Prompt: The Quicksand Queen (Part 3)

Summary: 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 December 2022.

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Part 3

When Alex came to, she found herself in much the same way as before: naked, bespeckled with radiant jewelry, her body tingling and swirling with sand that seemed to constantly shift on its own. As she lay in the center of a dark, lonely chamber, she could feel the very beads of sand twisting around her, laying in a sand bank of her own making.

She absent-mindedly rubbed her tummy, leaving prints in the sand that quickly ebbed away. It was so flat now, no sign of the heavy-duty knapsack that her amorphous body had enveloped. And judging by the lack of scattered clothing, she had to conclude that she had consumed her attire as well. Just as well, it wasn't like she'd be needing it anymore. No more worrying about sunburns, or cuts, or scrapes.

These were the things she told herself, trying to find the silver lining, but it wasn't a tonic for her depression. She had traipsed out to a lonely place, taken on a terrible curse, and she had to keep it to herself. If she so much as risked meeting another living soul, what would happen? Would she consume them too? Her ruby-lined eyes stared idly at the swirling whirlpool, taking up her navel. She wondered if it had gotten slightly bigger...

The only thing that seemed to get her moving again were pangs of hunger, her body gurgling and groaning in a way that spread throughout her entire being, not just her stomach. She winced, clutching her gut. She reminded herself that, above all, she was an explorer, and she would chart this region's every nook and cranny.

...So long as she could get a steady foot underneath her. When she sat up, sand spilling down her back, she pressed her foot down to put some weight on it; she cried as it crumbled beneath her, sending her forward. She grumbled, pushing herself off the ground, her fall cushioned by her soft sand rack. She tried to get up, more slowly, but her limbs kept crumbling back into herself, causing her to spill into a heap of herself.

She grunted, pulling herself together, quite literally, fusing both of her legs into a single, curvy sandy pillar, her jewelry jingling with her every movement. She looked herself over, marvelling at how the magic stones dotted her body. It was like she was ready to perform a belly dancing routine... and they glowed so vibrantly, she could see through the darkness just fine.

As the sand shifted around her, so too did she slide forward around, as if riding an invisible roomba. She could manipulate the beads of sand to shift in front of her, then rise as she travelled over it. The sensation of millions, maybe billions of beads of sand coursing through her.

As she approached a set of ledges that resembled a stairwell suitable for giants, she focused inwards, allowing her body to surge up and over in a gentle, curving arc, clambering up the steps, splooshing into a pile of sand, then continuing again, like a slinky of sand, moving in reverse.

It wasn't long until she had reached the top. She reformed herself and slid forward. She looked down to her reforming arms. Alex felt an uneasy chill; she didn't like the idea of getting used to her alien body, but shapeshifting the way she did felt... natural. She clutched her hands to her chest, lost in thought. She needed to think about what she was going to do...

KCHUNK. As she thought, shifting forward in a daze, she absent-mindedly forgot about the array of traps she avoided when entering the temple. From a panel in the wall, a flurry of arrows launched in rapid succession; they easily penetrated her soft, amorphous body, sticking from her hips, torso, and one even pierced through her head.

She didn't seem to notice; she was too stressed about how her ID was in her knapsack. She'd never be able to prove her identity, and catching her scheduled flight home was well and truly out. She hugged herself, her arms stretching to wrap around her, sinking into her sandy form. What would her family think? She couldn't hug her parents anymore, lest they get sucked up within her too...

BOOOOOM!! Again, oblivious to her surroundings, she sprung another trap, a pillar coming down to flatten her! And again, she didn't seem to register any problem, her sandy form easily shifting out from underneath, cushioning her gem-encrusted body. The scattered sand particles easily shifted towards her, joining her as a whole.

Alex chastised herself. She always thought curses like these were mere superstitions. She even wrote about it in a university paper, and she had never taken it seriously. Maybe she had contributed to the myth that superstitions were myths after all... there would be no way she could have this terrible thing exorcised out of her... and even if they did, she'd probably die from it. She knew she ate some things she shouldn't have from her knapsack...

SHING!! A blade swung from the wall to lop off her upper body, but this didn't seem to phase her much at all; she wandered forward without her head and shoulders, the sliced off portion crumbling, sinking back into her body. Her head burbled back to life like an inflating bubble, still lost in thought. She didn't seem to notice anything that was happening to her... she didn't seem to feel it either.

SHOOM! As spears jutted up from the floor to pierce her, she simply slid out and through the shafts. She wondered if Rover, her favourite dog, would even recognize her like this. Dogs had powerful senses of smell, and she probably just smelled like dirt now. The idea of her furry best friend forgetting her was deeply upsetting...

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE... yeah, she wasn't paying attention at all. A massive boulder crashed into her from behind, carrying her along before scattering her across the hallway, rolling down to the end of the hall. Again, she reformed herself, now on her hands and knees as she bobbed out of a pile of sand. She wanted to cry, but she didn't have tear ducts. She at least wanted to close her eyes for a spell, but they were replaced with gems; she lurched back to a standing position, her scattered form reconstituting itself, and continued its steady march towards the bright outdoors.

It wasn't long until she had reached the temple's entrance once more, the sun hanging over the desert. The magic gemstones that embedded her entire being reflected the light, scattering beams of light in different directions. The effect reminded her of a disco ball...

Gurgle...

She groaned, cupping her stomach. She had used up too much energy clambering up the stairs, or wasted too much time getting here; whatever it was, she needed to get something in her. Thankfully, the temple was situated in a gorgeous oasis, and foraging would certainly provide quite a feast.

She spotted peaches growing in the shade of some of the mightier palms, and lurched over to get a closer look. She reflexively licked her dry lips (they seemed to get even drier as a result), taking a peach in her hands and raising it to her lips.

...It was a messy failure. Even with teeth lined with hard gemstones, she couldn't take a solid bite, and the chunks she did tear off sort of mixed in the sand. She didn't have an esophagus anymore, so despite her best efforts to chew, she really only roughed it up into pulp, filling up her mouth in the process. Her body seemed to resist her attempts at consuming the fruit orally, and she cried out in frustration, spitting it out. Despondent, and still racked with hunger pangs, she lowered the peach.

Shlurp...

"!" Alex tensed up, a familiar tension rocking her lower body, a sensation like a pinch... she glanced down, just in time to see the fruit slip into her spiralling naval, disappearing entirely. A warm, tingly feeling of satisfaction pervaded her being, the pangs ebbing slightly for a moment. Sand particles trickled from the corner of her mouth as she absent-mindedly reached for another. She pressed peaches into her tummy, one after another, excitedly drinking in the sensation of her body shifting to envelope each and every one.

But it wasn't enough. Her body was quivering, shifting madly, her mind fixated on filling the void within her. Her tummy navel swirled wildly, yearning for more. Pleasure echoed in her form, and she acted out on instinct. She lashed her arms out, elongating to five times their length, coiling around a mature palm tree. She grunted, her arms hardening as they tensed; the tree trembled, swaying as she heaved at the base...

SHSHSHS! The palm leaves rustled as, with a herculean effort, she uprooted the palm tree from the earth! With a show of incredible strength, she laughed, leaning back as her tendril-like arms brought the tree, roots first, to her stomach, her body stretching as if eager to take it within herself...

SHLUUUURP... her body convulsed, pulsating all over as the tree pushed deeper inside of her. It was like her stomach was a portal to another dimension, and the tree sank into her with slow undulations. Her body quivered as she cried out in ecstasy; she felt the same as when she had devoured her own knapsack, only this feeling of pure bliss, this orgasmic intensity spiked to ten times that feeling!

She watched with bated breath as the tree shuddered inside of her... half way... three-quarters... the palm fronds began to break off, swirling within her as if being flushed away. Her body rubbing against the tree, pulling it inside of her, her sandy body rubbing over everything!

"KYAAAA!~~"

Her lower body spurted once more, greater piles of sand that remingled with her. The world quivered and shook around her, her mind growing blurry as raw pleasure gripped her mind. As she spread her legs, they swelled into two tendrils of sand, slithering towards more trees.

"More..." She panted. She wanted to be filled up, her mind focused on such alien, carnal pleasures. She didn't realize how her curves were swelling, her buxom rising, her cleavage valleying deeper and deeper...

As she lolled her head back in an unnatural curve, she spotted the massive boulder from the temple run, now buried in a sandy ditch. Her gem-eyes glistened as she stirred, her body gurgling with anticipation. Instincts she didn't realize were taking hold of her, her hunger pangs crescendoing in response. The spiral on her stomach swirled with greater intent as she slithered along the ground.

A voice in the back in her head was screaming. It's too big! It's not even food! It's a big boulder! Don't do this don't do this DON'T DO THIS! And for a moment, she hesitated. She vaguely recalled the boulder was twice the size she was, but now it came up to her blossoming chest. She questioned why she'd want to go through with this. She wondered why she ate the palm tree the way she did, where it all went...

Gurgle... her body rumbled, and she remembered why: she did it because it felt really good. To be stretched thin, to be filled out from within, to grow in all the right places...

She purred, rocking her wide hips as sand particles streamed down her curvaceous form. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the boulder with elongated arms, and heaved it backwards, She cooed as the heavy boulder smooshed her lower body, rolling onto her slowly, cradled between her cleavage...

SHLURRRRP... her body struggled, but she could feel it. The pressure of her body opening, the whirlpool growing, her quicksand body eager to take in something as large as she was... she moaned, a ropey arm flopping to massage the space between her crotch. She would be here a long while...