-The coffin of Meherenazde, the legendary Egyptian concubine. Alegedly born on the kindgom of Sabah. The most beautiful woman in human history... Yeah, sure, as if there were only one type of beauty...

Aida was a teacher in the history faculty of the university of Gadesia, and also curator of the annex museum. An investigation group working for the university had found the tomb of the famous concubine. Aida had spent the whole day cataloging all the pieces found, jewels and ceramic, mostly. The coffin was the last one. Her companions had already gone home and she was alone. She thought about waiting for the next day so she would have some help, but she was already impatient to see those legendarily beautiful bones. Besides she lived alone. No one would miss her.

She pushed at the iron lever and the coffin lid creaked. A cloud of dust erupted. Aida did her best to scatter it using a handkerchief and looked at the inside of the coffin with a flashlight. The skeleton was... nothing. The coffin was empty except for a pair of bracelets and a collar, all in gold, and a cloth that probably had been a skirt. With her hand enclosed in latex, she moved the jewels not looking for anything in particular. She grabbed the old fashioned casette recorder and theorized about the mystery.

She kept using her gloved fingers to carefully study the collar. Suddenly a drop of some gelatinous, translucent material fell on her wrist. The liquid was cold at first but its temperature rose quickly. Before Aida could react the liquid grew, covering her hand first and the rest of the arm later. As the substance advanced it became hotter and hotter, to the point that it actually hurt. Aida yelled but nobody was listening. The liquid reached her neck. It was so hot that she couldn't endure the pain any longer and fainted, falling down on the floor.

She woke up and looked at the clock on her phone. She had been unconscious more than an hour.

-Oh, shit. What a weird dream. Why am I on the floor? Did I pass out?- She got up and looked at the open lid.- Of course, what an idiot. I should have used a mask. Who knows what kind of viruses might be there?

She felt weak and tired. Obviously it was time to go home. She closed the lid hoping that no one would notice any change. During the trip by car her stomach growled. It had been several hours since her last meal, but that kind of hunger was very uncommon. Her jacket felt oppresive and she had to remove it.

The night was hard. Her copious sweat soaked her sheets. Pretty intense dreams about good and bad memories overwhelmed her. She woke up before the alarm clock had sounded. She wasn't tired but especially hungry. Her stomach felt empty. She ran to the kitchen and took a breakfast three times bigger than the usual, which made her feel much better. Then she went to the bathroom and took a shower. The water felt colder than in the previous days and also somehow lighter. When she combed her hair she noticed two changes. Her usual eyebags had disappeared, strange because she had slept less hours than the usual, and she was losing much more hair with each stroke. She usually used a bit of eyeliner but it didn't seem necessary that day.

When she got dressed, happened the same that had happened the previous night. The blazer felt oppresive. Even the trousers bothered her. It was late autumn but for her it was like September. She put on a blouse and skirt and the lightest jacket she could find, but she still was uncomfortable. During her drive by car she even activated the fans.

First thing she had a class to teach. No one noticed any particular change but she felt different. More relaxed, more vigorous, as if she were a few years younger. She felt so optimistic that she even said a couple of jokes during the class, which was very unusual. At the end of the class a boy stayed there to ask her about the next test. He was tall, handsome and athletic. She hadn't met him in person, but his fame as a heartbreaker preceded him.

The conversation was tense at the beginning but gradually the boy started to get nervous and hesitate too much for someone so charismatic. Aida, though, started to feel a soft tingling on the inside of her vagina. Suddenly he placed a hand on her forearm. She wasn't accustomed to such proximity with her students so she removed it. He blushed and apologized. To her, though, the soft touch of a handsome young man was something very uncommon. The tingling turned into something surprisingly similar to a soft and slow massage. Her breath sped up. The boy placed his hand on her shoulder, worried about her wellbeing. The massage in her loins got worse. Rather uncomfortable and already scared she ran to the nearest bathroom and sat on a stall. In a pair of minutes she regained her composure.

That was new. The boy was handsome but, at least, thirty years younger. She had never felt something similar with anyone, except when she was having sex with a lover. Whatever disease she might have contracted the previous night had very strange symptoms.

-Loss of hair, juvenile energy and sexual need. What kind of virus does that?

During the next period of classes she made sure that any handsome young men could not get close to her, just in case. At lunch time, she went to the dining hall, were her best friend, Amneris was already waiting for her. Aida told her the anecdote and she almost choked on the juice she was drinking.

During the conversation, Aida noticed that her friend was constantly looking at her breasts. In fact, instead of asking why was she wearing such light garments, she praised Aida's choices. The third time that Amneris told Aida how beautiful she was looking that day, the same weird tingling erupted in her loins.

After lunch Amneris escorted Aida to the museum. All the way there she held Aida's hand tightly and kept praising her. Arriving to the door Amneris kissed her friend's cheek and slapped her ass softly. A strong wave of pleasure went down her body starting in her pussy. Not knowing what else to do, she coughed, said goodbye and got quickly into the museum. She went to the warehouse where her colleagues should be waiting for her to open the coffin. She kept looking over her shoulder to make sure that her friend hadn't followed her. She was so distracted that she almost crashed with her friend Radamés, Amneris' husband.

He laughed, as he often did in almost any situation. In an humorous tone he asked Aida where she was going so hastily. She didn't know what to say. He did what he used to do quite often, he hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheeks. He was very attentive and nice, even childish sometimes. They spent a lot of time together and were very close. Very often she wondered if he just were like that, or if he were hitting on her. Her vagina was still hot and his hug worsened her distress.

-Stop touching me, please. Or I... I... I'm going to rape you. No! He's my friend's husband. He is... Oh, shit, back off, please. I'm very horny...

He broke the embrace. Her blushed cheeks and accelerated breathing worried him. She blamed a possible virus and asked him to conduct the investigation on the coffin, as she wasn't in good shape. Actually she was in a much better shape than along the previous ten years, but that wasn't a good moment to explain the inexplicable. During the rest of the day she kept using the excuse of the virus to ensure that nobody touched her too much. The incident with the student had been a couple of minutes of turmoil, but with her friends it took fifteen minutes, at least. With the info her companions gathered she ended the report on her laptop and mailed it to the dean. After that, she went back to her routine tasks. By the end of the day Radamés held her hand and asked about her wellbeing. The soft tingling returned but nothing more. She ended the conversation quickly and went back home.

She poured herself a glass of wine, quickly followed by two more. She started thinking about the young handsome student and the same tingling erupted. She slipped a hand into her skirt and toyed with her clit, but stopped abruptly. The boy was an adult but she still saw him like a child. Besides, he was his student. On the other hand, her friend Radamés was another story. She resumed her massage. Those last years she had started to lose interest in all sexual activities. She was just getting old. That day, though, her libido was at its highest. In less than a minute she was already dripping wet and almost peaking, right there, standing in the kitchen. A few more strokes and she enjoyed the most powerful orgasm in many years.

She could relax for a while but that was short. The tingling sensation came back softer first and gradually stronger. She opened the laptop and looked for info about viruses or parasites that could trigger such mechanisms but she didn't find anything. The sensations on her vagina made her think on her friend Radamés, which activated again the pulsating effect.

-Ok, I see the pattern... Oh, ooooh... I think on something appealing, my pussy reacts, making me generate some more vivid images and... Ooooooh... Feedback...

She ran to her bedroom, undressed and laid on the bed. Opening the drawer, she took out her vibrating dildo and ended what her pussy couldn't do by itself. She decided that she should do her best to focus on rational thoughts, for a time, at least. What she couldn't understand was Amneris' behavior, and the student grabbing her arm.

After dinner she watched TV and went to bed. Her pyjama felt too hot, and the sheets overwhelming. She didn't sweat, though, which was very rare. She thought that, maybe, the problem wasn't a virus but a brain tumor or something even more dangerous. She undressed and removed the blanket so she was only covered by a sheet and could finally rest.

-What is Radamés doing right now? Oh, no! Again! What's wrong with me? He's my friend's husband. He's off limits...- The tingling sensation returned.- Shit! This is madness. I cannot live like this. I...- She slipped a hand into her panties.- Ok, once more... Just once... Ooooh...

After that she felt asleep. A few hours later she woke up, still in the middle of the night. There was plenty of time to do anything. She wasn't tired at all, just a bit hungry. She decided to get ahead on work after a short pre-breakfast.

Finally, the alarm clock warned her that she should prepare for work. The water in the shower felt even hotter than the previous day so she changed the regulation and used the same as during the summer. The biggest surprise came when she looked at her reflection on the mirror. The wrinkles on her forehead, cheeks and around her eyes had mostly disappeared. She wasn't totally sure but she could swear that her buttocks, hips and tummy had lost volume, as if she were younger. Her breasts were smaller and perkier. She was back in her latter thirties. Even more surprising, all the moles on her skin were gone. Her hair though, didn't seem so healthy as more of it kept falling with each stroke of the comb. Again she chose light clothes.

Arriving to the university she made sure that no one talked too much with her. She made her best not to be noticed, but her fashion choices and her noticable physical changes attracted attention, mostly from her colleagues but also from students that had never looked at her before. A couple of bold youngsters made some praising comments when she walked in front of them. During classes she was specially distant and pretended to have a headache. And yet, several of her students were specially nice, boys mostly, but also a pair of girls. After the period of classes, Amneris came to pick up Aida.

-Holy shit, look at you!- Amneris grabbed Aida's waist with both hands and stared at her breasts.- Have you been going to a gym?- She slid her hands downwards to her thighs.- Firm.- She bit her lower lip.

-Ehem! It's..., complicated.- The tingling sensation started in her loins accompanied by a bit of heat. Her friend was still looking at her breasts.- Errrr, my eyes are up here.

-What?- Amneris needed a few seconds to answer as she was very distracted. All that attention was affecting Aida. The inner walls of her vagina started pulsating.

-I'm not fine today...- Foresseing a disaster if she was near Radamés she decided to go home. She grabbed her friend's chin and made her look at her eyes.- Can you tell your husband that I'm at home?

-Are you ok?- Amneris hugged Aida tightly, her left hand suspiciously close to her buttock.- Mmmm, I love your smell. Is a new cologne.- She hadn't used any perfume. She could feel her friend's breath on her neck. She got out quickly, her pussy spasming softly. She sat on her car trying to relax. She knew the feeling quite well. She was about to oragasm. Amneris followed her and knocked at the window.- What's happening, pretty thing?- “Pretty thing”? That was new.

-I have to go home. Please, leave me alone.

-But...

-Leave me alone!- She yelled. Amneris took a few steps backwards. A couple of tears appeared on her eyes, her hands trembling. She apologized and walked away.

As soon as Aida arrived home. Stripped down quickly and scratched the itch that had been bothering her during the whole trip. Images of her friend Radamés, and the youngsters that had been so attentive to her movements, merged in her head with images of Amneris bitting her lip and hugging her. That was totally new. She had never been aroused by a woman. She finished masturbating and enjoyed an orgasm even more powerful than those on the previous day. She took the phone and sent a message to Radamés and her boss using a flu as an excuse, and sent a message to Amneris apologizing for her outburst. She had scared her needlessly. Then she laid down still trying to think about the less appealing things she could find.

-Garbage! I'm going to think on... Speaking of which..., the trash can is already full.

She put on some old clothes, got out and threw the trash in the container. On the way back home she got in the elevator. Her neighbor called from the entry indicating her to wait. He was tall, athletic and handsome, a basketball player or something along those lines.

-Are you new around here?- He asked. Years living in the same building and, apparently, he hadn't noticed her before.

-Errrr, yes.- That was easier to explain.

-Oh, welcome.- He smiled widely.- Would you want to...,  I don't know..., hang out..., someday?

-I...- Soft pulsations started on her loins.- I have time..., right now.- He hesitated because of the surprise. She pressed her lips and did somehing that she hadn't done in more than fifteen years. Reaching up, she surrounded his neck with her arms, and rubbed his crotch with her thigh. His penis didn't seem to hesitate.

-You... your name is...?- His voice trembled.

-Irrelevant.- She kissed him deeply pinning him against the wall. She was surprised by her own strength. The door of the elevator opened.- Fuck me..., now.

He almost dropped his keys when he took them out his pocket. He opened the door quickly and threw the sports bag aside. She closed the door and started undressing without more ceremony. Looking at her own body she noticed that along the day her body had turned more fit and her breasts were defying gravity even more. At that point there was only one possible explanation. She was losing her mind. She would think about that later, though. This wasn't the moment.

She pushed him against the couch. His eyes said “I'm not sure.” but his penis said “Hell, yes!” She yanked on his trousers and straddled his thighs. Holding his penis she gidded it inside her slowly. She felt as if it had grown even more. Always mantaining eye contact she started fucking him slowly. He was there open mouthed and barely breathing, apparently, unable to do anything more, so she kept going. She increased her pace and soon she was riding him like a horse. She didn't know that she could be so energetic at her age. He kept moaning quite loudly. She squeezed her surprissingly hard and slightly smaller breasts and toyed with her nipples. He finished inside her after she had had two orgasms and wanted more. She grabbed his hands and gidded them to her breasts. Then she kissed him deeply. Soon his penis was ready again. On that second assault, he was faster and she could only enjoy one orgasm. She let him rest. He was still open mouthed and seemingly mesmerized.

-Tha... thank you.- He mumbled.

-You thank me?- His reaction made her realize that something was very wrong. She wasn't like that and neither was he. And yet, during the whole process, everything felt natural and obvious.- Well, you're welcome.- Still confused she got dressed and left. Her brain was telling her that she had to reflect. Her stomach told her that she was hungry.

She went to the supermarket to buy supplies, as they seemed to be running out pretty quickly. As she was dressed literally casual she didn't attract attention. When someone was very close to her, though, their behavior changed. They stared at her and offered to open the doors, helped her carry her bags, asked for a date, and a married man even forgot that his wife was next to him. Then she remembered what Amneris had said about her smell.

She went home and looked for her recorder. Listening to the tape she realized that her screams when that gelatinous and hot substance had touched her were real, therefor it wasn't a dream.

-Meherenazde. The most beautiful woman in human history... Was she sick? Has she infected me? Am I going to be the most beautiful person? Or is it just my smell...? Pheromones?

She spent the rest of the afternoon looking for info about that woman. The description of her skills matched, more or less, with Aida's experiences. The documents, though, didn't suggest that she couldn't control her bodily functions. So, either the disease was affecting her in another way, or she could learn to control it. After a copious dinner she spent a few hours trying to understand the mechanism. Whenever she thought on something pleasant her vagina reacted. She thought that, maybe, she could do the same with other kind of feelings. Maybe she had scared her friend so much for that reason.

The next day she woke up early once again. As her prowess had been less effective those two days, she did her best to get a jump on work. Something was tickling on her crotch. She went to the bathroom to take a look.

-Oh, no. No, no, no!

The tickling was because all of her pubic hair had fallen and was trapped in her panties, but that wasn't the most remarkable. What scared her was that the vaginal slit was totally closed. She wondered how could she pee from that moment on but she realized that she hadn't needed the toilet in the last two days. She reached between her buttocks an noticed the same effect. Taking off her t-shirt turned out that her nipples were also gone. She wanted to cry but she couldn't either.

She decided not to go to work that day. She was too annoyed and if her theory of how she could control other people's feelings was true, she could be dangerous. The most urgent was to keep reading about that woman and find a solution. One of the documents she had read said that she could change physically within certain limits. The color of her skin, the width of her limbs and torso up to a pair of inches, the features of her face... Well, that would explain why was she the most beautiful woman, she could adapt her body to other people's tastes.

-She could heal wounds... Did they bury her alive?- She looked for the data.- Yes they did. Mmmm, what more? She could develop a penis! And..., bonds! What the fuck!?

Temporarily forgetting the idea of her possible immortality, she sent a message to her companions telling them that she was ill. She was going to spend all the day trying to figure out how to control her body. It was near midday when she discovered the way. It was a matter of emotions. The substance reacted to them. She just needed to rub on her crotch and think on something erotic and the slit opened. In fact it was even more sensitive than before. When she touched the tips of her breasts, her nipples took their natural shape and colour. With a bit of practice she improved the time needed to trigger the reaction. The substance had been giving her what she wanted the whole time, even if she didn't know what was that.

-So when Amneris hugged me... Does that mean that I also like women? It's just her?- She focused her thoughts on her friend and rubbed her crotch. After a while there grew a surprisingly sensitive protusion more similar to a dildo than an actual penis. She masturbated it like a man would do and it worked. She felt actual and pretty intense pleasure.- Holy shit... Holy shit... Oh, shit!

Unbeknown to her there was another effect. A general sense of certainty and emotional peace, and therefor, happiness. She kept practicing her new found skills well aware of the advantages and disregarding any possible side effects, in case there were any.

Practicing the change of colour she discovered that she could define the effect to a particular area and draw lines and simple shapes on her skin for a brief period. She thought on dedicating more time to that in the future. In front of the mirror she also practiced small changes on her face like almond-shaped eyes, a wider smile, more volume on the cheeks..., nothing spectacular. All those changes must be related somehow with her feelings as well as her thoughts. In order to work she had to be truly sure of what she wanted.

After dinner she practiced the last part, those mysterious “bonds.” She didn't know exactly where she should start so she just laid down still on her bed and thought on the concept of “bond”. Knowing that the fake penis could grow anywhere she created one inside her pussy and another smaller one inside her ass. To power the one in front she thought on a younger version of Radamés. She pictured him on top of her thrusting on a slow pace. For the one on the back she pictured Amneris using a finger. Always thinking on bonds. She made sure that the movement of the two protusions, were slow enough to extend the experiment. They weren't actually moving but just changing their length and width. Half an hour later she was desperate to orgasm. Accepting the failure she tried to open her legs and finish with the help of her hands what the substance had started, but she couldn't. Short lengths of skin, similar in shape to tendons joined her wrists to her hips. Another length joined her two ankles. Bending her knees and surprised by her own sudden flexibility she touched the length of skin between her legs with her hand. It was actual skin, like if she was touching any other part of her. Knowing that it worked she untied herself, opened a small slit to free her clit and used her fingers to rub it while the two protusions kept working.

In due time she would practice more. Perhaps thinking on the concept of “helplessness,” “submission” or “pain,” just for experimentation. Yet, for one day that was more than enough. Covered by a single sheet she fell asleep quickly.

The next day she woke up early as usual. The intense hunger of the first days had also abated. Her bad knee wasn't bad anymore, her hyperopia had disappeared. She felt great. When she got up she discovered the cons. Her pillow was full of what used to be her hair. She ran towards the bathroom. Her head was totally bald. Her heart raced.

-Oh, come on! I cannot go to work like this... This is awful! I'm horrible.- The substance did its magic.- I'm... It's not so bad actually... It's exotic and daring.- She caressed her scalp.- What if...?- She focused her thoughts and a pair of dark brown lines appeared where her eyebrows used to be. She kept analyzing her image. Gradually she liked more and more.- Why not? I still may buy a wig. Let's give it a try.

With the dilemma settled she realized that her body and face had changed even more. She looked like a young woman in her early thirties. Her teeth were perfectly aligned. Her eyes even sparkled. Looking downwards she saw that her navel had closed and she reopened it quickly. Too much oddity.

A stupidly witty idea came to her mind. She thought that, maybe, she could share what she was feeling with others. After breakfast and a warm shower. She dressed up. Looking on the bottom of her wardrobe she found a pair of thigh height leather boots, a short skirt with a slit on one side and a tight blouse and with so much cleavage that she had used it only once at her friend's bachelorette party, around fifteen years ago. Looking at her bras and her perky breasts she decided that she could be a bit wild for once. Besides, her nipples were disguised.

She went to her friend's house. Amneris opened the door still half asleep wearing an old pyjama and a housecoat. Seeing her friend in her early fifties without makeup made her appreciate even more her recovered youth.

-Excuse me, who are you?- Aida laughed at the question.

-Good morning, my precious.- She hugged her friend tightly and kissed her on her cheek so close to her lips that she actually rubbed them.- I've been a bit rare this days, and I wanted to give you a surprise.

-Aida!? What are you...? Why are you bald!?- Instead of looking at her friend, Amneris closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against Aida's, anjoying the warmth.

-Shhhh.- Aida placed her index finger on her friends lips and used her thumb to make her turn her head. Then she rubbed her lips across her friend's neck and nibbled her earlobe.- I'm not the same person anymore. I'm better.- Amneris returned the embrace. Her breath and heartbeat accelerated noticeably.- I'm going to take you to heaven, my precious.- She grabbed her hand and took her to the bedroom. Amneris followed meekly.- Come.

Radamés was about to get out of his bedroom as his wife hadn't returned yet. Aida stopped him and placing a hand on his chest pushed him towards the bed.

-Aida!? Is that you?- He sat on the bed completely stunned.

-Not exactly. This is what we are going to do.- She indicated Amneris to sit next to her husband.- You two are going to fuck and I'm going to watch. Then, if you want to, I will join the party.- As she talked she undid the buttons of her blouse, while, at the same time, she ordered her nipples to show. Radamés' eyes and penis showed a lot of interest on the idea. Surprisingly, Amneris also seemed interested.- Go on.

Radamés turned his head to look at his wife and ask for her opinion, but she was already undoing his trousers. Aida had generated another penis in the inside of her vagina and kept it moving. She transmitted through the air the sentations she was feeling, so the three of them became more and more horny. Radamés undressed the lower half of his wife and laid down on top of her. Aida sat on the bed next to them. He started thrusting lively into his wife. Amneris looked for Aida's hand and grabbed it strongly, her husband hadn't been so eager in many years.

Aida pushed on Radamés so he laid face up with his wife on top. She removed her panties and straddled his head, her already open pussy just over his mouth. He understood the idea and started licking. Aida could then relax and let the scene flow. She cupped Amneris' breasts, which made her remember how were her own barely a few days earlier. Her friend, still using her hips to ride her husband hugged Aida and kissed her deeply.

Thanks to his tongue and a her well hidden fake penis still fucking her from the inside she had a orgasm quickly. Then she laid down on her side and placing her head over Radamés' tummy she used her tongue to lick on his penis and Amneris' clit at the same time. He placed his hand on her bald head and pushed her a bit futher. On that new position she could bite on his penis and keep pleasuring Amneris' clit with her tongue. After a short a while they both shared, perhaps, the most powerful orgasm of their lives.

The three of them rested on the bed until they all had calmed down. He was in the middle hugging both women, the two of them still holding hands.

-So that happened...- He used to make jokes even in the most uncomfortable situations. The women nodded.- I don't know who is this person who looks like Aida twenty something years ago, but I like it.- She laughed. The other two joined her promptly, what made her realize that her skills also worked with humor.- What now?

-Today is Saturday, we have plenty of time.- Aida said. She caressed Amneris' hair and face.- Let's do this. I'm going to prepare breakfast and you two are going to shower together. In an hour from now I'm going to fuck this precious lady.- She looked at Radamés.- You can watch and masturbate or fuck my ass. Your choice. Be careful, though, I've never done that.- She guessed that her hole could grow enough to avoid any pain.

-You are going to fuck me?- Amneris said. Radamés was too stunned to say anything.- How is that possible?

-Oh, you'll see.- Aida said.- You're not going to believe what I'm going to show you. This is going to be awesome.