Pillow 10 - In a grave among the dunes X

(Woman into man)*

They left their camel tied to one of the pillars of the structure half engulfed by the roaring sand.

The entrance to the forgotten mausoleum.

Torch in hand and dressing in skimpy flowing satin clothes, a long skirt, no shoes. Without any fear or doubt, the desert witches began to descend the stairs of that ancient place. Orgelia was her name, a thin woman with long dark hair, brownish skin and fierce purple eyes, she was accompanied by her loyal apprentice Meela.

Orgelia was a necromancer who was rising in power amongst the members of the magic circle.

A necromancer who was looking for a proper servant among the dead.

Looking for a mighty warrior that would lead her armies and inflict her wicked will upon her enemies.

And who better than the mightiest of them all?

Canthayus.

The scorpion rider.

The scarab king.

A man of legend who had shaped that region from the Corsair Coast to the city of the Hyena goddess... and who, after many adventures and successes, died at the peak of his power...

It had been long speculated that if a powerful enough necromancer could raise his corpse, it would be the perfect general to lead an undead army.

Orgelia had known about that hypothesis since before she began her career as a sorcerer, that’s why she was wearing such a wide smile when they reached the inner chamber of the mausoleum that formed the ancient tomb of the warrior. The necromancer passed a hand across the carved stone that covered the sarcophagus, carved as was tradition in the naked shape of the man it held inside.

The fierce face sleeping in solemnity, the large muscles, the...

Very well equipped crotch...

The necromancer chuckled and began to prepare the ritual.

She lit torches around the room, drew symbols in the sand around the sarcophagus and finally opened it.

The sculpted cover crashed into pieces on the floor and after the dust had settled back down her eyes met the legendary warrior’s impressive skeleton.

Orgelia chuckled as she picked up the large skull.

“You are going to give me the world...” she whispered to the empty cranium, as she kissed it’s forehead and put it back with the other bones.

Everything was ready.

The necromancer took a number of steps backwards, crossed her fingers into the symbols.

Torches flickered.

Lightning in her eyes, her glance focused on the sarcophagus.

“I, Orgelia, Sum Baroness of the Damned, invoke your name from the far beyond!”

Inside their last resting place the bones began to vibrate with Orgelia’s voice.

“Canthayus!” she shouted.

The bones began to rise up and float, moving into the proper order for the human form.

“By my word come back from the Halls of the Great Warriors!”

Orgelia opened her arms and the floating skeleton did the same.

“Come back and be bound to my command! Come back and be bound to my flesh! To my will and desire!”

Her voice rose, louder and louder, a mad smile on her lips.

Spirits dancing in the flames and the shadows.

She saw Canthayus between them, as tall and imposing as the legends had said.

A man among men...

Her own essence came out to meet him, the nude shades of the warrior and the sorceress met in the veil of death.

Orgelia desired him... and Canthayus was one of those used to taking what was offered...

Their shades had sex right there and as the coitus occurred in the ether, the forms of the man and the woman began to grow blurry, mixed into one... and there was more, way more, of the man than the woman.

Orgelia’s essence opened her eyes in shock, trying to escape from the powerful, pleasurable grip of the warrior. The necromancer’s physical body was tiptoeing, legs spread, arms raised, nipples hard, teeth and vagina clenched.

“Meela...!” her voice was a haunting echo. “Something’s going wrong...! We have to stop, before...! Before...!”

Meela didn’t hear her as she was focused on finishing the ritual exactly as she had been taught.

“Spirits!” shouted the apprentice. “Fulfill our offering!”

The skeleton exploded into bone-dust, Orgelia collapsed to her knees.

Shivering from toe to head, sweaty...

“Impossible...!” her gaunt eyes looked at the sarcophagus. “You are my slave!”

Devilishly quickly the bone dust floated from the tomb, seeking the woman, it hit her in the stomach and began to penetrate her form through her exposed belly button.

She rolled all over the floor, gasping in pain, moaning in terror, erasing the runes from the sand.

“Help! Help me!” Orgelia begged her apprentice who just stood with complete indifference.

The necromancer bent her back and cursed her skin, her frantic movements erased the runes from the sand in a pathetic last ditch effort... but it didn’t stop until the last final particle from the corpse she had disturbed was inside her...

Sore, she found herself face up in the sand.

Slowly she rose up, feeling the constant throbbing extending over her being.

“Aaaaaaaaah...”

Terrified, she looked down, saw the runes around her belly button. She placed both hands on the curse adorning her belly, her breathing making it undulate like the sea during an untamed maelstrom. The flickering torches making the sweat on her tense skin shine.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The necromancer was kicked from the inside, she was pushed and shaken. Horrific powers pulsed from her invaded navel, she tried to suppress it with her own magicks

"I CAN CONTROL YOU! I’m your master...!” the necromancer shouted and moaned in denial

Her efforts did not work, her belly swelled beneath her hands. Veins spread across her the skin as the strange power bled to her flesh.

A convulsing, cramping ache that made her limb’s joints snap.

Orgelia gulped, grunted, held her breath.

The grim power inside Orgelia’s bloated stomach went far beyond what she could hold with her weakening magic, the inflated belly collapsed backwards in an instant, making her back bend and her forehead hit the sand.

Orgelia’s eyes rolled black and a deep male voice spoke from within her.

“Why am I trapped within the body of a weak willed woman?” the voice demanded to know.

“Canthayus, do you wish to be reborn in bone and blood?” Meela replied to the voice. “Then defeat that naive witch’s will and claim the vessel as your flesh!”

Trapped on her own Orgelia’s realized that she was being betrayed and. most horrific of all: That she was just a mere pawn.

“CANTHAYUUUUUUUUUUUS!” she screamed.

Her shout echoed around the tomb walls, an echo mixed with the sounds of her changes.

A pain equal to childbirth. She remained in that posture for a while, Orgelia’s stomach churned violently as the veins grew and the strange power flowed into other parts of her body. .

She maintained that sorry posture, regaining control of the body, moaning and gasping for every ounce of air.

With a herculean effort Orgelia rose up and stood on trembling legs.

“Canthayus, you treacherous scorpion! I am not defeated!” she muttered.

Her belly remained slightly bloated,  throbbing every few seconds , beating like a second heart. She could only moan and gasp for air.there was little more that Orgelia could do.

“Meela, sand snake! I gave you everything! Why did you betray me? What have you done to your own master?” Orgelia barked to her apprentice.

"Orgelia, you have always been a selfish brat, using your beauty to seduce your way into power. For the first and last time today you will serve someone other than yourself for the sake of the renaissance of my true master and our lost kingdom!” Meela raised her arms. "Mighty Canthayus, return to the realm of the living and reclaim what’s rightfully yours!” she proceeded to pull off her clothes.

Orgelia looked at her deceitful apprentice with murderous intent, or at least she wanted to, because, instead it made her feel oddly aroused, causing a heat to explode in her crotch

“NGHHHHHHHHHH!” Pale and sweaty, she clenched her thighs, but that didn’t stop the penis from painfully bursting out of her vagina, ripping a hole straight through her dress. "It can’t...! OHHHHHH!” the necromancer panicked as she saw her feminine sexual organs mutating into that of the very clearly male beneath her belly..

"Come back, Master! Back to the realm of the living! Back to the peak of your strength!” chanted Meela, in between cackles of crazed laughter filled with poisonous envy and malice. “Forever ERASE Orgelia's presence from the desert sands!"

“No..NOOOOOOO!” Orgelia was left helpless and impotent as her considerable beauty was irreparably ruined.

With clenched lips, eyelids and fists, the necromancer was tense as muscles stiffened and expanded all across her petite frame at various uneven rates. One of her arms turning veiny, massive and muscular, as simultaneously, the exact same thing happened to one of her legs.

The voice fluctuated as two hearts fought for control of the mind

“Canthayus...! I am... Need to... REVENGE! NO! No... I am Orgelia, Ogelia the Baroness of... Greatest necromancer in the... Warrior... Great... Warrior... Need muscle... to fight... CONQUER... boobs... are... for women... I... am... A... MAN!”

The ravaging mind of Canthayus pushed at the necromancer, unstoppably taking control over everything and more. Orgelia could do little to fight such immense willpower, her knowledge and sense of self faded into the lore of the sword, the shield and the spear.

Orgelia leaned against the wall groaning and crying with despair.

Abs grew in the belly, feet and hands widened.

Breasts shrank as the chest expanded.

Cracking bones.

It wasn’t pleasant at all, yet that penis grew even harder with each change, causing the necromancer’s total mental and physical collapse.

Trapped in the pain and pleasure of the transformation only her pride remained. There was no way she could accept her defeat.

Not even right at the end.

So she shouted.

“The world... is... MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

The last shreds of her clothes fell from the muscular skin, with a powerful shivr of the spine, that penis ejaculated sperm onto the sand and the sarcophagus.

Tall, wide, manly, only Orgelia’s face remained in that complete sexual reshaping, frozen in an unappealing groan of pleasure. Every womanly inch of that skull pushed out of existence by the square jawed confident face of the reborn warrior.

The remaining necromancer knelt in front of him.

Canthayus opened his eyes, scratched his head and his flaccid penis.

It felt good to be himself once more.

Meela greeted her master and tied the rags of satin cloth that lay on the floor around his waist to cover his nudity, she picked up a torch and led him out of the tomb.

Neither of them looked back even once.

The warrior mounted the camel, his naked servant sitting behind, the beast began to trot towards the endless sandy horizon and Canthayus smirked.

The world was once more his for the taking.