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The True King of Egypt

It was like any other evening in the Peabody Institute of Egyptian History, one of the most prestigious institutions in the entire Eastern half of the United States. Dr. Michael Samuels was one of the lead researchers at the institution, and responsible for the cataloging and classification of new material that their research team had sent from their ongoing expedition at the Valley of the Kings in Egypt.

It had been some time since any artifacts had been sent from his colleagues oversees, and Dr. Samuels was about to send a team out to check on the status of the excavation. Though it was not uncommon for there to be some delay in correspondence from researchers abroad, the absence of any update from the archaeological team for several months had raised some concern. Thankfully a new shipment consisting of a long, nearly 800 lb wooden crate and various statuettes and other artifacts of religious significance had arrived earlier that day from his team, which alleviated many of his concerns. Dr. Samuels was also a bit disappointed in the Professor's tardiness with this latest submission, sure that Dr. Robinson had taken to the Cairo nightlife rather than focusing his energies on their mandate with the institute.

Although the small statuettes were of no special archaeological significance, one thing that stood out to Dr. Samuels from the new arrivals were four life-size, jet-black statues of crocodile men adorned in traditional Egyptian jewelry. It hinted that the site was perhaps the center of a cult to Sobek, the Egyptian crocodile god. The statues were struck in incredible detail; everything from the sharpness of the reptiles' visible teeth in their elongated, slightly open maws, to the bulging musculature. It was certainly a surprise to Dr. Samuels as he examined them, who had never seen such detailed work from this period of Egyptian art. What surprised him the most was how unimpacted by age the samples appeared. Although it was common in the dry Egyptian climate for artifacts to last thousands of years longer than they normally would in other sites, the new finds were remarkable for their attention to detail and how un-weathered they were. But what probably piqued his interest the most was the material that they were made out of.

Latex... while it was an unrefined form of it there was no denying that it definitely had the same molecular structure. It was something he had not expected to find in the ruins of an ancient Egyptian tomb. It was quite an amazing find, for such a new medium to be used in their artwork meant that a whole new realm of Egyptian anthropology could be explored. Even though it meant he was in for a whole lot of paperwork, he also knew that the find meant that several papers could easily be written and published in his name. All he needed to do was snap a few pictures of the statues and send them to the International Archaeological Database to be certified.

After he had taken photos of the small statues his focus shifted onto the very large crate that dominated a corner of a room. If whatever was in the large crate was also made of the same latex then that meant that they were able to use the substance for large works of art as well. He could feel his excitement levels rise as he brought the crowbar out, the wood splintering as he popped open the lid. After nearly a minute of exertion he finally managed to get the entire thing pried loose, and he opened it excitedly to see what prize the excavation team found him.

Laying before him was a massive, intricately carved statue of the crocodile god Sobek. Every detail from the massive, muscular, clawed feet of the statue to the fierce, toothy appearance of the god's face was struck in perfect detail. It was covered entirely in the same black latex as the other muscular statues, this statue of the revered Egyptian god was truly a sight to behold. The doctor began to examine the artifact before snapping the required pictures, looking over the shiny, slitted eyes, which looked to be made of some sort of ivory material, but he couldn't be too sure until further tests were run. The statue's muscular arms, which were as thick in width as three of Dr. Samuels' arms, crossed the beast's chest in the traditional pharaonic burial position. It confused Dr. Samuels, although many of the Egyptian gods were struck in such a fashion, a statue of Sobek in such a pose had never been discovered to date! If luck would have it, this find would make Dr. Samuels famous and bring him prestige, and the donations that come with it to the institute. Smiling, Dr. Samuels readied his camera, looking through the viewfinder at the impressive statue that was as large as two men, finding himself drawn to its ivory eyes.

As he framed up the shot, something suddenly moved that caused him to pause briefly. He could have sworn the eyes... blinked? With his camera he zoomed in on them to make sure he wasn't crazy, and as he did so he felt himself be drawn in even more to those lustrous ivory orbs. They seemed to have several other colors shimmering on the surface like an oil slick, moving and shimmering constantly. It was such a mesmerizing pattern, so fluid and alluring, that he didn't even notice when the statue began to move.

Dr. Samuels lowered the camera so he could further examine the almost hypnotic pattern appearing deep within the beast's slitted gaze. He was so enthralled by the dancing, shifting patterns of the Egyptian god's eyes that he barely noticed as the nearly 12-feet tall beast rose onto its wicked, clawed hindlegs. His entire world was in those eyes as he stood there, unable to look away or grasp any other concept than the shifting, swirling, multi-colored patterns that enveloped his very being.

"Yes." Sobek hissed, reaching down and rubbing a scaly latex paw under his chin. With surprising strength he lifted him up, his entire body drifting off of the stone tile floor as he brought their eyes even closer together. "You will do just fine..."

As he was lifted from the cold stone floor of the research facility, Dr. Samuels felt a sense of shock and dread filling him as he faded out of the hypnotic state and he fully realized what was happening. The seemingly harmless statue that laid in a crate mere moments ago now stood before him, no longer a potentially groundbreaking artifact but now a horrifying creature that had him by the neck. He flailed at grasped the shiny, rubbery black flesh of the beast's wrist, trying to pry himself free from the beast. He could hardly get any air as the monster exerted tremendous pressure on his windpipe, his vision blacking out around the edges as he looked into its eyes pleadingly, but... there was something so mesmerizing about them. As he gazed at them, he couldn't understand why he felt so panicked... although adrenaline was pumping through his veins in response to his shock. He felt an overwhelming calm feeling flood his consciousness, and he couldn't remember what about this situation bothered him... all he knew was that those glowing white-slitted eyes were just so beautiful to look at...

"There you are... just relax..." Sobek let the man regain some air, though he continued to keep his paw on his chin so that he could keep their eye contact. As he looked into the human's eyes he could see right through them into his very soul, the very essence that made Dr. Samuels who he was laid out before him. As the hypnotic pattern of his eyes continued to enthrall his victim he started to poke around, seeing what desires he could exploit. "Mmmm, so much buried here, so much repression... wouldn't it be better to just... let it go?"

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief unlike any that he'd ever had in his entire life. All of his worries, fears, anxieties and sadness left him in a single instance. He felt at peace, completely at ease with his life. Although he felt a small twinge of regret as his mind contemplated his old, now detached anxieties. He knew that as soon as he went home to his wife, his children, and his day-to-day routine that the same awful feelings would consume him again. Human feelings... a strange thought shot through his mind, blending in with the others to the point of becoming indistinguishable from his own.

The image of the massive, jet-black, muscular reptilian god playing with his captive like a cat with a mouse would have been a terrifying one to Dr. Samuels had he been in a more sober mindset. The beast was nearly three times his size as its dry, hot breath covered his face, beads of sweat rolled down Dr. Samuels face as he dangled limply from Sobek's herculean claw. Sobek watched the mental changes taking place and grinned, his mental stability crashing around him with a few well-placed strands of his own deific consciousness. He had already gotten the good doctor to stop his identification as human, so all he had to do was change a few more things and he would be perfect...

Sobek took the human and pressed the smaller being against his chest, letting him feel his thick muscles and rubbery scales while still keeping his eyes in check. "Feels good, doesn't it?" The Crocodile God murmured, playing it slow as his skillful fingers began to massage his shoulders. "The touch of a God, a male God... feeling the virility as it... throbs beneath you." He smiled as the thick member that dangled beneath the human began to grow hard, the huge length beginning to rub against his leg as it continued to stiffen in arousal.

Images of Sobek's shiny, massive, and muscular form flashed through Dr. Samuel's mind, his mouth watered at the thought of the Nile god's perfectly defined pecs and his chiseled abs. Sobek truly was the most perfect, masculine being to ever had existed, Dr. Samuels thought to himself as his eyelids slackened, an absent-minded look growing across his face as he fell deeper and deeper under Sobek's spell. He didn't know how he was certain that this beast was the god Sobek himself... but somehow, instinctively, Dr. Samuels knew it to be true. As the beast's shiny, latex scales glistened under the fluorescent lights of the room, Dr. Samuels found his gaze leaving Sobek's for the first time, his eyes trailing along the edges of the god's perfectly sculpted muscles all the way down to his fearsome claws before his eyes stopped at the beast's throbbing, glistening member. In his enthralled mind the throbbing veins and the glistening drop of pre that leaked from the beast's massive, jet-black mushroom head should have been one of the most breathtaking sights that he could fathom, a sense of revulsion filled him. This... this wasn't right, he didn't like cocks! And he definitely didn't like cocks like this... shiny, jet-black cocks that stretched to inhuman lengths. He shook his head, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to shake the image from his mind, trying to think of all of his sexual escapades... of the countless times that he had with his wife and old girlfriends.

Sobek chuckled to himself as he watched the stands of the human's consciousness rise to the top of his mind, seeing his thoughts as he tried to hold onto his heterosexuality. With them brought to the forefront it made it easy for the God to alter them, a thick claw slicing through several of the mental images and erasing the female presence to them. Once that was done he left his claw next to the broken thought, watching as a black tendril of his own connected to it. Almost immediately foreign thoughts began to flood the scientist's head; the females he had so cling to were quickly replaced with images of males, mainly friends that the crocodile god thought were handsome enough to suit his purposes. Since the human had never experienced the pleasure of his own sex the god manipulated the scenes with his own knowledge, letting Dr. Samuels feel the pleasure that he so often gave to his acolytes.

Dr. Samuels let out a chesty moan as the perky breasts, hourglass figures, and tight pussies of his memories were shifted and warped into muscular pecs and abs, round bubble butts, and bulging, veiny cocks. He felt his cock harden at the thoughts at the crocodile god twisted and warped his heterosexuality, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as false memories of being fucked in the ass and throbbing cocks bumping against his prostate filled his mind. The Doctor let out a light whine, knowing fully well that his mind was being molded beyond recognition by the supernatural abilities of this powerful beast. He was so caught up in the moment that he barely noticed the four other crocodile statues begin to move, their latex forms slowly approaching the pair as their massive cocks hardened under their loincloths, their massive members reaching nearly to their nipples as they shuddered in arousal as they quickly shed the unnecessary clothing.

"Oh dear, it looks like your former colleagues are no longer content to sit and watch." Sobek teased as he watched his latex croc slaves begin to surround them, licking his lips as he could feel their restrained pleasure while they watched. He knew they would not move a muscle to help themselves release without his say, and he had far better uses for their cocks then a mere show. "What do you say Dr. Samuel's, would you like your soon to be fellow worshippers show you how it's done? I say they're more than willing to show you..."

The Doctor struggled against the mental hold that the beast had on him, fighting futilely against the tendrils of Sobek's power that had dug deep within his mind. He tried to muster the strength to say no, to break free from the paralysis of lust that he was caught in as his cock stood at full mast, a steady stream of precum forming a stain in the front of his pants. "N....n... ngh! P...please... let me..." The Doctor struggled to say, his voice shaking as he struggled against the new perverted urges filling his mind. "Let me...s... suck those fat cocks!" The Doctor's eyes widened as his voice betrayed him; waves of lust and pleasure throbbed through his body as he finished that sentence, knowing it to be what he truly desired now.

"You heard him." Sobek smiled as he turned the human around and pushed him forward, the black tendrils of his power extending from his palm to the skulls of the four latex crocodile-men that surrounded him. "Leave his ass for me though, the pleasure of his change will be mine." The god's servants nodded in sync with one another as they moved towards the trembling human, one of them fell to his knees in front of the restrained member and slashed the fabric away with his claws. The second stood right behind him, grabbing the researcher by the head with one hand while he held onto his cock with the other. It was so big that he didn't have to bend down much, the huge, scaly monster's cockhead right in front of him as he was guided down towards it. The other two waited on each side of him, their huge hands stripping him of his shirt as their slick, latex cocks pressed against his body.

The Doctor's body shuddered as he felt the cool, slick latex of the beastly crocodile cocks rub against him, his pants falling to the floor as the crocodile below him slashed them to allow his hard cock to spring free. His mouth watered as he lowered his face onto the massive crocodile dick before him, but while the taste was incredible pangs of disappointment filled his mind as he realized that he could hardly get more than the delicious mushroom head into his mouth, his tongue massaging it vigorously to try to make up for the inconvenience. The other two crocodiles began to push their cocks against his abs and back, giving him a sensuous massage with their inhumanly long manhoods as they began to rub their leaking precum all over him, his skin darkening as it absorbed the infectious fluids.

As the kneeling crocodile took Samuel's meager member into his maw he could feel the still-human fluids dripping down his throat, his thick latex tongue sliding along the sensitive flesh. As he engulfed it his saliva, which was black and with an almost syrup-like consistancy, absorbed it almost instantly, as though it began to suck up the tainted fluid of its own accord. The more the cock in his mouth took in the bigger it seemed to swell, the normally tan flesh growing darker and darker as the first of many changes began. Before long the once-small member now fit snugly inside the crocodile's muzzle, bumping up against his throat as he began to slide his scaly lips up and down the toughened length as the human's hips began to thrust back. Sobek watched the beginnings of the conversion eagerly, gently teasing his own godly penis with his smooth palm before he could take it no longer and moved up behind the human. His hot breath brushed against the back of his neck as he grabbed Dr. Samuel's by the hips, his cock leaking pre blacker than night itself as he nodded to the others to continue their ministrations.

The Doctor was so overwhelmed by lust and pleasure between the crocodile cock that was deep throating him and the hot, wet mouth of the crocodile that was servicing him as his hips began to gyrate wildly, thrusting his now comically large cock into the beast's elastic throat. He let out a whine of pleasure as he felt the walls of the beast's esophagus wrap tightly against his cock, like a sinister cocksleeve as it robbed his member of its human feature, coating it in jet black latex as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He began to feel a tingling sensation in his throat as the crocodile beast that was fucking his mouth began to leak his monstrous fluids into his mouth, the monster shoving its meat deeper inside of the Doctor than he ever imagined possible. He was so caught up in the onslaught of cock that he barely noticed Sobek grabbing him by the hips, aiming his monstrous dick straight at his virgin pucker as he prepared to eradicate the last of the Doctor's humanity and claim him as his newest minion.

Sobek rubbed the head of his massive cock between the changing human's cheeks, smiling eagerly as the human began to push back against his tip. "My my, already such a slut for his lord's staff already." He said with a chuckle as he heard the doctor merely moan in reply as he tried to stuff more of his minion's cock deeper into his throat. As the crocodile god grabbed the two flanking slaves and pressed their huge cocks against the human's flesh he slowly began to press into his new convert. He could feel the human's body scream out in pleasure as he felt those tight anal walls press against his latex cock.

The Doctor had never felt such pleasure in his entire life as the behemoth piece of meat pressed into him, the crocodile god's precum seeping into his anal walls as they began to become self lubricating and elastic. His hole had become so wet with need as this beast... no, his master, began to touch and tickle him in places he never knew he had before. The latex fluid of his assailants dribbled down his chin, sides, and ass cheeks as he was assaulted with cock, and he began to feel a tingling sensation course deep inside of him. As the precum began to soak through his skin as the affected areas cracked and grew shiny, his new latex scales beginning to cover his torso. He clenched his eyes shut as nearly unbearable levels of pleasure began to course through him, his irises becoming a glowing green color as his pupils lengthened and stretched, becoming reptilian slits.

"Your body is mine..." Sobek hissed as Doctor Samuel's frame grew as more and more of his power pushed into him along with his cock. "You mind is mine... all that is left for me is your soul. But I will not take it, no, you will give it to me once you cum inside the maw of my minion. In return I will give you a new soul, a soul as black as your new body when you become my slave for the rest of eternity."

"Nng...yessss, my lord!" Doctor Samuels hissed as the latex began to crawl up his neck, his chin and nose stretching out into a long, reptilian snout as his teeth began to multiply and sharpen. His nose twisted and morphed as it melted into his face, leaving behind just two reptilian nostrils atop his lengthy, thick, crocodile snout. As the latex invaded his mouth his tongue elongated into a point, which he immediately put to use began rubbing it against the meaty gator cock in his mouth. He began to thrust his hips and elongated snout back and forth vigorously, fucking the face of the crocodile slave on his knees before him as he was fucked eagerly by his new lord, his new everything, Sobek.

He no longer had the faintest recollection of his old life, of his old friends or family, to the point he didn't even recognize that he once worked at the research laboratory that he was being raped in. Sobek's mental tentacles had dug so deep into Doctor Samuels psyche that they began to corrupt and taint what used to be the Doctor's very identity, replacing all recollection of his old life with a sense of obedience and loyalty to his new master and lord. His body shuddered in pleasure as he let out a large bull crocodile roar, the loud monstrous noise echoing throughout the hallowed halls of the institute as his mind was completely and utterly consumed by Sobek.

The god's thick claws pressed against his chest, the points pressed against his thick, scaly latex hide as the erotic corruption of the new slaves soul was matched only by the pleasure that came from the new crocodile's tight tailhole as he poured his own deific seed into him. Sobek kept Samuel's backside pressed tight against his groin as he emptied jet after jet into him, which sealed his fate completely. Overwhelmed by the sensations and given mental permission by his master, the slave felt his own climax wash over him, the milky-white fluid quickly turning black and oily as the last of his humanity was purged from him.

The new slave knelt on his hands and knees, panting raspily, his transformed jet-black chest inflating and deflating as he basked in the residual pleasure from his first afterglow. Not a trace of his old memories or personality was left within him. He had been completely changed, physically and mentally. The only thoughts that existed within him were obedience, obedience to his new master, his new god, Sobek. He had no sense of individuality; his ego had been completely annihilated. He was now just an extension of Sobek's will, eager and hungry to induct new humans into his master's army. The light from a desktop lamp bounced off his shiny new form, his fearsome dagger-like teeth dripping with black saliva. His cock stood at full mast, his mushroom head glistening from fluids that remained from his induction. He stared with his new, slitted eyes toward his master, eager for whatever task his master would issue him.

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The next night the entire museum was open for the previewing of the newest works that had been dug up from the Egyptian desert. As per Dr. Samuel's request it was a small affair, only a dozen of the richest patrons of the area were invited to a V.I.P. party. The opening of the exhibition was accompanied by fine food and music. Aside from the usual artifacts, pieces of clay and fragments of tools, the center of the room was taken up entirely with an exhibit stage dedicated entirely to the god Sobek. It seemed to also be the theme of the party, the waiters that came by with food and beverage, as well as the band, all seemed to have the same type of crocodile masks styled in the same fashion as the statues themselves.

After about an hour of the patrons mingling with one another their attention was suddenly turned towards the exhibit by a very loud voice. To their surprise and bemusement it was a man in what appeared to be a full black latex crocodile costume, complete with Egyptian style jewelry and a brightly colored loincloth. "I'm glad to see that you have all come." Dr. Samuels said, though his voice had gained a much smoother and deeper tone then before. "You have all been invited to this, the unveiling of a new god upon our very midst."

"Is that you Dr. Samuels?" One of the men spoke up with a chuckle. "I didn't think that the museum was this desperate for funds to put their 'respected' paleontologists get into costumes. By god, you look ridiculous."

"Oh, I don't think he looks bad at all." Sobek said as he unfroze from his statuesque pose, causing everyone there to gasp slightly and take several steps back. "You could say that you learn to love it."

The crocodilian deity smirked as they all looked at the creature before them, some of them in awe while others merely tried to figure out what sort of gimmick was being used. Despite the reason, every time someone made contact with his hypnotic eyes he could feel them forge an instant bond with him. Soon all conversations ceased, each individual ensnared in his gaze as white lines of consciousness streamed towards him. The waiters and band continued on with their tasks, Sobek had no need to connect to them since the masks they wore did an excellent job keeping them under his spell.

"Now, if there are no further questions I will be accepting 'donations' now." Sobek said with a chuckle as his five loyal thralls moved through the party to satisfy the needs of their 'guests', pulling down the pants of those closest to them as he began to send his power into their minds. Their lives of privilege had made their willpower exceptionally soft, with only a few twists of his fingers some of them had become so influenced by his might that they dropped to their needs and began to lick on his acolytes engorged members. As clothing quickly became optional those that didn't have a crocodile to play with turned their new-found lusts onto the wait staff, the masks losing their guise as it merged with their flesh and began their transformation.

With the most influential people in the area now under his control, Sobek sat down on the chair that served as a makeshift throne. "A new Egyptian empire... my Egyptian empire..." The deity hissed to himself as he stroked his shaft, watching his new slaves enjoy themselves as he fed upon their corrupted desires. "What a fine world to wake up too..."