Now in actuality there wasn't enough power in the
'transmutator cells ' that powered this chamber.
For very good reason.
The grey robed psycho knew that anything organic in that room,including you ,him and that rat hiding in a corner over there,were going to suffer the same change
roughly so
The crazy doomsday coot had already exposed himself to low doses of
transmutor energy in the past and was more resistant to them then he'd been at the beginning of his experiments.
So although he'd sprouted a womans breasts under those robes
at the same time you were,and the private area changes as well)
he was not 'hardened to change' and thus while you were experience massive pain as your breasts formed,he hadn't experienced the same level of pain as you did.
So when the transmutor cells drained dry,you fainted as the reversion back into a 16 year old male kid was beyond your minds ability to cope.
So while you lay stretch out on a 18 foot diameter Babylonian Transfiguration Stone Slab,spread eagled and stretched out by the light chains he'd used for the test run
the doomsday guy was merely wincing with pain as his body shifted
back into a male form.
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The aside
Phineas Troy,genuine believer in the notion the world needed a good cleansing of humanitys sinful ways,had been just another doomsday
crackpot till a while earlier when he'd come across a old journal from the
1850s written by a British antiquarian who'd headed off to the recently rediscovered ruins of Babylon.
Troy had found the journal in a dusty old book on the legends of the
Whore of Babylon,that mythical creature that would pop up whenever the End of the World took another turn at wiping
out humanity.
The big old tome contained stacks of stuff,but the British explorers journal had been placed in between the pages telling the story
of the cursed Babylonian Princess.
Basically this version of the end said that in 600BC,with torrential rains
causing the lower parts of Babylon to be submerged in the rising flood waters,the King was frantic with worry because his third daughter had gone missing.
So whilst he ordered the rest of the royal family to cast off without him,
( not before tossing the royal crown on the heaad of his eldest son)
he'd waded through the rising sea ,and then swam through it,till he noticed the long abandoned Temple of Transfiguration,which
contained some Atlantis relics dredged up centuries earlier,seemed
to be occupied.
Now the Atlantean based Temple happened to be a room 99 feet
in diameter,lined with brick walls ,whilst on its roof was lined a sort of
reflecting telescope apparatus of copper mirrors that reflected
the Suns rays at a huge black gem four feet in diameter that apparently
fired the Suns light .transfigured,down through a hole in
the Temples roof 30 feet down onto a Babylonian Transfiguration
Stone Slab ( complete with binding rope of course)
What the Atlantean mystics hadmeant by 'transfiguration'
no one alive in 600BC Babylon knew.
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Well it seemed the Kings third daughter had partially used
the gizmo.
She was a bit of a repressed prude,not much under the bedsheets,or so her
lovers had used to tell the Kings spies.
Then suddenly , a new whore had appeared in Babylon,keeping her face covered to hide her identity.For her face covering
neequa she'd used a blacked crocodiles hide with
two holes for the eyes,and had expertly sewn on
crocodile teeth dangling along the bottom of the neequa,and shiny gold
crocodile nostrils affixed on the mask where her nose would be.This mysterious
prostitute to Phonecian sailors had also fashioned supple green gloves out of the forepaws of a crocodile ( complete with talons,as well
as a breast covering from a crocodiles paler underbelly to enhance her
own bosom to make it look bigger,as well as other crocodillian accessories to bring out a fuller figure then the one she actually had.
It was as if the Babylonian sea-crocodile goddess Tia -Mat
herself had risen out of the Euphrates to sell her sexual services
to the Phoenician sailors.
So the guys had quickly named her the
Dragon Whore of Babylon.
This mysterious Dragon Whore of Babylon made all the other
whores seem like rank amateurs.
The King had finally given up on his repressed prude of a third daughter and had
planned to marry her off to some
lowly commoner to be rid of her.
No Queen of Assyria would she ever be.
So,guessing his daughter had headed into the Temple before the
flood had started,
So up the ramp the King dashed and entered the circular room and found her
stretched out spread eagled in the room,on the
Transfiguration Slab,moaning in ecstasy,clearly in the throes of a artificially induced female orgasm.
Piled up beside the heaving nude princess on the slab lay the black strophium
and lacy black hip coverings of a Prostitute Belly Dancer.
And the knife she planned to use to free herself from the bindings eventually,
as well as the unmistakeable crocodillian neequa,taloned gloves
and pale coloured bosom-vest of the Dragon Whore of Babylon.
The King gasped as he realized his daughter was the Whore.
There could only be one Whore.
And the flickering multi-coloured light the black gem 30 feet above her
was shining on her seemed to be how she became quite the sexual huntress.
"More" cooed the bound princess as another wave of sexual
pleasure swept through her body.
The horrified King instead swept the knife clattering to the floor
and shouted
"You are no daughter of mine.
Just as ye lived as Tia-Mat's Whore
,I swear and curse ye to die as Tia-Mat's Whore
He cast her things ,which he found bundled up
in her princely gown,onto the floor,including the
nine beauty mirrors she had used to make her self even prettier.
He stormed out the room.
Back in the chamber,the nine mirrors and that knive on the floor,reflected even more sunlight at the black gem above,and the
silent multi-coloured light beam began to take on a slight
"sizzzzzllle" as the bound princess's skin began to blister and
bubble from the more intense transfiguration beam.
She got out one more lusty moan
"MOOAARRR"
then the first tears of pain
then
"GAAAAHHHGGG"
But there was nobody there to help free her as she
began to struggle to free herself from the Stone Slab and the transfiguration.
"GAHHHHGGG"
again escaped her parched throat as her spine began to arch in
an impossible curve.
<CRAKKKK"
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