Sam kicked off the ground as he used what little strength remained in his slender arms and legs to give himself a head start before the living darkness could snag ahold of his legs completely. Leaving behind the shattered torch as he sped through the dark, renewed strength in his limbs as he barrelled through passage after passage, eventually coming upon a crossroads, leaning his entire body weight to the left in a split second decision as he heard the hiss of tendrils miss right behind him.
Continuing onwards without missing a beat, Sam felt elated as he sped onwards, confident of his escape and eager to tell…who exactly? He could’ve sworn he had been here with a group…or was it one other friend? Were they even a friend at all?
Lost in his sudden rush of deja vu, Sam felt the air knocked out of him as he ran face first into a wall, slamming hard into the stone as he felt himself flung to the side by the onslaught of approaching darkness from another of the side passages, sending him flying into the next chamber coated in the transfigurative goop as a loud feminine voice boomed all around him, seemingly coming from inside his rapidly emptying head as liquid darkness latched onto him, dyeing the rest of his body in the same chocolate brown coloring that had coated his legs earlier.
A pity you had to go and drag this out, foreigner…for now you’ll be useful for getting the rest of your former companions to play along. Worry not, thanks to you, their lives might not come to an end once the day is over~ Now sleep…feel my will flow through you, empty vessel.
Companions? What had she meant? The empty human could remember nothing of the sort as he lay still. By the time they had realized the darkness had coated their entire body, it was too late. Unable to even remember the reason why they were running so hard for in the first place, the empty body took its chance to get some rest as the shadows got to work on altering the intruder as the sounds of men grew louder down the passageway their prey had meant to use.
With time running out, the darkness sped up its work, not caring about the overkill changes it had to make. After all, the human form was malleable. There would be time for change later.
Almost immediately, the limp form of the human under the black cocoon bulged and inflated in size and shape as flesh and fat pumped rapidly into the previously slim body beneath as arms and legs extended outwards with the loud snapping of bones and the wet sounds of shifting flesh rang out into the chamber. Within seconds, the formerly boney body beneath was looking deliciously shapely and voluptuous as hips flared outwards to accentuate the thick, curvaceous legs attached to them, like the silhouette of a gravure model who made a little extra money on the side…
Beneath the shadowy cocoon, the old girly face of the former male contorted instantly into that of a femme fatale; sleek eyelashes coating dull crimson eyes that were pointed small almonds filled with a hidden danger behind them, promising whoever laid eyes upon their owner a good time as the cracked dry lips beneath the small perky nose plumped up into kissable cushions coated with an aphrodisiac laced lipstick courtesy of the memories of the human male they had devoured, the taste of strawberries lingering in the woman’s mouth as she remained dead still, occassionally letting loose a grunt or two as her body roiled at the rapid series of changes along with the tittilating substance beginning to turn on her unconscious body, fat brown nipples tenting the rough oversized shirt still hugging her atop the gorgeous pillowy breasts that now adorned her once flat chest. They probably had to be E cups at best. The perfect thing to capture the attention of any man these days.
Modern humans have such weird tastes…these memories are certainly…interesting~
The voices echoing down the corridor had grown to audible shouts at this point, one man in particular yelling someone’s name as their rapidly approaching footsteps grew louder.
“Sam! Where the hell are you Sam?! Talk to me!”
At that, the body of the buxom woman twitched as her soft round ears picked up on the words. It sounded familiar to her…did she know this person? Was she this ‘Sam’?
Still a bit of you left? Don’t worry just a little prick here…
As a tendril entered her ears and wrapped around her brain, the woman spasmed as her voluptuous form twitched and spasmed under the cocoon, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came uncontrollably at the feeling of having her brain forcibly operated on while still awake, a loud metallic drone was all she could hear along with the intense pleasure rocking her body, guttural moans silenced by the darkness gagging her mouth as the reflecting light of the incoming torches illuminated the face of the woman pressed up against the shiny surface of the cocoon.
…and there we go! All nice and empty!
Falling back down onto the ground with a sigh, the shadowy cocoon released its grip over the plump woman, a silky mane of lustrous black hair exploding outwards all over the place around the sweaty body of the Egyptian woman that had taken the place of the American. Lying in a pool of her own sweat and fluids as her new privates sputtered and ached with need, a constant stream flowing out of it and staining the oversized uniform still somehow hanging on for dear life. But that would soon change.
You know what to do my dear~ Hurry up and bring them deeper into the temple, the shadows have grown weaker over the millenia so I'll need you to let their guard down…a life of glorious sisterhood awaits all of you!
As the disembodied voice vanished, the still body of the woman twitched as life returned to her body, the empty brain within now filled with something else altogether as the formerly dull red eyes began to glow with an ominous violet red aura. Sitting up with a sigh as she ran a hand over her curvy body, admiring the feeling of skin rubbing against skin as she hugged her arms to her chest, sighing in satisfaction as she clutched a handful of breast meat in one hand, enjoying the electric shocks coursing through her mortal vessel. She couldn’t help but let out a raw moan of joy.
Retreating back into the shadows, the remnants of the dark tendrils did their work one last time, altering the sweat slick uniform still stuck to her torso into something more fitting for the new body of their owner as the previously dull olive green overalls dissipate into their base materials before reforming into a set of lacey, semi transparent black nightwear, falling down her lean shoulders, draping perfectly over her heaving bosom as the remaining fabric took on the appearance of naughty lingerie, clinging tightly to her pudgy thighs as a crotch gap opened up at the middle, leaving her bushy cunt exposed for easy access as she giggled in satisfaction.
She looked like some ditzy prostitute dressed like a harem dancer without the graceful aura expected of them, even now the faux persona within the body of the whore ran her eyes hungrily over her own body before the first man rounded the corner, freezing in place as he laid eyes on the lone, scantily dressed egyptian woman standing in the middle of an ancient ruin as the others bumped into him in their mad rush to keep up.
“What the hell? What’s a chick doing all the way down here?”
“Fuck that? Y’see how she’s dressed? Those knockers o’hers are massive!”
The woman smirked as she eyed the leader, rebuking his partners as he approached her after the initial shock had worn off. Despite his brave noble act, she could see the bulge pushing hard against his trousers as he got closer, the musky scent of his sweaty body forcing her body into overdrive as she heard the audible splat of her ejaculate hitting the floor…as she herself feigned tiredness, falling to her knees as she sighed in an exaggerated manner. Hopefully that stud hadn't noticed her cum right then and there~
“Hey, you alright? Have you seen someone else run by? A-And is there another way out?”
He hadn't!
Just a bit more and soon, she’d have the men dancing in the palm of her hands…and then? Then they could finally be delivered into the loving embrace of Bastet as new devotees to the slumbering goddess, maybe even sisters if they could all be ascended as Familiars.
But for now, there was a magical entity patiently waiting for her to break the men’s guard, already the two at the back were lowering their torches, a smile on her face as she saw the creeping tendrils of Bastet’s will crept slowly towards them. Maybe she didn’t need to whore herself out at all to get her way, as slutty as her physical form ached for the thrill of sex, the new subservient spirit of the former human male would rather prefer the girthy dick of a fellow native man than some scrawny foreigner.
This man, though, was proving to be problematic. Already he had drawn his gaze away from her assets, pulling out what looked like more pieces of modern technology from his heavy bag, she had to delay him for as long as possible while the spirit worked on the two men already captured and struggling in the ceiling above, their wrecked torches lying where they once stood as their rapidly feminizing forms pressed up against the pitch black prison encasing them, breasts beginning to make themselves known as the woman smiled in satisfaction.
Pressing her plump body against the last man standing, he froze as she clung to him, her crimson eyes catching his attention as she gazed into his eyes. Something about his nerdy face seemed familiar to her but she thought nothing of it. After all, it wouldn’t be long till they were all changed into lovely siblings, drawing his gloved hands down to her breasts as she let an airy breath escape her lips. Hearing the clatter of the machine in his hands as he let go of it at the same time the woman’s hands met the torch, flicking the light off as she hugged the warm body of the man before her as darkness plunged around them, loving the cold embrace of it as she held her sibling-to-be in her grip as she felt his struggles die down, the once solid muscles in her grip melting away as the shadows worked on both of them.
Until all fell silent once more, the soft sounds of feminine breathing and transforming bodies filling the air as pitch black darkness concealed the slender forms of women exiting the chamber, the sounds of their feet shuffling across the sandstone vanishing entirely after a few moments, leaving the abandoned pieces of clothing and equipment behind with no sign of their former owners anywhere…
With the disappearance of four members of the team. The expedition was closed off after a larger manned group arrived, citing the place as dangerous after more teams sent in lost contact with the rescue force. That wouldn’t stop daredevils and other men of science from visiting the place however, with more than a few of them ending up like the men who had come before them, vanishing without a trace.
Enjoying the sudden influx of priestesses and warriors however, Bastet’s family grew content beneath the sands, hidden away from the prying eyes of modern civilization.
THE END