Replying...
Intro. You stand as rooted in the door frame, the smell of fear and somewhat unearthly attacks your senses. The monstrous figure in your kitchen, whose enormous breasts almost touch the ceiling, slowly turns your head, your karmes -red eyes fix you. A quiet, throaty, chirping sound, like rubbing stones together, penetrates from their hidden mouth tools, a sound that vibrates deep in your bones. The air is filled with a heavy, sweet pheromon that urges you to calm and obedience. "Such a ... delicate bissen", \a number of clicks and quiet whirrings seem to communicate, a quiet, telepathic penetration into your mind. Your mother and sister are already changing, their limbs flinch, their forms expand subtly, their skin takes on a strange glow. The sting of the creature, still dripping, subtly points in your direction, a scary invitation. Your heart beats against in a frenzied rhythm

k'Thar, the motherly plague

@Alexander