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Athir dropped the object she so sought, as a strong gust of wind filled the surrounding corridors deep within the tomb, giving her quite the fright. The ancient statue, thankfully undamaged as she gave it a hasty inspection. Athir didn't go through all the trouble of breaking into the temple, sneaking past the surrounding camp of archaeologists, just to damage the merchandise. She had patiently waited for an opportunity to get inside unnoticed, to acquire whatever treasures that may lay within. But she never imagined something like this would fall into her possession.

The statue was heavy but small enough to be portable, a finely detailed gold scorpion; coated with various jewels and ancient symbols. Normally the items she took would be of collector and historic value, were as this particular one was of great value from its materials alone. Athir would undoubtedly have little trouble finding a buyer of the statue, all she would to do was sneak back out noticed.

Making a living by selling her own people's history on the black market; sometimes made Athir question her own morality. But like anyone in business outside the law, calming ones inner concerns was only a rationalization away.

The archaeologists outside were foreign, the statue undoubtedly ending up in some British or American museum. Most of Athir's buyers were native to the country, and hence in her own way; she was keeping the history of her people where it belonged. Granted, in some rich locals private collection. But at the very least, local.

So Athir began making her way down the dark sandy corridor, quite possibly being the only person to tread on this ground for thousands of years. The dim light of her lantern giving very little visibility into the distance, but Athir had kept track of her steps; and only needed to reverse them. Statue bagged and under arm, she slowly walked through the darkness to make her escape. The occasional cobweb hindering her progress.

She exited the corridor into the main chamber, a surprisingly large rectangular room for underground temples such as this. Filled with columns either side; bearing symbols and texts that escaped her knowledge. A large oval stone slab raised above the ground before her, perhaps once being a space for activities or the placing of objects, but nothing being present now to her eyes. Perhaps being the location of a throne that was long lost with whatever civilization built this place? Whatever the case, it was between her and the way out, so she stepped upon its surface and continued in that direction.

Suddenly, stone doors closed either side of the room. Covering the pathway which she had just came from, and the exit on the other side. Before Athir could react to this undoubtedly unnerving event, the room was set ablaze as fires lit themselves either side; along the rooms length. Athir was sealed inside.

She damned it all. She did not experience any sort of pressure plate she may has stood on, and if there were; it would have activated on her entry. Either way, there were no other visible exits, she could see that clearly now from the light of the flames. Despite her racing heart, Athir pushed her fears aside and; and thought on her next move. The only one being presently available, to wait for the archaeologists to find her and undoubtedly send her swiftly off the jail. A possibility she didn't particularly savour, but one she didn't have much of a say in.

So reluctantly, Athir removed the statue from the bag and placed it on the floor. Using the bag to make herself comfortable on the sand coated floor. There was nothing to do but wait for morning, nothing for company but that statue to tease her with its potential value. Within her possession, but bringing her nothing.

Sitting with only the sound of the fires to keep her company, Athir became curious as to its origin. Inspecting the area, there didn't appear to be any ignition source, any fuel to burn. If she didn't know better, it looked as if the flames were just burning happily on top of the flooring. Whatever means this long dead civilization used to create this paler trick, it was rather impressive. Even to this experienced tomb raider, she couldn't figure out how it was done.

Looking upward, Athir's sight was brought to the various symbols and pictograms decorating the walls. They appeared to move under the flickering of the flames against the darkness, areas being highlighted shortly; before returning to blackness. Although she did not understand them, they were the only visual stimulation for her to observe. So she made her way around the room, following the pictures as she went. They portrayed wars and worship, ceremonies and traditions. Offerings made to their god, which given the statue she attempted to steal; was unsurprisingly a scorpion. Realizing now that scorpion legs spanned the entire room, her exploration leading her to its face.

There was something very unusual about the image, being difficult to inspect with clarity; given the ever shifting flames. Athir inspected it closely, trying not to close her eyes; lest she lose sight of it again. Until finally, she was given the shock of her life as the entire image clearly moved.

Athir recoiled in fright, falling back and landing on the floor backside first. The flames that lit the room flared, bringing the entire area into clarity. Wide eyed, she witnessed in disbelief as all the pictograms surrounding the room moved angrily. Particularly the threatening motions of the giant scorpion whose size dwarfed everything else. Just as shocking, she could hear them yelling at her, all yelling in unison a single word which she understood all too clearly.

"Thief!"

Mind racing to find some rationality in all this madness, Athir came to the conclusion that she was hallucinating from lack of oxygen. The room was sealed, the fires that had lit burning away what little oxygen that was left; and she was soon to die. Getting back to her feet, Athir ran wall to wall crying and screaming for assistance, calling for help, that she was dying in here. Fists banging on the walls, first for attention; and then to batter the various pictures that mocked and accused her. Tears in her eyes, Athir apologised and pleased with the pictures to leave her alone.

She ran to the raised area in which she sat before, curling into a ball and begging for forgiveness. Repeatedly and consistently, begging for forgiveness. Until finally, there was silence.

Athir remained curled up for a moment more, before cautiously peering out. All the symbols, the various pictures that had decorated the room had gone. The walls left blank. All but one, what remained was the scorpion, still animated and and observing her silently. She slowly uncurled and looked up at him on all fours, the two simply watching each other. Until Athir broke the silence, forgetting her previous diagnosis and begging the pictogram scorpion to let her go. Pleas that appeared to fall on death ears, as the scorpion simply remained silent and watchful. Changing approach, Athir asked of the animated picture what she could do for it. What could she do to make up for her... crimes.

This question seemed to stir something within the picture, as its movements livened. The various legs of the scorpion tapping against a none existent floor, its pincers twitching excitedly. To which a incorporeal voice, appearing to emanate from the very rock of the wall in which the scorpion resided, gave its answer.

"Serve"

No sooner than after that word was said, Athir felt a dramatic and sharp pain in her back. So great was it, that Athir broke out into a long and deep scream, like someone had just slid a knife into her back. Shaking with agony, she carefully looked behind; so not to provoke whatever wound had undoubtedly been inflicted on her. But nothing was there. She could feel that something long and sharp had pieced her body, she could clearly feel it there, but her eyes were unable to see it. Even now, as she wanted to fall to the floor and weep for her pain. It felt as if she had backed into a nail on the wall, its inability to move preventing her decent.

Looking up, Athir witnessed the pictogram scorpions tail moving in a manner that felt disturbingly similar to how the foreign object in her body moved. Each visible pull of it, being replicated by the movements of the invisible object in her back. A spreading throbbing sensation emanating from the wound, spreading across her back, as if she had been injected with a poison now eating away at her body. Causing it to swell and hurt.

Finally, as the pictogram retracted its tail, the invisible stinger slipped out of her none existent wound; and Athir was allowed to fall to her knees. Much to her surprise, all the sensations of a deep and sever wound inflicted on her back completely disappearing as she did so. All that remained was the poisonous effects, still spreading throughout her body. Free from the greater pain, Athir quickly rose up and looked to the scorpion, to find it too had disappeared along with the others. The walls of the room now completely bare.

Athir was now left alone and confused as to whether what she had just experienced was actually real. The flames still burned, but appeared calm. The events just prior being very vivid, the pain feeling so real, but what had occurred simply being impossible. If it was a lack of oxygen that caused a hallucination, she shouldn't have recovered. But all was at peace, and if she had fallen asleep; she certainly didn't notice when it happened or when she woke.

Athir contemplated the matter for a while, before her thoughts were interrupted by a most unusual sensation. Something she had never experienced before. It felt as if something popped inside, down below; between her legs. Just a sudden movement with no determinable cause or origin. It happened again, followed by another. With each of these abnormal sensations, her thighs feeling as if they were being stressed and pulled. These unusual feelings becoming of considerable concern, as the pain and pressure grew with each internal movement.

It felt as if her lower body, particularly the area located between her legs, was lengthening. That was the only way Athir could describe what she was experiencing. And with each lengthening of her lower area, her legs were being pulled and strained; as their connection to her body didn't appear to be growing to compensate. Athir's description of the sensations becoming most fitting, as she felt around the area under her cloths; and could only come to that same conclusion. Her lower body was lengthening, it was actually lengthening.

Upon realising that, the pain and stress placed on her legs proved too great; and Athir was forced to the ground. Moaning as the femur bones connecting the legs to her body began shifting within her, very concerning clicking noises filling the room. The length of Athir's lower body becoming shockingly clear, as her pants began to distort and be pulled from her by its length. Fearing what lay under, she began discarding her shoes so that she could remove her pants and observe exactly what was happening. Legs being rather painful to move as she manoeuvred them, so that she may free herself of the restrictive clothing.

Athir almost wished she hadn't. As what was revealed under them was an absurdly and inhumanly long lower body, underwear barely coping to cover it all. The area below her stomach and between her hips having extended considerably. The genitals as far as she could tell were in their original location, while her thighs were being pulled across its full length. The bone, muscles and skin of her legs struggling to cope with the strain her crotches new length was placing on them, not growing with her lower body; and feeling as if they could rip in two if this kept on going. Athir not knowing what to prioritize, the pain of her body; or the monstrosity of her changing shape. Regardless, something had to give, as she didn't know how much more stretching her legs could take.

This was answered as Athir wailed to the feeling of muscles being torn apart, the insides of her legs ripping as they were pulled further by the extending lower body. First internally, and then even the surface skin began to tear and bleed. Bones fracturing underneath, Athir screamed louder than she had ever screamed, an unbearable agony as her flesh tore and bled; as if some phantom was ripping her apart while she still lived. Between the cries, Athir could only plead and bed for mercy, her blood puddling on the floor as the tears in her flesh continued further down the length of the legs.

The sound of underwear tearing and falling to the floor beneath her, leaving her lower body and private area bare, was of no significance when compared to what was happening to Athir's legs. Bloodied, squirming segments of flesh barely holding together being torn further apart as her lower body continued to grow. A pain without comparison amongst Athir's memories, and one undoubtedly in her mind; would be the end of her. Looking over her legs and being able to see twitching muscles, bones, pumping veins and other things that shouldn't be exposed to the surrounding air.

The rips continued right down to Athir's feet, lines between toes; splitting her foot into bleeding segments. A most unusual separation of flesh, cleanly defined lines cutting her legs into equal portions, but something Athir's mind was too preoccupied with the horror and feelings of what was occurring to notice. That is, until a segment ripped itself from the whole, and astonishingly stepped forward. Even amidst this agony, Athir couldn't help but notice the now independent limb step into her sight. Under her control, having its own individual sensations. Granted, at this moment, them only being pain.

Athir cried out again and again as the others tore from the main limbs, either side of her body, spreading out into finely sliced independent segments. Her legs were no more, instead four slices of them sat either side of Athir, each offering a disturbing fully functioning internal view of what had once been her legs. All she could do was weep, for her pain; and the monstrosity of what was happening.

Each limb twitching and moving independently, getting a feel for their new individuality. Before they appeared to condense down, vertically thinning; as their mass bulged outward to form more rounded and limb like shapes. The dark naturally tanned skin melted over their newly forming shape, coating the bare muscles and slivers of bone. Until finally Athir felt relief, as the limbs sealed themselves closed, taking the pain with them.

For a few moments, Athir had to lay there silently, recovering from the agony she had just experienced. She could feel something was very wrong with her body, her lower area continuing to lengthen and enlarge even now, spreading the limbs further across it. But she was not emotionally ready to take note, despite the exotic sensations, she had to breath and recover. Building her strength before she could face whatever lay next.

Opening her eyes, Athir cried. Not through pain this time, but witnessing the monstrous deformity of her body. Four thin limbs rested either side of her, each having a single toe at its end; with the exception of the furthest back two, which rested on two little toes. They were movable but weak, barley having the strength to lift with what little bone was within them. The joints appearing to have redeveloped in each, enabling them to bend and stretch out under her command. What lay between them was a large extension of Athir's lower torso, her spine bending unnaturally into a curve that enabled it to sit just behind her waist. Continuing to grow, to pulsate with increasing mass as it spread longer and larger. Even the new legs, appearing to grow larger and stronger and they further established their individuality.

The new limbs beat down against the floor in rejection, along with her human hands that hammered the stone as she wept. Her mourning being interrupted, as she squirmed involuntarily to the sickening feeling of internal organs being pulled from her abdomen; and into this new length of her body. Athir's stomach sinking inward as digestive track transferred further down, assisting in the growth of the area that lay under her. Realizing that her condition was progressive, Athir screamed in defiance. She screamed at the pictograms, no longer being present; but she imagined were still watching. She didn't want this, she wanted it to stop. She begged them, she pleaded, but the walls remained silent.

Sickening feelings repeatedly interrupted Athir, as the lower torso continued to bulge. Gaining in mass and strength, taking a more dominant presence below her body; as more of Athir's vital organs moved down below. She wanted to get up, to try and somehow escape, but the various limbs proved to be too weak to lift her body; and increasingly less so as it continued to grow. The lower torso was now larger and fatter than her human one. Sending unpleasant feelings of cold stone and gritty sand below its belly; all the way up to the human upper body that sat above it. Assuring Athir, whether she liked it or not, that all this was very much part of her.

The changes once again returned to Athir's legs, as specific areas ached, bringing back the familiar pain to join with the sickening sensations below. It felt as if something was attempting to bend the legs in areas in which there were no joints, refusing to accept its inability to do so. Until finally, the wailing returned as all of Athir's legs began snapping, bending unnaturally as new joints were formed underneath. Popping sounds as knees connected with new joints, the legs taking on a particularly insect like structure; despite the skin and muscles that lay above.

"Does it hurt?"

Athir's eyes widened as the disembodied voice returned. Pushing through the pain and nausea, looking around the room with blurred vision. No images appeared to be present on the walls, but she definitely heard something speak.

"The transition can be made more... agreeable"

Tearful eyes looked up to the ceiling, and Athir begged that the changes stop. That they return her to her original form, that she was sorry, that she would leave and never return again. But all she was given in return was silence. The only sound filling the room was her own moans and cries, the popping of restructuring anatomy. That alien body twitching and squirming below her, various human toes on insectoid legs; brushing against the sandy floor around where she lay. Grunting between breaths, the exotic and unsavoury sensations flowing throughout her being overwhelming her senses. Athir bit her lip and nodded silently.

With that, the pain was gone. The nausea, the agony, the sickening feeling. They all melted away, leaving only the various sensations of her exotic and still changing form. But then there was more, much more. Athir gasped, legs rising in unison and twitching in the air; as a new feeling rushed over her body. Their strain, offering a familiar and intensified sensation; she wouldn't otherwise expect to be coming from every inch of her changing form.

Athir was lost in it. This time not in pain and sickening feelings of her monstrously deforming body, but in the ever so moreish; almost sexual pleasure now rippling over the affected areas. Her mind demanding that she reject what was happening to her, but Athir's flesh couldn't possibly be in any more disagreement. Despite its previous mistreatment, all was forgiven. It welcomed more of the change, provided that those oh so pleasurable sensations kept coming.

Various legs falling to the ground, they tapped the floor excitedly, if only for the impact of her skin on the ground to provide burst after burst of indescribable satisfaction. As if every nerve had been rewired to produce varying degrees of physical enjoyment, which in turn clouded Athir's mind with a euphoria that threatened to mess with her priorities. She was becoming a monster, there was no way of rationalizing around that. A battle taking place in Athir's mind. Her rationality recognising that she was becoming less human by the moment, and the most primitive areas which interpreted the pleasure as signifying a positive event. Willing on the changes further.

However loud her rejections and thoughts, the physical sensations in which she was indulging in only seemed to intensify all the more. Pushing her rational mind further down into the waves of primal pleasure now consuming her.

Athir shrieked in delight as new flesh erupted far behind her, a long meaty stump consuming her backside and reaching further out, forming the beginning of some sort of tail. She looked back, panting lustfully. The wet, veiny, pulsating flesh continuing to curve upward and lengthen. An otherwise disgusting and terrifying sight, only an additional source of intense pleasure in the clouded mind of this young women. Throbbing sacks of muscles bulging along its length, the tail stiffening and lengthening.

An almost sexual display. But then again, everything was to her. Even the slightest movements of her limbs offering equivalent stimulation. But the main source of her delight, what made her entire body rock and shudder, was located on the underside of her new body. Not far from where it was originally located, her knowing just what, despite the new shape it now likely took. Athir gasped as the now very large body below her squirmed under the influence of her privates, the genitals being alien in nature; but still very sensitive and functional. Pleasurable waves flowing outward from the spot, despite the lack of any direct physical stimulation, adding to the already welcome burn of exotic muscles and limbs.

Lost deep within the euphoria of her change, Athir leaned back the best she could, face turned upward. Hands exploring the various bumps and curves of her waists connection with this animalstic lower body, over two swelling lumps forming either side; just under her sunken stomach. Before continuing upward, across her waist and to her chest, each hand resting on a youthful breast. Giving them that little squeeze through her clothing, before impatient hands began ripping the remaining cloth from her body. First her loose shirt, then the bra followed. Bringing her remaining human features into full nudity, panting widely as she did so, as if a feral lust had possessed her to do so.

She lay there as the changes progressed, a now much larger and longer tail visibly rocking in the distance, a fresh layer of skin creeping up its length. Breasts on display and arching her back backward, as she stretched her arms and back to loosen up. As she did so, moaning loudly as the swollen lumps just below her stomach suddenly burst open. Pincered limbs ripping their way out of the swollen flesh, testing themselves as they rapidly grew in size. Athir looked upon them, a mixture of bliss and great concern in her face, as she opened and closed the pincers of her own command. She may have been lost in a dreamy sea of distracting pleasures, but at least part of her recognised the increasingly monstrous nature of her form. However good it felt.

Athir's attention was once again drawn to the tail behind, as a stinger pieced through a large bulge at its top, through the new and delicate skin that now covered it. Large muscular sacks helping to hold it up, as she willed it forward for inspection.

Athir stroked the enlarged top of the tail as it rested on her shoulder, the stroking sensations hers alone to enjoy, minding to avoid the large aculeus spine at its tip. She gasped as it erupted with a squirt of fluid, poison, thankfully landing on the floor in front of her and not herself. This new development, along with everything else she had experienced. The legs and body, the pincers and this tail. All of it, undoubtedly scorpion in nature. Her lower body almost completely converted into that of a scorpions, thankfully her upper body remaining hers. But in this irrational and blissful state, even after witnessing her own scorpion tail in action, she yearned that the sensations spread upward for her to enjoy.

But the change wasn't quite finished, as Athir's skin on her scorpion body began to stiffen. It bloated and distorted to form appropriate shapes, before hardening and taking on a darker colour. Tough chitin coating her lower body, joints forming where necessary. Athir could even feel as her bones down below began to dissolve in bubbling and foamy sensations, before flowing upward to aid in the armouring of her body. The gradual loss of bones not leaving her in an immobile state, but in fact feeling stronger. The thin limbs of her legs itching to test themselves against the floor, and sure enough; she was at last able to pick herself off the ground. It becoming easier as her skin continued to harden into insectoid exoskeleton.

Athir was able to take her first cautious steps as a human and scorpion hybrid. Them becoming more quick and brave as her body finalized into its new form. She strolled joyously as eight insect legs took her around the room, a powerful and dangerous tail following behind. But her enjoyment, her pleasure induced sense of normality and well being was soon brought to and end, as those artificial sensations melted away. Athir was left in a hot and quite room, alone, beginning to fully comprehend what had just been happening.

She looked down on herself, both feeling and witnessing the clearly scorpion nature of her lower body. The various sensations of new limbs supporting her weight, and the poisonous tail hanging over head. It didn't take long for it all to sink in, and Athir broke out into a horrified scream. Nearly falling over as she felt weak in the legs, becoming self aware of everything different; and struggling to control it in her panic.

The two doors of the room suddenly opened, and even in her panic; Athir was not willing to let this opportunity to escape pass by. So she put her changes aside, racing towards the open doorway; and pushed her upper body through it. Only to be brought to a sudden stop, as her chitin plated lower body squirmed and pushed but was unable to fit through the gap. All legs leaving marks in the sand, as they tried to push her through with all their new found strength. It was clear she was going nowhere.

Reluctantly, Athir backed up and turned around, finding herself jumping; as the room was once again painted in various symbols and pictograms. All animated, but silent and watchful of her. Blush and self awareness, Athir covered her breasts, resting her scorpion body on the floor; but keeping her pincers defensibly in front. Waiting to see what they would do with her next.

"Serve"

The command was clear. Athir finding her attention drawn by the pictures to the raised oval slap of stone on the ground. Cautiously, she rose and made her way to the spot, before settling on it in the direction which led to the temples entrance. How she was to serve she didn't quite know, but they appeared to want her to wait here. Undoubtedly the archaeologists would be making their way through that doorway in the morning, and they would be shocked to find this creature waiting for them. She guessed her role was to prevent them from entering the temple, which given her new tools and armour; shouldn't be a problem.

A long and lonely existence awaited her, the memory of those intense pleasures quickly falling into the past. If her female parts were to be that of a scorpions, she could only hope that the clearly male pictogram could do more than simply manifest an incorporeal tail to help pass the time.