Sam couldn’t care much anymore as the last slivers of memory he cherished left him, letting his head rest on the sandstone floor as he felt the overwhelming cold of the living dark swarm over him engulfing his whole body as he lost consciousness, the last of his remaining memories of his time as the man named Sam consumed as the darkness shifted and contorted over the rapidly feminizing form of the man beneath.
But as the shadow’s molded Sam’s form, something sparked inside of him, an urge to get up and continue walking as his rapidly slimming form slowly ripped itself free of the tendrils that had stopped their work, letting their captured prey go free as the disembodied voice echoed inside the empty head of the human that had once gone by the name of Sam.
Vessel, do you heed my words?
Unable to comprehend the meaning behind the sentence, the effeminate male simply nodded his head, empty eyes gazing into the darkness as he stood up to reveal even further alterations to his body in the short time the shadows had pounced on him; from his smaller curvier frame to the budding A cup breasts that were visible on the once muscular pectorals. Although miraculously his manhood still lived, existing as a barely noticeable nub that stuck out between longer, feminine legs, the testicles beneath however, had long since faded back inside, settled in their new form as ovaries flanking an inactive womb behind the toned warm belly.
Then make your way to my chambers…consider this a…test of your capability…ah, apologies, I almost forgot!
A tendril slips forward out of the dark, worming into the man’s ears without resistance as it taps his brain, feeling a brilliant spark pop inside his head as thoughts and emotions begin to flow throughout the once empty vessel.
There we go, now off with you! You’ve got a test to complete!
Resuming his mindless march, the man stalked off down the dark corridors, plucking the last remaining torch on the walls to guide himself as he made his way down the right, away from the fading voices of people he no longer recognized as he struggled to comprehend the new memories and thoughts roaming inside his head.
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What felt like hours had passed as he made his way through the dark, instinct and vague memories of a bygone era guiding him on as he occasionally came to a standstill in a deserted dead end room or crossroads, calling upon the ancient memories the voice had imparted to him, each glimpse into the past providing critical information about secret mechanisms or the correct path to take, opening walls and floors as the lone man made his way deeper and deeper into the maze, the shouts of those strange men long having faded away into the distance, the only sounds left were the flickering cinders of the torch, the man having taken on a graceful way of walking that made virtually no noise at all, wide hips swaying hypnotically in the dark.
One of the benefits of implanting an empty human body with the fading memories of a certain someone.
After a little more walking, the man began to notice the dusty sandstone walls give way to polished walls and floors, gold indents beginning to mark each stone brick and tile as the dark tunnels and claustrophobic chambers soon give way to spacious halls and rooms with pedestals and fountains fueled by the still strong flow of a vast underground river network.
“%&((^@(! !*#*$)!”
The man stopped as he heard a woman call out to him from a path to the left in a language he seemed to be on the cusp of understanding, but with only the instructions and clues to make it to a certain destination in this unknown place, the man could not hope to understand much less respond to the stern looking Egyptian woman slowly making her way towards him, her alluring body clad in thick black fabric and heavy looking golden ornaments that acted as armor, large cat ears sharp and alert atop her silky black hair as she gripped an imposing halberd in one hand as if it weighed nothing, its bladed tip drawing sparks as she ground it against the sandstone floor in an act of intimation, one twitch of her powerful forearms was all she would need to send his head rolling across the floor.
But before she could end the intruders existence, she seemed to stop as if listening to someone, whispering in hushed tones under her breath before her feline eyes widened in shock, quickly assuming a non aggressive stance as she held the weapon upright, its bladed end in the air as she bowed her head slightly, seemingly allowing the man before her to continue on his way as he noticed her tail swinging from side to side as she snuck a glance at him, a small smile on her face.
Was she excited?
–
“This…is it?”
The words ran in his mind as the man stood before a pedestal, the urge within him now stronger than ever, directing his hand forward as he palmed the warm stone, vibrations beginning to split the wall before him as the dust of ages blossomed free of the crack that led into the pitch black room, an overwhelming joy welling inside of him as he seemed to arrive at his destination, therefore passing the test.
Or was this the joy of someone, or something else? He didn’t know nor did her care that much. An empty vessel had no room for worry in its heart.
Moving deeper into the ancient chamber, the man comes across a pile of forgotten offerings and trinkets that laid around the mysterious statuette of a woman with a cat’s head, it’s empty eyes coming to life with an orange glow as he moves in front of it, something inside of him telling him to kneel, complying with the orders without resistance as his gaze meets the statue’s flaming coals.
With the two pieces of the entity present, the man hovered in the air as the embedded fragment of the spirit that had guided him to its resting place resonated with it’s main counterpart, calling for reunion with a new worthy vessel that it could meld with.
As the orange light left the statue before fading into the naked man’s chest, his eyes fluttered open as the new resident moved into its new body, flexing arms and legs in wonderment as a pair of pointed feline ears slowly emerge atop his head of hair, the now useless human remnants fading back into his skull as a bushy cat’s tail with golden accented fur erupts from above his rear, swaying gently in the air as he floated back to the ground, seemingly surprised at his feet making contact with the ground as he gazed downwards before looking displeased at the nub of flesh between his hairless legs.
“How unsightly! Ugh, nothing a little magic can’t fix though…”
Snapping his arms, changes begin to occur as his eyes, now sporting feline slits for pupils, glow orange with magical energy, watching his already feminine body tip over the edge towards full fledged womanhood as the pathetic excuse for a penis finally gives in, settling into a neat pocket of flesh atop the newly formed slit hidden behind a puffy vulva that housed the warm, moist innards that led to her now active womb, an egg already in place, ready for semen to cake her waiting walls as she rubbed her thighs together along with her widened hips expanding just that bit more to add to her alluring figure, enjoying the sensations of the female form she had almost forgotten in the millenia since she last walked among her people.
“Hnnf! I wonder if that dear boy is still around. Oh he’ll be overjoyed to see his dear Mistress! Or maybe angry I left him to guard this place all these years alone with my adorable baby girls?”
Giggling, the woman twirls around as she eyes the familiar midnight grey tone of her fur beginning to emerge across her soft skin, feeling herself rise higher as her legs snap into triple jointed limbs ending in the paws of a feline, human toes merging into larger digits with comfortable padding beneath to aid in movement as she shook her head much like a cat would, her eyes clenched in glee as a very cat-like purr emanated from her throat at the feeling of her warm fur and changing body, her A cup breasts growing just a bit more into a modest C, not too big yet not too small as to be dismissable.
Looking her slender arms up and down as her manicured nails lengthen into gilded claws with intricate paintings, the newly grown woman smiles as a long wet tongue licks her cushioned lips, magically applying a layer of deep purple lipstick that matched her fur as her human nose flattens out into that of a cat, yet blending in well with her mostly intact human face as the former man that had been her host lost his identity beneath all the changes.
But no longer having any memories and therefore, no lingering attachment to his former life, felt no reason to worry…if he was even capable of feeling. Nothing more than a simple vessel, it silently agreed with the new conciousness in charge, watching from the backseat as she admired her new body, a definitive improvement over her old self.
With a final snap of her fingers, revealing garments and accessories draped themselves over her beautiful body that only served to further emphasize her lovely form as the gold sheen of the choker around her slim neckline and that of the gilded top that hugged her rounded breasts and wide hips served to outline and bring forth the perfect qualities the goddesses body possessed, the additional length of semi transparent cloth that dangled down over her crotch and tempting thighs serving to rile the eyes of any man that gazed upon her.
Much like the stone sculpture that stood behind her, the statue of the goddess Bastet herself as she picked up a golden mirror from the pile of offerings and treasures her followers had buried her with all those years ago, taking in her reflection until she noticed the still rough head of hair, making her look like some mongrel as she focused her magic once more. shaking her head from side to side as she felt her scalp tingle, long curtains of silky dark grey hair tumbling down around her body as an ornamental headgear drapes itself over the smooth mane, lending to her divine origins as it hovered magically in the air behind her. Finishing off the changes, more markings manifest across her body in gold paint as her spiky fringe trimmed itself into a neat cut that nestled just above her delicate brow, the jingle of earrings, chains and bangles ringing out in the darkness as Bastet spins in happiness, arms clutching her breast in joy as she comes to a stop, resting gently on the floor as she leans on her offering table for some relaxation, enjoying every sensation she felt; from the air brushing her soft fur, the warmth of her own body, the bones beneath holding up her head and…the warmth in her groin that had been growing for quite some time now.
Unlike the simple pang of arousal that was to be expected from the alteration of ones sexual organs, Bastet ran a hand over the raging fire that was now burning strong in her belly as she felt her lower lips moisten. Her furry tail rising into the air, hiking up her clothes and exposing her dripping wet cunt as her nipples tented her top in arousal.
It couldn’t be mating season now could it? Oh dear...
Despite her divine status as a goddess, not even she was free from the carnal lust that plagued most material beings. Though it wouldn't come as a surprise when one realized she held the title of the Goddes of Protection and Pleasure...emphasis on the latter as she reached a trembling hand towards her aching nethers, before a familiar scent drifts into her sensitive nose.
A shadow steps into the chamber, her nose already picking up the musty scent of a male as she gazes into the familiar face of Amren, her loyal servant and guardian of the temple as he freezes in place, unable to believe his eyes as the two stare at each other for a good while, Bastet's fingers hovering inches away from her loins.
“M-My lady? T-That can’t possibly be you now can it? Then you've found a worthy vess-”
Without another word, Bastet leaps from her resting position, powerful hind legs propelling her at high speeds towards the stunned man as she crashes into him, sending the pair flying back out of the impromptu doorway and in the middle of an entourage of curious Familiars, their excited murmurs and stunned appearance suggesting word of their goddesses revival had spread.
But her nose told her hidden things about each and every one of these girls, as well as affirming her long forgotten bodily urges as she smelled the pent up lust from just how turned on they were, yet showing no signs of it on their faces. She sighed as she rapped her knuckles against Amren’s forehead, the man still gazing stunned at his goddess in the flesh before him.
“Really boy, I appreciate the many years you've kept our abode running and the discipline you’ve drilled into my girls but ignoring them when they're…”
Pausing as she swiftly dives her hand into the nearest girl's panties despite the sudden cries of “My lady!” devolving into stifled moans and cries as her sister’s watched in embarrassment and awe as their mother and goddess fingered one of their own till she came, collapsing onto her knees with a sigh as she struggled to lift her halberd. Panting and moaning as her lust came into full swing, unable to resist the floodgates her mother had unleashed as she dropped the heavy thing, fingering her sopping wet pussy as Amren watched dumbstruck at the sight of the seasoned warrior Familiar contorted in lust, her eyes hazy and unfocused as her sisters began to feel their composure break down, crimson cheeks flushed as their pupils began to dilate, tails rising in the air.
“...in heat! It’s the worst thing you can do to my poor girls!”
Having realized his error before he glanced back towards his goddess, noticing the wet stain dampening his loincloth as his eyes went from her bashful face down to her crotch, eyeing the wet fur and stained fabric. Despite her lecturing, it seemed even the goddess herself was unable to hold her intentions in as she leaned forward, resting her modest breasts on his chest. Compared to her daughters, Bastet’s bust paled in comparison, but when it came to the arts of lovemaking and pleasing men and women alike, their mother had them beat by miles.
It made Amren fear for what was coming next, praying a silent apology to his wife as he admitted the fact that no mere woman could best the goddess.
“This calls for a punishment now, don’t you think so dear boy? My girls and I are in need after all…”
Trailing off as she silences her manservant’s protests with a kiss, Amren can only gaze in fear as the rest of Bastet’s daughter’s finally lose themselves, discarding their weapons and clothes as they began to approach in unsteady steps, some crawling up to the mother they hadn’t seen in millenia, nuzzling their head against her furry form in an attempt to receive some form of affection as something inside them took over, no longer the single minded warrior servants he had trained.
And as he eyed even more of them approaching from the corridors with that same lustful look in their eyes, he could only hope he had enough stamina left to last through them all, knowing how long one single Familiar could last when she was in heat.
Returning his gaze to Bastet’s magical eyes that were now glazed over entirely, though, told him that he was going to need his immortality now more than ever.
THE END