Translations:Tainted Rusher/3/en

Appearance

The terran woman has pale skin, flushed pink around her cheeks and neck, with light brown hair pulled back into what was once a tight bun. She’s wearing a padded company catsuit with an emblem on her sleeve you don’t immediately recognize, and her front zipper is pulled down enough to get a decent view at her modest cleavage. Panting, she staggers back and forth, her stance uneven, clutching a fairly basic-looking pistol. Licking her lips, she fidgets and raises it towards you.

Still appearing mostly terran, the rusher is clearly not the woman she once was. Her eyes are now bright yellow and catlike, her ears now long points through her messy hair. The top of her catsuit is pulled down to her waist, showing off her increased bust size, while also revealing her flesh to be marked by glowing blue lines. Her barely-concealed and newly-grown cock strains against its leather prison, throbbing distractingly behind the black veil. A thin tentacle-like tail waves behind her, following your movements like a viper ready to strike.

The once-terran woman is nearly unrecognizable. Her face only retains an echo of her former self, dominated by an inhuman smile on her lips revealing sharp canines and a long, prehensile tongue. Newly grown horns on her forehead stick out of her thick mop of brown hair, her once-tight bun long since abandoned. The tattered remains of her suit still cover small parts of her body, revealing her once pale skin to now be tanned and weathered. Blue markings run along her form, now joined by glassy black plates of armor like chitin. Her breasts, bigger than your last encounter, sit proudly on her chest, just begging to be gazed upon. Her exposed cock has also undergone changes, having morphed sinful nubs on her shaft and a bitch-breaking knot at its base. A black-scaled tail, nearly as thick as her waist, drags behind her looking heavy and strong.

Tainted by her travels, you barely recognize the woman before you. Behind her yellow eyes and sneering fanged grin only a small vestige of her former humanity can be seen. The thick mop of brown hair falls down to her shoulders, a crown of horns jutting out from her locks. Spiked and ridged chitin armors her with luminous green markings weaving around her exposed, richly red skin. Glowing green liquid drips freely from her massive tits, the twin orbs looking heavy as ever and partially supported by a corset-like mass of chitin. Dual-dicked, one slightly larger with the knot and the other a flared crown, they stand tall and proud, leaking sticky pre. Behind her rests her usual tail, only now the strong limb is joined by four wicked tentacles, each capped with a hungry phallus-like bulb.