The Perils of the Pyramid

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Egypt, 1908. My name is Sir Emmanuel Burt. I am a world-renowned archaeologist, who has traveled all across the world, searching far and wide for various historical artifacts and, of course, valuable treasures. No traps or natives would ever stop me in my endless search, and my valuable contributions to the British Museum in London would always ensure I had more than enough wealth to last more than a lifetime. My latest expedition had taken me back to Egypt, where word had spread of a new, previously undiscovered tomb beneath a newly-discovered, lesser pyramid in southern Egypt. The area around the site apparently hadn’t been touched since the 1820s, meaning if something new, or possibly valuable had been discovered in that area, it was essentially free for the taking. 

Not only could a find of this magnitude propel me into the history books, but it could make me a lot of money. Arriving at the site close to sundown, I ignored my guide and went inside the ruined structure, feeling an odd coldness in the air. Shaking it off, I went deeper by myself, eventually coming across a large room with many gold artifacts! I had hit the jackpot! But the moment I touched one of the objects, a smoky figure appeared, surrounding me completely.

I was startled as the smoke rose around me, making me blind to the tomb walls, a sinking fear flooding my mind as my very own reality crumbled into a black abyss. whispers filling what I assumed was still a tomb.

"Your wish is my command master" a low voice echoes, sending a shiver down my spine as the smoke fades. I looked around for the source of the voice only to see the once rich tomb was suddenly completely empty, as though a grave robber swooped through and stole every artifact, every last gold coin, the whole treasure trove I had discovered was gone beside one final artifact, a jewel encrusted lamp. Disappointed I would look towards the entrance and see the tomb was sealed as a sense of dread set in, had time accelerated and I was abandoned in these empty ruins.

"Master, you have three wishes, use them wisely". That low voice would speak again as I turned and saw a rather muscular man before me dressed in ancient Egyptian garb. He stood close to the lamp as though he was bound to it, he hadn't been here earlier.

"Who are you and are we trapped inside this tomb?" I asked the stranger hoping for a logical answer.

The genie wagged his finger disapprovingly at me. "I only respond to questions if you phrase them as wishes Master". "Damnit" I thought to myself, although I saw no other way out of my predicament, so I decided to play his little games. "Ok then, I wish to know who you are and, are we trapped inside this tomb?" The genie again wagged his finger in disapproval. "This is two questions in one master, I can only grant one wish at a time so you must wish to know the answer to each one separately if you want the answers to both." 
I let out a sigh of frustration. "First I wish to know who you are." "Very well master", said the genie. "I am the first genie ever to be bound to this plane of existence. However, due to me being bound to this lamp I can only use my power to grant wishes." 

"Alright then, second I wish to know if we are trapped inside this tomb". "You are", said the genie. "The magic of this tomb was meant to hide me from the world and prevent my power from being used. However, the priestesses who created the magic were able to move in and out of the tomb without issue, although no ordinary people could."

I pondered for a moment, before I had realized I may have committed a terrible mistake. “Wait, those were questions, not wishes, right? I still have three wishes?”. “You’re asking two questions yet again, mister, but I’ll be kind this time around: those counted as wishes, so you only have one more left. Choose your words wisely”.

I walked around the tomb, the genie watching every movement I made as he very patiently waited for my “last wish”. As the initial panic subsided, an idea popped up, one that seemed so obvious, and I called myself dumb for not thinking about it prior to that.

“Alright, I have my third wish”. The genie would nod, listening carefully. “I wish to leave this tomb, having the fortune it once had at my disposal”.

The genie would snap its fingers before wishing me farewell, fading into the smoke that once again engulfed my surroundings, this time though, things would be different. I fell onto my knees as a great sensation of weakness and even drowsiness washed over me. I thought the genie had tricked me into doing something against me, but I wasn’t aware at the time that the only one at fault was myself.

What I knew for certain, was that I had to get out by any means possible. The smoke slowly began to pull back into the lamp. From the corner of my eye, I could see the countless treasures that had originally filled the room reappear out of the smoke, making me feel a bit relieved despite everything.

As I crawled towards the sealed doorway, the smoke moved around my body, causing a strange tingly sensation to spread through it on top of the sense of weakness. Though I was too distracted and drowsy to notice it, the shape of my body began to change. My hips widened significantly, forcing me to change the way I moved, and my skin smoothened as it slowly began to darken. My clothes started melting and reshaping as my body continued to feel more heavy and unwieldy. But as I raised my hand to the stone slab sealing the entrance to the room, it evaporated as if by magic!

By this point, the drowsiness had turned to exhaustion. But knowing that I was rich and no longer trapped gave me the energy to keep going just a little further. As I finished dragging myself out of the room, the last thing I saw before passing out was my hair falling in front of my eyes.

When I finally come to, after however long, I find myself in a similar looking place, but not quite the same as before. As I try to pick myself up, the moans and groans I produce along with the strangely shifting weight of my body immediately tells me that something must have gone wrong with my last wish. “Gnnghhh… Ahhh… What is this?” A sultry, accented voice escapes from my lips, matching my darker complexion and skimpy robes. 

I feel a pair of something big twitching on top of my head as I inspect what has happened to my body. Barely any skin covered, incredibly long, dark hair, and a set of impossible to ignore weights on my chest. I cup my ample underboob with my slender digits, truly astonished at how it was even possible for them to grow this massive and cumbersome. 

“Unfff… it must have been… Yes, a priestess. But must they have such… erotic bodies?” I ask myself, taking a few steps and struggling to control the sway of my beyond child-bearing hips and the jiggle of my newly divine breasts. I would never expect to be in the perspective of a body this alluring, but the powers it granted me allowed me to escape what would have been my final resting place. 

“Now, what to take with me…” I quickly cast my gaze around the room and the countless treasures strewn around it, evaluating their worth to decide what to bring back with me. I had no illusions about my own limitations after all, especially with how my body had… changed - if I were to overestimate my strength it could very well prove to be fatal in the harsh conditions of this desert. I picked up a golden goblet inlaid with precious gemstones, slipped a golden locket fashioned into the shape of an ankh around my neck, and looked around for my pack, ready to leave this place behind. 

But it was only then that the true extent of the genie’s trick was revealed to me. “My pack… where is it!?” Even the panic in my voice sounded alluring in that new voice I hadn’t gotten used to hearing, my frantic scramble towards the corner where I had set down my equipment yielding no results aside from the realization of just how… ponderous my assets were, and how sensitive they were as they swung and collided against each other, creating feelings too scandalous for me to describe here. 

I stood back up, looking down at myself, and threw the goblet to the floor in frustration. Of course, this attire had no pockets! 

Just as I was about to lose my temper, I could hear faint voices from outside the tomb. It was at that point I realized my hearing also had magically improved. I could hear every faint gust of wind, every small droplet reaching the floor, and every weirdly sensual breath I took. But there was also something else. With every noise I heard, I could feel something sensitive twitching on top of my head. As I cautiously moved my slender, delicate fingers to my head, I felt something extremely soft and pointy. After further inspection, I concluded that it could only be one thing - furry animal ears. But before I could explore my new alluring parts any further, I realized that I had a mission to complete. 

With new determination, I tried once again to grab as much valuables as I physically could, even placing a few rare gemstones between my shockingly large bust. I couldn't help but to squirm a bit in place as I felt how incredibly soft and plump, they felt against my gentle touch. 

When I held as much of the treasure I could, I slowly began making my way towards the exit. I could hear every piece of expensive metal clinging together with each step. Although, due to my voluptuous body, my hips naturally swayed enticingly as I moved. I reached the exit and finally felt the fresh outside air brushing against my dark skin. But as my eyes adjusted to the bright light from the sun, I knew something was wrong.

The once desolate ruins that had eroded over time had miraculously been restored, and what surrounded the tomb was an oasis. With my advanced hearing, I could hear the hustle and bustle of the city below. Had I been sent back in time? The 80 servants that surrounded me, along with a parade (it was a literal parade in my honor) I later took through town, told me everything.

I have spent my days since then lounging in the shade and being worshiped by my hundreds of thousands of followers.  Sure, it was a bit odd to live out my life in a body whose tits and ass were so big every painting my followers made of me looked like some sort of ancient porn, but I’d be lying if I said I never indulged in it.  I was surrounded by buff Egyptians everyday, so, as they say, when in Rome…or Egypt.  I did actually get to visit Rome though, even saw Caesar.  He certainly wasn’t what I was expecting: imagine shorter, bigger ass, more feminine features…now that I’m listing it out, he was so cute why didn’t I just fuck him when I had the chance.

I digress…  If you are reading this note that I left as a guide, that means you have made it to the same tomb I had many years ago.  Under no circumstances should you ask stupid questions you should already know the answer to, under no circumstances are you to think the genie has your best interest at heart, and under no circumstances should you wish to become an incredibly hot Egyptian priests with tits big enough to be worshiped and an ass so big your followers literally say that its jiggling causes earthquakes.  Don’t wish to be a priestess that is pampered everyday by her incredibly hot servants.  Just…uh…don’t…I’m speaking from experience here.  You’d totally hate it…

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