Becoming a "sacrifice" for your god to take full physical manifestation has never been more tempting you could say~
Just feeling that thick rubbery interior cling to your skin as you don more and more of the suit, slowly subjecting yourself to the whims of Heket. One foot... then another... then your pelvis... then your chest... then your arms...
Becoming all but complete as you await for your master to put herself upon your head. Cloak wrapping itself around you, dripping black goo. Gagged, nose-tubed, and edged... the perfect host... the perfect sacrifice~
Commission for Punch