The Dig

By JB

The hot Egyptian sun beat down on the dry and barren desert landscape. It

beat down on men and animals, then blazed back up from the sand to strike

them again. High overhead, the sun glared down at a small camp of men and

women gathered near a deep hole that led even deeper underground.

"Dr. Sakura! Come quickly! We have found something!"

Beautiful, long lashed, dark eyes flashed with excitement as a slender

young woman rose from her crouched position over an ancient piece of

pottery. Slender fingers brushed back a strand of long, lustrous black hair

from smooth, flawless cheeks. Full, soft lips parted in a deep breath as

long, sleek legs, clad only in shorts, carried the lovely young woman toward

the main dig site. Dr. Ayesha Sakura was one of the three leaders on this

archaeological dig, and she had yet to find anything that made her believe

this site was all her partners had claimed.

A beautiful girl of 24, Ayesha Sakura had the kind of exotic beauty one can

only get from a mixing of nationalities. Her father was a Japanese

businessman, and her mother was curator of the Cairo Museum, a native to

Egypt. Ayesha had grown up with influences of both in her life, but her

heart had always belonged to archaeology.

Now, as she followed one of the diggers down the dark tunnel, she wondered

if maybe her passion was about to be returned to her from the land she

loved.

The site they were digging at was supposed to be an ancient temple to one

of the lesser dieties in the Egyptian god's hierarchy. Taweret was the

goddess of fertility, the one directly responsible for a woman's pregnancy.

Unlike Isis, who was regarded as a mother figure, Taweret was seen as a more

intimate partaker of the human females she oversaw. Ayesha's partners felt

they had found the main temple at which Taweret had been worshipped, and

they anticipated finding much wealth from happy mothers in its chambers. So

far, they had found nothing, and the excitement was waning.

Till now.

Ayesha could hear excited voices, and saw a large grouping of lights

converged around a hole in the tunnel wall. As she got closer, she wondered

what all the excitement was about.

"Ah...Dr.Sakura." Her partner Benjamin Habib smiled confidently as she came

closer. "I think we can settle all our worries now. Come, step inside, see

what we have found!"

Ayesha stepped through the hole, and into a huge chamber.

"Oh my...." Her voice traile off in awed wonder as she beheld tall pillars

covered with hieroglyphics, piles of small gold statuettes, and scatters of

coins and plaques. The walls were also covered with ancient Egyptian

writings, and Ayesha wondered at what they might say.

"Impressed?" Dr. Habib moved past her with a broad smile as he beheld

Ayesha's wonder. "And this isn't even the best part."

"There's more?!" Ayesha gasped as Ben took her arm and led her down the

grand hallway.

They moved on for several minutes, till they came to the end of the hall,

and Ben stopped, bowed, and waved Ayesha on with a flourish. "Voila!!!!"

"Taweret." Ayesha gasped, her eyes going wide, her face flushing with awe.

There, on a pedestal about the height of a man, stood a green statue of the

goddess Taweret. Her hippopatamus head and hugely round belly could leave no

doubt as to who she was, nor could the lions paws on her hands and feet, nor

the crocodile headdress. She was Taweret, in all her glory.

Ayesha moved closer, still in awe, to examine the statue more closely. It

stood about two feet high, and seemed to glow softly with an ethereal light.

Ayesha had first thought it to be painted green, but as she drew near, she

saw something amazing.

"Its jade."

"What....impossible, the Egyptians knew nothing of jade, and the Chinese

and Japanese had no contact with them. How would jade get here." Ben was

obviously doubtful.

"Take a look for yourself, it's jade." Ayesha knew she was right, and if

she knew she was right, there would be now swaying her opinion.

"What are you doing??!!" Ben cried as Ayesha suddenly picked up the heavy

statue and started carrying it out of the hall.

"We have to get this topside. We need to run tests, make sure this is what

it seems to be, before we announce our find to anybody."

"Well...I suppose you are correct. Just be careful!"

"Don't worry, I will!" Ayesha called back as she moved back up the tunnell.

Later that night, Ayesha leaned back with a sigh, her mind confused by the

evidence before her. The statue was made of jade, that had been proven

beyond a doubt, but she could find no evidence to show how it arrived in

Egypt.

"Well, I guess I'll try to see what else you won't tell me tomorrow." She

said softly as she rose from her seat. She patted the statues big belly as

she turned toward her bed.

She climbed in, and pulled the light blanket over her, soon falling into a

deep sleep.

She didn't notice how the statue's eyes starte to glow a soft, gentle

green, or how that same green glow started pulsing from the statue's

belly.....

The next morning, Ayesha woke feeling rather strange. She had had a weird

dream the night before, a dream in which a tall, heavily breasted, amazingly

beautiful, gigantically pregnant woman had stood before her. The woman had

been naked save for a leather headdress, a number of pieces of jewellry, and

a loose, diaphanous white transparent robe that seemed to enhance her gravid

sensuality. Ayesha had thought her the most beautiful woman she had ever

seen, and had felt a desire to be like her; hugely breasted, massively

pregnant, and so amazingly sexy no man or woman would ever be able to resist

her.

In her dream, the woman had smiled at her with a warm, gentle, loving

smile. "Thank you for freeing me." She had said as she came close to the

stunned girl. "Now I can join my fellow gods and goddesses in the Final

City. You have done me a great service, for which I shall be forever

grateful. In gratitude, I grant you your desire, and make you my high

priestess here on this world. I grant you a measure of my power, and ask

only that you reestablish my worship among they who once knew me." The woman

had then caressed her body, pressing lightly on her breasts, belly, and

vulva as Ayesha had gasped from the flood of intense pleasure that came over

her. Ayesha had lain there, stunned by what she had seen, and had felt

herself passing from the dream as the woman smiled again, and vanished in a

soft pulse of light and a sound that was a mix of a lion's roar,

hippopatomus bellow, and crocodile hiss.

"What a weird dream!" Ayesha mumbled as she shifted on her cot, preparing

to rise and go take a shower before the men got up. As she moved, she felt a

heavy weight on her chest, felt something moving about quite a bit, and

wondered what it could be. She lifted the covers, and cried out in shock at

what she saw!

Ayesha had always wanted larger breasts, not that she was really lacking

with a hefty C cup, but she had always wanted a larger, she felt, more

feminine chest.

She now had her wish, ten times more than she had ever expected!

Ayesha stared at a pair of breasts that were easily the size of overblown

basketballs, pushing out tightly against her tanktop. They were beautifully

big and round, amazingly soft, yet firm, in short, they were the kind of

breasts a woman always dreams of having. She now possessed a pair of breasts

the likes of which any pornstar in the world would be jealous of.

"Wha....How....." Ayesha stared at her now huge chest, amazed by the way

they felt on her body, awed by their size, wondering how they had come to

be. Then she remembered....The Dream!!!

"No way...that was just a dream...." Ayesha raised her eyes to the statue,

noticing that is seemed duller than it had before. It still retained its

amazing beauty, but seemed to lack the inner glow it had held before.

"No...I don't believe it....OOOOOHHHHHHHH!"

Ayesha's hand had moved down her body while she stared at the statue and

tried to figure things out, and it had ended up on one of her now huge

breasts. The slight caress of her hand sent waves of pleasure through her

body the likes of which she had never felt before, making her gasp and moan

in erotic delight. Without thinking about it, Ayesha moved her other hand

down to her breasts and started cupping and massaging them as she gasped and

moaned with delight. She could not believe how sensitive they were, how

firmly soft, how erotically charged they seemed to be!

"OHHH....Yesss....!!!!" She hissed as she shuddered in orgasm, her body

bucking and shuddering from the ecstasy. Her hands clutched and massaged her

breasts more firmly as she cried out in her orgasmic delight. She was

entranced by the rapturous orgasms that overwhelmed her again and again,

leaving her whimpering and shuddering in her delight as her cries turned to

mews of contentment.

"Mmmmm...that was delicious!" Ayesha moaned in a sultry purr. "I wonder

what else Taweret did to me?"

She slid slender fingers down her body, along her trim, flat belly, and

down to the moist spot between her legs, beneath the silk panties she was

wearing. She caressed her stiff little clit, and nearly screamed from the

pleasure she felt, her body bucking and orgasming almost instantly. Within

moments, here fingers were diving in and out of her moist slit, her inner

juices making them slick and wet. Her hips bucked and thrust against her

probing fingers as her body writhed in pleasure on her cot. Her panting

cries became screams as she felt herself approaching a mind blowing orgasm.

An orgasm she had been waiting all her life to experience.

As Ayesha was reveling in her new body, the men of the camp were starting

to wake up.

Ben Habib was the first to arise, as always. He made his way out of his

tent and started toward the shower tent, sure that he would have the place

all to himself this early in the morning. In order to reach the shower, he

had to pass Ayesha's tent. As he did so, he lush, ripe, erotic scent flooded

over his senses. It was the most erotic, arousing scent he had ever smelled!

He felt his member surge to erectness in moments, felt a driving need take

over his body, a need that he could not ignore. Had he been able to see

himself, he would have been amzed to note that his eyes had taken on an odd

green glow, and his face was set in a trancelike state. He was caught in the

spell of Ayesha's new power. He was the first, but he would not be the last.

He rushed to Ayesha's tent and ripped open the flap.

Ayesha lay on her cot, now naked, her body writhing and humping in erotic

abandonment, her feminine parts exposed to his hungry eyes in open

invitation.

"Come to me..."Purred Ayesha."Bless me with your seed."

Ben, helpless to do anything else, rushed forward and tore off his pants.

He grabbed Ayesha's legs, pulling them wide apart, and rammed his steel hard

member into her moist, hot lovebox.

Ayesha threw back her head with a scream of passioned ecstasy as she felt

herself being impaled on Ben's shaft. She bucked and thrust against him, her

hands clawing at his chest, his shoulders, or moving to squeeze her lush,

ripe breasts as they both cried out with pleasure. Their rythmic pants

filled the morning air as their bodies moved in erotic tandem.

Ben did not last very long. Only a few minutes into their passion, he gave

a grunting cry as he felt his member spasm in release, spewing his white,

creamy seed into Ayesha's wanting snatch.

Almost as soon as he was done, the trance like state came over him again,

and he rose to his feet and walked out of the tent. A moment later, another

man entered.

All through the morning, as the men in camp woke up, Ayesha received the

men and their seed, each time feeling more feminine than she did before. She

could feel the loads of seed squirming inside her, racing to find her eggs

and fuse with them.

As the sun reached its noonday peak, Ayesha rose from her cot, still naked.

She went to the table were the idol stood, smiling as she caressed it,

feeling the warm glow from within as she felt the seed she had collected

meet with her eggs.

"It is time my goddess." She said softly as she grabbed the idol with one

hand on each side of its swollen belly.

"So it is." Came the rich, sultry, sensually feminine voice from behind

her.

Ayesha turned, and there stood Taweret, just as lovely, just as sensual and

just as hugely pregnant as she had been the night before. The goddess smiled

at her and held her arms wide in invitation. "Come to me my priestess."

Ayesha came close to her goddess, smiling in a sultry way as she did so,

her hips swaying seductively, eyes heavy and lusting, lips moist and softly

parted. Due to Taweret's hugely swollen state, Ayesha had to step close to

her on her right side, pressing herself against her goddess as they both

moaned in soft delight. The side of one of Ayesha's huge tits carresed the

side of one of Taweret's milk-swollen globes, and both women cried out from

the electric thrill that passed over their bodies from the contact.

Taweret smiled gently, seductively, at Ayesha as she placed her slender

right hand on Ayesha's flat, trim belly, and raised her other one over her

gigantically swollen belly to cup the back of Ayesha's head with her slender

fingers. "Now my priestess, I give you my blessing."

Saying that, Taweret bent her head and kissed Ayesha. Gently at first, then

more firmly, more passionately as Ayesha softly moaned in delight and

returned the passion of her kiss. They stood that way for some time,

Ayesha's hands rubbing all over Taweret's lush form as she moaned loudly in

her excitement. Taweret's hand began caressing Ayesha's belly, moving in

slow circles that started at her navel, then moved out to cover her whole

belly.

Ayesha's eyes snapped wide, now glowing a soft, vibrant green, as she felt

a growing heaviness in her belly. Along with that heaviness she felt a

growing pressure, a pleasurable sense of filling that left her panting and

wanting more. And more came.

As Ayesha kissed her goddess she felt more of the pleasurable sensation

fill her belly, felt her belly becoming heavier, and knew her belly was

growing, swelling with the developing children all the men had impregnated

her with. She slid one hand down her body, and moaned with delight as she

felt her belly now hugely swollen. Easily the size of a woman full term with

triplets, her swollen waist grew even as she touched it. She felt the skin

stretching beneath her fingers, felt the smooth tautness of her skin, the

erotic ripeness of her gravid, huge belly. Her cries were muffled due to the

fact she was still kissing Taweret, but they filled the tent nonetheless.

Her body humped and bucked in the goddesses arms, her hips thrusting into

the air as her belly grew bigger and bigger, swelling to the size of a woman

full term with octuplets. The skin started to take on a smooth, shiny look

as her belly grew bigger still.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Taweret released her

priestess from her passionate embrace. She stepped back from Ayesha with a

smile, satisfied with what she had done.

"You are magnificent!" Taweret breathed in delight.

And magnificent Ayesha was.

She was now dressed in a long, flowing, diaphanous robe of transparent

green. The robe flowed about her like a lush, green river, highlighting her

natural grace and beauty. As she had left it open the folds only slightly

covered her huge round breasts, leaving part of her dark areola visible but

hiding her stiff nipples, and fell in a loose caress about her gigantically

swollen belly. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, the ends

caressing her round, ripe buttcheeks, held in place by a circlet of gold

that formed an Isis Knot on her forehead. Her beautiful face glowed with a

gentle, maternal yet sensual beauty that would have made any man fall to his

knees in awe of her, yet her body exuded a sensual allure that would have

made any man ravish her upon command. Her every line exuded a ripe

sensuality that none could deny, and no man would ever by able to resist.

Her huge, round breasts, perched atop the massive globe of her belly, only

enhanced her incredible, sensual femininity.

She was the embodiment of everything feminine and maternal.

"Now go my priestess. Go and create a temple and following for me!"

Commanded Taweret.

"Yes my Mistress." Ayesha said in a throaty, sensual voice.

End of part One.