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By: Daniel “Pendragon”

There were many times in which I’d been more than willing to reverse time to fix my mistakes. This was one of them. My chest heaved while I hid within the shadows of an alcove, my hand lifting to remove my glasses so that the shine from them wouldn’t betray my location. My breasts heaved, my heart pounded with a fierceness within my chest that threatened to simply tear it from my bodice.

This expedition was becoming the worst ever, because never before had I ever been in a situation where I was more so likely to die by the end of it.

I paused to take a breath, thinking back on all the things that had brought me here.

******

“Jatzia? Miss Mélange, all is ready. Base camp is secure. We’ll return in three days.”

I nodded, and pausing, I unbuttoned a couple of buttons upon my white shirt underneath my jacket. My breasts, always have been ample, my bodice having developed at an early age, spread the cloth of my shirt so that more of my cleavage opened up to the air. With the humidity so thick down here in Brazil, so thick you were practically drink it, it forced my flesh to perspire immediately and in doing so, wet my white shirt to where it was transparent.

Slipping a hand downward into the right cup of my bra, I retrieved the old browned cloth map that had led me onto this expedition. Oddly enough, I had found this map in Greece when I had found the Great Library of Alexandria.

“Thank you Justinian.” I said to my chief carrier, keeping my head bowed so that I may train my vision upon the map. “Maybe I’ll have something waiting for you when you and the other carriers return. Thank you so much for all your help.”

“Think nothing of it, miss Mélange.” Justinian said. “Though ten thousand dollars for all of this definitely justifies our curtsey. You be careful out here, ok. I’d hate to have to inform the college in the states that you met with an unfortunate demise. This forest holds more secrets that are more frightening than the demons of the streets in the Americas.

“May Quetzalc\xF3atl guide your way, miss Mélange.”

I turned back to him, favoring him with a small smile as he and all the other carriers packed up some minimal supplies in order to make it back to the river where the trading post was.

Redirecting my attention back to the map, I considered it briefly, checking my position with the topographical one that I already had opened in my hand, and taking out a pen from my pocket, marked a trail to follow.

I was surprised how quiet it became once Justinian and all the other carriers and their mules had left, and I suddenly became very aware of all the silence. Making sure of my path, I tucked the map back into its place within my bra and buttoned up my shirt and jacket. Shouldering my backpack, I continued onward.

******

A triumphant smile crossed my face as I finally looked down at the step-style pyramid far below, and finishing off with a flourish, I ended the picture I had been doing in my study diary before pushing it back into a flap of my backpack.

This was a dream come true, I thought.

I was about to prove the existence of Atlantis, and my theories of the advanced civilization that existed before. One so advanced, that they were capable of genetic reconstruction and bio-manipulation, aspects of biosciences that not even current civilization was capable of doing yet. Aside form that there were also instances that their technology included a form of magic as well! So close were they to the birth of man, that such a thing was perhaps possible.

And the latest records of their civilization that I’ve found were over three thousand years old.

I felt as if I had butterflies in my stomach as I practically skipped down the rock outcropping toward the vine-strewn courtyard surrounding the pyramid, unbeknownst of the shadows that followed me down.

******

The courtyard of the pyramid was remarkably clean, as if someone was still maintaining it. And the pyramid itself lacked the usual disrepair I’ve seen on other past excursions. The stone was still flawless, without cracks or blemishes, and the paintings that decorated the outside of the pyramid, and along the stone blocks along the pathway leading to it, were still bright and grandiose. Once again, it looked as if it were still being maintained.

My eyes lifted to the top of the pyramid, where the religious ceremonies of the civilization were once held, and holding my breath, I stepped upward onto the steps leading to the top, and continued upward until I actually stood before the sun-alter.

The Mayans and Aztecs were said to have a medical technology greater than even our present day level, even with all of our machines and medicines, we still haven’t been able to duplicate some of their accomplishments, like being able to do brain surgery as quickly and as accurately as they had.

My hands ran over the sun alter, the fingers of my gloves smudging through dried blood. That was another strange thing. This place should be covered with dust, but again, other than for the blood, it was clean and immaculate. It truly was a wonder.

I spent hours studying the alter and the room, my gut instincts telling me that there was a secret here; I just had to find it. My fingers went over everything, and when I went to examine the walls, I came so close to the them to look at the details that my breasts pressed firmly against their hard surface, as did my thighs. It was a very strange thing.

The mystic symbols were standard, the holes in the wall that dictated their calendar were normal, but there was something here that was bothering me. I knew that there was something out of place here.

It took time, many hors in fact, but I did find something. It happened when I examined the sun emblem for the third time. The eyes and nose had creases in them. I gasped with realization, and lifting a hand, I pushed in the three, and with an audible click, the whole alter in front of me seemed to unfold and disassemble itself into the floor, ceiling and walls around it, revealing a circular stairway below.

That was another thing that was odd. Mayans and Aztecs always used straight stairways or ladders. A circular stairway was definitely odd. Holding my breath for one brief instant, I descended into the gloom, drawing out my flashlight. Once I had gone deep enough, the alter reformed, and sealed me within.

******

This was all so amazing! I thought to myself. The beauty of this place is immeasurable. I stepped forward, totally amazed at all that I was seeing. I had entered into a chamber that must’ve been the heart of the pyramid, and was possibly consisting the whole of its base. A court hall, with an ornate throne at one side, complete with wall hangings. What was even more spectacular was that the whole hall was illuminated by glowing disks within the wall… each of which were easily as tall as I was. They all cast enough light where there were no shadows within the hall, and the sounds of my boot heals echoing through out the whole chamber set a strange, eerie feeling deep within my heart.

I reached the throne, and rising up onto the dais, a small smile crossing my face, I lowered myself into it, resting my back into my backpack which conformed to the back of the chair, my legs crossing while my arms rested upon the arm rests of the throne.

For a brief instant, I imagined myself as a queen. Looking around me however, I was suddenly aware of the size and scale of everything, that it seemed maybe two or three times larger than it should. The throne itself was so large that I sat in it like a small child would, with ample space to either side of my narrow waist and broad hips, and my arms having to spread wide so that only my hands could rest upon the arm rests.

How odd! I thought not for the first time.

But just as I thought that, there was the sound of movement, of footsteps, and my eyes lifted quickly so that I could see a robed figure wearing a blank mask step into the hall.

“W-who are you?” I asked, but in answer, he raised a gun.

I saw the hammer fall back and the whole barrel of the gun snap backward, even from the great distance that separated us, and as I rolled to one side, the bullet struck solidly against the throne. Then even as I scurried behind it, three more shots rang out, which were instantly responded by the recherché sound of the bullets deflecting off of the stone flooring where I had been.

My hand slapped my side for my own gun, but then I realized in horror that in my eagerness to get here, I had forgotten the thing back at my base camp.

Behind the throne, there was a large gaping hole in the wall – the entrance to a corridor – and panting quickly for a few breaths, I skipped forward and through the hole, while behind me, I heard the sounds of footfalls increasing. I continued to run in a headlong dash, feeling my breasts heaving, the pair thankfully not throwing me off balance for once thanks to my new bra, while I dashed around a corner. Just as I did so, however, more shots fired off, and as I flattened myself against the darkness of an alcove, I heard the man who was slowly approaching me, drop his clip and then reload a fresh one.

That’s what brought me here.

Something within my chest was tightening, and I labored to control my breathing, and when I saw the man round the corner with his Glock held at the ready I held my breath, flattening myself deeper into the wall. My hand must’ve brushed against something just then, because there was then a hum, and then I was falling backward before the wall that had opened behind me slid shut again.

From behind the wall, I heard cursing, and scrambling again to my feet, I hurried forward, blindly feeling my way forward before the floor suddenly gave way beneath me. Again I fell, but this time forward, into a deep hole that spiraled and curled every which way, before I was ejected out into darkness again, and plummeted downward, falling into a great pool of water. I fell deep into the abyss, and struggling as hard as I could against the weight of my backpack, I forged upward, finally emerging from the surface of the water with a gasp. Gravity brought me back down again, and I settled myself so that I was floating in the water, before I started coughing up the water that had found its way into my mouth and throat. Swimming forward, I reached stone, and lifting myself up, scrambled over a ledge and fell onto the floor, sopping wet.

My shirt clung to my flesh, becoming transparent again, while my pants clung just as fiercely to my long legs. There was water in my boots and my panties were riding up something fierce.

While I laid there, panting for breath, there was then the sound of something else hitting the water, a heavy splash, and quickly lifting myself, I saw that robbed figure emerge above the water, brandishing that Glock of his, and he managed to get a shot off before he sank beneath the waters again.

Coughing again, I rolled to my feet, and started running again, pulling out my Maglite and turning it on, thanking my luck that I had decided to buy a waterproof one. My feet pounded sloppily against the ground, leaving puddles wherever I went, and I passed through chamber after chamber, going deeper and deeper, twisting this way and that way, not knowing where I was going. Finally, I stumbled, and fell down what felt like a series of steps and coming to a rest panting upon my side.

My legs were folded one over the other behind me, and my heaving breasts strained against the fabric of my wet bra, shirt and jacket. Who is that guy? I thought inwardly, panting still. But then there was a click, and an entire hallway that seemed a league in length, flickered to life as disk after towering disk lit up, and started to slowly charge toward their brightest light. In horror, I turned to look behind me, seeing that man with the faceless mask, only a pair of eyes, staring down at me, pointing his Glock at me.

“It’s a shame that you’ve found this place, miss Mélange,” the voice said, and instantly, I recognized it. “The secrets of this pyramid are mine to exploit, and once done, I will rule an empire that will cover the entire planet.”

“Alchenphel!” I hissed, staring darkly up at him, and he paused. He was a twisted professor, who was only in it for the money, not the research or science. I never knew he was this twisted.

Then lifting a hand, he withdrew the facemask, a cruel smirk resting upon his face.

“I found this place as a boy, miss Mélange. By all rights, everything within it are mine. You probably can’t even understand the implications of this pyramid, you being a woman.” He said this with a lascivious sneer. “Somewhere within its halls are the secrets of immortality itself! The Elite Aztec and Mayans left this world ages ago to search the stars. But with their power, I will dominate this world.”

He paused as I slowly lifted myself up onto my knees, hugging the stitch in my side. He always did have an ego.

“So then what are you going to do with me?” I asked weakly through gasps.

Alkenphel licked his lips, still holding the gun at me. He drew back the hammer, and I heard it click. “I could use a bed slave,” he said with a smile. “I must admit, I’ve coveted that body of yours for a long time, Jatzia Mélange. Those supple lips, those ample breasts, those strong thighs of yours, and the undeniably subtle arch between your legs is quite shapely.”

“I’d rather die!” I practically screamed at him, and tried to get my legs underneath me to run.

“That can be arranged. I have another use for you, Jatzia. With the blood of those sacrificed on the pyramid alter; I have lived for nearly a century! And yours, so sweet, so lively, would extend my life considerably.” Again he licked his lips, and he stepped forward to the edge of the stairs. “You are so young, so full of life.” He paused. “I’ll give you a decision then.

“Right here, right now, you can either undress, and offer yourself up to the soon to be living god of Earth, or I kill you right now. Either way I win, and you loose.”

He sniggered, and I gritted my teeth ferally.

“Up yours you megalomaniac piece of shit!”

“Very well.” He said, and leveled the gun’s muzzle at my head. I flinched, and then with a slight pause, his finger pulled the trigger.

But the only sound that echoed through the hall was an audible click.

******

“Damn!” he cursed, and he cocked it again, and pulled the trigger again, before repeating this twice.

My eyes blinked open, and we stared at each other, and thinking in desperation, I leapt up, and brought the full force of my Maglite up between his legs with as much of my strength as I could, and when he had bent over grasping his groin, I followed up the first blow with a strike against his head.

Cursing and groaning, he rolled on the floor, and picking a direction, I ran down the length of the hall as fast as my legs could carry me. I could hear his constant curses, and then after a few moments, there were a couple more shots fired, and splinters from the stone wall next to my head struck me hard enough that I started bleeding.

Clutching my head, I hurried onward, feeling my legs clench from the strain of running, felt my chest ache from panting and the rapid beating of my heart. At the end of the hall, I came to a doorway, and throwing my weight against it, I opened the massive portal, and on the other side, hurried to push it shut. No sooner had I got the door shut and drop the crossbeam did I feel the door shiver from Alkenphel throwing his weight against it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, catching my breath, feeling my shirt tighten about my heaving breasts, and I knew with all of his prior knowledge of this place, it wouldn’t take him long to find another way into this chamber. It was then that I actually lifted my eyes to take a look around me, and felt my breath catch in my throat as I finally took in the sight that had greeted me when I had first entered, but ignored in my desperation to escape. Nine carved poles rose up out of the floor, all arrayed along the edges of a series of rings etched in the floor at the center of the room.

Yet another oddity.

The poles looked like totem poles, with each one bearing different types of animals, and no one image the same. With my recent problems escaping me and my scientific interests kicking in, I stepped forward, and stepped into the rings, looking at the images engraved upon what seemed to be solid stone, but painted to add features.

And then suddenly, I bumped up against something, and turned quickly to see a pillar rising out of the ground, with a small spherical crystal about the size of both my cupped hands, resting at its top. I wondered how on earth I could have missed seeing this, but when I looked around me, I saw that the rings when viewed from this direction formed a barrier of increasing haziness, and when viewed from the center, there was nothing but a vast white field spreading on forever outside the last ring.

It was then that I turned my attention back to the crystal.

Something smoky swirled inside of it, churning like those crystal balls they used in movies when a gypsy was gazing into the future. Pressing my lips together, I ran a hand over it, figuring that I was safe for now that Alkenphel couldn’t see me. I could feel several symbols and grooves to the touch, which were invisible to the naked eye, and it felt almost alive, especially the way it pulsed beneath my hand.

Picking the thing up, I looked at it this way and that, smoothing my hands over its surface, and suddenly feeling giggly, and I chuckled as something tingly started to flicker somewhere inside of me like the flame of a candle. The crystal began to hum then, and despite that tickling feeling that seemed to be coming from my navel, I stopped my chuckling, my instincts starting to go off, and thinking I may have done something wrong, I tried to put it back. But not only did it resist its original resting place like two opposing charged five-hundred pound magnets, but it also seemed to have adhered to my hands.

The crystal’s humming steadily rose in pitch, while the churning smoke within it started to glow, casting shadows all around me. I closed my eyes against the brightness of it, trying to pry my hands from the surface of the crystal, until all of a sudden, I felt a feeling of weightlessness, and looking down, found that I was soaring upward into the air. The shrill hum was practically a shrieking sound escaping from the sphere, and when I began to feel the light within the sphere begin to burn, I too screamed.

But unbeknownst to me, each of the nine pillars had started to glow like the sphere had, shining just as brightly and just as powerfully, each crackling like a Jacob’s ladder, with an electric charge gathering at their tops.

Finally, the sphere was wrenched upward above my head with my hands still clenched around it, and I practically dangled from it before the sparks of light at the tops of the pillars suddenly lanced outward and struck the sphere in my hands like a lightning rod.

I continued to scream, but it was really in alarm instead of pain. The charge surged through me, seeming to light up every nerve, every muscle fiber, every cell, every molecule every electron in my body, and, I sensed, even a step beyond to a level of matter yet unknown to us. My whole form glowed, my eyes shining a brilliant blue, my hair blowing about me in a typhoon-like wind that had suddenly started up, while the shine from my flesh out shown even the dull clothing I wore.

Suspended in mid air, becoming one with reality it felt, I twisted and turned, seeing about me in all directions. I felt as if I were being reborn.

The silence that followed then was deafening in comparison to what had just transpired, and the glow from my body slowly receded, though my eyes still shone their bright, bright blue; all of one color, absent of pupil or iris. I hung in mid air, feeling like child inside the womb, feeling the sphere in my hands as if it had suddenly turned into a sphere of ice, but I barely even felt it, despite that my body was shaking.

And then there came a rumbling.

Within a matter of seconds, the entire temple was shaking, and my eyes soon found the cause. The nine totem poles were now trembling like tuning forks, and it seemed, started to even break apart. Then right before my eyes, I saw the totems come alive, one right after the other, and straight down the poles in unison, each creature flying into the air despite whether or not they had wings.

They seemed like ghosts, transparent, misty, and despite that it had been the cause of my problem now; I pulled the sphere to me and wrapped myself around it while I hung upside down. But while I was in the midst of all these flying ghosts, a new trembling began, this time between my hands and thighs, and uncoiling slightly, I saw the sphere in my hands crack.

No! I screamed inside my head, just as the thing shattered, spreading its smoke all about me, which all too rapidly forced its way in through my mouth and nose, even through my pores, while the stored lightning that had been inside of it now sparkled about my body.

As the last of the smoke entered me, I gasped deep and long, feeling it spread immediately through my body as I refilled my lungs with air. I was aware of the tickling sensation that had started within my abdomen earlier, now rise to a burning sensation, a feeling like I had just fallen in love, merged with sexual elation, merged with a sudden want to have a child, and more feelings like that. Those deep, gut-like feelings of want and desire a woman like me could feel in her lifetime, all happening at once.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the ghosts, a falcon, dip and swerve, and then dive straight for me.

I had time only to gasp before the thing splashed against my bosom, and immediately, I felt such erotic sensation as I’ve never felt before, and I trembled at the feeling of it. One by one, each totem ghost flew into me, into my head, at my face, into my back, my arms and legs, all the while I thrashed, jutted out my hips in quick jabs, fondled my breasts, tried to tear my clothes from me to feel it all, but each time a creature hit me, my elation rose.

Perhaps no human had ever felt such power, and pleasure couldn’t explain in the slightest of what I now felt.

Then one last ghost swerved and dipped, and flew up straight between my thighs, past my button fly, past my panties, and right between the folds of my vaginal mound and into my body.

My hands slapped to my crotch, cupping the feeling while my eyes rolled back into my head with the lingering effects of dozens of lovers enticing this body into a level of sensation that the cosmos had perhaps never seen.

The sparkling rings of electricity that danced about me subsided and ceased, and I dropped to the ground, landing on all fours while I gasped and continued to rock my hips to the last of the effects my body had just went through.

Right then, I could’ve died happy.

I gasped and sighed, keeping my eyes shut, and it felt like an eternity before I felt like myself again. Tears escaped from the corners of my eyes, and my chest heaved as I sat back upon my ankles.

“What the Fu…! What happened here? Why are the poles mis… you!” my eyes lifted, and my still glowing blue eyes focused upon Alkenphel, and I had the privilege of seeing him step backward as I rose to my feet.

“W-what did you do?”

I was starting to breath faster now, and an odd sensation was starting to overcome me. I wasn’t able to answer his question then as my breathing became fuller, deeper, and within moments I was gulping air.

“What… what are you doing?”

My back arched, and I began to feel myself changing, and a feeling of euphoria took me, as my body seemed to tense as taught as a plane of wood. Within my ears I could hear sinew grinding and creaking, hear something like wood splintering and cracking, then I began to hear something akin to a balloon being rubbed the wrong way.

My eyes, half closed, lowered to look down at my body, and despite the stupor I was feeling, I felt my mouth open a little while my bones started to elongate inside of my body, realigning themselves as I started to grow.

I began to feel with alarming clarity the feeling of my heart gathering speed, and fierceness of its beating, until soon my whole chest and neck pumped with the blood feeding my bodice. Through my heart I could feel the rush of adrenaline, of pheromones, and all sorts of natural chemicals flowing through my body with the force of water cascading over a waterfall.

I felt my shirt untuck inch by inch from my trousers, finally baring my belly button as my bones continued to thicken and reknit in new and amazing configurations. Every moment that passed, with every powerful beat of my heart, I felt myself grow centimeter by centimeter. My ribs pushed outward, barreling my chest, hefting my rounded breasts upward and pulling the last bit of my shirt and undershirt from out of my trousers. My hips widened, filling out my once loose trousers so that the fabric stretched taught against my flesh; my back arching while the buckle of my leather belt sank downward along my abdomen.

The beating of my heart took another strengthening surge, flushing natural nutrients to every part of my body, and all about me, came the throbbing, scintillating feeling of a million kisses, and the touch of a thousand massaging hands against my flesh. My legs parted slightly as that throbbing feeling spread between them, and the folds of my crotch thickened and swelled with feeling, my nipples drawing erect while my aortas widened with ecstasy.

I ignored Alkenphel as my transformation continued, the foul man pressing his back against the wall as he watched me transform before his eyes, his gun shaking in his hand while I stared unblinkingly at my body.

Then from inside of me came a voice, and it surged up my body like a shiver of cold wind that forced my nipples so erect that they ached, and blew through my voice box to speak, and it was my voice that echoed through the hall in a loud, ethereal resonance.

“A body of a virgin maiden, given the form of a goddess, with grace and beauty, now receive your birthright of Gaia.

“Receive ye the gift of Cat and of Bird Exotic, of Sea Fish Mammal and animal erotic. Receive ye the gift of Suppleness!”

Something awakened within me, and millions of neurons and motes within my mind opening up like the blossoms of a lotus. My senses became filled with the scent of my own body, my skin beneath my clothing becoming slicked with sweat while I felt my vaginal muscles clench.

My chin lifted, and my hands spread first across my breasts, down along my abdomen, before clutching at my crotch as a gentle moistness began to dampen my panties.

Muscle all across my body firmed, while my skin coalesced in a vast ripple that started from my heart and spread outward to the very tips of my hairs. Tendons strengthened and drew taught, and a sigh escaped my lips while within only a matter of seconds, my movements once inaccurate and tensed, became graceful and as precise as a laser.

My features grew more subtle, my beauty enhancing exponentially with every passing second, and from about my head, my hair grew in a flurry, and within seconds, the once long braid that had been held tight against the back of my neck, fell all the way to the floor; coiling into a pile behind my feet.

Biceps and calves elongated, my muscles all across my body firmed, and against my chest, the drawn down, heavy feeling of my breasts lightened, and the pair rounded out, drew firm, and lifted to the point where my braw hang off of them, and did little more than keep them pushed together.

Finally, my thighs pressed together, as that throbbing between my legs intensified, and the light tangle of hair decorating my crotch thickened. My hand resting underneath the other began to instinctively massage the swelling mass of flesh between my legs, rubbing my silken panties between the folds of skin that led inside my body, and tickling the pink clitoris within my body.

My white shirt was now plastered to my body with sweat, and my hair hung heavily against my head with the same slick. My eyes opened a crack in sumptuous feeling, focusing up Alkenphel, and seeing the fear upon his face, I smiled and licked my lips just before the voice within me spoke again.

“The form of a Goddess you have obtained,” it spoke with my own voice. “With traits given to you no other has ever held.

“Receive ye now the Gift of the Wolf and of Sea Beast, of Flying Raptor and of Immortal creature, yeah, even to the least. Receive ye the gift of Power!”

Again my eyes opened, just as I heard the sound of creaking sinew and bone, and felt the wonderful experience of a new chemical rush through my body; a form of natural stimuli that my form has rarely felt. And now, glands within my body produced it in floods, and flushed it through my system, and with my erotic heightened senses, I could actually feel it coursing into every bone and muscle I possessed.

My hands slid away from my womanhood, opening even as I felt energy coursing through me, and a sparkling glow surrounded me, followed by rings of blue-white energy that coursed about my parted legs and arms, about my body and head. Sparks of electricity ignited about me, and a chain lightning effect lit from my eyes, coursed about my bodice and collected about my nipples, cascaded downward to lighten my crotch, and then slide down the length of my arms and legs.

And then another transformation struck me, and I felt nodes of hardening flesh arise from my body at the backs of my hands, at my forehead and navel, at the peaks of my back over my shoulders, and right smack dab at the hollow of my throat, with one last one erupting at my sternum.

Each like a hardening nipple, they drew erect, becoming hyper sensitive as each throbbed and thickened, their bases widening until an oval shape about each arose from my flesh. My hips rocked again, and the unbelievable sensations of these past few minutes finally struck my body, and with a burst of elation, I climaxed, and within an instant my panties had become sopping wet, and a few moments later, another burst erupted and a spot of sticky fluids started to decorate my pants front.

In turn, and each with the feeling like just such a burst reoccurring, the flesh of the nodules tore open, revealing a glowing gem the same baby blue light that echoed my eyes.

The cascading energy about my body then surged all at once for these newly formed decorations, forcing the gems to glow brilliantly. There it all remained, locked within those gems, before they burst outward again, but when they did, it was a surge of light, which split my skin in all directions.

From my forehead gem, it split outward into a starburst, with the lowest radial splitting quickly into a Y, coursing down my nose slightly before arching about both nose and mouth. It then traced along my lower jaw and then down along the sides of my neck before breaking like a starburst against my shoulders, across my sternum and upper back with the additional starburst erupting from the other jewels against my shoulders. The lines traced even further down my front, tearing open my flesh in a scintillating way that continued to send a quiver through my body and loins, and arching down around and between by breasts, before rising again upon them to encircle my nipples.

Those mounds of reddened flesh hardened even more, drawing so erect that they created small points that pressed my shirt and bra outward, with the disks broadening enough where they could be seen above the lip of my bra now underneath a shirt that was most definitely transparent with my perspiration.

Those starbursts continued further down my body, erupting in more spectacular displays whenever they struck another Jewel, and I felt them trace their way down my navel, about my crotch and the insides of my thighs, all along my thighs, and ending at just before my toes. Two last starbursts of light, tracing my flesh all along my arms, particularly about my forearms, ended this display, and within seconds, the light subsided, leaving a series of deep red lines all about my body.

I felt empowered, I felt like I’d never be tired again, I felt as if no force could stop my vigor while I stood there still, quite rigid now. Within my mind came whisperings of thoughts I never knew I had, and I found myself considering things of reality. I began to formulate, to piece things together, and learn merely from the basis of thought. I searched, and I discovered magic, I searched, and discovered the arts of war, I searched, and developed Psionic powers.

From between my thighs, another burst surged from me, and I could feel the fluids slowly trace their way down the insides of my legs this time.

Again, the voice rose from within me.

“Beauty and Power have I received, and now one last gift comes to this one in need.

“From the Bear and the Ancient Beast of yore, from Dragon and Dinosaur do they come for. Receive ye the gift of Strength!”

Alkenphel’s whole body was trembling now as he watched me enter into my last transfiguration, and with a pleasing smile, I watched myself begin to grow again, but this time, it wasn’t just my bones realigning themselves.

It started as a tingling in the tips of my fingers and toes, which then grew and moved to my crotch and nipples, and then continued to ripple outward and onward. And then my body was quiet, and for an instant, even my heart stopped. But then I felt my chest start to heave, and I sighed and groaned, feeling my breasts fill and swell, and I cried out as I felt every muscle within my body swell with my them.

My once narrow shoulders widened, my neck thickening until I didn’t have one, with my bottom firming while my chest pushed outward, and to my now sensitive hearing, I heard something begin to tear, and felt the collar of my shirt at the peak of my back begin to give way. My swelling breasts continued to push outward, filling out my jacket and peaking above the low plunging neckline of the thing, straining the garment until the buttons gave way, and Alkenphel rose a hand to ward off the flying buttons that shot at him.

My shoulders started to swell, as did my calves and thighs, and for a very brief moment, I felt every inch of my clothing conform about my body. Seconds later, the seams began to tear open along my inner thighs and on the outsides of my shirt.

My hands clenched, and my eyes witnessed my once smooth arms thicken and crease with muscle, and then watched those creases thicken in a rush that shredded the sleeves of my arm around a pair of biceps that rounded almost as big as my heaving breasts. My bodice strengthened in a burst of motion then, as if hundreds of knives were cutting at me.

My arms rapidly bubbled with strength as I held them before me with my hands in fists, shredding open my shirt to the shoulders, before with a titanic ‘whump!’ my upper body barreled outward. My jacket broke open about my arms and tore to shreds before falling to the ground with the long tail of my hair that laid there, and as muscle piled upon my chest, all along my back, and across my ribcage – creasing and swelling, and creasing and swelling over and over again – my shirt was drawn in all directions. It soon was shredded and torn, tearing open in dozens of places, all the while one by one, because of my swelling breasts, the buttons there snapped away and Alkenphel again warded them off.

From between the piling mounds and planes of bone and muscle forming all about my back, I felt my spine thicken and push upward so that it rose above all, forcing my shirt to split several more times as it now tightened about my middle. But though my upper body had started to slow in its growth, by breasts continued to swell, and even while the buttons of my shirt popped off, first the shoulder straps of my bra broke because of my thickening arms a second before the joint between the cups snapped open, and my breasts lifted into the air.

They still continued to fill out, and I found as they continued to firm that I definitely didn’t even need my bra anymore. So firm were they that they barely even jiggled with my occasional contortion, and they felt light against my chest, instead of the heavy weight they seemed to have had before.

From the tips of those breasts, I witnessed my nipples swell as well, and unlike the tiny little buttons before, these were mounds unto themselves, and either stuck out several inches from the heaving masses of my breasts.

My arms lifted above my head, forcing my breasts upward and together above the titanic muscles which supported them, while underneath the hood of my ribcage, I felt my stomach begin to crease and sink below my chest, before, with a series of rippling, the muscles there folded over themselves, and lined my abdomen with dozens of overlapping folds. Like a ribbed hourglass they formed from my feathering ribcage to the base of my bodice, framing the sunken pit of my belly button, and thus framed by four obliques instead of the usual two.

I felt the buttons of my trousers slide over my crotch as the belt and waist of my pants sank even further downward. Despite those buttons, and the thickness of my panties and of the many folds of cloth there, my vaginal muscles swelled so greatly that the crevice between them could still be seen within the contours of my pants. Already one could hear the straining of the cloth about my middle and over my leather belt, and when my rear started to fill outward, widening my hips even more and pulling the back end of my panties between their cheeks, the force of it proved too strong for them.

My belt snapped open, while my trousers split on the seams about my crotch and inner thighs, and everything just hung about my body while with surges of might, my thighs thickened and creased, and thickened again, with my feet straining within the leather of my boots.

My hips widened even more after a few moments, growing to provide for my widening legs. It was then that I felt more than saw the buttons upon my trousers snap open one after the other, and then after a titanic strain just above my clitoris, the strongest collection of my trousers, what had once been the center point between my legs, snapped open with a lurch. What was left of my shredded pants slid to the ground from off of my rounded bottom.

Standing with feet apart, the last articles of my clothing to remain started to strain against my body, my boots and socks snapping or shredding open to reveal my much larger feet, where as my panties continued to slide down my crotch, revealing more of the downy hair that had grown there before as it peaked over the upper rim.

Then, finally, the much broader expanse of cloth that had formed into a thong between the masses of my gleuts, started to tear and unbind, and with a series of snaps as the elastic broke open, I stood naked and reveling in the raw physical power that had taken me.

“All but one last thing remains to be done. Grace and beauty, speed and power, strength and endurance, might and magic does this body take, and now receive ye the gift of the Earth, and be one with your world!”

What happened next was even stranger that what had come before.

The tingling ceased, and was instead replaced with a prickling sensation. Alkenphel was now cowering before me as he watched me go through one last and final transition, and right before his eyes, I became more human than human.

My hair, the thick bush between my legs and the long mane at the back of my head, waved as if in some unseen wind, and took on the consistency of fur, while against my forearms and forelegs, forming trailing waves at the outsides of my arms and claves, while forming fetlocks about my ankles. The nails against my toes and fingers thickened and pushed outward several inches apiece, the tips of my fingers and toes thickening immensely to support them as retractable. The nails then folded in half and the curved downward, forming thick, claws as they soon darkened to the color of obsidian.

I became aware of a heat within my ears, and felt them rise into points and then fold downward, creating small hoods that jutted straight out of the sides of my head, which I could move voluntarily and flick.

Then there came a swelling at the base of my spine, a thickening of vertebrae there before my tailbone – which had usually pointed toward my crotch – turned outward, pushing the cheeks of my bottom apart slightly. Then with a quivering of psudomotion, a tail erupted from my bottom, which thickened and grew heavy with fur all down its length, and ending in a dark brown patch of fur that matched the color of my mane and still moist pubic fur.

Then at the peak of my back, there came a coalescing just above and toward my spine from the jewels upon my back. Muscle was pushed apart just below my neck and the bridges of my shoulders as bone shifted around inside my body, realigned, and then started to grow before two smooth mounds rose to become pronounced upon my back. Like the jewels, those two nodes broke open, but instead of revealing a new jewel, they instead revealed an open sphincter, which clenched briefly before a nib slowly pushed out of both.

This nib swelled, and telescoped outward a few inches, swelled again, and then this time telescoped a few feet, swelled one last time, and then pushed outward several meters.

This all happened very, very slowly, and quite steadily, and to me, felt as if two titanic men, with their equally titanic manhood, were slowly pushing their way into my body. But in this case, the reverse was true, and as they exited my back, I felt the slick fluids of my body drip downward along their lengths and onto my back, glistening where they fell and setting a cool tingling where they did.

From between my legs, another burst of fluids splattered about my legs and pubic fur, and down onto the floor. I gave off another groan of pleasure.

Once they had both telescoped to their greatest range, a ball joint appeared at the end of the first telescope, and after a brief moment, the muscle against my back swelled and over took the ball joint, realigning itself before thickening and swelling about the joint. The twin masses of bone and flesh then spread away from each other, and then arched downward as my head lowered in ecstasy from the feelings they were giving me.

It was then that they broke open with a wet crunching sound, and as they spread, they dragged a thin membrane of flesh between them. There was another breaking sound, and another such beam, though much smaller, broke away from the first, pivoting at a point close to my back, and it too dragged a membrane of skin, but that spread like the film of a bubble between two wires from my back to the first breakaway.

Then one last crunching sound split the air, the loudest yet, and with a crackling sound, four ‘fingers’ spread from the very ends of my new wings, opening gossamer-like even as a pair of claw-tipped thumbs lifted at the ‘hands’ of my wings.

Then, with a rippling of motion, and the sound of popping balloons, the titanic muscles needed to use those wings all filled outward in a snap, one right after the other, filling out straight down to the very tips of my wings.

Finally, with a sound like dry reeds being wrung together, veins shot through my wings, feeding them with blood, and thickening them from transparent to translucent gray to a fleshy brown mass of leather.

Then, one last transformation occurred and I felt a pair of small swells erupt along my rib cage, and then a strange localized firmness upon those swells, as well as upon my ribs just below them. Passing my hands over my body, I felt a pair of much smaller breasts than my first, and then a pair of nipples below those, though those lacked the swell of a breast. At last I felt myself rising, my feet elongating, and my toes thickening even more so, so that I stood upon the balls of my feet.

I stood then, still with head bowed for a moment as the feeling of change left me, and I remained quite still despite the odd balance I felt from standing on the tips of my feet. Then lifting my head, I focused both my eyes upon Alkenphel.

“Now,” the voice finished, and I felt my own voice returning to me. “Kneel before the Amazon Queen!”

******

Alkenphel seemed to regain his composure when I had said that, and he meekly straightened and pointed the gun at me again. In an instant, my mind opened up, and I saw the weapon from every angle, from every possible view of perspective. I knew how many bullets there were, where the bullet would go if fired, what elements composed the powder within the bullet, and the blemishes in the lead head. I saw everything, and I was amazed that I had been able to do it.

“I don’t know what you just did, Jatzia, or how you’ve done what you did, but there is absolutely no known force that can dodge a bullet.”

“Then you say you know of the forces which have just transformed me?” I said, my voice seeming more sensuous than before, still maintaining a bit of the echo of the voice that had been speaking through me. “I warn you Alkenphel. Leave this temple now, and never return, and I’ll let you live.”

My ears flattened to the sides of my head, and my tail wagged irritably at my backside.

Alkenphel tensed, I readied myself, and I heard him cry out “Die!” before he pulled back on the trigger of his Glock.

My mind and senses became super acute, and I heard the deafening boom of the gun, as the hammer snapped into place and the housing slid backward to reduce recoil. I saw the puff of smoke, and watched as if in slow motion as the bullet exited out of the chamber and sped for me just shy of a foot a second. I actually had to wait for the bullet to come at me, but when it finally came, I lifted my hand and pinched the bullet between my index and middle fingers, holding it tight there just before my face.

All of this, to Alkenphel’s awareness, happened in a mere fraction of a second, and he lowered his weapon as I stared darkly at him, the glow of my eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“I warned you.” I said in a gurgling growl, and twisted the bullet within my fingers before flicking it back at him.

The force of such an action actually created a loud bang as the bullet broke the sound barrier, and a burst of red blew open Alkenphel’s body at the shoulder, with a similar burst erupting behind him against the wall, and the sound of rock shattering as the bullet imbedded itself into the wall.

Alkenphel’s Glock fell from his hands, clattering to the floor before he slowly slid down to the floor in surprise at what had just happened.

Feeling my lips press together, I stepped forward, my fur flowing elegantly about my body and between my legs as I reached down, cuffed him about his robe, and hauled him upward so that I looked at him at eye level.

“You are an evil which needs to be removed from mother Earth, Alkenphel.” I snarled, and was surprised as a deep rumbling growl came from somewhere within my chest. “Now, die in obscurity!”

The gem upon my forehead glowed brightly, and Alkenphel opened his mouth in a silent scream. Every last artery, vein and capillary in his body swelled, while some of the smaller ones even broke open. He bled from his nose, from his eyes and a gurgling rose from within his mouth as the brunt of my psychic powers took him, and then with an audible whump and a shiver in his midsection, I felt his heart crush.

I dropped him like one would drop a piece of trash, and turning, I suddenly felt the desire to explore my new body.

******

When I had first started to run, I ran swiftly and steadily, and was amazed despite my heightened intellect that my breasts didn’t bounce or jiggle in that annoying way they did before this wonderful, beautiful transformation. Folding my wings close to my body, I actually leapt forward, and started running on all fours, my speed outracing a cheetah, outracing a swallow as my form sped through the halls. It took me time, even with my new body, but following my new senses and using my powerful mind and powers, I soon stepped out into the light of a setting sun.

My arms spread wide with my wings, my thighs pressing close together with my ankles, while I felt the warmth of the blessed sun against my face and breasts, against my crotch and thighs.

Never before had I felt so alive!

I wanted to experience life in its fullest, feel the sun upon my body forever, but then my senses, even my psychic ones, drew alert, and I felt a presence in the forest below, and looking off in its direction, I tried to use those senses to ‘see’ it. But despite my new abilities, my senses kept sliding about the thing.

My curiosity got the better of me.

Leaping off the edifice of the pyramid, I soared through the air, and landed within the courtyard with my greatly increased weight shattering the cobblestone that I landed upon, and disarranged the others around it.

My nostrils flared, my eyes strained for a site of the thing, and my body tensed with feeling as I crawled forward on all fours a few steps before lifting up onto my hind legs.

“Who’s there?” I said at last, and there was a rustle just before me, and a moment later, a man stepped out into the shadows, and then into the fading light of the sun.

“Justinian?” I gasped, my eyes looking over the strange robes he wore, a simple green cloak that was opened wide to reveal his entire front, and a wide loincloth that dangled to the ground.

He was smiling warmly, a smile that reassured me that he meant no hurt, and I trusted it.

“You are even more majestic and more beautiful than I thought you’d become. I tried to figure out the genetic configuration, try to discover what you’d look like, but not even my wildest dreams would have come up with this.”

He gestured to my body, and I blushed. But then I realized something, and my blush quickly left my features.

“You… you were planning on this happening to me? Why?”

He continued to smile.

“I’ve loved many a woman in my lifetime, Jatzia, though from a distance. All of their qualities, those that I’ve loved the most, I’ve manipulated over the seasons to produce you. I then set things in motion for you to find this place and undergo… the change… which has made you what you are now.”

“Seasons? But doing such a thing would require you to do it to generations of my forbearers. How could you have possibly have done that?”

Justinian inclined his head, but his smile never faded. “A reasonable question…” he began, and sidestepped into the nearby forest. He passed behind a tree and… changed. “…Which of course deserves…” he continued, passing behind another tree, and he changed again. Within my ears I heard something that would probably be like a tree being wrung in half. “A reasonable answer.”

He finished these last words as he stepped out of the forest again just to my side, the light catching him fully now, and I gapped at the site that I saw.

If there was any being that deserved to be called a titan, it was he.

His height had doubled, his mass quintupled, and in the chest at least, he was as big around as I was even with my immense breasts.

“My true name is Quetzalc\xF3atl. So when I had wished a protection to you earlier, I had placed myself in your service.

“Jatzia, the change which has taken both of us, has made us both immortal. I myself have lived over five thousand years, and sadly, I have lived it without the company of a mate. For millennia I have protected the Earth… alone. In Greece, I was known as The Firebird, in North America I was known as Ghost Dancer, and of course, here in South America, its people have always known me.

“Centuries ago, I knew the dismay of being alone, and so, I created the perfect woman, the perfect vessel.” He stepped forward, lifting his hands, and the folds of his robes fell to the crooks of his arms. I then felt the back of his hands push backward along my cheeks, brushing my hair back before his touch slid downward along my neck.

“I must admit, I never have truly felt love until you came to me several days ago for help to get here.”

His scent, I thought inwardly, my eyes fluttering closed a little as I lifted my chin a little to his touch. So… sweet…

I felt myself becoming intoxicated by it, and I reached forward, flattening both my hands against his chest before my eyes lifted to his. He was speaking again.

“Great Maker,” he was whispering, looking very deeply into my eyes. “You are so beautiful. Not even with my great knowledge of life, would I have ever been able to make anything so… perfect… as you.

“Truly the Creator must have blessed me for my service.”

“I-I feel it too.” I said, blinking and hearing a sigh escape my lips as I felt myself being drawn toward him, my breasts pressing tight against his rock hard chest. “I thought you were the best man I’d ever met.” I felt myself smiling. “I remember undressing you in my mind.”

Justinian… Quetzalc\xF3atl… smiled warmly down at me, and I felt his lips brush against my forehead as he kissed me there. I felt my nipples begin to harden – all six of them – with my primaries pushing up between us, growing incredibly sensitive. Between my legs, I felt the folds of my crotch clench and swell, and my clitoris push between the folds to the forefront.

Despite all the sexual elation I had just felt, I yearned to spread my legs for him.

“Would you believe me if I said I loved you?” he said to me, his kisses landing upon my cheek and then my neck, and I twisted it so that I might rub my face against his chest.

“Yes.” I whispered in return, feeling his touch sliding over my secondary breasts, and I felt my crotch clench all the more, felt my clitoris swell again, and then jut out from between the folds of flesh as he started to massage the smaller disks with his thumbs. My own hands slowly slid down the hundreds of ridges of his chest and abdomen, over his own six nipples ridging his chest, before coming at last to the loincloth he wore, feeling the bulge, and then feel it thicken to my touch.

Then my chin lifted, at the same time he moved to kiss me, and I felt my lips press against his. There was a feeling of weightlessness, and I felt my legs part before something very solid pressed against my back. When I opened my eyes again, I felt such a feeling of love as I looked up at him. Such a feeling couldn’t possibly be designed, I thought to myself, and after a few moments, I knew it for assurity as my mind discovered some of the basic aspects of life.

He now knelt between my legs, his loincloth, though hanging freely onto my waist, still showed a bulge. He rimmed my primary breasts with his thumbs and forefingers, while the cups of his hand held my secondary breasts. I held him by the wrists, and he knelt there, staring down at me, admiring me. I then rose slightly, bracing my weight with one hand, while with the other I pushed his cloak back until it fell about the crooks of his shoulders, revealing his own wings, which were more like huge flaps of light green leather.

I saw his green gems as well as his green stripes glitter; and then smiling, I reached forward and effortlessly pulled his loincloth away.

“Love me.” I whispered. “And I will be your servant for all eternity.”

“No,” he smiled in return and moved forward to embrace me. “Love me, and I will be your servant… for all eternity.”

He said this, even as he was leaning forward, our bodies pressing against one another again. Smiling, I arched my hips, and felt that thick, lump of flesh press between my thighs, piercing deep into my body, telescoping into my abdomen.

For all that evening, and well into the night, the Earth – literally – moved.

END