Mummy Milkers(Trickywi Tg) (Patreon)

"Welcome back to the tombs my lovely raiders. Thanks again to Jake for bringing an actual raid of 5 people to this stream. As you all know this is something I've been excited about for the last year!"

Peter's enthusiasm was only marred by the relatively low number of people watching, his Twitch chat easy enough to manage which was the one bright side of only having a hundredish people watching. There was always something bracing about reality. Sure he wasn't exactly born to be a streamer and it was more just a necessity to fund his expedition, but he had always imagined on the big day that thousands would tune in to see the almost once in a lifetime opportunity of a sarcophagus being opened.

...shit was it because he called it a Pharoah Unboxing? He had cringed at it, but he had to play the algorithm. People still liked unboxings right? Maybe this was why archeology was fading from a lot of the public's minds, too much time pouring over historical texts to learn the ins and outs of trends. Or maybe he just found it easier to extrapolate after the moment had passed, since his papers on the living and culture of ancient Egypt had certainly earned him more than enough high honors. Well even if it was a mistake, he wouldn't let something so small ruin his grand discovery of a hidden chamber deep inside the maze of this ancient tomb.

"If this is your first time raiding with us, this is the tomb of a long rumored, but hard to prove fourth wife. Most scholars believed her to be an urban legend due to most of her carvings having talked of great sorcery. Said to be Hathor's living embodiment, which if you don't know was Egypt's pleasure goddess. I'm getting off track, but half of her records were considered some of the earliest written pornographic writings, though I theorized they were historical. But yes after many months of painstaking research and a lot of jokes from you all on me just having old fashioned tastes, the moment is here! Her... unboxing!"

He waved grandly towards the sarcophagus, then remembered the camera wasn't going to move itself so he quickly scrambled to set up another shot, his portable wifi scraping on the plastic he put down to avoid any unnecessary damage to the ancient bricks. After setting it back up and a few more archeologist jokes on how many artifacts were just ancient dildos, it was time for the main event. Gloves were on, the seal dissolver was applied across the crevices though it would still take a few minutes of careful work with a chisel to get the top off. Might as well banter while he did the busy work.

"This wouldn't be the first time someone took her top off according to the records, though again she was a priestess of Hathor. The pharaoh's other wives were so jealous of her it was rumored they had all records of her destroyed after her demise, hence the difficulty I had finding this tomb. According to records it was only in death was her spell broken though they were scared of her curse. Said to be able to mesmerize anyone who laid eyes on her, so perfect for Twitch. Maybe I should make a prayer before opening this lid. Oh Hathor please grant me endless funds and unbeatable charisma! Please Hathor I be thee!"

He waited a bit, chat laughing at the antics, a few even joking he should have arranged a collab with her beforehand.

"Alright enough of that. It should be another few minutes before-"

There was a small gap opened, his chisel wedged inside. The lid would be some mix of stone, wood and pottery with gold to embellish it, so it had to weigh quite a lot. By all accounts there was no way it'd be coming off soon. That made it all the more shocking when his hit spread the gap of the lid just a tiny bit, the entire coffin quaking as a loud boom shook the air, the lid popping off as the mummified remains and countless bandages of the deceased queen filled the room with glittery, perfumed grit and particulates, a mix that Peter took head on as his mouth and body were ensnared.

Peter being the reedy nerd he was, rarely ever cursed on stream, preferring a more approachable geek persona for his channel. Then again it wasn't every day your mouth was filled with evaporated corpse flesh as the dust and other sandy grains blasted down his throat.

"KFF FUCK! CHHK NNGH SHIT AGH GAH IT'TH IN MAH NOTHE SPTT SPTT!"

At least it smelled nice, though smell was about the last thing he was concerned with as he tried to spit out what he had just breathed in, flailing his arms to try and clear the dust. His throat was scratchy now, Peter desperate not to swallow, mucusy hacks sabotaged by how dry and dusty his mouth felt. Where were his canteens? He had like five of the fuckers and he needed water desperately, his eyes scanning through the haze, looking for the glow of his laptop. For a moment he saw chat reacting, a lot of shock, some theorizing that maybe his chisel had scraped a metal band and a spark had ignited the gas of a dead body yada yada. For once Peter didn't give a shit about chat as he groped around, giving a strangled cheer once his fingers found one of his trusty bottles.

The first mouthful he gargled, something a bit off about the melodic way it bubbled out, but he was so thankful for the wetness. His throat bobbed, a bit dribbling down his throat as he almost swallowed before he remembered just what was in it as he spat the revolting mixture onto the floor. He hardly noticed the jiggling mass that had been his Adam's Apple, his breathy sighs not even registering as he picked up another canteen, his mouth still dry. Sure he was in Egypt, but it rarely felt this hot, the humid heat clinging to him, dotting his khakis with sweat. The next mouthful of water like mana from heaven as he savored it, cooing as he licked his chapped lips, their heat pocked roughness rejuvenated to smooth, alluring shapes.

"Not my KFF finest hour right there. I just hff hff need a bit more hff water before I- Oh you get it."

For a moment he took stock of things, his body still dusted in a mix of dust and other things, though what surprised him most were the oddly intact bandages draped awkwardly over him. He almost tore them away, but he had done enough damage to the artifacts here, and he was finding it harder to think amidst the incessant heat, clinging to every inch, the sweat almost caressing his skin as he shifted uncomfortably in his top, the back stuck, the fabric starting to sag. Water would help. Water was good. He needed more now, then his head would clear up, the heat would abate. Then he'd feel good...

Despite the need he gingerly cupped his canteen, unaware how suggestively he was starting to hold it, his pinkies raised as the dirt and grime stained his nails darker. The sound of comments were chiming out but they paled next to the black hole of his canteen's opened hole, Peter sucking at first, but the more he lapped at it, the more his grip shifted, his body just doing what felt right.

The neck of the canteen really did fit perfectly in his mouth, his swollen lips sliding effortlessly up and down as he continued to lick it, his fingers working the bottle up and down as they gradually tipped it up. The cool water just felt so amazing on his tongue as it rimmed the lip, sucking more of the neck of it in as he worked his jaw. There was a slight bit of stiffness there, but the harder he sucked the more it resolved, his cheeks molding to the bottle as the pure refreshing chill elicited a moan. Was it supposed to feel this good just... drinking water? He had to say something, not wanting this to be an impromptu ASMR stream, but his fingers were already twisting open his other canteen, a chill rolling through his skin as it turned divinely smooth, so tender that it made the heat all the more maddening and the water oh so satisfying to suck out.

Yes he'd suck every. Last. Drop.

"Yes hydration is important. S-ohhh~ important to this hot, drrraining work. You can imagine how back breaking it must have been. All those oiled up muscular slaves baking in this intense ahhh~ heat. This chamber probably hasn't been this wet for millennia. That's why I need to appreciate this gift thoroughly."

He didn't know why it felt easier to talk to his audience, but something had finally clicked. Maybe it was just the heat making him delirious but there was a casual flirtiness that felt natural now. Before he felt an insecure need to keep the audience's attention, but now he felt confident in it. Though gods was it getting stuffy in here.

Long black nails topped slender digits, his palms smoothly rubbing the base of the canteen as it felt larger in his hands, tossing the cap away with a teasing sort of flick as he rubbed the cool bottle against his brow.

"Ohhh~ yes. Though the nethers of the tomb might be dark and inviting, they were built from the ground up, so all that heat would just build and build without releassse."

His tongue gave a strange sort of spasm as it slid along the rim of the bottle, moistly tapping against the cool plastic as he made it wriggle, lapping up the droplets of condensation as he shifted to a one handed grip, his freed hand fanning the near burning heat steaming under his clothes. When that wasn't enough, he began fidgeting with the buttons, some undoing themselves easily, the more stubborn ones cut through by his claw like nails as the onyx black blades half sliced open his cargo jacket.

He repeated the motion twice, loving the escape of heat, his sweat soaked skin begging for more as his nail teasingly bisected both his dress shirt and the undershirt beneath. Slowly he lowered his lips to the canteen, moaning as his eyes trembled, red rubies glowing in the light of the tomb as he peeled away his top layers teasingly, showing the smooth, tanned flesh dripping with need as every gulp was its own bliss to savor.

By this point his clothing was sopping wet, half pasted to his skin as it unwrapped, its own weight gradually revealing more of his body as he shrugged his shoulders, eyes fluttering in utter bliss as his tongue snaked deep into the canteen and scraped along the sides. His skin was hot with arousal, his ears burning the more he drank, his hips rocking back and forth as his pants began to sag. He felt so hot, so wet, his free hand tracing circles over his slippery flesh, running along his skin with need as his shoulders added to the seductive show he felt compelled to continue, the sounds of bone crunching lost under his own moans as he deep throated the canteen.

There was a wet sounding squish as his shirts plopped to the floor, only the bandages left, hugging against his chest as two prominent bumps perked against the white restraints. They were hardly the only thing perked, but they were the easiest to access, Peter not even thinking once his wandering fingers scraped around an erect nipple, his tweaks teasing and fondling the nubs, nearly choking him as he cried in orgasmic bliss.

It was too much, his face burning, his body so hot. He needed release, he needed cooling, draining the backup canteen dry. He smacked his lips, wiping them against an arm as the muscles atrophied, frictionless flesh nuzzling against his face as he whimpered, so completely in need, so pent up. It didn't take long for him to toss the other container, giving his other lump some much needed attention, barely even thinking about how strange it was to fondle his chest like this. It just felt right, so obvious to do, the pleasure building with the heat, his moans rising to a rattling shriek of ecstasy as he jerked his hips forwards as all at once, five separate spots burst on his body.

"OHHHH~ GAHHHHDDESSSS~!"

First his cock, cum gushing down his sweat soaked pants, his hips thrusting back and forth in need as he squealed. Then his chest, all that water bubbling in his stomach, pooling upwards as tiny ridges pushed against the bandages. Finally his ears, the strangest spot to react so strongly to arousal, yet they felt the greatest burst as his head rocked backwards, a curtain of pink hair spurting out his scalp as his ears violently wrenched upwards.

It was like the headpats of the gods, his ears fanning out as black and purple fur sprouted, his hips thrusting three more times as he came, each one given a wet, glistening tear as matching horns sprouted in front. First two massive, curved brutes, then two slender twisting spirals before a weak trickle of cum left the changing archeologist panting from exertion, his tender skin constantly being teased by the now ass length mane of pink.

It was pleasure beyond anything he had ever imagined, yet the novelty of it finally broke him out of his trance as he stared down at himself. He had built up a bit of a tan through his work but this? His skin was as brown as the bricks, running his fingers over it eliciting a sultry moan as he noticed just how sexy his voice was, flexing hands that most certainly not his yet reacted to his every desire as they played with long pink hair finer than the richest of silks. This couldn't be his body. These perfect, girlish arms, the round shoulders still gyrating teasingly as he felt his cheek, needing to see what else had changed. Slowly he stepped towards his laptop. No. Stepping wasn't the right word, his body naturally moving at a saunter, his hips awkwardly jerking as he moved.

Staring back at him was the face of a goddess, his tongue split at the end in a snakelike fashion as the sight filled him with arousal. He couldn't help but moan as he winked, purring out a confused, "Isss thahht me?"

No that couldn't be right, even as he blew kisses to himself, his free hand still fondling the bandages around his chest. A person didn't just change like that. There had to be some reasonable explanation for why he was seeing such an alluring vision, something that would explain his extreme thirst and arousal, something he had just- Oh of course! He slid his tongue back inside, resisting the urge to rattle, giggling at the thought of how silly he must have looked.

"Ohh~ this must be sooo confusing to you all. Mmm~ of all the traditions I'd be talking about I didn't think I'd bring up Mummia."

Goddess he had always been horrified when he found out about it, wondering how anyone could even think of doing something so disgusting just for an aphrodisiac, but feeling it, the way his cock twitched back to life, how easily his body wanted this, he could understand the appeal.

"Sorry if I'm making a fool of myself and giggling like a ahhn giiirl. See due to a mistranslation in the 12th century, people thought Mummia meant mummies, sooo ohh ohh~ nngh sorry. English nobles used to buy mummies and grind them up ahhhs an aphrodisiac. R-Right now I breathed in a cloud of ground up mummy sooo~ I accidentally took some. I didn't know it worked so ohh~ oh strahhng b-huuut I almost thought I was turning into a girl. Crazy ri-"

It was only cause he turned to the comments that he noticed how fast chat was going, so fast in fact that the notification beeps had glitched out. His stream had more viewers than ever, and all of them were freaking out. A few of the unfamiliar probably new people were saying it looked fake, but "you look sexy girl, how'd you do the tongue thing?" But all his regulars were spamming messages yelling at him that this was real, that he was changing. Now that he thought about it, mummia never had a hallucinatory effect, a few stammers rising to a shriek as his erect nipples were groped by the queen's bandages, ready to put on a show.

"O-Okay so this iiiiisss nngh ooh r-real. I need to-"

What could he actually do at this point? Run? He already inhaled the crap changing him, besides his legs were trembling messes from the raw pleasure ramming into him every few seconds. It seemed that Hathor wasn't holding back either, his awareness of the changes progressing from the more subtle foreplay to rougher fucking as his stomach gurgled, his breathing growing more erratic as his muscle and sinew lightly pulsated against his flesh.

"Ooh th-this muuuhssst be part of the c-huuurssse nngh OOH OH GAAAWDESS~!"

Individual lumps of muscle wriggled under his flesh, intensely teasing the skin it bulged past as tiny clumps crawled under his skin. It left small dimples of lost bulk to his form, his waist gradually thinning with each crawling mass, Peter's mouth moving on reflex.

"Nngh th-this looks like thahht one scene from The Muhhhmmy with the scarab b-HEEEEatles. B-But rather than death I ooh~ PLEASSSE IT'SSS SSSOOOO~ HYAAAAA~!"

Another orgasm forcefully tore through his body, Peter moaning in bliss as the wriggling lumps of fat reached under his nipples, each one nipping underneath to latch on as his emerging breasts were teased expertly inside and out. Some of the bandages were happy to squeeze, colonies of fat either migrating upwards or being pureed to roll over his stomach, the heaving, curvy center losing all hint of muscle as it danced to the rhythm of his euphoric changes.His legs tucked inwards, his cock a raging inferno of need as his nipples were rubbed and groped by the scattered remains of bandages. The sheer weight of them dragged him down finally, his legs crunching as knees slapped against ancient brick, his hips bursting out with a flurry of cum as his new breasts bathed in the attention of his viewers.

There were whispers in his mind from the goddess, the groping forceful yet not without its own gentle technique, the goddess directing his eyes towards the climbing viewer count on his stream. He knew the previous queen was a well known lover of attention in all the texts he could find, even his half distracted mind unable to stop the bevy of muscle memories naturally making him pose for the camera. He had only had breasts for a minute and already his spine was working in alien ways to accent them, his long snake tongue dangling into his cleavage as he stared into the camera as if this was natural. It was his most viewed stream ever, the numbers still climbing as the notification bar for clips showed how many people were enjoying the goddess's curse. Peter wasn't sure how to feel about it, the helplessness countered by how supremely good it all felt, his mind wandering as he continued to talk through it.

"Mmm~ I think the curssse is ressstoring the priestesss baaack~ as what was in the sssarcophagusss."

He staggered back to his feet, showing off his new curves as his bony hips shook seductively.

"Thankfully they didn't value brainsss much s-OHH~! S-Sorry thessse bandages are frisssky mmm~! But I think my head'sss already changed. It's just the goddesss boons making m-OHHHRE p-playfull."

It did give him some semblance of control as his body quivered under the pleasureful gaze of his viewers, the ability to narrate it proving that his mind was still-

"AHHHN AHH GAHHHDDESS OHHH LOOOORD~!"

Perhaps he was worrying about the wrong head as something rounded and thin suddenly pressed against his urethra, cum weighing his pants slowly past his hips as he squealed, the instrument thrusting into his dick. It jammed immediately, the phantom force stoppering all further releases as it twisted twice before shoving deeper, the repetitive motion addicting as he rubbed his thin thighs together, feeling the first feminine plunge of being penetrated.

"IIIII~ I think I kn-OHHHHHH~ what's nnmp NNGHOOOH H-AHHHPPENING~!"

He could feel his dick widening with each inwards thrust, the half spoon half hook instrument pushing closer and closer to the base of his manhood.

"Th-The Egyptiansss didn't care fOHHHR OOHR OHRRR~ B-Brainsss sso they AHH r-removed them. NNGH! I-I think the g-HAAAAAWddesss is about to dOOO OOH OOH~ th-the same to my bAHHHL AHH IT'S HAHHHHPPENNNEEEENGH~!"

It was hard to get technical with the commentary as the instrument fully entered his internals, Peter nearly crying from the pleasure as the tool bent right, the hooked end digging into his ball as his pants continued to slide down his sweat and cum soaked legs. At this point Peter's commentary had devolved into unearthly wails of pure debauchery, the hook swirling around inside his sack, mashing the right testicle to pulp as the sack holding it dimpled inwards. From there it was a slow, twisting shimmy as the veiny tendril that remained was slotted deep into his right hip, Peter nearly choking on his own blissful squeals as heat began pouring into his body from the inverted lump.

He needed release desperately, feeling it rattle inside his organs, pushing against the instruments as it pulled back out slowly. The pullout was painfully slow, Peter begging the force changing him as small trickles of release squirted out in short beads. Finally he felt the instrument scrape his widened tip, effortlessly popping out as his wails echoed through the hollow caverns of the pyramid. It was a torrent, half his masculinity fully pulped and drained as the fluids thinned as they spilled, anything spilled replaced with Hathor's gifts as the right side of his ass and hips curved out with every passing moment, drawing the stray bandages tighter over his erect cock. Something thick splattered to the floor, though Peter hardly cared at this point, his pants pooled to the floor as he spread his legs, gasping as the tool once again thrust inside his cock.

Looking down gave him a clear view, his cock widening as it was thrust into once more, no finer movements needed as the first push had already shaped his cock for a repeat push. He gripped his shaft, groaning as he fell back to the ground, his right leg shifting too rapidly for any balance to be kept as fat was pumped till near bursting inside his thigh and ass. Plush fat soon sent his perfectly tanned skin to rub agains his stubbier cock, the push of the instrument forcing it to shrink, inches of it compressed as the device forked left this time.

The need was too strong to hold back, Peter stroking his cock as he happily moaned, ready for more of the blissful sensations. At this point he didn't really care too much about losing his cock. He had been willing to sacrifice years of his life to prove his thesis and he could claim to be the only person provably cursed by a tomb. There was definitely some mental conditioning influencing all of his actions but when it felt this good and led to acceptance so naturally, was he really all that upset over losing his old gangly body?

The faster he stroked the quicker the invisible instrument dived, his sack bulging for a few seconds as it stirred his remaining testosterone to estrogen, his right foot scraping against the bricks as its nails darkened to black talons, toes curling in delight as they shrank, his right half eagerly rubbing against what it'd soon match. He wanted it gone, begging the goddess to take care of the unsatisfying blockage, screaming as the remaining sack popped inside as he prostrated himself in deference, feeling it fuck deep into his nethers as his lopsided ass evened out with the sensual bloating of his left cheek.

"***H-AHHHHHTHOR PRAISE H-AHHHHTHOR~!***"

Never had he prayed so earnestly, screaming in thanks as he came the last of it out, his fingers rapidly stroking his shrunken dick as the power of the pyramid built inside his prostate. It wanted to make its own inside and she was more than happy to submit. Yes it was about that time, her cum thinning to streams clearer than the Nile, her thighs removing even the hint of a gap between them as she rolled her errant cock between. The goddess was digging inside, preparing her altar, Peter groaning as her prostate shuddered inside her new innards. Spheres really were less optimal weren't they? And she knew just what shape would suit her new form better as the top of it burst open.

She sang in orgasmic praise, feeling her womb emerge from the sphere, a perfect inverted pyramid of femininity filling her with Hathor's blessings, her wide hips swaying back and forth as her calves curved into slender pedestals for her beauty, her left foot twitching into a perfect copy of her right. There was only one thing left, her widened tip curling tighter, the stretched out length snapping in as half her length was pulled against her needy womb, Hathor's altar demanding its sacrifice.

"Oooh~ I-I know mossst pyramidsss had sssecret tunnelsss carved out for essscape. I never thought I'd get to feel that prAHHHcesss first- Ooh~ F-Fiiiisss- AHHN AHH HAAAATHOR YESSS~!"

She didn't know such bliss was possible, her fingers pushing on the melting shaft, no need for such a worthless staff when her goddess's power filled her very being. It was spreading inside her, splitting her with its own self fucking as each inch she shoved inside thinned the rest of it. Her own pyramid was rushing to meet her goddess's Peter squeezing her tip as it shrank into an erect click, one final thrust all she needed for the whole shaft to finish its journey to the underworld as Hathor's newest priestess came on camera.

The changed archeologist wasn't satisfied yet, the release divine but ever the diligent archeologist she needed to explore every crevice of her newly carved cavern, her fingers ready to slip inside till she looked up and remembered she was on stream.

"Oh right you're all ssstill here... Well, I hope thisss hasss been asss intellectually arousssing asss it wasss physssically. I'll be back after a few daysss of more thorough invessstigation of my findingsss. Bye bye!"

As much as she wanted to flaunt for her audience, she didn't want to be banned, a scroll through the VOD showing her fall to the floor shielding the more nsfw bits out of frame, mostly just her own face and tits rubbing near the viewfinder, her perfect, Hathor granted... It didn't take long for the fingering to start as she rewatched her changes, joining her chat in downloading the whole thing as she knew she'd be rewatching it again and again, moaning as the first of many successful explorations yielded exactly what she wanted to find in her own chambers, more pleasure.

A few months later and Trickywi's life had changed drastically. It wasn't often your own explorations topped both five science journals and the most watched videos of pornhub after clips got reposted, but these days she attracted attention naturally. She certainly had made a lot of strides in getting people interested in exploration, especially of her own body in her more private deluxe streams that were well viewed, though plenty still watched her regular content. It certainly helped that her outfit revealed as much as possible without breaking ToS. It wasn't like she couldn't find new clothes, but this just felt more natural to her. She loved it and so did her audience, and speaking of...

"Welcome back my oh so lovely raiders..."

It took a few weeks to get rid of the rattle too in her lines, though she let one loose every now and then when she was teasing a viewer.

"Today's the day we dive deep into my own goddesses temple who graciously gave me memories of where it had sunk into the sand. That's right, you're all going to get the chance to get intimate with me this stream. I do hope you're all ready to explore because I'm desperate for a good... investigation."

Chat exploded at that as she gave a wink, ready for another successful stream. And when they found the pleasure chamber, well that's when they'd switch to the members only stuff as she'd give a full demonstration on how to use each of the ritualistic pleasure devices. She was truly born for this, the priestess knowing above all that not a single person could ever call her streams boring these days, especially with how much fun learning could be...