As Bastet decided on the fate of her divine instrument, her forepaws left and began to massage the testicles hanging beneath her manhood. Putting more pressure on the sack, the goddess reshaped her lower sex by absorbing it into her crotch before opening it up into a pussy. She’d be a lousy goddess of motherhood if her reincarnated form did not have a womb. As the cascade of changes required for her reproductive system continued, the anthropomorphic feline deity returned to her cock.
After falling on the side of keeping it, Bastet decided it still needed adjustments. Firstly, turning it into something worthy of a creature of her stature. Not obscenely large, just enough to send shudders and thrills when her future devotees imagined taking it inside of them for the first time. Next she pulled and shaped her skin like clay to create a discreet sheath for it to hide until she required the scepter’s services. Two ways of siring children were surely better than one. More fun, in any case. Seeing the sensual and playful quirk in her reflection did bring something else to the goddess’ attention.
The costume she wore was a cheap plastic and low-quality fabric affair. Unable to stand this insult, she ran her paws over the accessories she had brought alongside her mask. The ushek collar was decorated in gold; white pearls, rubies, and sapphires as the beads; while a cat’s-eye jewel sat as its centerpiece. Midas himself would be jealousy as anything remotely of, or supposed to be, metal turned a radiant yellow. Bastet had sharp claws already, but transformed the wristbands to clawed gauntlets to capture her deadly elegance and as a reminder of her willingness to protect her kittens and home of her adherents. She did not leave out her tail out, adding beads before capping her tip with a stinger like the claws on her fingers.
A goddess always had enough to work with. Bastet was soon clad in white strips of silk with almost translucent and airy blue accents falling down the sides. The long, billowing, and layered skirt was cut to allow full access for her limber legs. Though the cat had a weakness for jewelry, and burdened herself further with piercings and other ornaments. Before wearing the veil to cover her snout and lower face, she ran her paws through her hair as the loose locks shifted to golden beaded braids that spilled down to her shoulder blades and breasts. Breaking with the feline themes, her royal circlet featured serpentine designs and the earrings bore the hallmark of holy scarabs.
Last came permanently marking her black fur with glittering gold. What else could be worthy of her? Though she wove shades of blue in around the intricate design for her eyes. In the plain, relatively speaking, anthro’s place, now stood a creature worthy of being called an Egyptian goddess of the hearth and family. But while Bastet had fun, a cramped changing room was no place for her to linger.