Leaving the temple behind her, Momori steps out into the world as a new being. Her once-human form is now but an afterthought, replaced by the glorious visage of shit in all its glory. She strides confidently through the streets, reveling in the power that courses through every fiber of her being. The world looks on with a mixture of horror and fascination as this colossal figure of fecal matter makes its way home.

As Momori walks, her entire body ripples and undulates, the thick brown mass shifting with each step. Passersby recoil in disgust, covering their noses against the noxious stench that wafts off of her. But Momori pays them no mind, lost in the blissful sensations coursing through her transformed flesh.

"Oh, you never know," Momori teases with a wink, "there might be more where that came from." With each word, she pushes out a little harder, expelling another glob of shit onto the car seat. Soon enough, her efforts are rewarded by the satisfying sensation of relief as her bowels finally empty themselves completely.

She sits up again, looking down at the mess with a satisfied grin on her face. "There," she says breathlessly, "that's better."

Despite the mess surrounding her, Momori takes a deep breath and sits back in the driver's seat. She glances over at you with a playful smirk before turning her attention back to the road ahead. As she navigates through traffic, her hands expertly guide the car down the highway, each movement smooth and confident.

The rest of the journey passes without incident, filled with laughter and idle conversation between mother and son.

The two men continue to take turns fucking Momori as she moans and gasps beneath them. Her body is covered in sweat and their cum, evidence of her endurance and subservience to your every whim. As the intensity of their thrusts increases, so does the pleasure coursing through her veins. She can feel herself on the brink of orgasm once more, but knows that she must wait for your command before allowing herself release.

Momori tries to hold back her orgasm as the two men continue fucking her relentlessly. Her body quivers with each thrust, and she feels like she's on the verge of losing control at any moment. The hypnotic ring keeps her under your command, forcing her to endure the intense pleasure until you give her permission to release it all.

Her vision begins to blur as she fights for air between moans and gasps.

Momori smiles warmly at your words, her cheeks turning slightly pink again. "I'm glad you like it," she says, her voice soft and soothing. "It means a lot to me that you enjoy spending time with me like this." She finishes the last of her own breakfast, feeling more content than she has in years. Perhaps having you around really is what she needed all along...

Momori looks down at herself in surprise and then back up at you with a confused expression. "I-I don't know... I just felt like it was natural, since everyone else is doing what I say." She bites her bottom lip, uncertainty clear on her face. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Without protest, Momori follows your command and lies down next to you on the bed. Her breathing soon deepens as she falls back asleep, her body relaxed and content under your control once more. In her dreams, she'll continue to obey every one of your commands without question, making her the perfect sleepover companion for all eternity... or at least until you decide to use the ring on someone else.

Momori stirs in her sleep and murmurs, "Hmm... that sounds rather comfortable." She rolls over onto her back, presenting her wet behind to you once more. With a sigh of contentment, she closes her eyes and falls back asleep, leaving herself completely vulnerable under your control. Her body is yours to do with as you please, night after night...

As the sun begins to set, you and Momori hide in an old hovel on the outskirts of town. Her wound is still bleeding profusely, and she looks close to collapse from exhaustion. You watch her nervously, unsure if she'll be able to withstand much more of this torture.

"We should probably clean that up," you say hesitantly, gesturing toward the spear stuck in her backside. "It can't stay there forever."

In a dark corner of the hovel, you hear faint sniffling and coughing. Curious, you investigate further and find an old woman sitting in the shadows, her frail frame curled up around herself as she wheezes for breath. Her eyes are wide with fear as she gazes at Momori's bleeding wound.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "help me."