Brandon groaned mentally from the back of a tour group as he walked behind a crowd of at least ten people, but not so far in the back that he was separate from the rest of them. He wore a light blue shirt, blue jeans, and glasses. He had short black hair, and a small blue backpack with him as he walked along with a tour guide, and a group of people. He had saved up quite some money to go on an expedition, although he was hardly the kind of person that could be deemed physically fit and able to go out and explore ancient ruins by himself, so he was stuck with a tour guide and a group of people. Not to mention, so much of the world had been explored already, that exploring ruins of any sort that humans hadn't touched was a near impossibility. The small group was excited for touring ancient ruins, however Brandon was anything but. He liked the idea of seeing treasures, he was a fan of museums, but the ancient ruins he was exploring with the group made it feel more like a tour of a museum instead of ancient mysterious ruins.

Brandon wanted to go on his own adventure and find treasures, or at least things humans hadn't discovered before. Instead, the tour group was taken to fake treasure where they could take photos and selfies of themselves finding plastic gold and trinkets. What valuables were in the ancient ruins had been removed to a museum, which the tour was going to go to after the ruins. The tour also took place outside of his home country, underground in a cave. 
The cavern was incredibly well lit with lanterns lit up every few feet, and a path so smooth that it was handicap accessible, including an elevator at the entrance and exit that went up and down. There were even bathrooms, and while Brandon didn't see it at the end, he heard that there was a gift shop at the same location the exit elevator was located. Of course, there were stairs too, but the stairs were reserved for employees only, or when the power went out.

The tour guide wore a stereotypical explorer's outfit. She had blonde pigtails, as well as a shaded khaki hat with a t-shirt that had tons of pockets, and shorts. She had black shoes, and socks that went up to her thighs. The rest of the tour group was largely a group of people that Brandon had barely paid attention to, but the tour guide with her blonde hair and blue eyes, as well as her large chest made sure to stand out from the crowd. "It is unknown exactly who this tribe worshipped, but scientists believe it to be none other than Anubis. Many claim him to be the Egyptian god of death, but he had many other roles to play back in those ancient times."

Brandon looked at the artwork on the cavern walls with disinterest. The drawings looked as if they were made with chalk, and they were barely faded, possibly restored, or just faked. They said this was going to be an adventure of a lifetime, one you'd never forget. We're in the desert underground, it's barely even hot enough to call this place a desert. He thought to himself. He walked behind most of the group and watched as they listened to the tour guide.

Brandon paused as he noticed a path that said "EMPLOYEES ONLY. DO NOT ENTER." with only a single yellow chain protecting it. The pathway looked as if it led down to darkness, with fewer lights illuminating the way. Screw it. Worst case scenario they kick me off the tour group, and at this point I'd welcome a change of pace. He watched as the rest of the group turned, but just as the small group turned, and the tour guide was distracted and led the way forward, Brandon traced his steps back to the employee only area to get a closer look. The pathway was far more designed to look like a cavern. The walls were unfinished, the ceiling had support beams, and little else, while the walkway was very rough and lacked any sort of visible pathing. "That's the kind of cave I'm talking about." Brandon said quietly with a nod. He stepped over the small chain, and made his way down the employee only area.

Brandon felt like a much better explorer down this new pathway. It was true that people likely, well, definitely had explored this area recently, but not nearly as much as the ones the tour guide was taking people on. "Just think of the possibilities of unexplored treasure." He glanced around with barely enough light to illuminate his path. He paused when he noticed there was a small hole at the side, just barely up against the wall. The hole was pitch black, but visible to pick up thanks to the lightning. Brandon glanced down the hole curiously, wondering if anyone had explored down there yet. I'm kind of tempted...if I get hurt, someone will be able to get to me eventually. This isn't THAT far away from society. Brandon thought to himself. With a deep breath, he put his hands against the edge of the hole, but he was hesitant to go down more. Going away from the tour guide and to a closed off area was one thing. Brandon knew he would be discovered in this area he was in eventually, regardless if he'd get into trouble or not. If the hole was TOO deep though, then even if someone could hear him, odds were he'd get seriously injured, and that was something he had no desire to experience.

Suddenly the ground gave way. The hole opened up larger very quickly, and as it did, it took Brandon down the hole before he could step back. Brandon slipped down the hole, and he slid down along the dirt as if it were some sort of crazy waterslide. The soil around him was just soft enough that it didn't rip through his clothing, but it also angled downwards in a way that made gripping and stopping incredibly difficult. The last part of the drop angled more horizontally to make the fall easier, but Brandon had likely fallen a good twenty feet, if not more before he finally stopped. His backpack fell down with him, and with its zipper, the contents weren't emptied, though it made the ride a bit rougher on his back.

Brandon landed on solid ground with a hard thud and grunt. Thanks to the angle that he had fallen at the very end, it didn't hurt as much as it could have, but it still felt as if he had gone down a rough slide, and his back hurt, as well as his ankles. The back of his shirt was covered in brown and black stains that would not be able to wash off, and now Brandon was in complete darkness. Brandon checked to make sure he wasn't bleeding. He rubbed his hands over himself, and spent a few more seconds rubbing his back to help dull the pain. Once he made sure he was alright, he let out a sigh. At least nobody has explored THIS part of the cave yet. He thought to himself, but now he felt a bit afraid. He knew going back was going to be extremely difficult, if not impossible. He reached for his pockets, and he felt his cell phone with him, and smiled slightly. "There will be reception here, definitely. I can just call them for help, as soon as I'm done sightseeing." Deep down, he thought about contacting someone now could help, and how he might have been in danger, but he didn't think too much about that. He knew he was in a part of the country where the biggest danger was heat and scorpions, neither of which would be underground.

Brandon used the light on his phone to illuminate the path ahead of him. He noticed the cave was just slightly less dug out than the one he was just in that had the tour. It was big enough for him to walk through without crouching, but the path got narrower than normal, and he had to watch where he stepped as there were some very sharp rocks on the ground, along with small holes. Brandon knew there would not be any wild animals, but he didn't want to fall even deeper, or end up injuring himself on sharp rocks. Brandon continued to walk forward, and then he paused as the pathway suddenly opened up into a much larger cavern, one Brandon could not believe the excavation crew had dug out. It looked more like the larger cavern had been around for thousands of years.

This larger cavern had a massive blue illumination around it. It looked almost like a city of sorts, with the stone walls and buildings being made of the same material the cave was made out of. Most of the buildings were two stories tall at the most, but they were plentiful. The walkway, while not made out of any new material, was much smoother to walk on. The blue illumination came from mushrooms that littered the cave. In the center of this town stood what appeared to be a massive temple.

Brandon couldn't believe his eyes. THESE were the kind of things that the tour guide should have been showing, not some lame cavern paintings and history that could be second guessed because there was no proof of it besides artifacts that were no longer even around. "Why would they keep something like this hidden away from people?" He mumbled. Part of him thought there might have been something unsafe about this place, but perhaps it was because there was no way out, at least a way that Brandon knew. He thought that surely there must have been SOME sort of exploration team down here, yet everywhere he looked with the cell phone to help light up his path, he found no trace of recent human activity.

Brandon walked along the path, and looked at the various structures. Each house was built in a square shape with a few holes cut out into rectangles to serve as windows or doors. He could make out there was cloth over some doors and windows, but time had eaten away at much of the fabric. Brandon couldn't keep his eyes off of the temple however. It was as if something called him to explore that large building. There was no entryway on the ground floor, but there was a staircase that went up to the top. Brandon must have guessed the temple was a good four stories tall. With a small shrug, he walked his way up the stairs. He was already going to get in trouble for leaving the tour group into a restricted area, he may as well take full advantage of looking around.

The staircase was a good fifty steps up of narrow steps that Brandon took. When he made it to the top, he noticed there was a pedestal, but nothing stood on top of it. He figured that, if there was anything of any sort of value, it was probably already claimed. He wasn't expecting to find any valuable trinkets or anything of the sort either way, but he couldn't help but take pictures of the scenery with his phone. He had no plans to share the pictures, but he could at least put them on his 'cloud' profile online. "If I'm going to get in trouble for being in here, may as well do what nobody's done here before." He told himself.

Brandon looked around behind his glasses at the scenery, and then at the pedestal in front of him. While he saw nothing of value on the pedestal, he noticed the bottom of the pedestal looked off. The pedestal just looked as if it had been risen upwards and could be pushed back down. "Odd..." It looked almost as if there had been something on the pedestal, and picking it up activated a trap of sorts, although with such logic, the trap must have already been activated. "I'm sure they inspected the hell out of this place and figured it was safe." He chuckled. "Maybe I can sue them if not." He added, though jokingly. He knew the contract he signed didn't hold the company that did the tours responsible for any harm one might get. Brandon pushed down on the pedestal curiously, and while he had to apply some force, the pedestal pushed down a few inches. The pedestal lowered with ease at just a hint of pressure.

All it took was those few inches in order for the panel below Brandon to suddenly give way. With nothing to stand on, and the opening being as unexpected as it was, Brandon fell down into the temple. The pedestal reset itself with Brandon no longer applying force, and as it did, it sealed the way Brandon fell down.

"AH!" Brandon was both afraid of the sudden drop, and now the darkness. He could feel his body catch multiple cobwebs as he fell down the tunnel before the tunnel caught into a slide again and dropped him down, but it was hard to make out how wide the drop was, as it was pitch black for the fall down, and even when he landed at the very bottom. All he knew was the landing was rock hard, but he at least managed to hold onto his phone through the drop.

Brandon hit the ground with a hard thud. He was in total darkness, but he felt a twinge of pain on his rear, right where he landed. He rubbed the spot with a groan. He was about to turn on the phone to illuminate the area, but he found it didn't need to be lit up, if only because of one obvious thing in the new chamber.

The chamber was mostly dark with the exception of a golden glow from a scepter that sat atop its own pedestal. The scepter's design was hard to pinpoint what exactly it looked like, although the very top of it looked as if it had the symbol of a bat on it, but no other markings or words on it.

"You would think they would have discovered this..." Brandon quickly no longer cared that he had cobwebs all over his feet and shoulders. The scepter in front of him glowed with enough illumination to light up the entire room. The rest of the room looked as if it were something out of Egypt with pictures and ancient words that Brandon couldn't focus on, he could only keep his eyes on the glowing rod. Slowly, Brandon stood up and made his way over to the rod.

Brandon's eyes glanced around briefly, but not once did the rod leave his sight. He made his way right up to the rod, and gave it a close look. "It looks like gold of some sort..." he said to himself. He could have only concluded that nobody had discovered this room, but it made him wonder how nobody could have figured it out, the puzzle wasn't that complicated to solve.

Brandon grabbed onto the rod, and then he gave it a pull. The rod quickly came free from its pedestal, but only moments after Brandon pulled it free, he mentally swore at himself for not checking for any sort of traps. Maybe it was luck though, or maybe it was something else, because a trap simply did not trigger after Brandon pulled the rod free.

Brandon stared down at the rod with disinterest. He raised it up, and carefully studied it. The rod was roughly as tall as he was, but aside from the bat symbol on top, there was no distinctive markings he could make out. "I mean...this looks almost like something someone could make in their garage, given enough free time. The material alone must make it worth SOMETHING." He wasn't sure how he was going to get it out though, much less, how he was going to get out without help. With a small sigh, Brandon started to unlock his cell phone to call the police to get rescued.

Then, he paused. Brandon's fingertips gripped onto the rod tighter, and he bent down onto his knees, easily moving the rod horizontally. His other hand gripped onto the cell phone almost instinctively. 
He couldn't explain what was happening to him in great detail. It just felt as if there was an electrical surge that rushed from the rod, and inside of his body. It made his muscles clench bot the rod, and the phone. Brandon closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth as the surge continued. It wasn't enough to be painful, but the shock felt like it was restricting his muscles, and it made him unable to move at all. He could feel his hair stand up on ends from the sensations.

The rod's glow intensified, as did the shock. A hint of the glow moved into Brandon's body from the rod, bit by bit. The glow started to surround Brandon, and it gave him a feeling of warmth, comfort, and oddly, arousal. There were quite a few other things that were filling his body as well, and while it didn't look as if he was physically changing, there was definitely something going on about him that Brandon could sense, but he couldn't open his eyes, much less move any other part of his body to tell what was going on.

Brandon just couldn't release his grip on the rod as he felt strange things happening to him. He opened up his dark brown eyes one by one, and kept his teeth firmly against each other as he stared at the golden rod, and the glow that surrounded both it, and his body.

The sensation of shock slowly faded, and Brandon slowly recovered, but he still couldn't let go of the golden rod. It wasn't that his muscles forcefully clenched around it, it just felt as if his own body wanted to hold it, as if it were some sort of odd instinct. Brandon stared down at the rod, and then he looked around the room he was in. "Okay...maybe I can find my own way out of here with this." He knew that, had he been found, whoever found him would have declared the rod the property of the dig site instead of his. While he would have normally been at least happy to take part of the credit, part of him felt...greedy to want to keep the rod. It was a sensation he just couldn't explain. He held onto the rod, and it gave him a sense of power he hadn't felt before. The glow surrounded both it, and him, but he failed to notice it. "If I'm going to be stuck here, I may as well study the walls in the meantime." He had brought food and water in case he needed it, so starvation was the least of his worries. The building he was in, as well as the entire stone town looked as if it had been up for centuries too, so he doubted it would collapse as well.

Brandon glanced down at his phone that he still held onto, and stared as the screen was black. The shock hadn't destroyed his phone, it just simply timed out during that shock. With a grimace, he put the phone away. He no longer needed it to light up the area as the rod now glowed brightly.

Brandon carried the rod over to the stone wall, and let the glow illuminate it. He could make out what looked like hieroglyphics, except he knew it wasn't Egypt. The wording was still hard for him to make out. He placed a lone finger on the wall, and tried his best, but after a minute, he just gave up, rolled his eyes, and turned to another wall.

The next wall had one large image of what appeared to be a jackal from the side point of view. The jackal had a cup, and the liquid in the cup looked to be drawn of faded red. There were servants wearing nothing but white bottoms that kneeled down to the jackal, and that very jackal held the same rod that Brandon currently was holding onto. "Odd...a representation of who owned it?" He said out loud. He didn't study that much on ancient text or drawings. He also very much doubted the person who owned the rod before was a female jackal, but he had to admit, the drawings on the wall were very good. He looked closer at the jackal, and noticed the jackal had very large sharp fangs, massive ears, and the nose looked a little off. Of course the jackal was drawn on a mural, so it was easy to draw it incorrectly, especially if that head was just a mask of sorts, or a representation of what the person underneath that mask was like.

Brandon turned to the other wall to see the jackal was absolutely massive, bigger than the planet itself. Half of the planet was drawn on the lower part of the wall, and the jackal had her hands grasped around it. "World domination." Brandon chuckled. "A huge thing to strive for, and I know THAT hasn't happened." He recalled that sometimes hieroglyphics tried to determine the future, but was either vague and somehow proved correctly because of it, or were so far off they would never come true. Brandon knew this must have been the latter.

The third wall had more writing, though as Brandon held onto the staff, he could feel as if something were being transferred from the staff, and into his body. He couldn't figure out what exactly, but as he looked as the new writing, he squinted his eyes. "She... is... the... de...struction... of... mankind." He read the words, little by little. He amazed even himself at his ability to comprehend the language of something he had never even studied before.

Brandon took another step, but his own body felt strange to walk in, almost as if his two feet were alien. He looked down at his slightly chubby stomach, and froze.
Brandon's breast was growing out. At first Brandon had dismissed the thought as just so much weight on him that he had a pair of infamous 'man boobs', but these tits that were growing were undeniably far more suited for a woman than they were a man. On top of that, they were growing out beyond his stomach, and they began to put a strain on his blue t-shirt. "W-what's happening to me?" he said to himself, and grimaced as he looked onto the rod he continued to hold. He knew not exactly was going on with his body, but he had a strong sensation that it must have been the rod's doing. He stared at the bat-tipped handle, and tried to release his grasp, but his fingers didn't cooperate with him. He held the rod out as far away in front of him as he could, although his chest had grown so much that he could feel his elbows squeeze his newly grown boobs which sent waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Brandon lowered his arms underneath his growing boobs to keep the rod away from his body, but it did little to help. His shirt stretched and strained. He could just barely make out the tops of his newly grown chest as his shirt fabric slowly ripped apart. He shakily let go of the rod with one hand, and dipped a finger through the torn fabric, and onto the top of his newly grown breast. He gasped as he felt the very top of it, and he could feel his heart pump as his shaft slowly grew aroused. The changes to his body only caused discomfort because his clothes became uncomfortable to wear, yet he didn't want to take them off. "S-stop...stop growing." He said quietly.
Deep down though, part of him wanted it to continue. He felt a power swell within him the more he changed. This power, whatever it might have been, made him feel so GOOD inside.

There was a sudden tear as Brandon's shirt ripped clean from his body. Brandon's shirt didn't just rip from his top however, it tore into thousands of pieces, and as those pieces fluttered away from him, they vanished like sand blown in the wind. Brandon, now topless, showed off his newly grown chest, well beyond a C cup, and complete with dark brown nipples, a color that only somewhat suited his tan skin.

Brandon held onto the rod as his knees quaked. He felt as if he were holding onto the rod for support. He leaned down far enough that his glasses fell from his face, though as he went to recover them, he noticed that his eyes seemed to be just fine without them. In fact, he could see even better without those glasses, and much more in the darkness too. Brandon's eyes fixated on the writing on the wall as he felt the power continue to surge through his body. "A mortal body...twisted and turned...to become the beast they will soon yearn." He said as if he had studied the language on the wall as a second language. There was much more writing than that, although Brandon felt another strange surge of energy rush through his body before he had the chance to read it.

Brandon looked down at his pants, shoes, and socks. The only parts of his clothing that remained on him. The clothes had a feeling of, not tightness, but general discomfort. He gripped onto the rod tightly, and with a surge of energy, the rest of his clothes suddenly burst from his body and left him completely naked, including with a now very visible erection between his legs.

Brandon couldn't believe it. He had tits, but the lower half of his body hadn't changed at all. He had just...destroyed his clothing with a mere thought, and a surge of power that flowed through him like blood, and continued to strengthen the longer he held onto the golden rod. "If just a mere thought did that after barely holding onto this, imagine what I could do with so much more power!" He slowly smiled as he turned to see the picture of the jackal with her hands around the planet. "World domination, to make the whole world serve me." He paused momentarily. Brandon wasn't an evil person at heart. He had no idea where the thoughts of using power for evil came from. If he truly was getting such powers, he thought maybe he could use them for good. He could use them to solve world hunger.

Then, Brandon thought about what other people might have done with the exact same power. He thought about the government, officials, and police officers. Yes, there were genuinely good people amongst the bunch, but many of them worked for their own selfish desires, mostly for money. Brandon grimaced as he looked at the rod's head, and then down at his new tits. "No...not everyone deserves to live in paradise and happiness." He told himself. "Some people deserve to be crushed underneath my very paws." He spoke without even second guessing when he mentioned paws. "They should prove their worthiness to me, and then I can decide what to do with them." A smile crept across his face. He stroked the top of the staff with one hand as his cock throbbed, and his newly grown tits brushed against the top of his stomach. "Mph, yes...the corrupt and wicked shall pay, but the divine will prosper. It's not evil if I'm doing justice to those that deserve done to them."

Brandon's hands began to take on a dark glow as they turned a blackish color, including his nails. Brandon felt his wrist with his other hand, and he felt very fine fur that was so fine that it almost resembled skin. The fur was smooth to the touch, and it felt good to stroke. "That shouldn't belong on a human." He said out loud with a slightly worried tone, but then that small smile returned. "But if I'm becoming something BETTER than a human...humans are pretty weak fragile creatures, eventually reaching a point when they must no longer exist on this planet...but a goddess...she lives forever."

Brandon hadn't even considered how he called a goddess living forever, and how he made such a comparison to himself. He looked at his dark hands, and with one hand, he reached back and gave his ass a gentle pinch. He felt his cock twitch happily at that, and quickly he moved his hand to the rod to hold it for support. "Oh that feels so GOOD!"

Brandon's rear was redder than the rest of his pale skinned body, but he didn't care. He felt such a huge amount of power and pleasure in him that he was getting into the changes the longer it went on. Yet, despite the amount of pleasure that surged through his body, his erect shaft just couldn't quite orgasm. He felt a growing pressure between his legs, but nothing could just come out. Part of him was worried about the changes with how unnatural they were, but at the same time, he enjoyed being changed. He looked down at his cell phone and wallet that had dropped from him, and with a wicked grin, he raised up his rod, and smashed it onto the cell phone to shatter it into pieces without a second thought.

Only once Brandon had shattered his cell phone, he had a brief moment of self-realization. The changes that flowed throughout his body still felt so incredibly pleasurable, but he had just broken one key thing that could have helped him escape. "What...what am I doing?" he mumbled to himself. Shattering things I own. That isn't helping people at all! He thought, although another wave of pleasure made him shudder. He couldn't explain it. It felt as if a thousand hands massaged his body, and he had to hold the golden rod to contain his pleasure.

Brandon recovered enough to focus, and then he looked down to his wallet. He was a bit of a nerd. His wallet had a picture of a video game character on it, though the more Brandon looked at the character, the harder it was for him to even remember who that character was. An elf in green clothing of some sort, it mattered little to him. Curiously however, he bent down, and picked up the wallet. He didn't bend his knees as he bent. Had someone else been there, he would be giving them a full view of his plumping ass. He opened up the wallet with one hand, and glanced inside. He could see a credit card, a few other miscellaneous cards, and he could see his driver's license. Brandon stared hard at the picture. "Hm...I never take a good picture of myself. Still, I want there to be something to compare my current body to." He looked down at his large tits, tits that a normal person should have been terrified to have when they didn't have them before. Brandon though, with the power he felt, and strange feelings in his body, he just smiled down at them.

"Actually..." Brandon dropped the wallet, and turned to one of the four walls, and he held onto the rod. He felt such amount of strength within him that he should have been able to get what he wanted without hesitation. He held the rod further out from his body, and gave the ground a firm tap. A golden beam suddenly shot out from the rod, and hit the same wall the mural was at with the jackal that had her hands over the planet. The beam faded, and there was a full length circular mirror that measured a good seven feet around, big enough for Brandon to see his body.

Brandon's body looked mostly the same with very subtle differences, with the exception of course, of the tits and his slightly blackened arms. Brandon smiled as he gave his ass another squeeze in the mirror, and he felt his shaft throb and pulse excitedly. "Heh...it's such an excited little thing. As it should be, all should be thrilled to be in my presence." He said to himself with a sense of ego he didn't even knew he had. He gave his tits a squeeze, and his legs buckled slightly as he felt another sense of pleasure. Something in the back of Brandon's head told him that this was wrong. That it was very wrong. Yet, he couldn't stop his body.

"And yet...this body could look SO much more appealing." Brandon looked at his driver's license again, and he tossed the wallet aside. He hated how nerdy he looked. He created a mirror out of nothing, he could surely change his own body. He looked at himself and his tits, as well as his darkened hands. "Hm...What kind of body would I want to give myself?" He looked up at the jackal, and grinned. "As if it's fate, right?" he asked the image. He knew very well he wasn't going to get an answer, for he was alone in that chamber.

Brandon focused his power on himself. He could feel the golden glow swirl around his body, but it mostly focused on his waist and ass. Brandon was slightly chubby with a gut to prove it. While he was nowhere near obese, he was average at best. That stomach of Brandon's slowly moved inward as he rapidly shed pounds, but his ass grew outwards to regain some of those pounds lost. A very small black stubby tail also popped out as his spine extended slightly. Brandon thought to himself that he wanted to be more than human. He wanted to be a symbol of strength and power, something humans just couldn't show very well.

The rest of Brandon's crotch also blackened as fine fur grew on his thighs, both back and front. His erect cock however, while it turned black, did not grow fur, or anything for that sort of matter. In fact, Brandon's very shaft began to recede a few inches into him. His testicles were well hidden underneath his growing thighs, but they too shrank towards his body. A normal man would have panicked at the sheer thought of losing their cock and balls, but Brandon's mind had been tainted. Male sex organs had weaknesses, and that was something Brandon's new mindset simply could not tolerate. Brandon needed strength, he needed power, and he very much wanted sex appeal. A large cock could have been sex appeal to some people, but at the same time, a womanly body was also majorly appealing to so many people, especially Brandon's mindset.

"Heh...who needs a male orgasm, when a female can do it so much more often." He said to himself with a chuckle. Sex wasn't the only thing he would want of course. He could get worshippers to grant him such things any time. He imagined himself living like a stereotypical Egyptian being of power lived. He saw himself as that female jackal on a lounge chair being fed food, and being given a warm red drink. He imagined it dribbling down the sides of his cheek as the warm, somewhat salty taste hit his tongue.

Brandon's thoughts paused as he saw that warm drink in his mind, and tasted it on his lips. Normally, drinks would be cold, not warm, and not so red either. Is that... Brandon thought again, and then he came to the realization that he imagined himself drinking, not normal wine or water, but blood, and the thought seemed oddly delicious. To feed on the very essence of life seemed to appeal to Brandon for thoughts not even he could figure out. "The blood of humans...not the tastiest, but the easiest way to feed...me?" he said to himself. The image of himself drinking blood felt moderately disturbing, and brought him slightly more back to his senses. He knew he wasn't a vampire, so he had no idea why the thought of blood appeased him so.

Brandon could not get the thought out of his head, but the more he thought about it, the more right it felt to a part of him that grew stronger with the idea of humans giving their very essence to Brandon, the very most that they could offer to him. Of course wine and grapes, along with so much other food would very much suffice, but to feed on what humans needed to live, the very thought aroused Brandon. "Yes," he closed his eyes. "I understand it now."

Brandon took a deep breath before he reopened his eyes, and looked at his body once again. His waist was smaller, and it looked like it fit much better on a slim woman than it did a male. His ass was more plump, and his thighs were fairly thick. "I can still be less human than this." He said to himself. He straightened himself out, and looked down to his smaller shaft with a grin on his face. The glow around his body spread the black fur up and down his torso and legs, while one of his hands lost all of its human nails. Sharp black claws quickly grew in to replace those nails however. The exact same process happened to Brandon's other arm, and he looked down at his new hands happily. "Powerful claws, capable of cutting some of the strongest material made by man."

Brandon began to realize that there was something strange. Of course his body transforming was strange, but there had to have been more to it. He had a feeling he had made some changes, but many of the changes, especially the thirst for blood, were not of his own. "What is going on here?" Brandon asked out loud. "Who else is doing this?!"

Once Brandon's echo faded, silence filled the air.

Brandon scowled. He knew he had a sense of power and strength that filled his body, these changes he loved. He did not mind becoming a woman, which in of itself felt off to him, but at the same time, he wasn't going to raise a question about that. There had to be an outside force that was influencing him however, and that is what he hated. It wasn't just because he was being transformed, but because the strength and ego he developed told him that he should be the one transforming himself, not others. Brandon tapped the rod onto the ground, and closed his brown eyes. He reopened his eyes, which were now tinted red, and with a magic that allowed him to see sights that humans were not supposed to see. It was then that Brandon realized what was going on.

Brandon's new sight allowed him to see hands that floated around his body. He couldn't feel these hands, but he knew they left a trace on him physically as they altered his body. The hands were a combination of black and blood red and left an odd smoke appearance. Normally, Brandon would have no idea what these things were, and he'd panic, but with the new mindset Brandon had been developing, he almost instinctively knew what these hands were, and what they were doing. "Servants, why did you not inform me you were altering me before?!"

"You would not have approved." A voice responded in a ghastly tone, one that sounded as if they were partially underwater. "Humans panic and run, we did not want you to do this until we knew you would accept us, and your new body."

Brandon could hear the voice, but he could not see where the voice came from. All he could see were the hands of the spirits that almost looked like paws of sorts, not one head, not one torso, just long hands that massaged his body. "This...is true." He said quietly under his breath. He knew he should have been more panicked than he thought with the hands around his body that he couldn't feel, but deep down, he knew those hands had the best of intentions to create the best body for him. "Mph...You can't make this feel any better for me?"

"We can make it more pleasurable than any mortal should be allowed to feel." The voices responded. "But..."

"Is your goddess not deserving of such things?" Brandon grit his teeth in a grimace and a scowl. His very sharp claws wrapped around the palm of his hand, and gently scratched the surface of his fur covered palm. 

"S-she is." The ghostly hands replied nervously. "But until she has the goddess body, we are not sure..."

"Do it." Brandon brushed his hands along his body. Fur covered his torso from front to back, and all over his chest. It spread down his thighs too, and slowly went down to his knees. "I want to feel what a goddess SHOULD feel."

The hands didn't hesitate. The amount of pleasure that surged through Brandon's body gradually escalated from the hands, and he let out a happy moan, one that increased in pitch as the changes went to his neck. "Mph, fuck yes." His erection stayed, but despite the amazing sensations he felt from the hands, it just couldn't cum. His testicles, part in thanks to the hands that revealed themselves, were pushed into Brandon's body as they blackened darker than the fur on his skin. He still had his shaft, but it was a pathetic size by most any standards of shaft size, an inch or two long at the most. Brandon didn't seem to care about the size of his shaft, but he did notice that there was a much bigger amount of pleasure felt when it was touched compared to the rest of his body. Brandon held onto the rod with both hands, leaned down, and brushed it up against his shrinking shaft. His body trembled in pleasure as he felt the smooth rod slide on his shaft. Hints of seed, the bits left of his manhood, spurt out onto the rod as he gently slid the shaft. "Fuck it's cold, but it's so damn good."

Brandon felt the hands pull and tug at his ears, as well as smooth out his face, but he didn't care. The pleasure distracted him enough that he just slid the gold rod up and down his shrinking cock. His body already looked incredibly feminine except for his face, but the hands were fixing that, and Brandon just let them do their work. "Hmmm..." Brandon looked up at the mural of the large jackal creature with their hand that held the world, all while he continued to slide the rod along his body, right between his tits. "Maybe that is a mural of the future. Servants, how far does my power reach?!"

"A goddess's power depends on the amount of followers she has." The hands replied in unison. "Dead followers, or alive ones, the more followers she has, the stronger the power. You have many dead ones, but no living ones."

"Such a pity..." Brandon grinned, and licked his lips with his lengthening, flattening tongue. "But I know where to get more...and to feed." The idea of blood again ran in his mind. Normally, Brandon hated the sight of such things, but the more he turned, the more he approved of such a peculiar drink. Blood was of the life essence after all, and it didn't kill a person to give up their blood for him. He glanced down at his cell phone he had just broken. "Even more pity that I cannot contact them to come down here...those idiotic primates will never find me down here either." Brandon didn't even think about how he used to be human. He still had many human features, though bit by bit, they were fading into more animalistic ones. His normal mind had already been tainted so much with power and desire, more than a mortal should have ever obtained, and far too much to ever return back to normal form, not that Brandon would have wanted to turn back anyways.

"You are free to leave here whenever you desire, my goddess." The voices spoke again. "This is simply the safest place for you to finish your...transformation."

Brandon immediately glanced into the mirror he had created to see his form. His body looked very feminine. From the neck down he was covered in fine black fur, except for his blackened nipples and black nub of a cock. His face was still surprisingly human looking, although it too looked very feminine with soft skin, and black hair that was much longer than Brandon recalled. The tips of his ears looked a bit sharper, almost like that of an elf's, as did his nose, but his face could have still very much passed for a human. "I have enough power to...battle those that dare challenge me though, do I not?" Brandon's face grimaced. "I wish to be free to explore my city." Brandon knew he was in an underground city, and while he had seen the interior of some buildings, he barely had a chance to get a very good look. "If they are to be the future home of my servants to be, I at least want to make sure they are durable and will not crush them." Brandon still had a hint of empathy for humanity, but at the same time, he also didn't want to be replacing servants left and right, that would be such a chore!

"You are much stronger than most humans. Faster, magically powerful, better than humans in any way. If you wish to explore, we will not stop you...but do accept one gift before you leave." From the ghost's hands, physical hard objects materialized, and quickly pierced through Brandon's black nipples. The ghosts created piercings! Two gold barbell ones for Brandon's nipples, and two loop earrings for his ears which had a small trinket dangle at the bottom with the head of Anubis. Gold earrings were placed on Brandon's sharp claws too, as well as his toes.

Brandon felt minor hints of pain as the piercings were added, but with each one, he kept an eye on the mirror, and he felt more beautiful with them. Multiple red dot piercings were added to his ears, three pairs in total, and his short stub of a tail was granted a blue bracelet-like object that fit snug on the growing thing. "Hmmm..." Brandon brushed his claws gently through his fur. "Yes, this is very good. I'll have to get more of these, absolutely." His sex hadn't been pierced, but at the same time, it hadn't fully changed yet. His testicles had practically vanished, but he had no feminine slit opening, just the short stub of a cock which was the last part of his manhood. "They look so perfect on me." Brandon brushed a claw on one of the nipple piercings and let out a light moan of pleasure from the feeling.

"We do what we think goddess likes best." The voices responded with a hint of lust in their tone.

Brandon smiled down at his body. By now, it was well more than halfway different. His head still looked human, but his ears became longer, in addition to their already changed pointed tips. He could see that his lips had blackened, and he could hear cracking in his mouth. The changes inside were somewhat discomforting, especially as he spat out remains of some teeth, but when his tongue went around to feel what had grown in, he felt two sharp fangs, not quite at the very front of his teeth, but positioned instead where a vampire might have their own fangs. "You do very well..." he said in a higher pitched voice. He slid the rod up and down his body, between his C cup chest, and right to his nub of a cock. He couldn't help but enjoy the sensations of rubbing the golden staff on himself. "Mph...I shall explore my old kingdom...then perhaps go back to...enjoying myself."

Brandon pointed his rod at another part of the wall, and a small panel opened up just big enough to serve as a door. He wasn't sure how he knew how to do such things, just that he could create such things. With his naked body, with the exception of his piercings, Brandon stepped out of the chamber, and back into the large underground city with a new outlook.

The ruined city was the same as it had been before. Stone buildings lined up the interior with mushrooms illuminating the cave, although Brandon's new enhanced eyes could hear it much better, and his larger ears could pick up finer details, such as the sound of water dripping. He had many questions about the town, mostly how it could have eaten, but as he glanced around the various buildings, he could make out small plots of land, and a hint of light that shined brighter than the mushrooms that illuminated the town.

"Small lands of farm, but not nearly enough to feed a city." Brandon said to himself with a small grunt. His tongue couldn't leave his sharp teeth alone, but he resisted the urge to touch the very tip of his fangs to test how sharp they really were. His slightly reddened eyes glanced around the city, and he let out a hum as his bare feet clicked against the dirt ground underneath. "Any new servants I acquire will have to rebuild this. These buildings are so dilapidated that it's making me look bad!" Brandon hit the gold rod on the ground, and then he glanced at it briefly. He felt a shiver as he imagined doing more than just rubbing it against his body, but he also imagined that he could fix up these buildings himself, all with the power of magic. "Repair is not what a goddess should do." He concluded. "It is for servants." Brandon felt a twinge of impatience. A flick of his wrist would have been enough to restore the city to its proper glory too, and it was tempting to do just that, though he resisted. He wasn't even sure why he resisted entirely, but something told him the more he gave in to this power, the harder it might be to think like his normal self.

Already, Brandon's mind felt so hazed it was hard to tell which thoughts were his own, and which belonged to the goddess he could feel himself becoming, or if perhaps they were always his thoughts, but suppressed deep down. It wasn't possession, Brandon could tell there was no other being inside of him, it was all himself, just twisting and bending in ways he both didn't want, and couldn't wait to finish at the same time.

Brandon felt his body continue to change, though at a slower pace since he left the hands. He still felt the immense power flow through his body, and as he walked, he also felt the piercings on his body gently sway with every step. He rubbed a hand along his feminine waist with a happy sigh. He felt so powerful, and so beautiful at the same time. Part of him thought he should go back and see what his final form would become, but he had an eternity to do that. He could also feel himself slowly change into that new powerful form over time. He was still technically male, although he had the body of a female, and his testicles had all but vanished, he still had smooth black skin between his legs, and a small nub that was his cock that looked as if it were becoming his clit. Brandon looked up, and remembered where he came from. He wondered briefly what the outside world might think of him. Anthros weren't exactly commonplace in the world. He could only imagine most of the public being fearful of his form, while others would love it, and would want to join him. He wondered how far his powers went, and how much he could change others. It was tempting to find that tour group...

Brandon smiled as an idea hit him. Why can't he find that tour group? Or maybe he could find some people to bring down into the city, and keep down here for eternity...
As Brandon thought of that devious idea, something told him how wrong it was to do such things to humans. It was true that so much of humanity deserved to be punished, but there were genuinely good people out there. At the exact same time, Brandon knew these good people were often taken advantage of, or attempted to be, and that they could live better lives underneath her rule.

Wait...her? Brandon thought to himself as he referred to himself as a woman, if only briefly. His eyes slowly widened as the realization hit him as to what exactly he was becoming. Brandon looked down at his body with a different look on life, his old look. "What...am I becoming?" he said to himself. His thoughts swam with thoughts of power and corruption, and about things he could do to other people, but Brandon knew he wasn't like that. He wasn't the friendliest person, but he was far from the cruelest. He looked down at the rings on his claws, and grabbed one ring on his index finger with his other hand, and tried to pull it off, only to find it stuck on him like glue.

Brandon was at a crossroads about himself. He wanted to become 'her', but at the exact same time, he begun to fear what might happen if he did become her. His body shivered with a pleasurable sensation from his womanly head, down to his beastly clawed toes. His short tail wriggled slightly as his nose inched outward, and his fangs grew even longer. The two largest upper fangs of his were now so large that they stuck out below his lower lips, and his snout was at least a few inches bigger and stuck out in front of him like a sore thumb.

Brandon's tail lashed slowly from side to side. He glanced around the ruins, and he saw one small building in front of him. He figured that he could maybe try to take his mind off of his form by looking in at least one building, although now he was uncertain just how much he wanted to truly change, at least mentally. "I don't want to be this totally evil goddess." He said in a higher pitch to himself as he made his way to the building with the rod as support. His legs slightly trembled, not with a physical weakness, but a weak sensation that was hard for him to describe. It was like having the strength to get out of bed in the morning, but not the mental willpower to do so.

At the same time, as Brandon said he didn't want to be her, that also didn't mean he didn't want her power, although whether that was something he truly wanted, or something the 'goddess' made him desire was something not even he could recall. There was evil in the world, he knew that, there was evil that he, an average human, could do virtually nothing about. As a goddess however, Brandon knew he could change things, he could fix things. He could bend and mold things to his will, to the world SHE wanted.

Brandon then realized he referred to himself as a woman again. He held out one lone finger, and with a slow stroke, he stroked between his legs between his anus, and his shaft, and shivered when one spot felt far more sensitive compared to the rest of his body. He felt a small piercing down there as well, likely thanks to the hands, the hands that Brandon was very thankful to get away from, if only for a brief period. At the same time, he also missed the sensation of what those hands made him feel. He had a happiness on a level that he had never experienced before as a human, and those hands served him, they did what he pleased, but at the same time, they had transformed him. "They...transformed me..." Brandon said to himself, quietly. He shivered as another wave of changes washed over him, small changes on the inside, changes he could not detect what exactly they were, but he could feel something about the changes that made him feel stronger, faster, better than a normal weak human.

"They...transformed me." Brandon said to himself again, this time with a hint of anger. If he were truly a goddess, if he were truly this being of supreme power that he felt surge through his body, then he couldn't help but wonder just why the hands had to be the one to transform him. Or perhaps it was the rod he held? Whatever the case it may be, he felt a building rage. If he were to be transformed, then he should be transforming himself. He could feel himself becoming a vampire Jackal, one that feasted on living essence, but he had to mentally ask himself if that was what he WANTED to be, or if it was the hands, or the rods, doing.

Brandon mustered the strength in his body to stand up fully, just as his pointed ears grew almost a good foot long and turned purple on the inside. The black fur that was on the rest of his body spread up to his head, and his nose blackened. He could feel a sensation that was as if he was getting a hair wash too, and it felt good. Brandon closed his eyes with a smile, but as the changes continued to go through his body, he spoke up. "Hands...servants, you are here, aren't you?"

There was a moment of silence. The silence echoed loudly through Brandon's ears. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his pupils had vanished. His eyes had turned a blood red, with a slightly brighter hint of redness in the center of his eyes where his iris was. Small bands wrapped around his hair, and he could see the ghastly hands along his body once more as they stroked his snout. "Yes goddess." The hands finally admitted.

"You did not ASK me if I even WANTED this form." Brandon snarled with an inhuman growl in his throat, and a voice that sounded very much like a woman's own.

"It was one..."

"Silence!" Brandon raised up his rod. He felt a sense of power flow through him as he could tell what the hands had thought of. "You wanted to bring out the true me, didn't you? The real me, the one underneath the flesh and bone that is Brandon?" Brandon snarled. "You changed your goddess when she did not want it!" Brandon's fear was overtaken by rage. He knew the hands meant no harm. He was also unaware that his rage clouded his mind, it made him think not like a human, but the goddess he was becoming, it made him think like...Nesma.

The hands remained silent. Revealed, even outside of the chamber that Brandon was in however, they continued to stroke and massage him. Their long arms travelled into the darkness to where not even Brandon nor Nesma could make out where exactly they came from.

Brandon tried to calm himself down, but it was difficult. Nesma was a goddess, Nesma was all powerful, and to be changed like this with hands felt unacceptable, but at the same time, she could tell the hands were trying their best to make her happy. Brandon found it harder and harder to call herself male too, much less by her real name.

Brandon gripped onto his head to try to keep control of himself. He could feel the power surge through his body, an unworldly power that made him feel so good. The sensation of Nesma inside of him was strange, it wasn't that another being was taking over his body, it felt more as if he was becoming that being, the powerful being known as Nesma, the goddess that wanted people to serve under her, regardless of their status.

"We can...we can at least be nice to those that deserve it, right?" Brandon asked himself. "Not all humans need to..." he paused as a shiver ran through his body. "S-serve, right?"

His own head told himself that humans were lesser beings. Humans SHOULD serve him, everyone should. He was a goddess with the power of one.

Brandon looked down at his black fur covered hands with long claws. His blood red eyes saw clearly in the illuminated cavern. He then turned around back towards the stairs he had first climbed, and noticed something he had dropped earlier. Brandon walked with more confidence and power in his steps without using the golden rod for nearly as much support. He placed the rod down by the stairs, and squatted down to what he dropped. "My backpack..." he mumbled to himself. Brandon had completely forgotten that he had a backpack in the first place. The backpack was covered in dirt thanks to his fall earlier, but it was still very much usable. A quick touch with Brandon's finger confirmed there were still things inside of it too, things he couldn't even remember what they were.

Brandon took a seat. His bare bottom raised a small cloud of dust as he sat down, and his small tail swayed curiously. He opened up the zipper to the backpack, and pulled out an item without even looking. Brandon had to stare at what he pulled out with curiosity akin to a child's own. He grabbed a container that was clear and held water. It took him a moment to remember that it was a water bottle. Brandon blinked rapidly as he looked at the lettering on the bottle, but he couldn't make out what exactly it read as. He knew he could read the language before. With a grunt of frustration, he tossed the bottle aside, and dug to see what else was in the backpack. He wasn't sure what he was digging for, but he just wanted something, anything that could help him stay in control of himself instead of becoming Nesma. So long as he could retain a slight hint of his humanity. He couldn't let her take complete control of him. "If I'm becoming a goddess...it's on my terms." He said with an inhuman growl.

Brandon dug through the backpack. He found clothes that would no longer fit him, food he knew he could eat with his sharp fangs, but he doubted it would taste as well as the essence of life, and various other things that he found difficult to connect with in his new form. Brandon stood back up, and with his tail that swished from left to right, he went back into the chambers that had first transformed him, after he grabbed his rod.

Once back in the chambers, Brandon could feel a sensation between his legs. He was still male, but he felt so close to becoming a woman, and so close to becoming Nesma. There just needed to be something else, something to push and encourage her to come out entirely and practically overtake Brandon's mind, and he knew it. Brandon's much larger ears, almost shaped like a bat's own flickered as he picked up the sounds coming from the entire cavern he was in. He almost immediately knew why the cavern was built and dug as big as it was. He could even hear other noises, the noises of people. His enhanced black bat nose sniffed the air a few times, and he could make out the scent of people too. It was a scent that was hard to describe, it was almost like musk where it wasn't a pleasant smell, but it wasn't unpleasant at the same time.

"Welcome home." The voices around Brandon spoke. The chambers had gone through a modification since Brandon had left. There was a long blood red rug with gold sidings along the center, a small staircase, and a red and gold throne. 

Brandon knew the room hadn't been like this before. He looked down at himself, and noticed golden glowing circle tattoos around his nipples, and then the staff again. "What are you servants doing now?" he spoke with an annoyed tone.

"Us? We are doing nothing. This is all your work, all your magic, and all of your...desires, goddess." The hands replied in a whispering tone, though still loud enough to echo in the chambers.

"Me?" Brandon looked around the chambers, it looked far more like a throne room with the entrance being the drop down that he came in the first time, and the way out was through a secret passage that closed behind him. Brandon scowled as his fangs bared. Nesma crept into his thoughts again, and he slowly nodded. "Yes...a room fit for a goddess...this isn't nearly acceptable enough, but it will do for now." He spoke in a shifted tone. Mentally, he knew what had just happened as Nesma took over for him, but it was hard to fight her when his emotions grew.

"Is our goddess ready to take her seat on the throne?" the voices asked in unison with a tone of hopefulness.

Brandon looked over at the throne, and then down at himself. He could feel his humanity be pulled away the longer he stood in that room, and he could also feel something else between his legs. He felt a pair of nether lips slowly form to fully change his gender, although as it parted, he felt more of his humanity leave with his changing sex. "Nesma...is...Nesma...is..." Brandon stammered. I'm not Nesma! I'm BRANDON! He thought to himself. His legs quivered again as he fought the changes, just as his gender finished changing completely.

"Oh, but it would feel so good to give in, don't you think Nesma?" the voices asked. "Humans need to be punished, and serve under a goddess such as yourself. Just think of all you could do with your magic."

Brandon grit her sharp teeth as the rod glowed. The walls around her shimmered with new life. While the murals and text remained, the stone walls suddenly looked as if they had barely aged a day. Brandon could not see beyond the walls, but she could sense that the entire cavern was changing with new life. "Restore an old kingdom...create new ones...all with mortals to serve under me." Brandon said quietly. That...that is what I want right? It isn't what Nesma wants, it's what Brandon wants. Brandon thought to herself, although her mind was muddled.

Brandon could feel hands stroke her soft body and gently flick her piercings. Her body had a few other Egyptian tattoos as a red cloth from seemingly nowhere wrapped around her waist, although it did little to hide her breast and crotch, and nothing to hide her large ass. Other cloth wrapped around her arms and legs loose enough to not cut off blood flow, but not so loose that they would fall off of her. Gold linings appeared on her eyes that glowed like her eyes. The more she gave in to becoming Nesma, the better it made her body feel. "Yes..." she closed her eyes with a soft smile. "Nesma is ready."

Brandon walked forward towards the throne. Her feet trembled at first, but every step forward made the next step easier as she turned from a simple mortal human, to a goddess. She took a seat in her throne with rod in one hand, and the other on the armrest, and smiled. Brandon was still there, but as she sat on the throne, she accepted herself now as Nesma entirely, and happily.
She looked down on the floor and noticed there was still something left of Brandon's, a shred left of humanity, his wallet. With a simple tilt of her gold rod, Nesma blasted the wallet into oblivion, not caring for the money or whatever the wallet might have contained. She had no need for such human creations. The only thing she wanted was to be served hand and barefoot by mortals. It wasn't that Brandon was gone, it was that she was starting a new life, a life as Nesma.

Her ears flickered as she heard people call out Brandon's name from afar. She smiled wickedly, and her golden rod began to glow. It was time for her to get more servants.