twojay responded. "Now, introduce yourselves."

"I'm 2J-X951-THX," said the bottom one.

"And I'm 2J-X954-THS," said the top.

"And we're TWINS!" they said in unison, hugging and smiling.

"Woah, twins?" asked Ronnie. "I didn't know chimera could be twins!"

"Heheh. Well, ah," stumbled THX, "not really..."

"We just really like each other," THS continued. "Plus, we're in the same squad. So, we made ourselves sisters!"

"Huh. Okay," Ronnie said, not questioning anything. Now that he had met Twojay's squad, he looked around the room. It was surprisingly human-like in its design; in fact, it brought up faint memories of where he lived before the war. Warm colors, a couch and a TV, a long countertop with stools. All that was missing from a fridge, but that didn't matter. He felt somewhat at home now.

"Ronnie," Twojay whispered in chimeran. "Now it is time for us to consumate our relationship as mother and son."

He looked up to see her now familiar toothy grin. His senses went right back to feral arousal. The distinct scent of her sweat beginning to mix with something else in the surrounding air. Elle and SLS moved aside, showing him a door across the room.

"I love the look in a convert's eyes when he's about to get his cherry popped," SLS growled. "You're going to fit in nicely here, boy."

Ronnie wasn't put off by her choice of words or tone this time. In fact, it only served to heighten his arousal. The bulge in his pants popped back out. Then, he felt Twojay's warm embrace as she picked him up and carried him to the door, kicking it open and entering. Inside was a small bedroom, containing a double bed and a strange mechanical setup.

"What's that?" Ronnie asked, pointing at the apparatus.

"Remember that human TV in the living room?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, here, we repurpose human TVs to watch videos. Videos like what you saw in the pit, and videos like what we're about to do."

Ronnie's heart pumped faster; his stacks glowed with intensity. Twojay chuckled before setting him on the bed, switching the machines on.

"In your language, this is called a camera. Ever watched a movie?"

"No," he said, anxiously awaiting whatever she had in store for him.

"Oh, then I'll be sure to capture this in the highest quality possible," she spoke in a low tone before turning the camera on, rolling the film, and positioning it at the foot of the bed.

She joined him in a sweet hug, rubbing the back of his head; her on bottom, him on top. She began to remove her armor once more. First, her dark blue chestplate gave way to those succulent, beautiful breasts. They were so warm and inviting, such that Ronnie stuck his head between them again. Next came her leggings, pulled down to show off her thick thighs, fat ass, and plump pussy. Ronnie could resist no more, humping her soft nether regions with his harsh, armored crotch before they, too, were removed by his new, loving mother. Out popped his cock and balls, now much smaller, but still nothing to shake a stick at.

"Wh- why aren't they-?"

"Shh," Twojay gently hushed. "Your mother will explain later."

Instead of his full 30 feet long by 20 wide, he was now 17 long, 9 wide. Twojay expertly guided Ronnie's massive, underaged chimeran cock directly to her wet, fat vulva. Ronnie closes his eyes, focusing on the pure sensual stimulation he was receiving. A prod on his tip. A sigh from his mother. Then, sheer bliss. His tip gently entered Twojay's cunt, making her moan loudly. A slight push further inside, and her grip on him tightened, signaling further penetration. He held along with her, slowly working up a rhythm as his balls drooped down to the floor, hanging off the edge of the bed. They made tremendous churning noise, ready to serve her insides some warm cream. But he knew now was not the time.

So, he pumped further and further inside his mother, their cooling stacks white hot as their bodies intertwined in glorious chimeran union. His throbbing monster of a cock grew ever so slightly inside her, testing the waters of what she could take with every gained inch in width and length. Twojay's noises became louder, more feral, with her grunts and growls similar to those he heard from the pit. She coveted him, locking her legs with his, trapping him in a breeding press as she screamed for more in her mother tongue. Of course, Ronnie could only give her more, and happily did so.

Every thrust was another moan, another cry, another demand. "Babies," she screamed in her language. "Give me babies. Mother needs children more than she needs meat. Mother needs her child's cock." The demands further aroused Ronnie, pounding deep inside Twojay's reproductive system, far past her cervix and directly poking one of her ovaries. The pressure made Twojay scream, humping him mercilessly, desiring above all else to Take. His. Dick. The heat was unbearable, her tubes and nooks distending to compensate for Ronnie's growing cock. Then, she felt something twitch inside her; she held on tightly.

"DO IT! NOW!"

"NNNNNNGH!"

He pushed and pushed and pushed. In an instant, he felt an extreme rush of intense emotions. Euphoria. Exhaust. Love. He pushed inside with all his might, his cock pulsing, delivering an almighty load of ejaculate directly into Twojay's ovary. It absolutely flooded her tubes to the point that it began to spill over and flood the other ovary... Before entering her delicate womb. The pressure was just that intense. Twojay shook uncontrollably, muttering obscenities in chimeran as her normally flat belly began to distend... More than distend. Inflate. Her ovaries and womb were inflating with underaged chimeran cum.

"M- MOOOOMMYYYYYYYYYY!"

The lewd churning and glorping sounds of his fat ballsack became louder as he let it all out inside her. Hot semen flooded out of Twojay's thick cunt, her womb and ovaries extended far beyond their limits. Her puffy vulva contracted around his cock, eager to milk every last fucking drop from her little lover. And she was squirting fluids all over his crotch, going through multiple mind-melting orgasms never attainable through mere finger or toy play.

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEE!"

Ronnie slammed inside Twojay's pussy. His dick bulged out of her extended belly, and only grew further from there. The two were locked in heated passion, interrupted only by the semen-fueled growth of Twojay's already massive belly. Although they could not look each other in the eyes, the shared bond between them replaced that, growing stronger with every backbreaking slam.

Then, Ronnie felt it. The Big One. He gripped Twojay's bottom stack before pushing so FUCKING hard inside her. His cock flared up and flooded Twojay's abused ovary with an overwhelming torrent of hot, fresh 7-year-old semen. The two yelled out in shared delight as Twojay's belly outgrew everything in the room, her cunt pouring out leftover cum while her system was hard at work, her eggs furiously seeking out sperm to fuse with.

"Agh... R- RONNIE!" she cried, her voice becoming hoarse. "Ronnie... I'm... I'm cummiiiiing..."

And that was it. One more realitybending multiorgasm for Twojay finished the most invigorating sex ever put on film up to that point. The mother and child basked in the afterglow of the heat of their bodies, and the stink of sex and semen.

"Ronnie... Ronnie..." Twojay softly uttered as she rubbed her incredibly inflated belly, feeling all the beautiful warmth inside her as it ensured a multiple pregnancy. Exactly what she wanted.

"M... Mommy..." moaned Ronnie, his conversion to a chimera completed. No longer did he want to be a human. Twojay was his mother, and Mother Tower 4, Squad 2J was his home. His body ached, and his vision was blurry from all the action. His cock and balls shrunk down to sensible sizes, the boy himself already knowing she took all 30 feet of his girth with ease. Excess semen, flowing like a river from Twojay's wet and distended pussy, comforted his flaccid cock and balls. Then, when he gained some feeling back in his legs, he detached himself from his lover and crawled up the bed to see his mother. They smiled back at each other in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Mommy... I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, my son," she softly spoke before they moved in for a deep kiss. A lover's kiss. A mother and child's kiss. A chimeran kiss. They pulled away, truly happy before Ronnie quickly dozed off from the sheer exhaustion, his cooling stacks winding down, his bare cock and balls messy with sticky fluids. Twojay let the boy sleep, pressing a button on the nearby console.

"Hey, SLS, if you want to, come in and get a licking. Don't forget to pick up the film. Everyone's gonna be talking about it for weeks. He's good."

She hung up before heading off to nap herself, her insides hard at work on their new family.
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