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Warning: This story contains transformation, breast expansion and butt growth. You've been warned!

Divine Intervention, by DragonMasterX.

Ancient Egypt.

Thousands of years ago, pharaohs reined the desert cities. Masterfully crafted structures stood as testament of their sandy kingdoms, surrounded by the few trees that could withstand Egypt's conditions. Under the heat of an unforgiving sun, the rulers' people slaved every day away, working to satisfy nobility and keep their owners happy. The common man had no worth if they had no trade skill or the constitution for tough labor, the common woman was useless if they could bear no child or satisfy his owner. People lived for those above them. The situation was especially tough those women enslaved to the higher echelons of the monarchy. Concubines they would be called.

A royal concubine's life led her to be only an object to be used by her owner. Orders were strict, non-debatable, and failure to comply- any failure at all- could easily mean to pay the ultimate price. To some, submission and accommodation was preferable to death or misery. Not thinking about it however was what kept most of them sane.

Rina was one such woman, born on the wrong side of the social division. The child of another slave, Rina had been taken up by one of the pharaoh's priests to be his personal concubine. Groomed since childhood, prepared to do nothing else but take commands and be expected to obey them to the letter.

Day after day, Rina was ordered to keep things organized, spotless and to serve; she also had to take care of the priest's domestic cat. She couldn't care much about pets OR her owner, her life having been nothing but a series of errands thanks to them. The slave was tired, sick of being pushed around. Rebellion was however not as easily realized as in her dreams, where she came out of it unscathed. Merely speaking out of turn earned her violent beatings. There was no way out of her fate as a concubine.

But Rina had a plan. Nobility had the right to take what "was owed to them", be it crafts, supplies or people themselves, but there was one thing even nobility could not dispute. Royalty could take from anybody. Rina knew that there was no way she could escape slavery easily, but there was a way to move up along the echelons. Pharaohs only had one queen, their main-wife so to speak, but they could marry as much as they liked. Being second-wife to the Pharaoh would mean a change for the better, and she would be set for life; and perhaps with time, she would ascend to royalty herself. She had to play it right however; she did not just want to end up a concubine again.

Ambition driving her, the young woman was preparing to hatch her plan. In a couple of months' time a feast would be prepared in honor of the pharaoh's birthday. As such, most of the nobility would be present. Rina and the rest of the slaves would be attending to serve the guests, bringing their meals and beverages, and tending to all their specific needs. This was Rina's fifth royal feast since her body had properly developed for sexual encounters.

As a priest and spiritual counselor for the pharaoh, Rina's owner was of course invited to this joyous occasion. Rina was convinced this was her best bet to catch the ruler's attention. She had to be careful however; if she didn't manage to do this properly, Rina could be exiled, mutilated or worse.

In preparation for that night, Rina spent her days training her sexual drive and charming appeal. Unfortunately the old priest owning her had long since lost his spark. "I'm not in the mood." Was the common answer to her advances these days; not that Rina was too eager to touch him either. The slave was determined to ditch the old sack of bones, and since her betrayal was such a high-stake gambit Rina knew there was no such thing as excess by then.

Every break she got was spent trying to find more virile males among servants and other unscrupulous nobles to satisfy and practice several new, exotic positions, and more interesting ways to appeal and arouse her partner. It didn't take long before her habit began to transform her mind. With practice, every new man she did it with began to reveal true their nature to her. She began to know them personally, and find out about their personal lives, their preferences, fortitudes. And weaknesses.

Rina had never intended to be another common slut, but every man she conquered allowed her to revel in a new kind of blissful feeling. She guessed this probably was what dominance felt like. The regulars she visited were eager to see her every time, sometimes more than their own slaves. Rina had the drive and motivation necessary to outdo any other woman slave, fueled by her insipient yet unstoppable greed for ascension and power. Rina eventually became in love with her daily escapades, loving to tease and become the center of men's desires. The day she had been so hopeful for was near.

"I want you on your best behavior, Rina." Priest Faran looked weaker than usual as he and his slave walked along the halls of the palace. He was slow and decrepit, Rina hoped her plan would work; being stuck with this limping sack of bones and being buried alongside him was not within her long-term plans. She had never been fond of the man to begin with, and with her newfound sexual appetite, he was less than desirable to be around now. They suddenly stopped by the entrance to the royal dining chambers. "You know where you're going in from. Now don't disappoint me, understood?"

Rina watched as Faran disappeared into the conglomeration of nobles. She silently pressed herself to the wall and took a brief peek. Rina could see very few slaves in the party, but the ones her blue eyes caught made her stare turn into a glare. It was easy to spot the queen among the bottom-feeders; the pharaoh's second-wives followed the queen everywhere, carrying everything she needed like cargo mules. Being a pharaoh's concubine never had seemed enough to Rina, but Ra take her if her fate ended as no more than the queen's servant.

Then again, there was no dispute that the female ruler was beautiful. Rina glanced over to the queen to get a better look. Queen Ptolomea stood taller among other women, wearing a long, alluring linen dress and the finest jewelry the kingdom could spare. Heavy makeup adorned her doll face, sure to keep the bugs at bay and the men swooning around her instead. Ptolomea had an interesting body-shape as well, one that Rina couldn't help but feel jealous about. Perhaps it was due to the queen being older, but Ptolomea sported a set of wide hips she worked with a sensual pendulum after every step she took; her chest was supple yet looked firm, completing an hourglass shape that didn't just make Rina envious. Yet there was a certain allure to the shape of this queen. Rina's glare softened. She felt an unusual attachment to staring, but before long she pulled herself out. Rina would have to figure this out later; she couldn't afford to get in trouble before she got to her target. She rushed to the kitchen where the rest of the slaves were.

The slaves, unlike the queen, were all dressed in modest clothes. Rina was surprised it had taken her this long to notice the physical difference between most of the slaves, herself included, and someone like queen Ptolomea.

They all knew what to do. As they all took their trays with food and beverages, the slaves began to make their entrance into the party. Rina could see Faran but her eyes stuck to the queen who was parading herself, turning heads and garnering attention as if she was a goddess. Rina couldn't lie to herself, she was jealous, but surprisingly enough, she also felt attracted to the beautiful ruler. Until now, Rina had never once considered the option, but perhaps being the queen's slave might not be entirely bad.

So engrossed with her own thoughts was the slave that she hardly paid attention to the fact she was the first one to pass by the pharaoh and his main consorts. Serving was second nature to her; she simply stopped and let the people take what they wanted from her while she kept her gaze following Ptolomea. She went from group to group just like her partners, catering to the guests while her lust-addled mind continued to entertain fantasies with queen Ptolomea. Ra help her, she was turned on by the queen. Rina wondered if she could look at least half as good as Ptolomea did if SHE became queen. She was having a hard time focusing on her objective; even the way Ptolomea held her cup as she brought it everywhere with her made it hard to ignore the queen, though it seemed to be more for show than anything as she wasn't taking one sip. Rina had to stop because she had run out of beverages and she had to go back to the kitchen; this was going to make her lose more time than she already had, but thankfully one of the slaves was more than eager to give Rina her own tray after Rina told her she would serve the king.

Pharaoh Remun IV was not having fun. He didn't hate parties, but he had had stressful days. His main-wife had insisted, probably another opportunity to display herself; he was used to this. Remun felt smothered by the sheer amount of people following him everywhere, tired of listening to conflicting ideologies and the priests' pathetic efforts to win his favor. The priests in particular did not seem to be keen on leaving him alone. The pharaoh mumbled a swear when his attempt to get a breather by calling his wife to his side failed as she took leave for the restroom. A soft voice suddenly pierced through the noise annoying his ears as he looked down at a tray of snacks.

"Oh great Son of Ra, would these humble figs perhaps appease your hunger?" the girl offering the tray looked just like any other slave. Unattractive dressings yet well kept. She looked energetic, and her blond hair was a very welcome trait in the pharaoh's eyes. He delighted his palate with moist fruit, chewing while keeping his eyes on the slave. Her legs were long like most of the wives he chose, she had alluring hips and a very feminine form favored by light tanned skin. Remun noticed the subtle gesture of her gaze, suggesting to him more than just a couple delicious slices of fruit.

He could feel himself replacing frustration with eagerness until finally Remun got fed up with the old crones at his back and dismissed them with a simple hand gesture. One of them remained. Old Faran, his eldest advisor. Remun glanced back to see Faran approaching; he was unsure if anybody had noticed the exchange of lustful gazes. The old priest, hunched back and with one eye more widely open than the other, approached the servant with his hand raised. "You disobedient little...!" but before Faran could smack his slave, Remun grabbed him by the wrist.

"Stay your hand, old Faran. Is this your concubine?"

"Yes, majesty. Please forgive her, for she is like a mare, but worry not. I shall punish her for the transgression. "Faran quickly responded while taking his hand back, "Rina, on your knees! How dare you look directly at the eyes of your king?!" he started. Rina did as commanded and bowed, but did not stop staring at the Pharaoh's eyes past the tray. She would not stop, not when she already had caught the ruler's attention; damn the consequences, Faran could threaten to burn her alive for all she cared.

"That will not be necessary." Remun had plenty of second-wives, and his main-wife was surely one of the most coveted women in the kingdom; but this slave had the gall to defy her owner and kept attempting to seduce him. "Faran, please leave us. I've grown interested in your concubine."

Faran seemed taken aback, and became enraged when Rina gave him a self-pleased, yet subtle smirk. "Sire, I..."

"I believe I asked to be left alone," the pharaoh insisted, and it surely sounded final. Rina slowly came back up to her feet as Faran left grumbling. She lowered the tray to her mid-section so Remun could see the circumference of her chest and the flare of her hips. "Rina, is it not?"

The blonde woman felt a small amount of relief as she seemed to be out of the oven for the moment. Rina silently nodded and softly smiled to the monarch, "I am humbled that you would interest yourself with my self, majesty. It would honor me to serve a man of fortitude such as you, o great one."

Remun smiled, "You appear to be a feisty one. But what else can you do? It doesn't take a lot to anger old Faran these days." Rina giggled at Remun's humor.

"I believe I could answer all your questions at once, but for that we might, hmm..." Rina slowly stepped towards the pharaoh, putting a sensual sway in her hips as she did, "...need more privacy than this."

The pharaoh seemed more eager than ever now. "Hmph, tonight might not be such a waste of time after all. Please my dear, allow me to sample your drink," he took one of the golden cups from Rina's tray as the slave winked.

"You have my permission to sample all of me tonight."

The pharaoh smirked with amusement and, to calm his thirst, downed the contents of the cup in one swig, sighing in bliss to the taste. Rina thought she had already bought it by now.

Remun felt pleased with himself. As pharaoh he was entitled to anything he could ever want, but women with personality were a rare find among their kingdom. He knew he would finally start having fun. "Let us leave this crowded place, dear Rina." Remun smiled as he reached for Rina's hand but suddenly felt his strength give away. Remun excused himself after having lost his balance, but then gasped as he felt his throat tighten as he fell to his knees. He was suffocating.

"Sire? Are you unwell?" Rina asked while blinking in surprise. She set her tray down and attempted to reach for the pharaoh's arms but Remun smacked her hands away with a swing. People immediately took notice, especially Faran, who rushed to his king's side to check on him.

Still on his knees, the pharaoh began to gag and cough violently. "Majesty!" cried Faran as Remun held by his throat as he began to foam at the mouth. "What is the meaning of this, Rina?! What have you...?"

The blonde slave's eyes went wide as everyone else's positioned on her being. "I have done nothing!" she hurried to say, but guards apprehended her just as fast. As frustration took hold, she began to struggle in vain. "No, this can't be! Not when I had come so far!" she helplessly thought as the crowd of people began to grow around her. The pharaoh's coughing only grew in intensity and loudness as blood began to spout out of his mouth; Remun IV had been poisoned. Faran couldn't stop yelling at her, but Rina paid very little attention to it; she couldn't even struggle against the guards anymore, Remun had been poisoned! All of her efforts had been in vain!

Rina felt herself deflate as her eyes fell to the ground; everyone was suddenly screaming and shouting at each other, throwing away drinks and food before kicking a panic up. She didn't care anymore. Rina couldn't believe her bad luck. A brief glance up revealed queen Ptolomea standing by the thinning crowd. Ptolomea stood out among all of the grieving people, unable to help their dying monarch. Then Rina noticed it. After having paid attention to her for so long, she could tell Ptolomea looked unshaken, and Rina's eyes widened as she recognized one of the two slaves at the back of her queen.

The same slave who she had exchanged trays with earlier.

Screams of protest were useless to Rina. Kicking around and throwing accusations at the new ruler of the kingdom only earned her spiteful beatings that eventually caused her to lose consciousness. She had not only lost her chance to become part of the royal family; Rina had clearly been set up by them.

"Throw these traitors into the pit." Was the last phrase Rina managed to hear when a particularly intense blow rendered her unconscious.

Rina groaned as the swellings in her hurt spots made even basic movement a painful ordeal. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness enveloping her. She looked up to the brief filter of sunlight gracing the depths of the pit she had been thrown into. Rina was supposed to have died from the fall if not from serious impalement, but something had apparently broken her fall. Nearly every spike she could see was either damaged or bent out of shape. Trying to sit up caused her to scream in pain, her leg felt like it was on fire!

She guessed she had fallen on her leg and wounded it badly. The guards had given her such a beating earlier however that it didn't really matter where, all of her badly hurt. Rina looked up again and tried to sit up carefully this time, attempting to get a better grasp on her situation. The pit was really, really dark and she got tired of trying to guess how far below ground she was. The little light her eyes could still catch meant the night was over. "I wonder if I could maybe climb out..." she briefly thought, but her aching leg quickly dissuaded her. Still, she at least tried to get a better position until the object underneath her began to give and she ended rolling off with a thud.

Rina grunted a bit as she tried to get back on her feet. The pain made her settle for just sitting down. It was then that she realized what exactly had broken her fall. Rina's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hands as she saw it. There lied the lifeless body of old Faran, impaled through the skull and left shin on two of the very few remaining spikes. Rina had always plotted leaving him behind; Faran had never been any different from every other slaver in the kingdom. From a slavers' point of view however, Faran never beat Rina up without good reason, and she had to admit she'd always been a naughty one; even before starting with her escapades. There had been times when Rina would consider stabbing Faran in his sleep from her accumulated frustration, but then she recalled that while strict, the priest had always stuck out for her when she got into spots of trouble. Seeing Faran like this made her wonder if the yelling from before had been him accusing Rina with the others, or if he actually had been trying to protect her. Now Faran was dead, and she was not. She had to find a way to survive.

However, the stay in the death pit was not an easy one. Rina could only spend her time in quiet reflection as screaming for help would get her into more trouble than she already was in. Day quickly gave way to the night, a cold mistress as unforgiving as the sun during the afternoon in the desert. The brisk depths made staying as she was unbearable. She apologized to Faran as she stripped him off his robes to use them as cover. Rina was just glad she had decided to do that on the first night. During the following ones, Rina became increasingly weaker from the lack of sustenance in the form of food and water. Everything was costing her twice as much effort. She gave up on counting the days she was in the pit, night represented by the cold she had to shield herself from while the day was the only time she could catch a glimpse of the outside.

One night, Rina woke up at the sound roaring thunder. The bottom of the pit briefly lit up before she heard the second lightning strike. The weak slave looked up right as something cool hit her cheek. A smile managed to form around Rina's lips as she realized the rain was here to save her. Opening her mouth wide she made the attempt to catch another drop as they began to hit the floor. She summoned all of her remaining strength to pull herself over and down on her knees; and while in that position she stuck her tongue out and did what she could to catch the oncoming drink.

She closed her eyes and calmly followed the sound of the rain splashing at her knees. The liquid was soon pouring down as the gods above danced with bursts of electricity, awarding Rina with the much needed moisture. Her dry, uncared for skin seemed to cry in relief as she began to get showered in fast falling rain. Rina greedily collected mouthfuls of water and eagerly gulped down, refreshing her parched throat and invigorating her shattered spirit. The lack of food and warmth were almost a bad dream as she filled her stomach with water.

Satisfied, Rina almost plopped down but managed to stop herself when she noticed her hands and knees were nearly submerged. Startled by the realization Rina launched herself back in jerk reflex and moaned in pain before crawling away towards the wall. "No! The rain's collecting down here...!" she lamented with a pant of tiredness. Her angry stomach was reminding Rina she had nothing to generate energy with. Worse still, the enclosed space was quickly filling with water that would no doubt overtake her in a matter of minutes! Rina regretted once more that Faran had been her owner; never the athletic one, she hadn't had nearly enough opportunities to learn how to swim. The water continued to raise the same as Rina's panic. In a fit of desperation and fear she turned around and jumped, receiving a burst of adrenaline. Kick-started by her instinct to survive she slammed her hands against the brick walls, finishing off her already broken nails against the crevices in-between each brick as she attempted to climb. The slickness of the surface added to her wet fingers however eliminated any kind of friction that would have allowed her to ascend.

Rina fell down with a loud splash and instantly started to flail, the water already up to her waist. In her position all she could do was struggle and writhe around, her limbs kicking and slapping water around in a desperate attempt to maintain her nose and mouth above water. As the pool continued to rise, Rina clumsily submerged as she hit the back of her head against the wall. She cursed her own folly and resumed her struggle for dear life, when her eyes briefly caught the sight of Faran's decomposing cadaver, simply floating while held by the spikes. That gave Rina an idea as she focused on fighting her fears and did what she could to move her body over to the wall. Battling against fear, hunger and pain all at the same time, Rina managed to get a grip on the wall's indentation this time; and then did what she could to pull herself up.

A loud gasp of relief left her mouth. Rina had been successful, but she couldn't do much other than keep herself rising. "Wait, that's it! If this keeps up, I'll be out in no time...!" she hopefully said, looking at the breach between the outside and herself decrease. She was unable to climb on her own, but she was able to keep herself afloat in this manner, as long as she didn't let go. Rina then realized she had set her hopes too high when the downpour began to lose its frequency until finally it died down. She was still floating in water, but there was no way she could muster climbing the distance necessary to get out. "No! No no no...!" she begged fate, the cruel entity responsible for this bad turn of events, for another chance. She began to scream, caring not for consequences or reprisal, only for the release of her collective frustrations. There was no way she would be able to survive this; it was all she could do to keep herself still. If she let go she would surely drown. Looking down she began to despair when suddenly Rina noticed a little light coming from one of the walls. Were the gods tricking her? Was there really a way out other than above?

Fueled by newly acquired hope, the slave did her best to shimmy along the wall until she was directly above the glowing brick. She loosened herself enough to reach it with her feet. There was a slight suction there, and by Ra himself, the bricks were loose! Rina didn't care about it anymore; this had to be her big break; and whether fate wanted it or not, she would go for it. She smashed her healthy leg against it with all the strength one could muster with an underwater limb. The brick understandably did not break, but it did move a bit. She could see the light filtering out in increasing amounts. The pressure the water was creating was helping to shake the bricks loose. Rina kicked again, then again, and one more time; she couldn't tell where she was getting the strength to do it, but the more she did it, the more she could feel the brick move! Eventually, it came off and was sucked in alongside water, and another followed, then another, then another; Rina became worried then as the suction overtook her all of a sudden and ripped her clean off the wall. The girl couldn't even scream as she was dragged into the unknown.

Rina gagged and coughed, water dripping all over and around her as she slowly got back up on her hands and knees. She was trembling and weak, but at least she was out of the pot. "I can't believe I'm still alive..." she repeatedly panted from exhaustion, reaching for the wall to support herself as she tried to stand up. Now not only her bad leg was burning, but her foot felt like a pyramid had stepped on it. The surface of the wall felt old and dusty, as if nobody had been around for hundreds of years. Rina looked up at the lit cavern she was in, surprised there still were torches burning. This explained the glow she had seen, but it raised another question, "Who could have lit this up?"

Rina dragged herself along the wall, becoming instantly surprised when suddenly the darkness ahead of her was dispelled by a torch suddenly lighting up. "What in Ra's name is happening...?" This wasn't just unlikely; it went against every instinct of self-preservation inside of Rina. Looking back however, the other option was to return to the pit. Dangerous or not, weak or not, she had to press on.

The dark, damp, old cavern continued to light up on its own, showing Rina the way forward. She dragged herself for minutes, then hours. Rina had no idea where she was going to end up, but she was hoping for a warm meal and a bed.

Rina went on and on, her weariness catching up, making her wish at moments that she would just drop dead, release herself from the suffering. Irony seemed to be on the funny side that night, as Rina found herself meeting the ground face-first when she slipped on a slope and began to groan all the way down. Rina braced the best she could, thankful that no rock dug onto her skin or hit her head as she rolled. As she continued her less than gracious descent, the way down illuminated at a pace proportional to her increased speed. When Rina finally stopped she came out into a much wider area that seemed to be an empty basin of sorts.

This time deciding to stay on the floor, Rina wearily surveyed her surroundings. The basin was completely lit by the circling set of automatic torches placed with perfect symmetry, ending in a framed wall sculpture of a humanoid shape the slave could not easily discern from her vantage point. The middle of the basin offered a small altar with the statue of what seemed to be a sitting cat made out of a bright blue stone. Rina had never seen such a thing before. She dragged herself over to the basin when she noticed hieroglyphs grafted on the stone under the statue.

BASTET OFFERS SAFETY, DRINK SHARE BASTET'S SECRET, LIVE TAKE THE BLESSING OF BASTET, RULE...

As Rina read the glyphs out loud, the statue of the cat began to vibrate, its eyes glowing as it began to slide back and upwards. Rina did not bother to continue reading once she saw that and gasped in surprise as white liquid began to pour out of the hidden hole and into the basin. Rina's eyes widened in surprise as the liquid started to fill the basin, but she didn't have the strength to move anymore. It had taken all out of her to reach this place, and now she was back to where she had started. At this point she started to believe she might be the butt of some twisted deity's joke.

But then something unexpected happened. As the white liquid began to gather around her, Rina could feel its warmth envelop her. Instead of cold like water, it was warm and actually possessed a familiar scent. Rina was convinced at that moment that the altar was somehow producing milk. Her stomach growled audibly with anticipation as Rina's lips shook before opening her mouth. The milk flowed in freely, and it tasted very good, sweet even, for a dairy product a statue was making. The taste was incredible, the best beverage she had ever sampled in her life. It had the texture of freshly squeezed milk but the indescribable flavor of pure ambrosia; Rina's brain shut down and she began to take gulp after gulp down her throat, greedily feeding on the first meal she had had in days.

Unaware of it, her wounds were starting to heal and mend. Bruises from the violent beatings before began to disappear, her damaged leg, broken nails and messy hair all returning to normal as well. Rina's belly didn't feel full but she stopped the slow gulping on the floor when she realized drinking from the tap would allow her to get her fill much quicker. Without even thinking, Rina stood up and headed for the altar, ignoring the filling basin as she nearly pounced the statue. The slave positioned herself so her head was in front of the hole and, ignoring the fact the milk started to splash her face, she opened her mouth as wide as it could get to draw in as much milk as possible. Her stomach rejoiced from all this sustenance and Rina was only pleased to continue drinking. Her hands supporting her on the altar with renewed strength, Rina's legs freely dangled above the ancient text.

The text continued on reciting the Gift of Bastet, its final phrase reading the following:

...FOR THEY WHO CATER ONLY TO THEIR GREED SHALL KNOW ETERNAL SUFFERING...

Rina was so impossibly addicted to this milk that she couldn't care less. This milk was making her feel good, perhaps too good. But she was done being cautious or planning. If there was any boulder coming off to crush her or poison darts ready to kill her, she cared little about it anymore. She had to have more!

This experience felt unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Everything inside of her was making Rina feel like in heaven; better than all of the cumulative sex she'd have over the past few months. Now that she had it in her, she did not want it to stop. Rina didn't know how, but no matter how much she drank, she still had space left within her. The slave closed her eyes as the healing properties of the milk worked their magic on her weary but quickly revitalizing form.

Rina was beginning to show changes of physical enhancement. Her blonde hair's sheen was starting to improve, going from its dark color to a much brighter golden. Follicles strengthened and lengthened, giving the slave a supple mane of luxurious yellow hair. Rina began to moan as the changes went to her chest, which began to push out against her ruined clothes as her breasts expanded. Each mound was beginning to bloat out with additional mass, her nipples rubbing against the poor linen fabric. Her boobs gained extra firmness and roundness in addition to their swelling size. Supporting herself single-handedly now, Rina brought a hand to her growing pillows, stifling a squeal of delight as her eyes went wide from excitement; this feeling was amazing! And she wanted more of it. Rina groped experimentally, fondling her growing flesh as her top began to audibly stretch, starting to burst at the seams with mammary flesh spilling out through the holes. Rina became ecstatic.

The transforming slave moaned louder again, crawling on top of the altar. She rested on her inflating chest while she continued to drink from the milking hole; one hand returned to her enlarging tits while the other found itself atop Rina's rump. She whimpered in ecstasy as she started feeling a similar sensation of pleasure around her hips, which began to expand and widen whilst her buttocks went on to add a couple extra pounds. Rina's loincloth became less about covering the front of her legs and more of a patch of cloth in front of her crotch as her fattening thighs and widening hips began to stretch all of her bottom clothes. The girl felt the intense bliss resulting from groping the expanding flesh, every cell in her body crying out as her figure expanded. She felt her legs tingle as they grew a couple of inches longer, and significantly thicker than their usual toothpick shapes. These changes were obviously a mysterious side effect from drinking the delicious milk. "I want more!" Rina's senses demanded, her brain overloaded with the flowing sensations within her.

She gasped in relief as the top finally split open down the middle at her back. Her large breasts already at least the size of her head each, they plopped to the sides with an almost hypnotic jiggle. With those melons in her grasp she couldn't stop groping herself. Her ass did not fall behind once and quickly redoubled its expansion. The bottom clothing quickly went out the same way of her top, with the bulbous ass cheeks devouring the loincloth, pulling it over her groin and making her almost choke herself with a moan of pleasure. Rina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gorged herself with the powerful drink, taking only the most basic of breaks per interval simply to breathe. Rina's round ass continued swelling alongside her thighs and hips until it all fell to the proportion of the bubble butt she now sported. Including her already flat stomach, Rina's new curvature was so pronounced that one could compare her to an hourglass. She was wide and supple, feminine beyond comparison, and still she continued to drink.

But eventually the milk stopped coming out. Rina panted, taking repeated gulps of air as she felt both agitated and energized by her transformation. She whimpered "I have to have more..." the buxom slave turned around, her enormous chest and spherical butt cheeks perfectly bouncing with even the smallest movement. Rina looked down at the basin, only a few inches full from the milk that had actually managed to escape her ravenous hunger. She licked her lips, her blue eyes hungrily looking at the white puddle. She didn't have to think about it twice.

Before Rina could tell, she found herself rolling around in the milk, giggling madly to herself as her body got coated in the sweet, warm purity. The staple accessories on her wrists, shins and neck were the only articles of clothes left on her person, she was otherwise fully naked. Indecency was the last of her concerns now. Rina couldn't drink this milk without directly sucking against the marble-like surface, but she quickly lost her reservations as her tongue grazed the liquid. She began sucking it while giddily kicking her legs behind her, unaware that the rippling milk was starting to swirl around hers. The final phrase of text began to glow, but Rina was too busy binging to notice.

Unbeknownst to the hungry, top-heavy slave, the liquid was starting to move on its own and approach her, leaving no drop behind. Rina's body started to glow in tandem with the ancient text, seeming to draw the milk to her body. Rina opened her eyes in time to see a mini milk wave engulf her. Lifted above ground into a white bubble, Rina couldn't stop drinking now, she literally could not. The milk was being forced down her throat at this point, but it was even making it inside of Rina by invading every pore on her skin. It only a matter of seconds, the basin was empty and as dry as Rina had found it.

By the end, Rina was left standing slightly wobbly, but otherwise unharmed. She blinked in surprise and looked down, disappointed with the lack of milk. She scratched her itchy head as she thought about what to do, "What the...?" a startled Rina brought her hands to her head as she felt unfamiliar bumps on each side of her cranium. She gently rubbed the bumps and widened her eyes as she began to feel them rise. "What are these, I..." her sentence was cut short when she suddenly felt those rising bumps twitch around. She continued prodding until she realized the bumps were rising as thin membranes that were soft on the inside and furry on the outside. She tightened her grip only to squeal in pain, "Ahh! These are part of me!" She instantly let them go and put her hands to her cheeks, instantly freaking out when her fingers couldn't feel her ears. "Wh-where am I ears? How am I even listening to myself...?"

But before she could attempt to find any rationale surrounding the situation, Rina suddenly felt her wrists; neck and shins tingle all at once. The accessories surrounding each of those areas suddenly began to grow white hair that rapidly began to spread up and down on her skin, developing a thin coat of snow-white fur. Rina hiccupped in fear as her nails started to grow longer and sharper in parallel to her morphing fingers and toes. Claws formed on her feet and hands as her legs and arms became covered in the white fur. Her back, shoulders, chest, torso and hips got no different treatment and neatly became the same fluffy white. As the fur began to take over her face, the visage began to contort and reshape into a whiskerless feline muzzle. Her nose shrank into the tip of the snout, becoming a pink nub with two small nostrils much like a cat's. Her pupils reshaped into vertical slits as the rest of her face shifted to better adapt to her new features. Next, her teeth began to grow a fraction larger, quickly sharpening into fangs. To complete the transformation, Rina's tailbone began to actually grow out above her perfect, white furred butt, stretching into a completely new extremity. The long tail was quick to add mass and skin, becoming a fluffy, thickly furred, fully articulate tail.

Rina finally fell to all fours. After the sensations had finished washing her brain over she let out a deafening mewl while her pupils sharpened. Her tongue hung out as she began to pant again, feeling her breasts hanging down, nipples grazing the floor of the empty basin. Her new tail was erratically swishing around. Her new amplified senses were going crazy, she could easily hear words being spoken in the distance, her nose could pick up at least five different scents at once, most of them unpleasant, and she was pretty sure that even with the torches, the basin didn't look as lit as it had been. Something had happened to her, something unheard of, and something that she was having difficulty believing. But there she was. White, fluffy, long hair, and wider than ever. She felt like a new woman however, incomparably beautiful, healthy, faster, stronger, but most importantly, unstoppable. After calming down, she attempted to stand back up.

Rina back-flipped in the air with newfound agility and graciously landed on her feet, her face narrowly escaping a good smack from her large chest, and she brushed her golden hair back. "Mmm..." she purred, reaching to fondle her enormous tits, "These are so heavy, but they don't represent any effort to carry around. I am so surprised..." she spoke to herself with barely bated anticipation. Now that she wasn't as scared of herself and she could actually enjoy the touch of her fingers on her round, sexy body, Rina was much more welcome of the changes. "Something caused me to become like this. It is... wonderful."

The feline humanoid began to walk around, surprised at how easy it was to maintain her balance in spite of the size of her chest and rump. She hardly had to think about her walking form, she just had to do it and felt as gracious as a queen. The best part of this was that she felt full of energy and life. It wasn't long before Rina kicked off and began to run around the basin, laughing with the ecstasy of freedom she did not know she had been missing out of. Now that she was a cat, every task felt easier to accomplish, every physical feat cost her half as much effort, if not less. She could bounce against the walls or cling to them with her sharp claws. With only a bit of practice Rina even managed to start running along the wall! In her cheerful playfulness, Rina didn't realize her feet had quickly stepped on a series of hidden wall switches by the wall sculpture, triggering yet another mechanism in the basin.

Rina's ears were alerted of it instantly. She bounced herself away and squatted down upon landing, her eyes quickly fixing on the rumbling wall. She slowly began to step back on all fours, stifling a whimper, "What now...?"

She was quickly answered when the wall sculpture began to sink backwards for a few moments before it started to slide to the right until it vanished completely. The wall had opened to reveal a secret passage. The only reason Rina knew that it was dark was due to there being no lit torches inside; her feline vision allowed her to perceive images even with lack of proper lighting. "Finally a turn for the lucky." Looking back to the basin, Rina giggled to herself. Perhaps all these streaks of bad luck were all meant to lead her to this moment, to her transformation into something much greater than a queen. Now she was convinced that fate did not have any hold on her anymore. She ignored the words on the statue- she would literally live forever to wonder about this.

The tunnel proved no match for Rina's new agility and speed, plus enhanced senses. Even at the multiple forks down the road she was able to tell where she needed to go. Rina eventually made it out to the surface, emerging from the ruins of a fallen city. Looking back, her mouth widened agape as she noticed the damaged but still imposing statue of Bastet, protector feline goddess of Egypt. Her tail idly swished behind her as she solemnly contemplated the ode to the goddess. She recalled the last three lines back in Bastet's temple: Drink. Live. Rule. Rina was ready to live by a completely new creed, something even she had never dreamed of before. But first, there was a certain loose end to tie up.

Queen Ptolomea's chambers were empty, she had wished all of her servants and advisors to leave her for the night; only the guards remained outside. It had been a full week since the death of her husband, the great Remun IV. The official story peasants and nobles alike told was that delirious old Faran had been possessed by an evil spirit which made him wish death upon his king. With the help of his concubine, they had sadly managed to bring the mighty son of Ra to his demise. But they were both gone now and forever. Ptolomea's ascension to the throne was only natural after the fact.

The voluptuous woman idly rolled a bright red apple on her palm, smirking to herself. It was good to be the queen; she had the absolute power to force her will on everybody, and there were no second-guessers with poor Remun gone. She had been the one to hold the cup of poisoned wine throughout the party, and she had sent her own slave to poison her husband. Ptolomea had initially intended to put the blame on Farah, but fooling Rina into getting caught red-handed meant the act could be traced to her master, thus dispelling any and all potential suspicions from her own person. Now she was the absolute ruler. Now that she was alone, she could relax on her own.

Stretching herself on the queen sized bed, Ptolomea thought about the many suitors at her disposal. But did she want a new king so soon? All of her brothers were dead, which meant the royal line would eventually be tainted, but at least she had the choice of who to taint it with now. Having the power of decision made Ptolomea feel pleasure unlike any other thing. A new king could wait as much as she wanted. She was the one praying to the gods for their good fortune, they could wait for another king.

Ptolomea had no idea that the gods had different things in mind for the queen. Her thoughts became disrupted when she heard a severe amount of grunting on the other side of her royal chambers. Ptolomea sat up immediately and reached for her covers as she looked at the entrance: The curtains were lightly fluttering in the calm night breeze, but other than that she couldn't see anything. Jumping off the bed while carrying the covers on her person to cover up, Ptolomea headed for the exit and lifted the curtains over her head to peer outside and ask: "Amun, Tyrel, is everything...?" Ptolomea blinked when she saw neither of her burly protectors standing guard as they were supposed to, but slumped against the walls, both out cold. "What is the meaning of this?! Sleeping on the job?!" she shouted, kicking the sides of the unconscious bodyguards. "Up right this instant! What if a lowly commoner takes their filthy selves to my quarters?!"

"Slaves are not allowed in these chambers, queen Ptolomea." The chilling words struck Ptolomea from behind, making her turn around only to see the feminine silhouette of a woman with a tail and ears on the other side of the veil inside of her room.

"Wh-who are you? What do you think you're doing in my palace?!" Ptolomea demanded. A white claw suddenly seized her by the neck.

"I want us to have a friendly talk. Queen to Goddess. May I use your quarters for it? Oh that is right..." Rina dragged the struggling queen back inside, her superior strength allowing Rina to exert the strength of several men while not even being taller than Ptolomea. "You have no choice."

Once inside, Rina hurled Ptolomea to her bed and quickly pounced the taller woman. "Don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!" she begged. Rina smirked as her eyes cast a glare upon the queen whilst silencing the queen with a palm. She didn't need the screams.

"I do not intend to anger the almighty Ra. But I am afraid you have, Queen Ptolomea. I am fully aware of what you have done. You do not want anybody to suspect anything, correct?" Rina smiled, her tail wagging behind her as she leaned down, smashing their large, naked chests together, "Let us negotiate then, Ptolomea. You have something I want, and I can make you lose it all very quickly. What will it be?"

Ptolomea frantically shook her head while muffled screams escaped her lips. Rina put her finger to her mouth as she lifted her arm off Ptolomea's lips, then slowly took her finger off. "Wh-what is it you want...?"

"Everything you own. And everything your family will ever own."

"B-but...!" Ptolomea protested, lowering the volume of her voice once Rina's sharp claws clanked together and shone like polished metal, "Either way, I lose!"

"That is true," Rina admitted, "But if you accept, you get to live. Besides..." the cat leaned her face forwards, stopping mere inches from meeting with Ptolomea's lips, "I need a beautiful queen to pray and worship to me, to remind you how much better than you I am." For emphasis, Rina further pushed her enormous chest against Ptolomea's, eliciting a moan from the queen; indeed, Rina's tits dwarfed even the voluptuous, beautiful ruler's. "Now, I believe I will need a shrine. These chambers are appropriate as well..." the catgirl turned to look around with a content smile, "They are mine from now on. And you..." Rina grinned, running a finger down, retracting her claw to be able to playfully scratch Ptolomea's chin, "...from now on, you will be my concubine."

It wasn't long before the kingdom began to change. More statues and kingdoms worshipping Bastet began to appear. Queen Ptolomea appeared to have mellowed from her usual outings as well. She spent a lot of time worshipping the gods; a lot of time. For that, her people were thankful.

As for Rina, she was very happy manipulating the crown from the shadows, knowing that she was the one actually receiving the worship of the whole kingdom. With time, Rina managed to completely break Ptolomea and turn her into her royal puppet, all she had to do was give out commands and anything was hers. Food, drink, men, women, treasure. Her abilities of persuasion, when introduced as a goddess, coupled with the charm she already had been working on, worked wonders on everybody. Her influence began to spread, and soon everyone in the kingdom came to worship the feline goddess. Rina's libido only intensified with time, so she sought more and more relationships to the point of hosting huge weekly orgies in her name.

As time passed, Ptolomea and the others aged, but Rina never added a single wrinkle. The feline's sexual drive only became greater every year, and her power hunger only grew. She was cursed to forever live young, but that did not mean she couldn't enjoy herself.

Egypt would never be the same again.