Banana Sweets 2 - Metamorphoses of Dune

(Woman into worm)

by BananaSweet

Liet Kynes burned with anger, a fiery rage that nearly matched the burning sensation from her sucking chest wound. The Sardaukar had ambushed her as she was tempting Shai Hulud with a thumper, sinking a knife through her sternum. They had missed her heart, and perhaps, if they were gone, she might yet fix her wound and survive. But the Padishah Emperor’s finest didn’t let their marks slip through their fingers.

She would die here upon this dune, under the scorching Canoptic sun. But perhaps, she could still go out her own way.

A Sardaukar fanatic muttered something next to her, she wasn't paying too close attention giving the burning sensation in her chest, but she managed to pick out ‘betrayed’ and ‘Emperor’.

A smile came to her face as she looked up towards the Sardaukar looming over her. She could feel the sandworm behind her through the atambal sand she was sprawled out on top of, he was close. “I serve only one master,” she said sincerely as she balled her hand into a fist. “And his name is Shai-Hulud!” She hissed with defiance as she slammed the side of her hand into the ground, doing it again and again in a rhythmic pattern.

The marines around her recognized what she was doing, but they were far too late. Shai-Hulud was already upon them, and Liet Kynes smiled wide as a beatific lightness began to fill her head. It was all over now, and she would soon be with the maker and meet her judgment. As the sand around her vibrated from the surfacing sandworm, and the Sardaukar around her screamed in primal terror as they tried to escape. Liet Kyne’s thoughts turned to her daughter Chani, she was a strong and smart girl after her own mother and would accomplish great things. She felt that Chani had an important role to play in the future, but she was all that Liet ever wanted her to be, her daughter.

The sand dropped beneath her, her entire body becoming weightless as the bright skies of Arrakis grew dark despite the sun baking her skin. The teeth of Shai-Hulud filled the skies, and the overpowering stench of cinnamon and aldehydes carried her into unconsciousness.

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Cold air nipped at her nose, and Liet Kynes awoke with a gasp as she sat up. She was… alive? She remembered falling into the mouth of Shai-Hulud, so she couldn’t still be among the living. She just hadn't expected the hereafter to feel so… real. Her stillsuit was gone, as was everything else on her body, leaving her naked amongst the elements. She was no stranger to the desert, but being ass naked in one without a protective stillsuit was alien to her.

She slowly stood up and covered her breasts with her arms as she tucked her hands underneath her armpits. The wind was brutal upon her nipples and hands, and already she could start to feel warmth ease away the pain both felt. This wasn’t quite what she was expecting from the afterlife either, she had been told that there would be much more water, and no one had mentioned it being cold enough to freeze her tits off.

Raising up to a standing position, Kynes uncrossed her arms for a moment to feel up her chest. There wasn’t a trace of the wound that had brought about her end, the flesh wasn’t even bruised. Although if she thought hard enough about it, she could still feel that horrific cold lodged in the core of her being. Shivering, Liet tore her attention away from her intact chest and looked out upon the moonlit dunes. As with everywhere on Arrakis, it was a continuous sea of sand with dunes both towering and small. Thankfully, Kynes could see what appeared to be a rocky outcropping jutting out from the sand, the ancient remnants of a volcano judging by the sand-blasted gabbro and basalt that formed a black scab atop the pale golden dunes

With nothing else to do, and nowhere else to do, she cleared the sand from in between her thighs and began to walk towards the massive outcropping. She instinctively began the sidewinding and hitching desert walk, before she stopped in contemplation. If she were dead and in the hereafter, did she still need to worry about attracting the Maker? Curiosity and caution battled in her head, and in the end, caution was thrown to the wind as Kynes strode towards the rocks in a rhythmic way that would curdle the blood of any Fremen. She strode and continued to stride until she reached the rocks and stepped atop the sand-blasted basalt.

She looked to the horizon, and she could not see the faintest hint of wormsign. “The makers do not cause trouble in their own den,” she muttered to herself with a smile before turning around and continuing further into the rocky landmass jutting from the desert. A strong breeze blew around her body, tossing her hair into the wind and eliciting a loud swear from the naked woman. Even though she was dead, it seemed that was no reprieve from the elements and their associated discomfort.

“What I wouldn’t give for an entary right now,” Liet Kynes clattered through clenched teeth. Waddling her way to a wind-bored hole in the rock, Kynes poked her head in and let her eyes adjust to the dim interior of the hollow. To her surprise, it looked as if her own people had been camping here if the coffee still and maker hooks were any indication. Perhaps they were left behind for anyone traveling to the other side?

Liet dusted a small chunk of extruding gabbro of its sand covering and sat her bottom atop it. A grunt passed through her closed lips as a few missed grains embedded themselves in her skin. She crossed her hands under her chin and leaned forwards as she wracked her brain trying to figure out what she needed to do next.

She had died when Shai-Hulud had swallowed her with the marines, the chest wound would have ensured her death without the maker anyhow. Now she was stuck in a foreign desert, with little else besides the hooks and still in front of her. She could see no stillsuits, no stilltents, and no paracompasses for traveling in the desert. Could she even still die of dehydration, could she even tire out and need to rest?

She thought deeply, eyes idly staring at the wall as they continually adjusted to the dim light of the cave. The twin moons of Arrakis shifted slightly in the sky and a few more rays of light crept into the cave. Kynes saw a faint outline in the rock, a break in a clean straight line seemingly out of place amongst the sand-smoothed walls. She paced over to the crack in the wall, only to discover upon contact that it was a false covering made of plastic. The covering clattered to the floor, her light touch enough to displace it entirely. When it was first placed it must have covered the hole in the wall, but the desert and time were not kind to it even in this sheltered grotto.

Peering inside, Liet Kynes let out a deep sigh of relief as she spied a Fremkit neatly tucked in the back of the hidden storage compartment. She grabbed it greedily and searched the rest of the compartment for anything that could be of use. Sadly, it was barren save for the kit that she had taken.

“Bless you,” Liet said in praise to the unknown benefactor who had left a kit here. She had nothing to give but left the hidden compartment open for anyone who might come after her. Turning her attention back to the Fremkit, she opened the pack and quickly took out the stillsuit, and began the long and arduous process of strapping it onto herself. Even for a native Fremen such as her, it still took a while to get everything strapped and air-tight. She didn’t know if this would even be necessary, but there was comfort in the familiarity of the musty fabric clinging to her like a second skin.

Fishing the paracompass out from the pack, Kynes flicked open the device and let it attune to the local magnetic field and measuring stations on Arrakis. The computer inside whirred, before spitting out a reading. She was nowhere near any form of Sietch it seemed, with the nearest signal being an unidentified dwelling of some sort around 1609.34 kilometers away. The nearest sietch from what it was telling her, was close to 3218.688, and it was one that she didn’t recognize, not even in passing.

Those distances were far too great to walk, even if she walked with rhythm at her average walking speed, it would take her 13 days of nonstop walking to get to the closest signal. The rations she had would not last more than two weeks, and there was no way for her to walk that much without sleeping. She did not want to test if she could go hungry and thirsty in her new state, even if death had ceased to be a concern it would still be extremely uncomfortable.

Tearing her mind off the state of her mortality and the nature of her existence, Liet turned her attention back to the Fremkit and withdrew the thumper contained within. Perhaps the makers would answer its rhythmic call, and with the hooks, she could travel atop the back of a sandworm to the nearest signal or sietch with little problem. But before she would do that, she needed to take a rest and refresh her energy. Despite her questionable mortality, she could still feel the strain of the day that had led to her demise and she had no desire to pass out while surfing a sandworm.

She withdrew into the stillest, coolest part of the sheltered grotto and began to pitch the stilltent by hammering sliver-thin stakes into the rock. Each hammered stake pulled the tent taut and ensured that she would not collapse or compromise its workings by rolling around or moving during her slumber. When she was finished with the difficult and arduous task of malleting metal into rock, Kynes felt her muscles burning with exhaustion and sweat pooling in her stillsuit. With eyelids feeling like lead sheets, Liet Kynes crawled inside and unceremoniously passed out atop a spread bedroll, not even bothering to crawl out of her stillsuit first.

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Liet Kynes screamed, her entire body burned like it had been baking under the harsh desert sun for hours while coils of barb-wire were rasped across her skin. Her mouth gaped in the cool night air as she tried to take a breath, each drag of wind sending a piercing coldness into her chest that did not ablate the searing hellfire upon her skin. In her blind panic, she tore at the edges of the stilltent in an instinctual matter and flopped outside into the cave. The wind no longer felt icy cold upon her throat, but her skin still felt as though it were running in rivulets down to her boots. She tore herself out of her stillsuit, haphazardly undoing the straps until she emerged out onto the rock a sweaty and gasping mess. The stinging pain punctuating her every nerve lingered, then faded.

She laid there, upon the cool rock as she took in great gasps of air before daring to look down at her body. To her surprise, she was completely unharmed, her skin was not blistered and melted. She ran a hand over her arm, finding the skin to be smooth and without a trace of pain as she touched it. Oddly enough, however, the entirety of her body hair seemed to have disappeared while she was sleeping. Kynes had not been anywhere near a razor for quite some time, especially since the Atreides were sent to this world for slaughter. How could it be that she had become hairless unless that burning she had just felt was real?

Kynes let out a sigh, trying to release some of the tension in her body as she reached for the reclamation flask in her stillsuit and brought it to her lips. The water pooled into her mouth, and agony filled every nerve in her head at once. She spat out the liquid with quickness, gasping for air as she fanned her mouth. Her flesh pulsed with white-hot agony, her flesh felt like it was boiling while her teeth were becoming frostbitten. She sat there, rocking back and forth contemplating if she should fill her mouth with sand to perhaps dry it out before the pain gradually began to fade away.

“What the hell is going on?” She questioned, picking up the spilled and discarded flask that was tossed aside shortly after her ill-fated drink. She dropped a small dab of the water onto her skin, and let out a hiss as a sharp spike of pain radiated out from that spot, causing her arm to twitch as though a jolt of electricity had been shot through it. “This doesn’t make any sense,” she thought out loud to herself. “This is all reclaimed from my body… Maybe there are poisons in these? Dried out, before my water dissolved them again? Then why were these not disposed of!”

Liet’s anger burned almost as hot as her tongue as she sat there in contemplation about what she would do now. The survival gear was tainted, meaning she had no protection from the elements or means of drinking. The nearest signal, assuming the sandworm she rode upon traveled close to 80km/h it would take her a minimum of 20 hours to reach the unidentified signal on her paracompass and 40 hours to reach the nearest Sietch. The first was plausible, but the second would be stretching human capabilities without a stillsuit and the sandworm’s stamina. She didn’t have a second thumper with which to attract another with anyhow, she’d have to gamble on the unknown location.

She leaned over and reached a hand in back towards her stillsuit just to make sure that it wasn’t an option. When lashes of pain graced her fingers scraping the wet fabric, she felt her stomach sink into her feet. There really was no other option, she’d have to brave the stinging sands of Arrakis, or wherever she was, in the buff. Gathering up the fremkit pack, Liet Kynes rose from her sitting position and strode out of the cave with maker-hooks and paracompass in hand.

As her feet touched the wind-smoothed dunes, her every nerve screamed that she was doing something incredibly stupid, something that would lead to a slow and agonizing death under the harsh sun. However, the sand also felt strangely comforting and the air outside the cave didn’t seem as dry as she had remembered it. Deeply conflicted about the extreme actions she was about to perform, Liet strode across the desert sands with her teeth clenched and her heart pounding. No matter how much she told herself that this was the only option and that cowering in the cave would kill her all the same she couldn’t seem to calm herself down. A cold sweat formed on her skin, the harsh and cold desert winds eagerly stripping the warmth from her exposed body.

After making it a decent way away from the ancient volcano, Kynes ceased her desert walk and withdrew the thumper from her fremkit. Setting the encased piston upon the atambal sand of a shallow Dune, Liet swiftly ran away from the piston and clambered up to the top of a nearby and much larger dune to survey for wormsign. She stood there and waited… and waited… and then waited some more. She waited for half an hour judging by her paracompass and yet there was still no wormsign.

Liet stood there and with every passing second anxiety gnawed at her belly, when it started it was just small nibbles, thoughts that she would simply be behind schedule. As the minutes wore on, those nibbles became larger and larger until it felt like she was being devoured from the inside out. If no worms came, she would be stuck here, and if her paracompass failed, she could be stuck wandering the desert. Suffering as her body fried and desiccated into a mummified husk, could she even have the release of death now considering what had happened to her earlier. Was this some sort of divine punishment? Were the fremkit and the volcanic shelter just a cruel joke to lead her on?

She broke out in a cold sweat once more, the liquid sapping away her heat until it felt like her skin was burning in the wind. Her head felt like it was filled with sand, her mouth dry and numb as her teeth ached. And all the while she could still hear the thumper off in the distance, its rhythmic thumping unceasingly battering at her building headache. It repeated and kept repeating until it was all that Liet Kynes could think about.

Kynes couldn’t stop herself as she barreled down the dune towards the maddening object. She wasn’t even aware that she had started running towards it until she had already crested the smaller dune. The device stood no chance, the full-body tackle from Liet causing the device to soar clean through the air until it clattered uselessly in the sand below. Its battery and mechanisms dislodged by the impact. Liet similarly came to a rough stop, her body digging a furrow through the sand as she came to a stop.

Normally her naked body being thrust along the sand would be painful, but Liet Kynes felt pleasure as her body dug a rut in the sand. The maddening noise of the thumper had stopped, and the ecologist's head seemed to clear with the fresh silence. Moonbeams filtered down from above, illuminating a dense cloud of spice that had been thrown in the air by her crash landing.

The bitter stench of cinnamon and aldehydes flooded her nostrils. With each shaking breath, she was filling her blood with more and more of a potent dose. Her skin crawled, her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her thoughts drifted away from her. She was shown a slide reel of images, bits of pieces of a distant future disconnected from one another.

Liet Kynes found herself back in reality and let out a retching gasp. She coughed up globs and globs of water, drooling the life-giving substance like she was a faucet. Sweat streamed out of her body, dripping in fat droplets onto the parched sand below.

Her body continued evacuating her water supply until the ecologist felt as dry as the sand around her. Panting from exhaustion and the wholly uncomfortable experience she had just had, she attempted to stand up only for her legs to crumple underneath her. As her body impacted the sand once more, Liet clenched her mouth shut as a belch tore through her. It burned her mouth and flooded the air with the stench of bitter cinnamon.

“What the fuck!” Kynes wheezed through clenched teeth. Her skin prickled, scales emerging from her skin to slowly cover every inch of her body. Not even her hair was spared, dreadlocks falling out in a wave from the back of her head to her front.

Her arms seized, the muscles in them tension tighter and tighter until they were pressed against her breasts. The process repeated similarly at her legs, the two limbs drawing together until they were flexed straight behind her. No matter how hard she struggled or tried to relax her muscles, she could not move the limbs beyond shaking them with her core muscles. She rolled onto her back to get a better look at her arms, and her eyes widened at what she saw.

The skin of her arms was melding with her breasts, and her legs were also melting together. She tried to separate them, desperately thrashing her body around in an attempt to stop the flesh from fusing. It made no difference, her legs simplified into a vague tube-shaped extension from her pelvis. Meanwhile, she could feel her bones softening into jelly and muscle slinking into her ribcage as it expanded from her disappearing arms and breasts. Leaving her little more than a helpless torso on the sand.

Liet Kynes breathed heavily as adrenaline coursed through her system, countering the lull of the spice that still lingered in the air. Her entire body felt weird, bloated, expanding out into a shape that was more cylindrical than human. Attempting to remove some of the discomfort, she tried to move and bent herself in a way that would have been impossible for a human with normal bones. She looked over her body again, and saw her scales thickening and taking on more of a sandy hue. Then, it all clicked inside her head.

“I’m… I’m becoming a sandworm!” Liet Kynes laughed in exasperation, letting out a shudder as she felt a deep set tingling in her chest, back, and hips. Perhaps it was just the spice bed that she was laying on, but this transformation was starting to feel… pleasurable? There were far, far worse fates than becoming one of the makers, that was certain.

She rolled back onto her belly, letting out a deep and reverberating moan as cracks and pops rang through the air as her vertebrae and ribs disconnected. Her bones, save for those in her neck and skull, dissolved into loose jelly. The loss of rigidity felt good, orgasmic even, so good she could barely keep still.

“Mmph! Why does thish… feel so gOOOOOO-!” Liet’s words cut off as her tongue fused to the bottom of her jaw, and a gout of fire leapt from her jaws. Her innards were twisting around, modifying, creating the inner fire deep within all sandworms. She figured the wonderful sensation of her body scraping against the sand is her skin adapting to take advantage of piezoelectricity from pushing through sand. She had always studied the ecosystem of Arrakis and the worms in great detail, but now she was going to be the object of her studies.

Kynes squirmed in the sand, dragging her body along as she felt it thickening up and becoming increasingly cylindrical. Riding the waves of pleasure, she began to grind her crotch into the sand as her sex tingled and pulsed. The transformation had pushed it out onto the outside of her body, putting in the perfect position to rub the stiffening lips along the coarse sand. Jolts of electricity arced through it, energizing her skin and causing tingles of delight all across her body.

She humped the sand with fervor, ignoring her tensing neck that forced her to look forwards. Her sex became stretched, the canal inside of it sealing closed. It was quickly becoming nothing more than a peculiar pattern on her skin, but its disappearance did not disrupt the orgasm that Kynes had been building to all this time.

What felt like lightning rocked up Liet’s body, causing her entire body to shake and vibrate as the sand around her became like water. Her mouth stretched wide as she let out a deep, reverberating roar of pleasure. Teeth flying out of her mouth and peppering the sand in front of her with enamel. She found that she could no longer close her jaw, instead her lips had become flexible enough to seal her mouth.

Her orgasm dwindled down as she felt a strange pressure in her skull, the tensing in her neck growing stronger as her neck bulged and thickened. She was now losing the last vestige of her humanity, soon she would be nothing more than another maker, another Shai-Hulud. Cracks and pops echoed in her ears as her skull split and softened, before becoming muffled as the bones in her ears suffered the exact same fate.

Liet could no longer hear, her ears sealing into solid flesh. This did not mean she was now deaf, now she perceived sound as vibrations through her skin. She could hear even more things than her ears could, the gentle sound of sand falling down a dune, the whine of air as it wound through the desert. A rhythmic grinding…

A loud grinding noise reverberated through her body. It was deafening, unrelenting, annoying. She had already begun moving towards it before she realized what she was doing. A chuckle ran through her mind, she was becoming a sandworm in both body and mind. She wasn’t losing her sense of self, or her memories, but her identity was fading. Liet Kynes the human was no more.

Her head thickened and lengthened out, becoming indistinct from the rest of her body. Moving through the sand kicked fine grains up and into her eyes, the worm closed them, never to be opened again. No longer having eyes to burden her travel, the worm pushed her head into the sand, feeling it part way as she squeezed and slithered herself beneath the sands. Within her mouth, pricking sensations erupted along her throat as innumerable bristle-like teeth filled her former mouth like the baleen of a whale. Perfect for filtering out sand-plankton.

With her transformation finalized, the worm continued towards the source of the irritating noise. Unable to notice how large her body was becoming as she barreled under the dunes.

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A lone harvester, shaped like a corpulescent and swollen tick, angrily chewed through the spice-saturated sands of a desert basin. It had been here for hours, greedily sucking up the precious substance without the faintest hint of wormsign. This did not mean the Harkonnen machine was safe however, it’s intrusion had not gone unnoticed by the planet’s rightful “mongrel” owners.

The harvester did it’s foul work near a set of uneven and rocky shelves that gradually ascended upwards into a flat plateau, the perfect place to stage an ambush. Fedaykin commandos rested on the ridge, readying las-rifles to quickly disable the harvester and leave it for dead. All they had to do was wait for just the right moment, and take the shots that would destroy their harvest and disable their lift.

Unexpectedly, the ground began to quake as a plume of sand erupted in the distance. A sandworm emerged from the cloud of dust, one whose proportions took the breath away of the commandos upon the ridge. It was massive, its mouth wide enough to swallow the harvester whole without scraping its teeth, so large a human would be nothing more than a mote of dust in comparison.

It slammed back down on the sand, creating a deep thudding impact that shook the bones of everyone observing the force of nature. Having emerged so close to the harvester, it would take only two minutes for the worm to be upon it. The fedaykin upon the ridge took their shots, severing the cables connecting the lift balloon to the spice extractor below it.

All that was left was to watch and wait, the worm would soon deal with the rest. The crew ran in a panic, trying to escape from the damned machine. Some lept from catwalks, impacting the basin sand. Sentries made to look for wormsign had already begun fleeing, the smart ones headed towards the rocky ridge but were quickly met with las-fire for their trouble.

The sand vibrated and began to collapse in towards the harvester. It was over, the crew still floundering in the sand were dead men screaming. Everything continued to sink inwards as the massive cavernous maw of the sandworm became visible. The harvester and its crew disappearing into its abyssal throat. A roar shook from the beast’s throat, deafening the observing fedaykin and those few sentries who managed to evade their fire. Bitter cinnamon filled the air, before a massive plume of fire erupted from the beast’s mouth as the harvester’s payload met with the inner fire of the worm.

Up close, its size was readily apparent. The chasm of its mouth was easily 400 yards if not more, and the length of the beast could only be imagined. With the intrusion upon its territory dealt with, the worm began to slowly sink back into the sands.

Some of the commandos were awestruck, barely able to form words as they processed the living cave that had appeared mere meters from them. Others began to recite a prayer, one that every Fremen knew by heart.

“Bless the maker and his water. Bless the coming and going of him. May his passage cleanse the world, and keep the world for his people.”