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Prompt: The Quicksand Queen (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2022-11-09 12:55:37 +0000 UTCSummary: An archeologist gets in over their head exploring a new tomb, but strange magical jewels transformer her into a being made of quicksand with a powerful appetite. Prompt for Someone anonymous for November 2022.
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Part 2
Shshshsh...
Alex groaned as she stirred awake. She turned over onto her side, coughing up clouds of dust. She massaged her back with her other hand. She had no idea how long she was out for, but she sure picked a place to rest: on a hard rock floor with no padding.
The chamber was illuminated only by the array of torches lining the walls. A pang of worry hit her chest. If nightfall was here, she would freeze if she wasn't bundled up. She didn't feel cold yet, mostly hungry... she'd have to ameliorate that soon, before the chill really hit.
She massaged her head, shaking excess sand out of her hair. She tried to trace her last memories. She was... dying. She succumbed to a quick sand pit, but... there was barely any sand left. Apart from the small piles around her, the chamber was empty. Was it all spirited away by some hidden contraption?
She tried to sit upright...
Shshshshsh... she felt more sand sliding off of her in streaks, along with a... curious sensation. She felt lighter, somehow; she felt around her body, realizing what was missing.
Her clothes. And also her gear. She was naked... she turned her head, finding her garments and equipment on the ground, as if it had slipped away from her when she rose up. They were filthy with sand.
Alex tried to recall her memories again. Did she strip down her layers to cool off somehow? ...No, that didn't seem right. The temple was pretty cool already. She reached a hand forward to grab her things...
...But the sight of her arm got a jump out of her, and she yelped! She held it in front of her, examining it closely.
Her soft skin, tanned from weeks in the desert sun, was gone, seemingly buried under layers of sand. But what really caught her eye was the bevy of radiant gems that were embedded along her form, circling her wrists and trailing along her arm. They seemed to rise and fall on their own, as if bobbing on the surface of an endless sea...
She raised a trembling hand to prod at some of the gems, panicking as they sunk into her body; she recoiled her hand, the gems reemerging.
She wished she had a mirror, as the welling terror of what could've happened to her was too much to think about. She examined her body all over to assess the damage. She didn't have hair anymore, simply streams of flowing sand that travelled down her rough scalp and sinking into her shoulders and upper back. Her body was dotted with more gems all over her form, like anklets, earrings, necklesses... even nipple piercings, adorning her accentuated chest; her modest A-cup chest swelled to exaggerated C-cups, and the sand seemed eager to cling to her hips and thighs too. She had spent so much time in the library to work out, but she'd be gorgeous if it weren't for her beady gem-eyes and her body being comprised entirely of coarse, rough sand...
Unbeknownst to her, even her eyes had changed, now resembling sparkling gems. They shifted around her in mesmerizing ways.
But what was most curious was her navel. After tracing her limbs, and noting her over-sexed breasts, she wondered why she didn't have a substitute navel piercing. But instead, she saw what she could only describe as a whirlpool shape.
This was freaky. Beyond comprehension. She needed to get out of here, she needed help, a doctor, maybe even an exorcist. This entire trip was a mistake...
She reached for her things. She'd need to suit up and get out. She needed to explain her story, arrange for a new expedition, get to the bottom of this mystery, and maybe she could reverse this curse! But as she clutched her heavy backpack, she instinctively brought it close to herself...
And accidentally pressed it against her navel.
Shshshshshsh... Alex winced, feeling a strange pressure in her stomach. Her knapsack seemed to adhere to her stomach. Her entire body trembled.
"Wh-what's... c'mon, what're you caught on??" She pleaded, hoping the strap didn't wrap around her leg or something, but instinctually she knew something was wrong... and at the same time, something was happening exactly as it ought to. She gasped, her stomach wrenched by hunger pangs. She could feel her insides twisting, and as her limbs went slack, she flopped to the floor, clutching her massive backpack to her stomach.
A harsh sucking sound, like water draining from a bathtub, filled the chamber, and she gasped. The small spiral on her navel was expanding, opening wide, stretching her open. The knapsack began to spin on her stomachs, throwing her arms back as she lay there, wondering what was going on!
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the knapsack descending as her stomach widened, her inner workings pulling it inside of her. She reached with a trembling hand, wincing as the knapsack pushed into her...
"No... stop... I need..." She whimpered, before crying out as the backpack lurched deeper inside of her. Halfway embedded, sand flowed upwards to trap the gear, as the knapsack seemed to sink deeper inside of her.
She moaned, rocking her body. She didn't know why it felt so nice, but the sensation of being filled out like this was orgasmic, the sensation of consuming the backpack radiated over her in waves. As her stomach enveloped the knapsack entirely, she rubbed her protruding stomach, looking nine-months pregnant... and watched with awe as it slowly slimmed out in front of her eyes, the feeling of fullness spreading to her extremities.
She rubbed her big belly, only recoiling her fingers near the protruding swirling spiral, which seemed eager to suck at her fingers like a vacuum. She panted, her body rocking.
"Aghn...~" She swooned. From between her legs, sand tricked out in a pile, before shifting back to her thighs. She massaged her breasts, feeling herself grow larger in all the right places.
And when the afterglow of almost sexual pleasure past, she nodded off for a spell; her amorphous body crumpled into a formless pile of sand.
