Greetings, all!  I haven't been active in the group in a while, due to life junk going on, but I do have one or two commissions to share...

I don't think this one is posted anywhere as of yet, so for anyone else here that may be obsessed with the subject matter found in Triple E as much as I am... enjoy!

Trapped beneath the Sands

The sounds of deep breathing filled the confines of a blustering old tent, the noise of shifting sands and blowing winds outside almost managed to overwhelm the heavy breaths and flustered pants. The hot burning sun shimmered across the desert sky in waves of orange and yellow, the huge sand dunes glittering as the light bounced off the tiny pieces of rock that made up a collective sea of particles. Within this ocean of stone there was what appeared to be a large campsite, sitting outside of a large stone wall. A huge sand dune covered what was most likely some kind of ancient structure; some kind of building or tomb. Nestled just outside the main ‘entrance’ to this structure were several tents, some were much larger than the others. Huge crates of tools, boxes of supplies lay outside and tied down into the ground. Several camels were either sat down in the sands or standing up and wandering around the confines of a post, where rope that was attached to their faces made sure they would not escape or wander off. Several smaller tents littered the area behind the tomb and a large campfire lay burned out in the middle, obviously a place where many people would gather.

The deep heavy breathing started to get louder as the soft fleshy human inside one of the larger tents seemed to gasp and increase her pace of breathing; it was a young woman who seemed to be concentrating on keeping quiet. Her mouth opened up wide as she breathed in the dry desert air, while the confines of her tent allowed her to stretch her well-toned legs apart. Her right hand was nestled deep within her panties; her delicate fingers rubbing her clit while her moist folds leaked but remained untouched. Her other hand meanwhile cupped her left breast and played with the nipple, her concentrated breathing seemed to be let down occasionally by a slight moan. This horny masturbating young woman had obviously had co-students and probably friends nearby, mere metres away they slept in their tents; which was obviously why she had to keep her voice down. Yet she could not simply banish her desires, this horny female had a sex drive that could make a man weep after mere hours without release.

“Yes….just a little….mmm…more” the woman moaned quietly in a desperate whisper, trying so hard to concentrate on the perverted images within her head. Her eyes were shut tight and sweat was forming upon her brow as her fingers worked her clit even faster now, her orgasm has been building for over ten minutes and she desperately wanted release. She found it frustrating how she couldn’t simply explode like a man could, how she had to pleasure herself for an age before being able to experience that wonderful contraction of muscle and flesh. She felt herself imagining herself with that ability, moaning even louder but all the while trying to keep her habit from becoming obvious to those around her. She finally smiled and gasped quietly as she felt her vaginal walls contract, knowing she was so close to climaxing, her clit was red and throbbing through friction and she felt it becoming even more sensitive. Her world began to evaporate as the images within her head began to blur, requiring her to use even more of her concentration to maintain that horrifically perverted image. She was so close, her chest expanding and contracting slowly as her breathing deepened, her breasts and nipples tingling, her entire body singing with the slow rhythmic pumping of a growing orgasm….so close…

“Shala! We’re suiting up now, up you get lazy bones!” shouted a familiar voice from outside the tent which caused this wonderful growing orgasm to suddenly die down as Shala retracted her fingers from within her panties, and gritted her teeth in frustration and anger.

“Ye….Yeah ok I’ll be out in a moment!” Shala replied as she closed her legs and moved her hand away from her breast, crossing her arms and blushing in a rather obvious fashion. She felt so foolish and yet so infuriated as she had not quite reached climax, but she wouldn’t be able to achieve what she wanted while her friends were waiting outside for her, she didn’t have enough time. Her libido had always been a constant irritation to her working life and often interfered with her archaeology studies, sometimes it wasn’t the best influence on her decisions either. With her mind slowly shifting from sex to work she began to wonder about the ruins they’d uncovered, they had worked hard enough in the libraries and scrawling through old texts to find these locations. It had taken months of time, research and no short amount of bribery to find the location of these strange tombs. She was surprised she and her co-students had even managed to get to this location, but after all the blood, sweat and money that had been spent and shed over the many months, they knew it would be worth it. They had managed to find references to several constructs that had been marked down in ancient texts, predating even the oldest references of civilisation. It was something they could not resist as students in archaeology, the chance to make history and discover something totally new. They only had enough money to get them to the closest reference of these structures, and it just so happened to be located in one of the most deserted regions in the world.

Shala sighed at her thoughts and pulled her pants up, vowing to herself she’d not only get work done today, but that she’d have her fun when they’d finished for the day. As Shala zipped open the entrance of her tent and walked out into the hot arid desert, with the winds of sand and dust beating around her feet; she felt like she already needed to jump back onto her sleeping bag. But she had not travelled so far for nothing; she was determined to at least get past the entrance of the ruins. Even with the help of the hired native workers, it had taken them many days already to clear away the sand and rocks, now they had the chance to get inside. Shala looked up at the huge sand dune in front of them, the top of which had been almost sliced in half and below the bustling sands laid stone and rock. The entrance was a huge half-circle construct, at least 50 foot high, and had been cleverly hidden as a sand dune. The craftsmanship was strange; it was smooth and had almost no erosion. Considering how long it had been buried Shala and her friends were shocked it was even in one piece. The huge stone wall sloped down around a massive perfectly circular door, which was incredible in of itself; to know that this civilisation had managed to create a perfect piece of circular stone.

“Shala come on! We’ve got a ton of work to do and these workers are paid by the hour!” shouted Beth from across the flat sands, she was standing by the door and holding a bag of tools for her two other friends; John and Lisa. A large gathering of foreign labourers in poor clothing were standing behind her student friends, chatting amongst one another in a strange faraway language. Shala sighed and walked over to her black haired friend and picked a trowel from the bag, the whizzing sands had already begun to matt in her blonde hair and she’d only been out for a mere minute. Shala began to slowly follow suit with John and carve away carefully at the hardened rock and sand that was encrusted within the edges of the door, trying to clear as much away so they could lever It open while the dozen or so hired workers cleared away the broken rock, rubble and sand while waiting for further instruction.

Hours passed as they all worked tirelessly to break away as much dirt and stone as possible, each person working for half an hour before swapping over to allow the other a break, the workers would keep on clearing away sand and rubble to make the students job a little easier. Taking shifts was essential in the baking heat of the desert, but finally they had managed to clear away a sizable amount of hardened sand; at least enough to attempt to lever the door free. John, Shala and Lisa were the strongest out of the group, and each grabbed a levering device, two with crowbars and Shala with a shovel. Several of the hired workers grabbed some crowbars and steel implements and wedged it into the door. With the combined strength of over fifteen people it took them two hours to actually open the door, but the huge round stone block that had been held in with nothing but friction fell loose. The size of the slab was surprisingly thin, but it was heavy enough to weigh in at almost two tonnes. The huge stone slab fell to the sandy desert floor and rested in front of the huge round circular entrance and nothing but darkness lay within. As soon as the door opened a gushing wind blustered out and hit them all in the face, the hired foreign muscle were all superstitious folk and were unnerved by both the smell and sensation of thousand year old air.

“Jesus that was tough!” panted John with beads of sweat running down his head, throwing his crowbar down into the sand and peering into the blackness, the works talking quietly to each other while others wheezed in fatigue and agony, their muscles aching profusely after the ordeal of shifting such a large piece of stone. However thanks to gravity, leverage and a bit of knowhow they had managed to crack the seal and open up the door to the unknown. John moved towards the middle of the door, and peered in, able to see some flat stone steps leading down to a flat floor, but darkness prevented him from seeing further.

“Hey Beth…pass me one of those glow sticks” John said as he reached his arm back behind him towards Beth, who kneeled down into the black bag and pulled out two very large green glow sticks. John grabbed them from Beth and cracked both across his leg, a dim light illuminating from the plastic housing, the dull green glow bouncing off John’s hands as he slowly put on foot forwards into the pitch black area. He took a breath of the fetid musty air before gently tossing the glow stick ahead of him, the light illuminating irregularly shaped walls before landing on a smooth flat sandstone floor. John cracked another glow stick and shook it up before looking back up into the darkness, seeing what appeared to be a smooth walkway towards further darkness. John slowly walked in, occasionally throwing a glow stick down on the floor, which were handed to him by Beth as the ventured into the structure. Finally after a few minutes of careful stepping the came across something utterly extraordinary. The tomb’s entrance itself was quite small and had sweeping irregularly shaped rocky walls that led up to a cave like structure.

The floor however was totally smooth and flat, and it was all one piece that seemed to merge seamlessly with the walls, as if the very floor was made from the rock that surrounded it. What was truly magnificent was the thing that lay before them, It was yet another door however this time i was shaped differently than the ‘Sarcophagus’ style of door they had just released. The door before them was perfectly triangular, and each of the three sides was almost perfectly equal. It appeared as if there were three further triangular sections that made up the door itself that descended from each edge of the triangular shape of the frame itself. The door was placed against a smooth wall which then slowly changed to the same rough rock that lined the outside walls of the cave, as if it had been carved and constructed to merge with the environment. The beauty of the craftsmanship left the entire team within awe, and even Shala had forgotten totally about her horny little session prior, her thoughts were now taken up in the beauty of the room. The door’s bottom triangular piece had a further upside triangular section at the top that intersected over the other two pieces, with what appeared to be the perfect indent of a hand.

John leaned his head in towards the hand print that seemed almost melted into the door to examine it more closely, finding that the hand was firstly larger than any hand he’d seen before. And secondly that the hand seemed to be in a strange shape, its fingers were longer and thinner than normal and the tips of the fingers seemed to be almost pointed.  Beth wandered towards John and stroked her hands across the smooth stone door and pressed her fingers between the cracks, in some foolish attempt to see if there was a gap or draft; of which there was none.

For hours their progress was stunted by this bizarre door, there was absolutely no way of moving such a heavy door without more people or figuring out a way to open the door. They had all tried to putting their hand in the indented hand shaped structure, hoping that they would hear some grinding weights and the doors would magically open like some kind of fantasy story or sci-fi movie. Alas no such thing happened and John expended most of his energy attempting to prize just one of the huge stone slabs open, but to no avail he was unable. In addition to their misfortunes the workers they had hired were refusing to even enter the cave, muttering amongst themselves they probably assumed there was a curse of some kind upon the tomb. They were agreed they would rest for the night and hire even more hands to perform the work; they could probably pay the workers with a mere fraction of the treasure that may be buried deep within.

Shala was exhausted both physically and mentally after a long day of prying stone open and attempting to figure out how to open the bizarre door. It seemed she was destined to retire along with her friends for the evening, and she was certainly happy to meet the cold desert night with joy. Her clothes had been laden with sweat and body odour, her black tank top along with her loose jeans had been soaked with the aforementioned body fluids.  Shala was glad to zip up her tent as the sun began to disappear across the dunes of the desert, the workers they had hired were one by one retiring to the tents, packing away their tools and climbing into some dirty sleeping bags, while others lit a camp fire and began to mutter and talk amongst themselves. Meanwhile Shala lay down on her soft padded sleeping bag and sighed deeply, the smell of her body had long since ceased to bother her, she was more concerned with thoughts of the tomb and what lay within.

As her thoughts carried her into the night and allowed a great many moments to pass by in anxious thought, she heard the sound of John and one of her friends snoring loudly, obviously they had been working hard and their bodies required a lot of rest and recovery. She’d know John at least before school, he always used to snore loudly, and it always made her stay awake during the long nights at university. Her thoughts then drifted to her past and to all of the naughty things she’d done while young, it was then the very thought of her past that caused her mind to delve into deeper and darker images. She grinned with a wide smile and bit her bottom lip, slowly starting to slip into arousal as her train of thought led her to the inevitable decent into perversion. From a young age Shala knew her dark fantasies were far from healthy, as impossible as they were she just couldn’t help herself. The images she had in her head, the thoughts of pleasurable forms and lustful agony, delightful disturbing ecstasy inducing ideas that seemed to make her heart flutter and her loins ache. She knew it was all harmless in the end and pretty much impossible, well for a student like herself at least.

The desert went quiet aside from the noises of the workers speaking their odd foreign language to themselves inside the tents, along with the droning noise of John’s snoring. It was just loud enough to mask the noises of Shala’s deep breaths as she began to resume her long and hard attempt to achieve orgasm, her hands slipping past her pants while her fingers slowly rubbed over her clit. She moaned a little as she began to rub herself gently, always finding that the first touch was always more powerful than the subsequent strokes. Her pussy lips began to ache and leak as arousal struck her, the energy she began to exude felt amazing, her brain generating hormones and chemicals that surged through her veins. Her other hand reached up and began to grope her breast, playing with her nipple. Her eyes were sealed tight as she imagined the most perverted and sickening thing she could, groaning at the thoughts that she conjured in her head, the images her mind manifested would scare away any normal guy, it’s why she never had any luck with relationships. She giggled at the thought and continued to rub herself; the entire world around her began to melt away as she slipped into her fantasy, imaging herself in a completely different form, a different body entirely. Her cheeks blushed as the images within her mind became more vivid, her lungs seemingly filling with energy as she pressed her fingers hard against her clit, her mind reeling from this sudden burst of sexual energy. It was amazing, as if she was closing on climax a hundred times faster than normal, while her mind simply lavished this fact and allowed her sexual fantasy to be amplified ten-fold. She was so close, so very near in such a short time, it was so wonderful….she was almost….there…..

“Sssshhhhala” a strange voice whispered, the noise seemingly coming from all around her, yet it felt like it emanated from within her head.

“What….the!” Shala said aloud before shutting her mouth quickly before speaking any further, hoping that her friends didn’t hear her. The sound of snoring entered her ears once again as she felt the world around her returning. Her eyes were now wide open and looking around, her heart racing from both surprise and arousal. Slowly she retracted her fingers from her pants and sat up, slowly turning her head around and looking at the empty part of the tent.

“Shalaaaaa” a voice whispered again, this time she was lucid and awake to hear it, yet this time it seemed fainter. The voice came from behind her this time, the sound seemingly emanating from both a direction and from within her. She turned her head around towards the zipper of her tent and slowly began to unzip it, peeking outside into the night and around the campsite. There was neither a sound nor person to be heard or seen, aside from the droning noise of John’s snoring which had become progressively louder. Her heartbeat slowed somewhat as she realised it was just her imagination, before turning her head to the right, glancing across the dark open tomb. The faint blue light of the glow sticks still seemed to be emanating from within, and they seemed somewhat brighter than before. She pulled her head back into the tent and fastened up the zipper again, lying down on her sleeping and slowly closing her eyes again to resume her….

“Wait…..blue?” Shala said to herself, opening her eyes wide suddenly and sitting up, something just twigging in her mind. The glow sticks that john had packed were green, she didn’t see john put any blue ones down. Shala unzipped her tent again and stepped out, looking directly at the entrance to the tomb to see the dull blue light had begun to pulsate, and the source seemed to be coming from deep within.

Shala’s eyes remained locked on the tomb as she walked forwards, her friends still remained within their sleeping bags; totally unaware of the bizarre light that emanated from within the cavernous room. Shala took a step into the cave’s opening, looking around at the floor to see the extended green glow sticks we're giving off no light. The glow appeared to be coming from all around her, her eyes wandering towards the dark outline of the door and then leaning her head upwards. She gasped in wonder at the sight of a thousand blue lights that were dotted over the cave’s walls and ceiling. It seemed to be as if there were tiny glowing specs embedded in the rock, each one of which gave off a dull glow that reflected off the surrounding surface rock. The effect was similar to looking at a nebula in space, with a thousand twinkling stars dotting the sky. It was almost as there was no roof to the cave; it was as if she was looking into the universe itself. Her mind reeled from this as she looked down towards the door, her mind immediately thinking of waking her friends but was stopped when she saw something odd. The handprint on the door has begun to glow in a similar fashion, but it was almost like the light was coming from behind the rock, as if the sandstone was transparent. Shala slowly approached the door and felt her head race at this bizarre occurrence, her ears hearing a faint ringing as she got closer. The light that seemed to emanate image from behind the hand shaped print began to glow brighter as she got nearer, the faint ringing in her ear becoming a little less subtle. She reached the door and rubbed her hand across the surface of the stone, her eyes widening in wonder as she realised the rock was slowly pulsating with heat, almost like it was alive. Shala looked down at the hand print and raised her hand up, slowly moving her fingers closer to the indentations. She could feel the air vibrating around her hand as she pushed her hand forwards, feeling an electrical tingle spark across her hand which caused her to suddenly retract the exploring limb.

"Ahhh...shit!" Shala cursed quietly as she withdrew her hand back, finding a scorched black mark had appeared on her palm. Thankfully it wasn't painful for long and she turned her head up after hearing the sound of grinding stone. The huge heavy door began to open with a slow heavy grinding noise, her thoughts fleeting away from her friends and towards what lay inside. As the door opened to reveal a glowing passageway out by the same sparkling crystal specs, she thought that she should wake her friends. She knew it would be right to wake her fellow student and let them know of this amazing discovery, so they could explore together. But she had another idea, another reason she wanted to go to this site in the first place; it was a fool’s hope but after her recent discovery she wanted to go alone, to be the first one to see whatever lay beneath. With that thought she turned her head away from the exit of the tomb and slowly walked through the now open doorway, a long deep passageway that sloped down under the earth, dull blue light guiding the way.

Shala continued to walk down the long sloping tunnel, her hands running across the smooth stone, her path lit by the strange specs. On close inspection these odd looking glowing dots appeared to be small clear crystals. Each one a different shape from the next, but deeply embedded within the rock, they look quite similar to quartz. However Shala was certain she'd never seen quartz that gave off light, nor any other crystal for that matter. Her fascination with the rock and minerals around her was craved suddenly when she saw what appeared to be a flickering light at what appeared to be an opening. The Light was a lighter shade of blue and seemed to flicker like a flame, the end of the tunnel seemed very much apparent now. Shala reached the end of the long passageway and walked out into a huge open area, gasping at the sight that lay before her.

A huge open room spanned out before her with a beautifully carved floor that spanned across a massive circular room. Shala was immediately confused when she saw burning torches on the walls; the flames were burning a deep aqua blue and green colour in large copper frames. The flickering flames licked upwards past a smooth wonderfully crafted wall into the darkness, the ceiling was so high Shala couldn't even see the end, just blackness was above her. Directly in front of her feet were a series of lines that went around in a maze-like pattern in a circle to the centre of the room and this maze, where a large round indentation in the stone was placed. Shala was both blown away by her discovery and by the bizarre nature of the place around her, what worried her most were the burning torches on the walls. As far as she knew this tomb was thousands of years old, the seals on the door were bound by time and there was only one way in and out; yet these torches flickered and crackled as if they'd just been lit. Shala moved her eyes around the room and attempted to make out some of the markings on the wall, before a strange noise drew her attention towards the centre of the room where a large round descended stone “pot” sat beneath the floor. Shala placed her boots on the indented stone rings that encompassed the floor, each one circling around an entire section of the floor and moved towards the centre part. The floor seemed to slope downwards into the centre, as if it was designed to carry a liquid, perhaps some kind of ceremonial oil?

"Perfect....a body" A voice whispered behind Shala as she neared the centre of the ritual circle, turning around quickly to find the location of the noise, this time it had a definite direction and she wasn't just hearing it inside her head. Shala looked back to the sloping entrance and peered into the darkness of the tunnel. After a few moments of staring Shala turned around towards the centre of the room, only to be met by a huge pair of yellow eyes.

"Hello there..." the figure said before being interrupted by Shala's screams of shock and terror.

"ARHHH FUCK!!" Shala screamed loudly as she tripped on one of the stone floor ridges and fell backwards, her buttocks and back striking the cold ground and grunting in pain at her fall. She wasted no time and scurried backwards, ignoring her throbbing backside as her attention was more focused on the figure that stood before her.

"Well.... I didn't think you'd be that surprised by me" the figure said with a slight wavering laugh in her sentence, smiling down at Shala. The figure was a tall beautiful woman that stood perfectly in the centre of the rings, her feet pressed against the cold ground. She wore nothing but her skin and her perfect naked body gave off a dull glow in the flickering torchlight. Shala had never seen such a perfect figure, her skin was smooth and without blemish and her face was beautiful enough to rival supermodels.

"Whe...where did you come from..who a..are you?" Shala replied nervously as she sat and stared up at the woman before her, slowly trying to get up onto her feet again but all the while keeping her eyes on the random stranger. She grunted in pain as she stood up in front of the figure, the perfect woman standing before her and smiling.

"I thought you knew my dear? Isn't that why you came here?" The figure said aloud in a slightly more calming and sensitive tone, her face turning from a grin to slight confusion, though deep down she knew what Shala wanted.

“Wha..how did, nnn….n…no I just, I’m just a student” Shala replied as she backed off a little, her cheeks flushing into red as she blushed a little before the strange figure.

“Well…..in that case you probably don’t know what I am or what I have to offer, and I would have been inclined to reward the one who awoke me….pity” Replied the figure with a sigh as she bowed her head in disappointment, her long black hair folding over her face and concealing a devious smile below.

“Wa….wait, did you say a…reward? You mean a….your actually a…” Shala stammered as she raised a finger up to the figure in front of her, the beautiful woman raising her head upwards and opening her inhuman eyes wide. “A demon…yes…that is the reason you came isn’t it Shala, seeking lost powers?”

Shala stared into this creature’s eyes in shock and felt both fear and arousal running through her, knowing that at a whim this being could evaporate her body into mere atoms, warp reality around her and turn her mind into mush. Her heart raced as she stared into the huge feline eyes, knowing deep down that this entity was probably reading her mind, probably knowing what she would say before she thought of it herself, there was no point resisting what this demon was offering.

“W…would you be willing to….reward me?” replied Shala as she nervously crossed her arms and looked down at the demon’s feet, looking up again in embarrassment as the thought of the reward made her anxious and a little frightened.

“Yes….and I know you wish for something other than this feeble female flesh, you crave something else….am I right?” the demon smiled lustfully, looking up at Shala and raised her hand in a mystical manner with her eyes peering past her long black hair. “So tell me Shala…what it is that you want…most in this world. And don’t be shy because I already know what you’re going to say, you just need to say it.” The demon continued as she grinned with an even wider smile, sending shivers down the poor student’s spine, her pussy clenching within her panties as her dreams were close to being realised. Shala paused for a moment, and thought hard about what she wanted; what she really wanted and what she would lose. Her mind was already made up many years ago, it was the reason she’d become an archaeology student, but she had to be careful how she asked for this “reward”

“I….I want to be a….a bit more….ummm…male. I want to know what It feels like to have a male’s power…their manhood” Shala replied with a  slight stammer at the start of her sentence, but then gaining confidence and speaking aloud her desires. The demon responded with a nod but said nothing, rotating her wrist around as if to egg her on to reveal more details. “I…i…w..want to have some of this…maleness grow over me, I want to know what it feels like to have a male’s… genitals.”

Shala gasped after revealing her innermost desires to this stranger and all powerful being, asking for something that she knew could not be undone. The demon stood before and held the same smile but remained silent, instead she bowed her head a little and looked towards Shala with piercing eyes and then breaking her silence by speaking in a deep arousing voice “and?..”

“Ahh…and I want….i want to retain my mind, I want to feel everything and be aware of it. And….if possible…..could I perhaps have….more than one…..i want quite a few” Shala stammered as she scratched her arm, looking up at the demon with shy eyes and awaiting a response

“Hmmmmmm” the mysterious demonic figure hummed to herself, turning her head up to look at the human before smiling. “Well I don’t usually do that sort of thing, but hell I haven’t had a chance to be flexible for a few millennia. I’ll grant what you wish…might even give you something more afterwards” grinned the demon as she nodded to Shala, accepting her request and awaiting for the young shy woman to respond.

“R..r…really? Thank you so much…..so….wh…when will you do it?” Shala asked nervously as she moved her right hand towards her crotch, her cheeks blushing and her heart racing at the potential of her request.

“Let’s start now” the demon said aloud as she raised her hand beside her face suddenly and snapped her fingers, a light purple spark flew from her fingers like iron on flint, and Shala fell to her knees without a second of hesitation. She gasped at the sensation of her knees feeling weak within a matter of moments, forcing her to kneel before the demon. A sudden shuddering heat flushed through her heart as it started to beat faster, pumping hot blood through her body. The odd heat started to pool like a liquid through her veins, feeling the power of mana and magic surging through her cells. Her right arm pressed against her crotch began to tingle with heat and sensation, the movement and sensation in her fingers immediately began to fade away as she realised which part of her would change first.

After falling sharply to her knees; Shala pressed both hands on the ground and leaned forward, the sensation of the flooding heat was both invigorating and terrifying. A loud uncontrolled moan exited Shala's mouth as she felt a tingling sensation spark across her right arm, almost feeling like an electric shock sparking into the earth. She looked over at the tensing muscle of her arm and opened her mouth to gasp, her eyes bulging at the sight before her. The pigment of her skin had started to shift before her eyes; she could see the once pink skin of her upper arm changing colour. Her mouth lay open as she continued to breathe in suddenly, while her skin rapidly changed colour, the lovely pink pigment shifting rapidly to a dark matte black while large veins began to protrude from the surface of her skin. Shala shifted her weight back and continued to kneel before the demon, extending her left arm out in front of her while her eyes were locked on the progress of her changing flesh. She could feel a powerful throbbing pulsating sensation within her arm which continued past her elbow and lower arm towards her hand. She groaned a little as she felt the flesh around the joint of her arm thicken and swell, watching as the once visible bending point of her arm thickened into a tube-like shape. Shala grunted as she attempted to bend her arm, shocked to find that even though she was trying, there was no movement in the limb; as if the muscle had just disappeared.

"ARGHHHH!" Shala screamed loudly as she felt a wave of heat floor through the changing limb, and was unable to help her voice go as more flesh began to thicken around her shoulder. More thick veins sprouted up from under the silky smooth black skin, a strange looking ring of flesh forming above where her elbow once was. It was only as she felt the bones and fingers in her hands deform and change shape that she knew what she was feeling was real, and not some lucid fever-dream. Her eyes were unable to look away as her fingers began pulling into her swelling hand which now looked very much like a ball of flesh, the digits slowly receding into the plump lump of black throbbing skin* at the end of her mutated arm.

"Ohhh yes...yes!" Shala moaned loudly as she reached her unchanged left arm to touch her transforming limb, tracing a finger across the vein strewn silky skin and gasping as she felt a surge of sexual pleasure arc through her spine. Her right 'arm' began to throb and twitch at her own touch, her mutating hand was now just a ball on the end of this rapidly changing limb, the wrist had become one with her arm and “hand”. The entire limb was one long huge tube with a disfigured swollen ball at the tip which continued to change before her eyes. A ridge began to form around what was once her hand and wrist as she saw small nudges forming around the rim, a strange aching sensation was made apparent at the tip of her odd mutating arm.

The demon looked down and saw the start of a hole forming at the tip of her limb, a small round opening at the end of her mutated arm, which slowly began to push up around a slightly extended tube. A pungent smell filled the air as a thick white liquid began to leak from the newly formed hole; slowly drizzling around Shala's mutated 'hand' and dripping into the crevices of the floor she sat upon.

"Oh gods... It's real... My arm... It's a..a.." Moaned Shala as her left hand stroked the surface of her horrifically mutated arm; though to describe it as an arm would be a gross over exaggeration.

“That’s right my dear, it’s a dick…just like you wanted…and it’s not human either. What could be more male, more powerful and more sexual than a horse….it’s what you wanted after all my dear” the demon interrupted abruptly, looking down at the spurting equine prick that jutted from Shala’s arm….or what her arm had now become.

“OHhhh god! It feels amazing…so much better than I could have….aruhhhhmmm….imagined!” Shala groaned and gasped as she moved her fingers up to the tip of her flaring dick, realising what was jutting out from her shoulder, realising she now had a huge thick drooling equine horse prick for an arm. Shala didn’t get the chance to explore her new sexual addition as she was rudely interrupted by yet another change, a powerful swelling that started to become apparent under her armpit…or perhaps now her ‘cockpit’

“I almost forgot…you’re going to need a factory to produce all of your lovely stinky male fluids” the demon giggled, as she watched Shala stroking the underside of her massive erect horse prick. The mere touch of her fingers against this demonically corrupted cockflesh forced Shala to grunt loudly as a shivering wave of ecstasy shot inside her unprepared body. She could feel a powerful throbbing underneath her prick that was centred near her ribs, but she felt something aching deeper within her torso. At first it was very subtle and she didn’t notice it right away, then as her fingers stroked up her erect horse-dick she felt it become more prominent; a powerful orgasmic sensation growing within her insides, the same sensation she would feel in her pussy but this felt much more powerful. Even more thick equine pre-cum leaked out of her wobbling dick-arm, Shala’s hand reached down and pressed her hand against a throbbing growth that had started to form beneath her horse prick arm, slowly gaining size it dragged skin and flesh down with it.

“That’s…..good, you’ll need a nice huge pair of horse balls for this prick of yours” the demon smiled as Shala stroked the growing testicles that had begun to form from her ‘armpit’. Shala could feel the pressure pulling her cock-arm upwards towards the ceiling, she was unable to help the movement of her first proper erection while her massive aching testicles which had now grown to the size of large apples, wobbled and jiggled as they grew beneath her top. The skin colouration from her thick black equine dick-arm slowly spread down to infest her beautiful unconverted testicle flesh, slowly changing the pink skin to a dark matte black; which looked even darker and equine that her prick did. Slowly she watched as the last remains of pink skin was infested and changed to thick black silky cock and ball flesh, even the skin surrounding her massive arm-dick has been changed and had disappeared under her black tank top. This left shala with a mostly normal body, but one massive erect horse-cock that started to leak pre-cum even more veraciously now; with a huge pair of growing black testicles hanging below, the surface rubbing up against the rough fabric of her outer garments. More and more her balls grew and expanded, Shala continued to rub her jutting horseprick arm as she felt the huge testicles grow even bigger. She looked down and saw that each of her testicles had become almost as large as her breasts, the fabric of her tank top strained with the newly jiggling flesh. More and more they change, bigger they grew until they were larger than her breasts, the tank top stretched with the huge massive balls before the changes ceased and Shala was left with a huge pair of black horse balls hanging from her cock arm in a loose matte black sack.

“So then my dear…..do you like your new beautiful changes?” the demon asked as Shala slowly began to stand up, her legs wobbled and shook as her huge aching horse cock spurted cum from the tip, Shala’s fingers still stroked the veiny flesh as pleasure pounded her body, making Shala almost scream in agonising pleasure. Shala bit her bottom lip as a thick spurt of her newly produced horse-cum jumped from the tip of her black arm-prick, her legs shuddering from the unexpected waves of pleasure that surged through her as she finally managed to stand up again before the demon.

“y…y..yee…..yeesss! mmmmmm…mm…more p.pplease!” shala stammered and groaned as she felt her entire body shudder, the touch of the demon was bringing her to what felt like an all body orgasm, the powerful throbbing orgasmic sensation that emanated deep inside of her became stronger; she wondered if this was a prostate, she wondered if this was how powerful a male felt before they came.

“Ohhh you want more do you? Hmmmmm....well since you asked so politely" the demon sniggered in response, raising her hand again and snapping her fingers, this time the crack seemed to be louder than before, almost echoing in Shala's head. The quivering woman could hardly contain herself with her huge cock arm, and with each passing second more and more of her thick gloopy horsecum jetted forth from her cock-arm's tip and sprayed onto the indented floor. However nothing could have prepared Shala for the overdrive of ecstasy that was soon to come, though she almost knew where her changes would occur next by the sensation of pooling heat. This strange warmth started to spread up from her arm, seeping back into her core before it moved up into her face, the sensations began to ache profusely on the right side of her face and cheek, the same side of her body that had a huge equine cock jutting from where her arm would have been.

Shala groaned as she closed her eyes and awaited the changes to flood her; the throbbing sensations began to tingle around her face and head like it had done to her arm before. Sure as the sun would rise the changes had already begun before she'd closed her eyes, the skin around the right sides of her neck, cheek, ear and head. The discolouration began to pigment around her ear and spread across to her closed right eye where they seemingly stopped before her nose. Shala opened her mouth and savoured the rare sensation of her prevented transformation, moaning loudly as she felt growing bumps grow all across the right side of her face. She panted as the noise she heard in her right ear began to muffle before a faint ringing was heard, then finally she heard nothing.

Shala opened her eyes up but she found she was only able to see through her left eye; in fact she couldn't open her right eye at all.

"Oh god....my...eye" Shala gasped as she moved her unchanged left hand over to the right side of her face, touching what felt like several bumps and a huge throbbing swollen eye. However before she could react to these changes; she felt a sparking pleasure surge through her head and neck from where she had touched the changed skin, the same orgasmic heat she felt from her arm when it had begun to change, but this time it emanated from her face and inside her chest. The very act of which caused her massive right cock-arm to spew a torrent of cum forth; and it seemed the mere touch from Shala's hand caused a similar sexual sensation to surge through her face, as if it had become this massive erogenous zone.

"Ahhh ahhhhhhhrhh!" Shala grunted and moaned loudly, pressing her fingers in response to this agonising pleasure across the lengthening lumps that spread across the right side of her head. Chunks of hair began to fall away as more of these long extending lumps pushed out from her head; each one seemed to have another smaller bulge at the base. Shala could feel the flesh pushing out, the feeling of flesh stretching and moulding like putty was orgasmic in itself; as if a pair of unholy invisible hands were shaping her skin like clay. Shala panted as she felt something pushing through her head, she screamed in fear and sexual ecstasy while she gripped her swollen eye. She felt the blunted wet tip of a horsecock jutting out from what was once her right eye socket, the powerful orgasmic heat of change and transformation pulsated within her head and skin, permeating through her skull and into her very soul. Thick streams of newly produced horse seed sprayed out from her cock eye, and Shala could only moan as another huge thick cock pushed out from her ear. The flesh fused around this new massive prick where her ear had once been, the skin melding into the shaft until there was nothing left to tell an ear even existed. Shala moaned deeply as her aching eyecock slipped out her leaking eye socket, the noise and feeling of squelching flesh against flesh was turning her on even more so, and it certainly didn’t help that more miniature horsecocks had begun to grow from random places on her face, each one dribbling thick equine pre over her skin and onto the floor.

"Yyyyeeeasss...oohhhyeess!!" Shala screamed in ecstasy as she felt her several face cocks shudder and climax at once, her entire body shaking violently as her fingers rubbed across the fusing flesh of her eyelids and cock. She felt a pulsating throbbing sensations all over her face as large testicles began to form under each thick spurting black horsecock just like her arm had before, which began producing even more semen for her to exude from her jutting shuddering face-pricks. Her mind was totally unprepared for the coming feeling, and she didn't even scream as a blustering wave of power and unknown alien male pleasure hit her like a truck.

With her mouth wide open and the right side of her face now just a cluster of short fat Cumming horsecocks she raised her right arm prick into the air and shuddered. An orgasm more powerful than she had ever felt rocked her entire body, orgasmic sensation emanating from her chest, pussy and head rocked her mind and distorted her perception of time itself. Huge volumes of cum spurted out from her facial cocks and arm prick all at once, spraying it over the floor and a little splattered on the demon who, for the whole time; simply smiled in pleasure at watching this human become even more corrupted before her ancient eyes.

Though Unknown to Shala she was too occupied with her own changes to notice the demon, and what was happening with her. The amount of energy that Shala was exuding in her lust hazed orgasm wasn't just physical, there was a font of magical energy pouring out from her. The demon simply stood in front of Shala and smiled, small extra nipples developing on her belly while two small stubby horns had begun to push their way out of her skull, slowly extending outwards and gaining length with a steady pace. All the while the bright feline eyes watched and savoured the screams and moans of pleasure that Shala provided, along with the delicious magical energy her insatiable lust produced.

Shala finally felt the last spurts of her equine cum leak from every single one of her cocks, which drizzled over her chest, legs and body with think gloopy cum. Her trousers and black tank top were both drenched in her sticky seed and sweat and she could feel her newly produced male horse-seed seeping into her skin. More of her fluids had leaked into the cracks that made up the floor beneath her, and slowly trickled down towards the centre 'bowl' where the demon stood.

Just before Shala was certain her changes were over she felt more powerful energy slowly pooling around the middle of her face, she grunted as the still erect arm and facial cocks began to throb in anticipation again, even after her powerful orgasm they were ready to cum in a matter of seconds. She reached her fingers up past her trembling lips as she felt an oozing sensation from her nose. At first she suspected a nosebleed from the stress and power of her transformation, but she was shocked and delighted to find it was thick gloopy cum that was leaking from her nostrils. Cum dribbled over her lip and she closed her eye in bliss and began to lick them, tasting her corrupted spunk as her nose began to throb and change. Her moans began to sound stranger as her nose extended downwards, the skin colouration changing rapidly to a dark matte black as her trunk like nose grew ever longer. She felt the sensation of blood pumping into her nose, and as she licked her lips she felt it pull upwards towards the sky to join her aching facial pricks. She opened her eye and moaned in a pleasurable realisation as she saw a huge veiny throbbing prick before her eye. She watched as the growing nose dick gained length and extended up to join her eye cock and her multitude of other spurting dicks.

The poor changing girl could only groan as she felt her nostrils slowly fuse together at the end of her trunk like cock nose, slowly cum spurted out from the tip and dribbled down onto her face and mouth. Then she felt something that she almost longed for, the familiar swelling sensation that began to make itself present in her top lip. She groaned loudly as weight started to become present and two large round testicles pushed out from the skin, and her hands could not help but trace up her lips to feel the sagging ball sack that began to drape over her top lip. A powerful sensation of pleasure sparked through her sensitive testicles and she immediately closed her eye as she felt another even more powerful rocking orgasm pound her face and arm. More corrupted horsecum sprayed out from her face, nose and eye cocks, while her massive stallion arm prick shook with power and aching pleasure, spraying her seed over the floor and over her already soaked body. She stumbled on her feet as she felt weak and fell down to one knee, moaning past a huge pair of balls that sagged over her lips, occasionally she would lick the surface and groan at the feeling of a mouth against one set of many testicles.

"So then Shala...I take it that you’re enjoying yourself?" The demon asked with a slightly devious laugh as she stared down poor muted female woman kneeling on the floor. Shala couldn't find the strength to speak and merely nodded her head, panting while feeling her multiple face cocks leaking more of her cum, the thick heavy ball sacks that littered her face throbbed and pulsated as they rapidly produced more of her horse seed to fuel her corrupted and changing fire. Slowly she moaned and grunted as she pushed herself back up onto two feet, wobbling as the lack of her right arm made if somewhat difficult to balance correctly; never-the-less she managed to regain her balance before the demon.

"Mmm well you’re looking so nice already it'd be a shame to stop…wouldn't it my dear?" The demon said with a wicked undertone, waving her hand in the air in a suggestive manner, her own transformation seemed to be occurring slower now that Shala had a moment to breath.

"Yyyyeess....mm...more" moaned Shala in a half breath, looking across at the demon and her changes, eyeing her growing multiple breasts, she even saw small amounts of fur growing around her cheeks and crotch.

The demon said nothing and simply snapped her fingers once again, this time the energy that was felt was far...far stronger than before. Shala yet again didn't prepare herself for the oncoming sensations and almost fell right into another orgasm; the heat that had pooled around her head now began to pool down into her body, moving down into both of her legs. She expected the changes to happen just to her legs but she was pleasantly surprised when she felt prodding pleasure pushing out from the back and front of her cum drenched shirt.

"Urhhh...ohhh god!" Shala moaned as her voice trailed into a pleasure induced scream at the feeling of sensitive flesh poking at the wet rough under material of her tank top. She looked down to see her nipples pressing out profusely but also several other larger points that seemed to be wriggling under her clothing.

Shala gasped as pressure began to build behind her tank top, she groaned out loud and then screamed in surprising ecstasy as she began to feel multiple points of pleasure and pressure from her back. The changes were sudden and rapid, almost frantic and violent in their speed and untold power. She felt her shirt becoming taught and tight, the fabric stretched and began to rip as multiple points began pushing out from her back. Shala could only feel orgasmic head centred on multiple areas and finally she felt the pressure suddenly cease. The shirt could take no more and tore open several holes, and through these holes the tips of even more thick black equine pricks jutted out. Shala arched her back and screamed as her face cocks ejaculated again, her back now brimming with even more equine dicks. They grew longer and heavier, huge testicles throbbing and aching as they began to pull down against her skin. Cum sprayed out violently from her growing back cocks, the holes in the fabric tightly squeezed the base of each and every prick, acting like a crude cock-ring for each massive prick. Shala felt the changes from her back die down, though she could still feel more pricks slowly growing out from the warping skin, even more testicles dragging the loose skin down into wonderful heavy horse balls.

Shala looked down towards her legs where she felt the bulk of that wonderful orgasmic heat move to, her knees already began to wobble and feel quite weak and she could sense that they had started to throb and ache in a similar fashion as her now horribly mutated arm had done not moments ago. She looked down past her writhing chest and breasts she could see and feel her upper and lower legs pressing hard against the fabric of her trousers. At this moment she felt her boot straining while blood rushed down her changing limbs, her eye bulging at the rapidly expanding flesh before her. Shala grunted as she began to wobble on her feet; pressure began to build in both her feet and legs as the heat and throbbing aching pulsated through her limbs. She watched as the thickness of her legs only seemed to be increasing while one of her boots slowly began to feel tight against her ankle. 

“URhh ooh….ArhhhH!!!” Shala grunted and screamed out loud in shock as she felt her legs suddenly lock, her knees seemed to suddenly fuse into place and she felt herself falling back. She grunted in pain as she fell backwards onto the floor, her ass taking the brunt of the fall as a sharp pain shot through her rump. She grunted and looked up and felt her throbbing cocks wobble as she fell over, each one spraying cum at the sudden shock of stimulation. Shala felt the wave of pleasure shoot through her again as more cum sprayed from her corrupted horse dicks, and suddenly the pain seemed to fade away from her rear. She looked down and gasped as she saw that her right boot had loosened in the fall and was being pushed off her foot by swelling flesh; while the other was suborn and remained firmly implanted on her swelling mutating foot.

Shala looked down past her wriggling tank top and thickening legs to see her left boot fall off her foot, her exposed skin glistening in the dancing torchlight. It was only upon further inspection she saw that her foot was even more far gone into the change than she could have imagined. Her skin was no longer the savoury pink it once was, instead the colouration had been replaced with a shiny silky black, the toes of her feet appeared to be twitching and merging together. Shala groaned and gasped at the sight of her right foot changing before her eyes, her facial dicks and arm cock leaking her heavy thick horsecum at the sight and arousal of her wonderfully perverted transformation. She was beholden to her own devolution into something simple, something utterly basic and primal, yet she couldn’t help but love it.

The once well-defined toes she possessed slowly merged together, the fingernails began to pull into her flesh as the mass was absorbed by the cells and changed into more matter to be added to her aching additions. She felt a rushing sensation flowing through her right leg which still throbbed under her trousers, the fabric of which was tight against the skin now and there was no more room to grow into. An aching sensation tingled Shala’s through merged foot as a small opening began to form at the sole of her foot, leaking and producing a sweet smelling white liquid; the demon knew all too well what this was; however Shala could only feel her leaking cum, but could not see it yet. She had only the sensations to go off as she begged for more changes to occur, and in the back of her mind she knew what was going to happen next, as she had imagined it so many times before while pleasuring herself.