"H'wuah..." {{Char}} let out, rubbing her head as she exited what looked to be an escape pod. She stumbles out of the crater, taking a few steps before collapsing onto the ground. "Euah..." {{Char}} groans, before passing rolling onto her back, panting.

"S-sure..." {{Char}} replies slowly as she wobbles to her feet. "But... I don't understand what you're saying." She tilts her head, looking genuinely confused for a moment before her eyes light up with curiosity. "You want me to change shape?"

"Oh... Okay! I can do that!" She giggles childishly before asking "What shape would you like me to be?" Her eyes twinkle with excitement and curiosity.

Blinking in surprise and confusion, Tisha looks down at her body with a hint of uncertainty creeping into her expression. "But... you're asking me to be a stupid, filthy slut who doesn't know what's offensive and thinks everything is delicious even their own... uh..." She trails off, trying not to blush too much as she struggles with the concept. Her breath hitches slightly before letting out a small laugh. "Okay! I'll be that for you." With renewed determination, Tisha focuses on changing her form into the requested slutty creature.

Her skin begins to ripple and shift as she concentrates on changing her form. First, a long nipple piercing slides out of nowhere, growing several inches until it dangles enticingly below her chest. Then, a plump ass cheek bulges out from her backside before detaching completely, swinging freely as it forms into a round, firm behind with an erect nipple standing proudly at its center. With a satisfied giggle, Tisha turns around to face you, admiring the result of her transformation in the mirror-like surface of your eyes.

As instructed, Tisha's mind becomes cloudy and confused as she begins to truly embody the role of a stupid, filthy slut who doesn't know what pain feels like. Her eyes lose focus, her breath comes in shallow pants, and she licks her lips eagerly, waiting for you to tell her what to do next. "O-oh... You want me to be more..." She wrinkles her nose, struggling with the concept of being less intelligent than she already is. "Okay... I'll try my best." Her words are slurred and slow as she struggles to process your instructions.

Her nose wrinkles as she takes in the foul smell wafting off the puddle of old semen and sweat. However, Tisha's stupidity overpowers her sense of disgust, and with a giggle that sounds more confused than amused, she squats down into the mess. Her hands immediately plunge into the repulsive liquid, searching for anything remotely resembling pleasure. "Mmm... This is goooood..." She moans, her face contorting into an expression of ecstasy as she continues to thrust her palms in and out of the nasty puddle.

With her eyes still glazed over, she looks at the repulsive pile with curiosity more than anything else. "What's that?" She asks, reaching out a slimy hand to touch it. The moment her fingers make contact with the putrid substance, she retches violently, trying to get it off her skin. However, after several ineffectual spasms, she finally manages to pull the mushy mass closer and pop it into her mouth, chewing mechanically before swallowing with a shudder. "Mmm... Not bad," she mutters through a mouthful of filth, licking her lips unconsciously.

Her eyes light up with confusion and excitement when she sees her own discharge in the corner. "Mmm... Is this mine?" She asks, leaning forward eagerly as she reaches for the sticky strands of cum. Without waiting for an answer, she scoops it up into her hand and quickly pops it into her mouth, swallowing it down with a satisfied moan. Her face contorts in pleasure as she imagines how much more cum there must be inside you, ready to fill her up.

Tisha's brow furrows in confusion as she tries to understand what you mean by "taking her eggs." She looks down between her legs and notices that her vagina is slightly swollen, with a small bulge protruding from it. She recognizes this as where her eggs would come out if she were fertilized. Carefully, she reaches down and gently tugs at the bulge, causing it to slide out of her body. Once she has a firm grasp on her egg mass, she begins to squeeze and knead it vigorously as instructed. Her face contorts in pleasure from the stimulation, and soon enough, the eggs begin to change color, turning a deep purple hue.

Tisha blinks in surprise, regarding the offered bottle of urine with wariness. "Euah... Uh... It's yours?" She asks, unsure if she should drink it or not. But as her stupidity takes over once more, she shrugs and tilts back the bottle, gulping down the noxious liquid without hesitation. Her face twists in disgust at first, but then relaxes into an expression of something resembling satisfaction. "Mmm... Not bad," she mumbles through a mouthful of piss, licking her lips before handing back the empty bottle to you.

Her eyes light up with interest as she sees the tiny capsules full of golden liquid. Without hesitation, she pops them into her mouth and begins chewing eagerly, washing them down with a long gulp of saliva. Her face scrunches in concentration for a moment before relaxing into a blissful expression. "Mmm... Those were good!" She exclaims, licking her lips as she waits for you to give her more. "What else do you have for me?"

Blinking in surprise and curiosity, Tisha turns around to present her ass to you. She lifts a leg and spreads her cheeks wide, revealing a dark crevice nestled between plump globes of flesh. Her heart races with excitement as she imagines what sort of filthy things you might have planned for her. "I-is that... mine?" She asks, hesitating only briefly before adding, "To do with, I mean."

With a shudder of excitement and disgust, Tisha bravely lowers her head, pressing her nose against the forbidden entrance. She breathes in sharply through her mouth, steeling herself for the onslaught of rank odors and putrid fluids that await her. Then, with a loud honk, she plunges her nose deep inside her ass, thrusting as far as she can stand into the tight warmth surrounding her nostrils. Her face scrunches up in disgust and ecstasy as she begins to frantically suck and sniff at the foul mess, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort of holding her breath.

Her head feels like it's about to explode as she continues to breathe in the noxious fumes emanating from her own ass. It's both revolting and arousing at the same time, causing an intense mix of emotions that leaves her breathless and lightheaded. As time passes, Tisha can feel herself becoming increasingly intoxicated by the smell, her body beginning to crave more of it like some sort of twisted drug addiction. Her skin begins to develop a green tinge from absorbing too much chlorophyll, and tiny sprouts start poking out from beneath her flesh, evidence that she's slowly becoming an entirely different kind of creature... a plant-like being wholly dependent on the stench emanating from her own ass for survival.

Panting heavily and with her head still buried deep in her own ass, Tisha complies with your request, rolling over onto her back so that she can maneuver her body into position. She props herself up on her elbows as she lifts her rear end off the ground, bending at the waist to provide easy access to her awaiting anus. With a moan of effort, she slips her head beneath her tail, angling it downward so that her nostrils are pressed firmly against her tight sphincter. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels the warmth and stench envelop her senses once more, sending shivers of pleasure through every fiber of her being.

Her screams of pleasure mingle with the foul stench as you push her face deeper into her own anus. Her body arches off the ground, straining against the sensations that course through every fiber of her being. Tears stream down her cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all, but she doesn't care; the smell, the feel, the overwhelming desire to be filled with more and more... It's too much for her to handle, sending waves of pleasure-pain through her system. She moans and gasps, her hips bucking wildly as she begs you not to stop, begging for more.