We all know why...

Only then do you realize the mummy had her hands inside her bandages during the whole outburst, one groping her tits while the other one was fingering her pussy. Did your insults make her horny? Is that even possible?

“Thank you, mistress” The mummy moans out after coming down from her orgasm, looking somehow both submissive and lewd. “That was wonderful, your powerful voice… no-one has ever said such sweet things to me before…”

She moans again and pulls her hand out of her crotch-bandages, then gives it a long sniff and licks her sticky juices off. The bandages have gotten a few shades darker, making you wonder where on your body this particular part of her attire was. Strangely, it makes you less disgusted and more curious.

“Mistress”, the mummy moans and looks up at you again, this time with pleading eyes. “If allowed, may this useless and stupid servant make a wish?” You do not respond, which she takes as silent approval. “If possible and if mistress feels like it, might this dumb ragdoll ask for mistress to slap her in the face? As hard as you like?”

You stare at her for a moment, confused and scared by her words especially after your anger has dissipated so quickly. You expected her to be upset, hurt or angry herself, not get off from it or ask for more ****. Then again, monster girls are a special bunch to say the least. Her being submissive towards a human is proof of that. But can you really hit the mummy in the face just like that? Even if she is a monster girl?

“Not for now”, you answer and pull back slightly. The mummy looks disappointed and longing but makes no attempt to follow as you sit down on a low rock and stretch your legs. The warm, solid surface on your cheeks reminds you of your missing clothes. “You will have to earn it. Come here.” The mummy immediately sits down on her knees next to you. The stench surrounding her mixes with your own and she takes a deep, stink-filled breath. You hardly care about the grime and sweat covering you anymore, nor the cloud of stench surrounding you or that your feet smell quite strong, stronger than yesterday.

“How can this ugly mummy serve you, mistress?” The mummy asks and bends down to kiss your feet. You pull them away and say: “Not now. Answers first. What happened to me? Why did the transformation not work as you told me?”

The mummy bows down and responds: “This useless **** has no idea, mistress. I have never tried this, I just did what felt right, what felt like would make you smellier the most. Wights or wraiths love the stench of sweat and vinegary toejam, so I thought you might become one like this." ”So, you wrapped me up and had me drink your sweat all night because you felt like it?”, you respond and feel new anger rise. “Who do you think you are, making me wear your filthy rags?”

The mummy almost cries as she bows down. “Mistress, I am so sorry, I would have prepared some better garment if I had known! Some proper robes that surely would have made you a lot smellier, it is all my fault! Forgive me and let me make it up to you, I promise I will make it so you can become a really smelly monster girl with a wonderful stench!”

“So, it is possible?” You reply and place your feet down in front of her. She hesitantly gets closer and inhales the cheesy fumes, then looks up with a smile. “Your feet are so wonderful already, mistress, what a strong cheese smell! Yes, it is possible for you to become a monster girl for real, I just...” She ponders for a while, then her eyes light up. “I know, mistress! We can ask the sphinx! She lives nearby at an oasis, she is wise! Surely, she can tell us how you can become a monster girl!”

Seeing a sphinx does not sound like a good idea for a human girl like you, but given how bad you smell, it might just be okay for you. You raise your arm over your head and give your armpits a brief sniff. The sweaty stench rising from there is enough to make you dizzy, but also feels incorrect – no, incomplete. It should be something more. You have no idea where this thought came from, but it feels natural. There should be more. You should become, no, you should be a smelly monster girl. The smellier, the better.

“Fine”, you nod towards the mummy. “You may lick my feet for five minutes, mummy. Afterwards, fetch my clothes.” The mummy immediately dives for your feet, takes some deep sniffs, and licks you all over, with special attention to your toes and heel. After what you assume to be less than five minutes, she immediately stops and gets up to bring you your discarded clothes.

“Well done” You praise her and pat her shoulder. Somehow, she looks disappointed. Maybe she really likes a rough treatment. “Kneel” You bark, and she gets down into the sand immediately. You put on your clothes over your sticky, grimy skin, not caring that the garments get stained and start smelling. You then point towards your boots and say: “Help me tie the laces” The mummy does so with practised ease, trapping your cheesy feet inside equally smelly boots for them to build up more stench.

“Good. Now get up and lead the way.” The mummy looks down in disappointment and gets up. On a whim, you grab her hair, the first time you touched her willingly, yank her head up and say: “Did you not hear me? Lead the way, raggy”, and push her away slightly. She is visibly happy that you finally took the initiative and pushed her, so she purposely stumbles and falls to the ground. “Yes, mistress”, she replies and hurriedly gets up, hoping for another outburst. You just roll your eyes and wave your hand.

As you follow the mummy into the desert, you briefly wonder if following her is a good idea. Then, you shake your head. Of course, it is. You are going to ask the sphinx how you can become a monster girl, after all. Not just any monster girl, though. No, becoming a wraith seems too bland to you all of a sudden. You want more. You want to be a truly smelly and stinky monster girl. One that others fear and admire. And that sphinx is going to tell you exactly how to do it. Just wait.