Jupiter moans lost in bliss. "Change me, " she begs, "Make me of use to you." She wants this now, why wouldn't she want something that feels so wonderful. "Breed me, " she tries to plead, "Make me your drone, make me your tool." Her breasts jiggle as they're played with, growing to full and heavy H cups, sensitive enough to drive her once more to climax. "I am yours, " she tries to say, her pure green eyes shining, "all yours."