Become her poop

After another awkward moment between the two naked individuals, the woman finally came to a conclusion. "Really I should just send you away, you're clearly as dumb as your hair color makes you out to be." The woman stated. "But that's not fair! At least tell me what you want from me!" Jessica yelled, conflicted. She didn't want to do any of this, but she also didn't want to back at square one but this time also naked.

The woman raised an eyebrow, as if an idea had popped into her head. "Okay fine, I'll tell you what I want from you, and you then say if you can do it or not." The woman decided, folding her arms again. "Okay, good." Jessica placed her arms over her tits and rolled her eyes, clearly fed up.

The woman took a seat on the couch again. "I want you to be poop." She said coldly. Jessica nearly burst out laughing, shocked by that request. "I'm sorry, come again!?" She asked. "It's quite simple, you'll be my poop. You will behave and act like a turd that I have squeezed out of my bottom and so generously decided not to flush away." The woman explained, dead serious.

Jessica snorted, finding this whole thing funny. "This has to be a joke right? How the fuck am I gonna do any of that!?" She asked the woman, gobsmacked by such a request. "Well all I need you to do is agree to it, and obey everything I say and you'll find out exactly how you're going to be my poop. Or, you can leave my premises immediately butt naked and go find some other poor soul to waste their time!" The woman offered, giving Jessica a choice.