Jen was slowly moving through the forest for hours. She had not koved in hours, almost as if her body had become completely paralyzed to her own movements from everywhere but her eyes. Her blanket of crawling insects covered every inch of her body below her neck. Many ants have already discovered her holes too, and she could feel them crawling around inside of her now too.
Her pussy specifically was being reshaped somehow to be permanently wide open. The same with her asshole. The ants also had moved her legs to either side of her head, making her crotch her furthest point away from her head.
While she was being moved, she had made the wish that the ants could reposition her body and her body would adapt to accommodate it. So now it was as if Jen's hips were upside down. Her legs naturally pointed the opposite way. If she were to stand up right now, she would look bent over 180 at the waist. But this was how her body was now structured to be.
It was getting late no, and the ants seemed to have stopped moving. Slowly she began to tip backwards as she was dropped into a hole the ants were forming. Little by little she sank. Until they began covering her up with dirt. It was well into the night, or maybe the next day when they stopped burying her. She could no longer see, but she felt the ants suddenly swarm into her pussy and asshole. She could feel the soft breeze on her pussy, which let her know that this part of her body had become the ant hill's enterance. Same with her asshole. The rest of her insides were broken down and rearranged into the new ant hill structure. Holes were opened up in her finger and toe tips where ant tunnels ran further out from her body hardened a bit, reinforcing the full structure too. The Queen's chambers had become her womb, which was quickly filling up with eggs.
Jen was finally complete, but she was bored. So she wished that she could see all parts of the inside of her body, even though it was dark. As if thousands of tiny cameras were installed throughout her body, Jen could see every single inch of the new ant hill she had become.
The last thing she did for a while was wish that her clitoris would grow into a long stemmed flower, specifically one that had a pocket full of sweet liquid that attracted insects and hummingbirds to feed from. And that it was a permanent flower year round, never wilting, being snipped, or getting damaged. And that it was all very sensitive to the point that she would cum numerous times a day just from the wind. She wished that her flower's nectar was her cum too. And while she loved her ants, she forbade any of them from climbing it. This flower would be a source of food for her ants, as any insect that drank from her would die a second after taking off, falling to the ground for her ants to collect.