THE TEMPLE TREAT PART II

written 2008 by Paul Gerard

Warning: The text below is, by its very intent, rather explicit in nature. This is neither intended nor suitable for minors, or adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting.

This story contains a cruel and unusual punishment, and make-up sex afterwards.* If this is not your cup of tea, abort NOW.

The author would like to express his gratitude for the comments on part 1, his first try, and hopes to have addressed some of the problems that plagued it, in this sequel.

* At least it's supposed to contain that, if it weren't for the minor quibble that the author is an untalented hack and this is only his second try on absurdist erotica written in what to him is not his native tongue...

Altaerna - a world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind's stage.

The time is similar to the end of our 19th century. In a desert country of Altaerna's arid regions, inside an old pyramid, a small and secret cult serves its goddess, all but forgotten by the world outside.

This story picks up very shortly after part 1.

Chapter 1: A Little Bit Of Reintroduction

"Your divinity?"

The apprentice priestess knocked on the door, and waited the required time until she pushed it open just wide enough to peek through. �Curiosity gets people killed by the cat� had not yet become common knowledge, or else the hooded woman might've thought twice ...

"Did I allow you to come in?" Sharply whispered, to not wake up the worn-out guest spread-eagled on the huge bed, and with a hissing that in a sentence without any �s� should be impossible to do, the voice rang in her ears. The towering apparition of jet black, glistening skin and bulging muscles moved silent like a ghost, pulled the door wide open fast but quiet with its claws and filled the poor girl's sight from one moment to the next. She careened back in shock, stumbling away until she backed into the opposite wall of the corridor and collapsed against it. Her bare feet slipped over the floor tiles as she tried to push herself out of reach. "Mercy! I'm... please! I won't... again... Mistress! You asked for ... here ... Ohgoddessdonteatmepleasepleaseplease!" Gasping for air, one arm covering her face, she held a glass tube out in front of her, as if the tiny thing offered any kind of protection.

Well, it apparently did.

The creature still closed in on her, albeit with an aloof lazyness, attempting to slowly squeeze through the much too small doorframe inch by inch. A plate-sized paw with menacing claws appeared first, it set down smoothly on the stone floor between the petrified girl's legs. The points nailed her robe to the stone and made sure she'd not even try to creep away. The hairless surface of the foreleg showed a chain of chiseled muscles and sinews right up to the shoulders. On top of them, the face of a beautiful human woman stared down on her, albeit at twice the natural size to match the hulking leonine body. A bare female breast the size of a large beach ball, with a fist-size nipple, swung into view and got caught on the doorframe, jiggling, bulging as the sphinx continued to push. Finally, she gave up with a peeved sigh and turned her eyes to the ceiling. "Oh all right! All right!" she muttered through clenched teeth. Her whole body, composed of what so far had seemed like rock-solid, black, polished stone come to life, suddenly rippled all over like oil-covered water. From one moment to the other, the outer layers of her body turned into a black goop that splashed to the floor where it formed a bubbling stream. It coagulated to a series of blobs that sneaked off down the corridor, striving to return to the pool where they had come from.

What was left behind was a female statue of sekhmetian form, on which the feline and human parts had swapped roles from her four-legged sphinx shape. She still cowered on all fours in a shrunk-down imitation of her previous posture. Which meant that a lion-like monster the size of a small truck, with a human giantess' face, had turned into the intimidation of a seven feet tall female hardbody with a lioness' head. She straightened up from her kneeling position, rubbed her hands clean of the sand from the floor and finally crossed her arms in front of her ample chest, her fingers drumming impatiently on her bicepses.

"Done gawking, girl? I know you've seen me assemble from the pool before, so what are you afraid of?" She bent down and nabbed the empty vial from the shaking hand at the extended arm of her servant. "Don't drop these, they're expensive", she teased the poor girl and dragged the oversized hood that had slipped off the head during the frantic retreat back over the eyes in the pale face, after playfully ruffling the hair with her fingers. Her voice lost its edge. There was no need to take out her anger on her lower priestesses, what few of them she had after all. It wasn't their fault. "Ah, real hair." She ran her other hand over her own blank marble skull. "One thing I never got the hang of. Well? Off you go, dear. Tell the sisterhood their offering has found my approval, and that it needs a little tending to its sores now. After that, drop him off somewhere inconspicuous before he regains consciousness, and ..." She scratched her skin. "... empty a bottle of wine over him. That should take care of any vague recollections he might have." Her servant staggered to her feet, bowed hastily and stumbled away down the narrow, barely lit corridor inside the worn-down pyramid, casting nervous glances back over her shoulder. The ceremony of waking the beast was one thing. That went slooo-ooow. She hadn't witnessed before how horribly fast the living goo could move.

Chapter 2: A Little Bit Of Disclosure

The sphinx' fingers wrapped around the vial. She focused. Her right hand melted, lost its shape, swallowing the thumb-sized container in an instant, then regained its solid form, now empty. She let out a moan, a sigh, coupled with an occasional twitching of her face as she pushed the foreign object through her liquefied insides, tracking down the bubbles floating through her innards. Seconds later, she wrapped the fingers of her left hand into a fist, and as she opened them again, the vial, now sealed up and filled with a whitish slime, glistened on her palm. "Hah! And Central said there's no way to get a proper sperm probe without abduction, metal tools and anal probing! Amateurs!" she chuckled.

By force of habit, she checked left and right for any more unwanted eyes on her, then performed a minor flick of the wrist. Part of the dungeon wall in front of her disappeared, revealing dull metal with only a finger-sized hole in it. The sample container fit right in. Moments later, nothing hinted at the machinery any more. Even the cobwebs were undisturbed.

Walking up to the large pedestal on which a heap of cushions provided a resting place, currently occupied by the out cold body of her last specimen, her smooth motions froze for a second, and faint, distant screeching filled the room. Her eyes darted around, focusing here and there, as she replied with the same, subdued noises.

To fast ears versed in her native language, this is what her part of the talk sounded like:

"Central, this is 5PH-1NX online. Confirming secured conference call. Ready to ... oh come on now, that's what you call secured? Who has invited the psycho in?"

"...?!"

"Yes, I'm talking about you. No, B1-TCH. Just ... no. Yes, I do think my course of action does indeed fit into mission parameters very well."

"...!"

"Oh shut up! Just because you're envious that my idea with the non-destructive contact was chosen for standard op proc, you can't go ahead and call me a ..."

"...?"

"Going soft? I'll get back on you for that, B1-TCH! It doesn't always have to be �break-skin-and-entering�, you know? Central, for the record, I again ask for a check on B1-TCH's mission core, she seems a bit overzealous to me."

"...!!!"

"Sticks and stones, B1-TCH. You better learn the difference between �tactful questioning� and �recording screams while chewing on subject's extremities�! Central, kick that maniac offline, please."

"...?"

"No, UN1-TY, that's not just petty rivalry. B1-TCH has gone far above and beyond the call of duty for how long now? If that isn't a danger to a covert op, then what is?! Granted, she can't do much damage in that lost ancient jungle temple of hers nowadays, but she's even made herself a throne of skulls in her glory days, dammit! Am I the only one who considers this more than just a tad unhinged?"

"..."

"Folks, listen. I'm doing what I can, as fast as I can. Until yesterday, I thought this to be a primitive world, but in light of recent events, I'm worried I'm treading the borderline of conspicuity already."

"...?"

"No, I don't know when the results will be definite. Need I to remind all of you that we're just collecting data? Two hours ago, i'd still have said lighting the beacon was no-no, but this guy I just ..."

"...!"

"Har-har. G05-5IP, shut up. Talking to him took so long. Only the talking. The actual DNA sampling was over in ... Huh? What?! Oh come on! What is this, a housewives chat? No, their stamina is overrated. Don't believe their stories. No, you're not going to get that much of non-stop action from them, not even with mindhooks. Yes, I tried! Central, I don't know how N1M-PH0 even got into this channel, but could you ... "

"..."

"Phew. Thanks. Yes, Central. I'll report back in detail later. I know you're all bored, but this needs time, alright? Oh, and Central ... remind me to never ever again conf-call the whole gang at once, alright?"

The line went dead. She sighed. Field research shouldn't be like this.

Normal speed of time returned.

Chapter 3: A Little Bit Of Spoken Flashback

The creature sat on the side of the huge bed, idly tracing the shape of the spine on her unconscious toy's back with her fingers, as the group of four hooded servants appeared. A minute later, the room was empty, apart from her. She stood lost in thoughts, one hand holding her elbow, the other tapping on her chin. There was something that needed to be addressed, immediately, and she knew it wouldn't be pretty. Her chaps quivered, revealing her canines every now and then.

"Saphina! In here! Now!" she bellowed for her high priestess, anger still rising.

She didn't have to wait long. Sandals slapped on the stone floor and slowed down in front of the door. She could almost picture the dark-haired woman with the plain, slightly wide face running her fingers over her ceremonial robe, checking for any undue wrinkle in the cloth or an out-of-place chain, before opening the door and uttering ...

"What is thy bidding, mistress?" the high priestess asked obediently, bowing with every slow step towards her, hands raised in a gesture of adoration. At two yards distance, she bent her knees right down to the floor and extended her empty hands to her goddess while hiding her eyes.

"Oh, no need to kneel, my dear..." She turned around and stepped up to her devout servant of the last decade, grabbed her arms, lifted her gently to her feet and laid her own left arm around her shoulder, after pulling back the hood from her servant's head. That friendly gesture was greeted with an expression of terror on the face of the twentyfive-something woman. The sphinx' eyes were half-closed as if she was dozing, her voice was quiet and gentle. She gazed ahead, seemingly oblivious of her surroundings, lost in retrospection.

"Saphy, do you still remember how you woke me all the years ago? I know I do."

She exhaled with a muted chuckle and lowered her head. "This place was in ruins. I had been sleeping for so long that I had no clue as to what had happened in the outside world. You helped me out. You were barely a grown up then, yet you were not afraid of me. Imagine my surprise! You picked my silver core from that old chest, and you didn't snap when I suddenly streamed up my body from the pool and stood there in front of you, your hand still around my core and in my belly. You were actually more worried about that forced marriage you faced. That's why you ran and hid in here in the first place, didn't you? You later lured your husband-to-be in here, and girl, did he ever freak out! He never dared to lose a word about what happened in here, I suppose? After that, you were free. Later, you've brought some of your little friends with you, this tiny community of after-hour worshippers I'm forced to make do with. I know, I know. You told me I'm just one of many deities around your country, and the other gods are even more impressive than me, that's why there are so few of the believers left. You were always open and honest to me, and, let's not forget that, timely with your offerings. That guy you brought yesterday was a nice pastime while he lasted."

Saphina nodded, but just barely. Being in the unyielding rock-solid grip of her object of reverence was unnerving to her, but she didn't dare to protest. You didn't protest your deity, ever. Not out of courtesy, out of self-preservation...

"This young man i've just ... sampled, there was something unusual about him, you know? The others before, they were scared stiff, but he ... he didn't freak out. Was nice to talk to, actually. I wouldn't mind being offered more of his kind. Had the most interesting things to say about the outside world too, Saphina."

She fell silent and pressed the woman closer to her side, while she turned her raised other hand in the candlelight, flexing the fingers, watching the silky fingertips liquify, reshape and harden again into pointed claws. The light glinted off the newformed edges. Saphina's eyes were glued to the sight. The sphinx could feel her start to shiver in her grip.

"Most interesting things indeed... Saphina, I can not shake the suspicion that you've not been all that honest with me, which can be a rather ... unfortunate ... habit for a high priestess to develop. Don't you think so, too?"

Another faint nod.

"Would you like to tell me ... anything?"

A quick, much too quick, shake of the head.

Chapter 4: A Little Bit Of Revenge

The sphinx sighed.

"Yes, I hadn't thought so, too. Well, then, Saphina, I need to know what's going on in that head of yourrrrssssss..." Her voice changed gear from introspective to ferocious in a heartbeat. Her left hand snapped up from a relaxed rest on the shoulder, grabbed Saphina's jaw by surprise and wedged four fingers into the corner of the mouth. Her seemingly solid fingertips melted into a gush of black tar that poured into her victim's body, sneaked in moments over the inside of Saphina's cheeks and down the throat. The woman wanted to scream, to struggle, but the vile substance had already spread out all over her vocal cords and burned its fibers through her flesh into her neck. It swept on in between the cells of her body, took over her nerves, freezing her in place, rendering her a mute puppet of her mistress. She felt her body stand still on its own accord, a zombie, as her field of view was filled with the blackness oozing in from the corners of her eyes, until her eyesight shrank to nothing. All that was left was this voice in her head, and the tar everywhere in her flesh that sucked her intended replies straight from her brain stem.

"If you've something to hide, you shouldn't have come here. I heard you repeat that often enough to the apprentices. You seemed to have served me well for the last decade. You woke me from my long sleep. You created this religion for me. You brought me what little followers I have. So why did you betray me all this time, Saphina?"

"I never, I wouldn't ... no, I didn't ..."

"Don't lie to me, Saphina. Just ... don't. I've got ways to find the truth, with or without your consent, and right now, your thoughts are an open book to me."

Heat and pain marked the way the black tar burrowed on through her body, like boiling java eating through a pile of sugar. The woman started to feel like an empty shell of skin barely covering a liquid core.

"I know of your eagerness to remain on top of that little hierarchy you built. Saphina, that's all nice and dandy, but feeding me bullshit about the outside world to secure your rank, and to trick me into staying in this tomb here is not.

There is no huge following to your little makeshift cult outside of the dozen or so girls I saw over the years, because, according to exhibit A I had right there on my bed, he had never even heard of me before he was brought here. To him, this was an old tomb for tourists, not a place of worship. There are also no other manifestations of gods near or far, or even known of. Why, I wonder?"

Saphina wrestled in vain for more control over her body as she tried to answer. Instead, she heard the horrible sound of an empty cask being filling up, a gargle emanating from her throat, rising through the scale until it stopped as the final gush of the heavy, living tar spilled over and out of her mouth, dripping down on her chin. Her ribs heaved without result against the agonizing, solid fire in her chest. The very body of her goddess had filled out her lungs.

"Oh don't worry, you won't choke on that. I'll keep you alive and well for now. That's just supposed to be a little more ... motivation for you, you lying scum" snarled the sphinx. She didn't raise her voice, but her quiet rage was no less frightening.

"Am I getting my point across to you? I'm not your personal savior, or anybody else's. Because of what YOU told me, I decided to play along. Because of what you TOLD me, I did that little spook routine you and your friends expected. Because of what YOU told ME, I wasted a decade in which I could've done something that made a difference. Because of WHAT YOU TOLD ME I juggled with quite a lot of balls at once to make sure no one got hurt. To keep this unnecessary farce, this horseplay going. Your betrayal of my trust pushed me into a limelight that I was ordered to avoid at just about any cost."

The sphinx' breathing had quickened and now flew in spasms of barely subdued rage. She took a few deep breaths with closed eyes and held her temples with her right hand until the twitching in her cheeks subsided.

"In ancient times, kings used to put traitors like you on the rack. Well, ...", she turned her face to her captive and grinned maliciously, "I intend to do something similar, I'll put a rack on a traitor. You filled me with your lies, for a decade. I can't repay that in equality. You see, I don't lie. I may not spill all I know, but lies are not within my reach. So, instead of lies, I decided to fill you with something else, something I happen to always have at hand. Me." A tiny window opened in the veil over Saphina's eyes so she could see the right hand of her goddess rising up, which turned from a solid, dry stone skin to something oozing with heavy drops and filaments before it settled back to its original look.

The helpless woman begged in silence for mercy, a mute string of thoughts she could not turn into words but which were picked up anyway. "No, Saphina. Too late. Do you know how I felt, being torn apart inside because your lies put my goalposts in opposite directions? You will, after a fashion, and soon. Until I deem your punishment to be sufficient, or until i've squeezed all of my bodily substance into you, or you pop like a balloon. Whichever happens first. Take your guess."

"...?!"

"This is not about extorting answers any more. You betrayed the faith I had in you, the trust, the last ten years - now you pay the price. Look down and see the tool of your punishment." Saphina's body was by now a mere extension of her angry goddess and obeyed by itself, the tar bending her neck from the inside so hard that her vertebrae creaked audible. Her blindfold opened up completely as the liquid receded from within her eyeballs. A puddle of the sentient black crept up on her. It had already formed a ring around her feet, and more of it gurgled outside the door. It squeezed through the wooden door's crevices, seeped down the inside in thick drops and reunited into a stream before it encircled the paralyzed female in slow motion. It was the most horrible sight Saphina had ever seen, but there was nothing she could do any more about it. Even the teardrops that welled in the corners of her eyes were black oil by now.

The creature let go of her victim by simply melting its solid left arm into more of the liquid. It clung heavy to her robe as it oozed down. In moments, the semi-stump on the shoulder spilled forth into a new, complete arm again. Saphina dropped to her knees as she was granted control over her body again. Stepping back, the sphinx stared down in cold disappointment on the choking, sunk down shape under the wide cloth. "Oh alright, have your lungs back!" she hissed.

Saphina's eyes stopped bulging out as the liquid in her chest dissolved. The delicious taste of the cold air in the catacombs, streaming freely into and out of her torso, heaving with relief, momentarily covered up any other feeling. "Thank you! Thank y... aiiieee!"

Her thin undershirt rode up on her armpits as her breasts swelled up, pushed outwards while the black oil retreating out of her lungs amassed inside them. The weak seams creaked and ripped open stitch by conceding stitch. Saphina clutched her breasts through the rough garment of the robe and was greeted with much more than what she had come to expect even on days where she felt "bloated". On top of that surprise, the goo that filled her boobs moved and wiggled around on its own like ... a living thing, which it was. Inside her. The horror of that realization crushed down on her, rendering her mute and stunned.

The sphinx slanted her head and raised one eyebrow. "Thank me? What for? If you're so eager for cup sizes, there's much more where that came from..." Her fingers made a tiny gesture of expansion.

Chapter 5: The Plot ... Biggens

The mounds on Saphina's ribcage surged forward. She could feel the two globs start to bubble from the inside, foaming up, expanding and tearing at her delicate skin. Filaments of the oil seeped through her milk ducts and rooted into her nipples, clogging them. The coarse skin of the knobs heated and blew up into stinging tautness. In seconds, the woman's fingers were spread apart by the bulging roundness that kept growing at a steady pace. The formerly wide cloth tightened painfully around Saphina's chest, grinding over the hot skin that span and itched on top of the two foreign blobs that amassed on her ribs. She screamed and begged. "No, you don't understand. Stop that! I didn't want to trick you! You must believe me..."

"Yeah, right. Well, you may want to watch where you put your other hand, my dear." The sphinx raised her index finger and pointed to Saphina's side before returning her hand to her chin.

The woman's head slowly turned from her left hand she had pleadingly held out. Her other hand rested on the floor, right in the puddle of ...

"No." she whispered. "Please, no more..."

The living tar already covered her arm up to her elbow. Where her skin was visible, the evil stuff could be seen snaking around in bulging veins under her skin that she felt fanning out to her breasts. She gritted her teeth and arced her back in the searing pain of the liquid now streaming in thick pulses into her growing globes. Around her chest, the cloth already showed telltale creases in the horizontal direction. Saphina had more than a little trouble breathing in. Her constrained but inflating breasts pressed back into her ribcage. Her eyes, in mute desperation, searched for her goddess, her jaw trembled in panic and fear. No air left inside her lungs to moan and beg. The heavy cloth creaked ominously, but withstood the load. Her ribs very soon no longer would.

"Alright, again." The sphinx threw her arms up. "Wouldn't want this to be over so quick anyway." She knelt down and, starting from the neckline, wrestled one arm into the taut cleavage, slipped her hand down between the breasts, extended her claws and in one swift motion cut the gown open from belt to collar as she pulled her hand back out.

The liberated boobs jutted out, pulling the woman forward with their weight. Kneeling down on all fours, fighting the anchoring weight on her chest that she felt pulling her skin taut even on her back, Saphina drew a single, deep, desperate breath of air followed by frantic coughing and wheezing. "Please! Make it stop! I can't take ... "

"Oh no, little miss traitor. Now, you get up and run." The woman shook her head. "I ... I can't. I can't get up. I'm so heavy..." "Oh really?" Another gesture from the sphinx' hand, and the woman felt her legs start to move on their own, obeying the unspoken command and forcing her upright. The extra weight on her chest made her stumble against the wall by the doorway as the melon-sized, swaying appendages on her ribs dragged her on. She clutched the doughy balloons in her arms and regained her balance.

Her mistress' voice chilled the air of the room. "Run, I say! Run, girl, from the vengeful goddess you created yourself!" She stepped closer, widespread arms moving in on her in a collecting gesture. Saphina's eyes darted around in terror. More and more of the black liquid crept up the walls all around her. It closed in on her with cold, calculated efficiency and determination, cutting off any other way out except for the door in her back. She looked up at the ceiling. Same there, even worse. A long drop dangled down from a slimy filament. Moments later, it fell on her forehead, seeped under her skin and drew a new fiery track down inside her cheek, through the flesh of her neck, over her shoulders until it joined the heavy load that hung from her ribs.

"Tell you something. If you make it to daylight, i'll undo all this and you're free." The sphinx stood now at arm's length from her. Her eyes stared pensively at the breasts that quivered, their growth resting for now at the pumpkin stage. She grabbed their undersides and lifted them, weighing them, checking the tension of the skin. Her thumbs ran over the nipples and watched them bobble. "Meh. I'm not impressed yet. There's room for more in there, don't you think?"

"No! Stop! That's unfair!" the woman screamed as the fingers digging into her flesh turned to fiery tubes. She could feel the rumble of the bubbling ooze inside her overtaxed skin intensify. The sphinx had sidestepped one leg into the puddle of her extra body mass and let it flow straight through her own shape into the two separated blobs of her that clung to Saphina's chest. "Fair wasn't on the menu today. Run away, and it'll stop. Stay, and soon you'll collapse and burst on this very spot."

With a stifled scream, Saphina drew her orbs from the grip, turned and ran.

At least that was her idea.

The momentum of the two globes, meanwhile well into the beachball size, sent her spinning out of control until she slammed into the goo-covered wall by the door. Another fiery jolt of pain swept over her from head to toe, another pint of the juice jumped into her skin, another handful of tit flesh was gained. She propped herself up, only to feel her hand slap into more of the same stuff. There was neither sense in nor time for wiping it off. The sentient goo just clung to her hand for less than a second, then it woke, effortlessly soaked through her skin and bulged and wiggled its way up along her arm until it joined the sloshing mass that dragged her forward with its monstrous weight. She had to get out of the room, fast, while she still could.

Saphina fumbled blindly for the handle of the door, her massive breasts obscuring anything right below and in front of her, Finally, the darned thing swung open. Her feet almost gave way as she painfully bumped the hard wood into her right nipple, but she managed to squeeze sideways through the frame and stumbled into the narrow corridor that, after a dozen of corners, would lead to safety.

It was dark. All the torches had gone out.

Chapter 6: Getting Stuck, or: Determination Doesn't Beat Geometry

When her eyes adapted to the faint, eerie glow that for some reason emanated from the walls, she saw why. In both directions, the walls, the floor and the ceiling were all covered with rippling, creeping black tar waiting for her. She fell to her knees, wrapped her arms tighter around her boobs, closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen. To have a surge of all that blackness at once jump her, to feel it bloat her, to burst apart. Any moment now. Her clenched eyelids trembled.

Something warm came down on her neck, gripped it and ... pulled her up?!

"Aw no, now that wouldn't be nice of me, would it?" the sphinx laughed by her side. "A free floor is the least I can offer you, for ten years of well-meaning betrayal!" True to her word, the goo obediently cleared the uneven rock. "Well? Off you go! Take your chance!"

Saphina stepped forward. "Careful, careful ..." she muttered to herself, inching down the corridor, her arms wrapped around her mounds that had a life of their own. She felt her nipples fill and bloat further with the living goo as it curiously probed around inside her body. "... That, all of that, is that darned sphinx bitch playing tricks on me. She is not just that woman standing behind me. She is that goo on the wall, and she is that weight on my chest, and she ... aaagh!" Saphina tripped on the uneven rocks that formed the floor, lost balance and went left breast first into the dripping wall - with the inevitable results. The very next moment, her ballooning left mammary bounced her back, leaving a spot of now oil-free area a yard in diameter. Ricocheting with her rear into the right wall only delayed the jump in breast size as the goo had to meander in a fiery stream that made her spine arc, around her side before it joined the mass in her right boob. She regained her balance and stared ahead. The unwelcome extra gain meant she had now less than a hand's width to either side, even with pressing as hard as she could her arms and hands into the yielding skin to make her orbs jut out forward instead of sideways, and the corridor was only getting narrower. Five steps, three steps, two steps, last step. She closed her eyes again to banish the sight and exhaled in desperation. This was not going to end well. No way to sneak through. No ... more ... sneaking ...

The almost inaudible footsteps of the black creature neared from behind. "Again, what now?"

"Just ... " Something snapped inside her mind. This was it. Yes, she would probably beg again before it was finally over. But right now, angry determination welled up for possibly the first time in her life. She drew a deep breath of air and bared her teeth. "Just shut up and get lost! You set me up for this trap here, didn't you? You never intended to let me get out alive!" Saphina's voice had risen to a desperate scream. "I'll show you I'm not scared anymore!"

The sphinx laughed out loud. She leant against the wall, cackling, sniggering. "What? You've suddenly grown a spine to match your boobs?" Gasping for air, followed by more chortling. Saphina fumed, clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, brow furrowed. The next moment, she threw herself head-on into the bottleneck. The walls brushed against her quivering boob-mass. The greasy tar welling everywhere easily let her slip on forward, though the wall's pressure on the sides of her breasts grew with every single step as the goo, having served its purpose as lubricant, woke behind her, sprayed from the wall and rained into her as she went by. She leant forward, adding her weight and pressing her hands with splayed fingers into the burgeoning round wall of her own orbs in a desperate try to keep up momentum. The double-barrel battering ram of titflesh that squeezed through the corridor with an underlying noise of shrill creaking and low, rubbing rumbling, came to a sloshing, bobbing halt.

She had come less than eight yards far.

All around, the corridor was filled with the gargling and rushing sound of the tar hurrying along the walls and ceiling to rejoin the swelling globes that no longer could dodge it. She was wedged in tight now. Her breasts filled the narrow corridor top to bottom, left to right, and four yards and growing deep. Stretchmarks-covered skin, like living white marble, blocked the way ahead and slowly lifted her body off the ground. Her breasts' layer of skin over the sphinx' liquid body gave way and ripped open under the increasing strain, black patterns bulged out from the inside, showing clearly that nothing but the goo now held the tattered flesh and skin of her breasts together.

"Kill me! Just kill me now! I can't take that any more. Please! Yes! Yes! I lied all the time, because without you, I'm just a nobody. I don't want to go back to being a face in the crowd. That's why I lied to you, yes! Afraid .. if you went outside, you'd find someone better than me to do the preaching. Couldn't ... gaaaah ... let that happen." She panted in desperation, rendered immobile for good. Still the tar continued to fill her breasts. The rock and stone all around gritted and grated under the pressure. Dust and sand trickled down through cracks that, with a bang of overtaxed stone, appeared overhead and spread along the ceiling. "Kill me already, or so help me, i'll bring down this whole temple!"

Chapter 7: Just Hold It Right There

The sphinx held out her hand. "That was what I wanted to know." The swelling stopped. The remaining tar on the wall and ceiling rained down, collected and disappeared down the corridor.

The creature stepped closer. She ran her right hand's fingers over the back of her priestess and rested it on the left cheek of her ass, slapping it gently, like rewarding a pet that had performed a trick well. "I understand now. Some of the more extreme aspects of you humans, of your behaviour under stress, are so very strange to me, I had to take desperate measures for my research to reach a conclusion. Thank you. Let's free you now. You deserve some extra gratification after that ordeal."

"That's it? That's all? You don't understand me, and so you send me ... through hell?!"

"Yes. Was that ... "

The hint of an edge crept into her voice, for a sentence or two.

"... inappropriate? I'm sorry, but I don't recall lying and cheating to be the cornerstone of trust, either."

"Sorry?!" Saphina, caught between fear, anger, relief and something that had not yet risen to her consciousness, very nearly screamed, though her voice was seriously muffled by the amount of boob in front of her. "You ... you ... !"

"I what?! Dear, do you have any idea what I could've done to you? Do you know that right now the only reason you're still alive is that all of your body is soaked in my essence? I could wash apart all fibers of you on the spot, never a trace to be found; I could digest you whole or in parts if I chose to. You don't know a thing of what I can or can not do. Just a little example ..."

Saphina jolted as a switch in her brain was flipped from panic to ecstatic and then right back. "Don't ... Don't stop... mmmhh... oh ... no ... not again ... ". Her eyelids fluttered open. Black thorns had sprung from the bloated mass of her breasts, piercing through the taxed skin and stopping just inches from her face. Saphina tried to bring her head out of the way, but the points followed, bending like grass and continuing to aim at her eyes. "See? I could've been much more cruel if I had such inclinations." The woman winced and pressed her arms sideways into the corridor wall. "I'm convinced! I'm convinced! Stop that! Get out of me!"

"No. I am not convinced you understand just yet. Allow me to show you the true weight of the situation..."

Saphina's breasts started to sag. The heavy filling strained against the bottom, stretching her skin further. What had been two balloons squeezed into the narrow corridor now turned into two bags of water ripping apart under their own load. The weight dragged her to her knees and pulled her forward. She fell on top of her boobs, felt them spread out under her, saw the widening slashes revealing the black tar beneath her giving skin, up close.

"You get it now, don't you? Can you imagine what pain you'd feel, if I wouldn't keep your whole body from falling apart? Did you really think you could've made even a single step with a metric ton of liquid me bloating your chest? I held you. You never were in any real danger, my dear."

She managed to turn her head to the side and gaze at the creature, confused beyond words. Absently she brushed away the tears that ran down her face. Her mouth moved in mute protest, until she blinked and looked at her fingertips. The tears were thick and black and continued to creep around by themselves all over her fingers. Her terrified scream this time made even the stoic sphinx flinch. "No! Aaagh! Get it off! Get ... get out of me! Out! Out!"

The sphinx grabbed the tattered remains of her robe that hung around Saphina's waist and pulled them away. She patted on the luscious rear. "Oh shush. You really want those boobs deflated on the spot? Yeah, can do, but you'd be stuck with those empty sacks for life if I just sloshed out of you now. I don't really want my first priestess pushing a wheelbarrow filled with wrinkly skin in front of her. First things first, though. Let's get you back on your feet."

The spread out boobs flowed back upwards as the flattened goo woke again to its own life, regrouped into its original attempt at forming two huge globes, still compressed out of shape by the solid stone all around. The ugly gaps in her skin closed without a trace, even though the feeling of bloat and tautness increased. Saphina calmed down, wether on her own or because the creature had again tampered with her mind, she couldn't say and didn't care.

"There, much better, hon. I'll be out of you in ..." The sphinx fell silent and cocked her head. Tapping her own cheek with her index finger, she added "Nah, we'll have to be a bit morrrrrr ... " she hesitated again to mix in a purr, "... rrrrefined about the whole thing."

Chapter 8: Full Reverse Mode

Widespread fingers slid over Saphina's butt cheeks, followed down her crotch and searched her intimate folds, to slip in between her thighs and the outer and inner labia. She moaned louder as the creature used its other, liquid body still mingled into hers to filter and digest the chemical fear and instead spill out euphoria right inside her brain. The sphinx' fingers felt the sudden onset of wetness seep out. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere. Being drained can be its own reward, my dear..."

Inside the agile liquid, barely contained by her breasts, throbbing movement started. The pressure on her ribs increased with the backward flow. The web of veins now worked into the opposite direction, its pumping tubes formed, running from the root of her breasts down into her belly. Her slightly rounded midriff wasn't so slightly rounded any more. The swaying of her boobs as they milked themselves into her womb was reflected in the burgeoning shape of her stomach that with every spurt grew out. Although Saphina still felt somewhat concerned, the feeling of tense skin this time was mixed, shaken and stirred with a greed and lust she had never before been aware of.

"Hmmmnnn... I thou ... hoouuuhh ... thought you'd drrrrr ... aaaaahhhmmmm ... drain ... nnnnnngh ... me? I'm ... bbbb ... bloating ... aaaah ... aaagain...!"

The warm, gentle fingertips of the sphinx danced and tickled over the belly that now pushed into the middle of the ever so slightly shrinking orbs. Since the shrinkage happened on the far end of the corridor, the wall of boobs close to her hadn't moved yet. "Oh, just relax. It needs some time to build up the adequate pressure. You wouldn't want to miss the chance for a real, explosive gushing, would you?" "I ... I'm no - oooohh - not sure aba - aaaah - about that." Her moaning intensified.

The creature's face showed sudden concern.

"You're not in pain, are you? I sense your body's doing fine, but my stimulations here are based on pretty raw desires I pick up in your brain."

The strong body inched closer to her back. Its hands wandered over the base of the gargantuan breasts. Saphina felt excited nipples rubbing over her shoulder blades, breasts squeezing and flattening against her back.

"Some of those ideas haven't reached your conscious thoughts yet, or you locked them away a long time ago because they seemed unachievable or freakish."

The sphinx' thighs pressed against hers. Rubbing herself up and down on Saphina's grotesque figure, the creature purred with delight. Its two strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her distended belly off her mons. The creature's breath (did she even need to breathe?) brushed hot against her right ear.

"Well, you're about ... "

Fingers spread the top of her long slit and expertly rubbed the pink flesh, intently avoiding the sensitive clit. Instead, she aimed the pressure at the tissue around the opening, where deep in the flesh the spongy bags of the clit's roots had bloated from arousal.

"... to have them ..."

The massaging quickly heightened Saphina's excitement, until all the sphinx had to do was to flick a fingertip against the swollen knob. Deep in her womb, the woman felt as if a gasket had just blown. A hot bolt of gooey liquid slowly widened her vagina from the cervix downward.

"... thoroughly ..."

Wide, staring eyes. Mouth agape. Saphina's senses were consumed by the stringy liquid that started to slowly spin around itself inside her heavy, ballooned womb before the rotating motion of the vortex continued down through her cervix and moved like a semi-solid, slow-motion tornado down her vagina. Her labia widened, pushed aside by the emerging, rotating, dough-like black goo. The voice of the sphinx was a mere whiff now, soft cheeks touching the sweaty hair on the side of Saphina's head, the lips almost touching her earlobe, as she whispered:

"... unleashed."

The oil shifted its viscosity and turned from dough to quicksilvery agility. The whole column of it, up to her womb, shot forward. In an unrelenting blast it streamed and foamed and gushed out between her legs. Even the relaxing and softening of her drum-tight breasts, as they finally were siphoned in serious quantities and shrank, could not compete with the nonstop, buzzing, sensual rush emerging from her crotch, pounding up through her spine into her brain as the living tar burst out of her vagina like out of a high-powered nozzle. The black oil continued to whirl inside her, its spin shaping it to gush out in a funnel flow. It made her pussy's lips flutter as it rushed over them, it clung to her thighs and ran down like hundreds of frantic fingers tickling over her legs. She went weak at the knees. Not that there was a way for her to fall, being propped up by the creature's liquid body in her own breasts. "It's okay, I'm holding you." the sphinx whispered in her ear. "Hey, look at this geyser. Want to get even with me, if only just a little bit? I feel like having a sip of me, straight from the source."

The creature partially melted, it oozed down along Saphina's body in a semi-solid state, hands stroking her thighs, and reshaped sitting down between her legs. The plentiful stream immediately soaked it from head to toe, the black oil that hit it spread out in all directions. The sphinx opened its maw with the finger-long canines and snapped at the blast, trying to catch as much of the stream as it could. The oil seemed puzzled, as far as a liquid could express that. Part of it behaved as if it was just that, a liquid - it sprayed and dripped around like one. The other remembered that it was part of the creature and mingled where it touched her. Slurping and gargling, pushing her head forward, the sphinx finally put her maw over the cornucopian source. Saphina arced her back in another rush of sensations. The feline flews nestled into her own intimate folds. Wether the creature actually drank the relentless stream that bulged its cheeks and thundered through its throat, or if it just fused it back into its morphing body - even what little sight of that weird process Saphina had, glancing down through and around her cleavage, was impressive. Like a rubber doll, her goddess bloated and distended, mouth firmly attached to her crotch. The whole of the black skin seemed to float on top of a huge glob that trembled under the onslaught of the gallons and gallons bursting out of her. With a final smacking, the once muscular, now wobbling creature let go of Saphina's labia and leant back into the wall of yielding boob right behind it. It looked up to her while the bursts from Saphina's well continued to spray on its own beanbag breasts that were lodged tight in between the woman's spread thighs. "Liked that?" it gurgled, groaning as it fought against the extra weight in trying to prop herself up on her arms. Of course, in a display of the unfair control the sphinx had, a moment later all the bloat not belonging to her original two-legged shape just sloshed away, and she was back to her well-defined self by the time she stood again behind the woman. "Ah, I see we're past half the filling now." Saphina received another playful slap on her rear end. "Enjoy it, I'm not going to repeat that stunt any time soon."

"Stu... uuuhhhh... stunt?"

"Yeah, keeping control and track of my body, your body, my body inside your body, your brain and on top of that, a whole corridor covered in my body, all in more or less liquid shape, is hard, wether you believe it or not. I'm not as overclocked as I was in my younger days, you know? I've come to very much prefer my two fine-tuned solid shape presets you recognize. I'll need a week to fully recover from running so many different, dynamic bodies at once."

Saphina had only understood half of that, and even that half had to fight hard through her wall of excstasy. "Immmnnnngg ... impossible!"

"Say that again after you're empty, and I may tell you the story of my life, dear. Huh. Hold that thought. As long as you can still talk right now, you're not having the best time you could." She gestured, and the gushing and whirling in Saphina's womb increased again. The woman fell silent, panting with wide-open mouth, her face a mask of frozen bliss. "Ah, see? Much better." Standing behind her, its black oil pouring over her legs, the sphinx caressed the hot skin of her priestess. "Theeere we go, dear. Yes, let it all out. We can talk later after the surplus of me is safely back in its pool. Part of me is right now getting quite a headache from being whirled around like that in your little maelstrom pussy."

There was nothing left for her to do except to watch Saphina's gargantuan rack slowly shrink down to size, to keep track of her other self draining out and, for a cold, analytical part of her brain, to continually scan the woman's body structure, using her oil still dispersed in the human flesh to fix it up as the emptying progressed.

Chapter 9: A Little Afterglow.

The sphinx absorbed the last of her own liquid, split-off body's drops from the distended hole into her fingers, running them through the swollen, rubbed raw folds in Saphina's crotch. The next thing she caught was Saphina herself, as her knees and mind gave in after twenty minutes of constant stimulation and she fell down with her groin into the sphinx' hand, her body sagging backwards against the extended arm, her head coming to a rest on her shoulder. Her former goddess lifted her off her feet, carried her gently back into the sleeping room and lifted her up on the piedestal and its mountain of cushions. Saphina couldn't see the tender smile as her mistress stretched out and bedded her to a rest on top of herself, wrapping her warm arms around the woman whose body occasionally still twitched as her excitement waned.

For the next several hours, she remained out cold.

Finally, she came back to. Blinking until her sight cleared, she recognized the colors in front of her as the ceiling decoration of the goddess' bedroom, so she obviously was resting on her back. Goddess? Was that the right thing to call her? After what had happened - or had it happened at all? She grabbed at her chest. Nothing unusual there. Just - oh no, was that a feeling of ... no. She sighed with relief. Nothing unusual. Was that the kind of confusion their "offerings" had felt, too?

She tried to turn around and get up. Not a chance. Halfway under her, halfway beside her, the all-to-familiar figure rested, arms wrapped around her. The feline face held its gaze straight at her, still smiling after having watched the frantic groping. Saphina sighed, still feeling vaguely tired overall, and seriously distended and sore in very private places. She let her head sink back onto the creature's soft stomach. "I'm still alive, it seems. What are you, after all? I always thought you were an ancient goddess. Honestly."

"Yes, I maybe should have fixed that misunderstanding much earlier, were it not for a certain someone that took her priestess role much too serious and tricked me into believing that there still was a primitive society out there. I'm not authorized to interfere with primitives, I'm expected to play along instead, to not disrupt anything. Let's call it ... an unfortunate loophole in my rules we both triggered. Me, I'm really just a watcher. If I deem this world stable enough to justify the efforts of a visit, I'll send out a message to my masters. The message will reach them in about two hundred years, and their traveling here will take another two hundred years after that, at least."

"Your masters... are they like you?"

"Goodness, no! They are living solids, much more like you. The other field researches and me, we're demols. DEcentral MOLecular machines. Who else would volunteer to cruise the universe for eons, then bury themselves out of sight for even more eons, just to eventually send a "Whoa cool, check this lifeforms out!" message - or not even that? That's what we machines do best. We're patient enough for that. And you can't send a sane person for such a crazy job, that's why there are too many cattle-mutilating crop-circling crazies in the business already. You're lucky you found me instead of one of those. I'm just a freak, I'm not certifiable. Don't ask me about my dear colleague B1-TCH. Now that's a scary demol if I ever met one..." The sphinx shook her head and sighed. "Some day, there will be real trouble with that psycho. Ah, I can barely wait until morning. Walking under the warmth of the sun, strolling the markets, so many new things to categorize..."

"What are you, crazy?! Out there may not be primitives, but you can't just appear in broad daylight! People would freak at your sight alone! We've got steam engines, we've got airships, but you ... your whole body is a machine, then? A machine built from, from water or tar or whatever. We have nothing like that. Your stuff is ... ", she smiled a conspiring smile, " ...out of this world, right? You, ... wait, do you have a real name? �Goddess� or �Highness� doesn't ring true any more..."

"No, I ... ah, call me Dawnielle."

Saphina watched her from under furrowed brows. "Uh-huh. �Dawnielle�. Suuure. How come?"

"My designation is 5PH-1NX, which in writing looks a bit like �Sphinx� to you, doesn't it? Hey, it was you who called me that when you found my box and dusted it off. I don't really have a name. In my own tongue, �dao-wenial-la� means �the fifth� - one times four - zero times two - one times one." She saw the grin spread on Saphina's face, and raised an index finger in mock warning. "Not ... a ... word, �Sappy�, alright?" Dawnielle chuckled. "Anyway I'll be cleverly disguised. Stop worrying! Apart from that goofed up last decade, i've been told I handle first contacts pretty well."

"No way! Come on, show me that �clever disguise� you claim to have! I bet no matter how convincing the shape is, you'll still be black marble all over!"

The sphinx smiled and gently slid the fingertips of her hand down across Saphina's recovered small but firm belly, leaving five smeared black tracks that slowly woke, crept into each other and chased after their source, trying to merge back into the hand. The shape of the living fingerpaint brushstrokes converged onto the woman's crotch.

"You're right, I can't do color unless it's black or white. But I never said I'd send all of me, honey. I was thinking more about hitching a ride, more like ..."

She lifted her eyebrows and winked into her former priestess' and newfound confidante's surprised stare, as her fingers melted and spilled over the woman's groin.

"...this."

The next sounds were a wet slurping and a gasp that turned into a drawn-out, very, very indecent moan...

To be wrapped up in part 3...