A pure, golden light falls upon the ankh, falling like a halo from the heavens, crowning it with divinity. The symbol of life itself calls to you, inspiring awe as you gaze upon its perfection and beauty.
You place the ankh around your neck, feeling the weight upn your chest. A soft, golden light bathes you from above. A smile touches your lips as you feel the change begin
A swelling fills your chest, as your shoulders round and mold themselves beneath them. Your garment strains to accommodate the changes, your tender breasts blossoming into existence.
Two small buds swell from your shoulder blades, growing and hardening into wings. Your once-majestic garment splits along the seams, your wings escaping to the heavens, glorious in their newfound freedom. Your upper torso is now exposed, your glistening, perfect breasts heaving with every breath you take.
You reach for the ankh around your neck. Your graceful hands are transformed into deadly weapons, your fingers growing in length and sharpening into claws, your palms hardening into deadly blades for which you have a natural talent.
You try to speak, your voice strangled by the growth of your throat, forming a lion's roar. You open your mouth, tasting the world with your new fangs.
Your ears lengthen and widen, forming into perfect imitations of a lion's ears. The sounds of the world are now amplified, your hearing sharpening to hear even the faintest whispers.
Your delicate human tongue is transformed into a rough, feline rasp. Your lips stretch to accommodate your new fangs, your mouth widening to let out a growl.
Your waist twists and contorts, throwing you onto your front paws. You feel your legs reshaping to accomodate the new form.
A thick, fluffy tail bursts from the tight prison of your jeans. Heavily furred and swishing with excitement.
As the remnants of the pants flutter down, fur bursts forth from your legs. It is soft and shimmering, golden in colour.
Your legs are hidden by soft, shimmering fur, gold in colour, growing thick and long. Powerful muscles ripple under the fur as you move your new paws, the claws on your new paws rasping against each other as you stretch your legs.
The final traces of your humanity disappear, shifted into a new form. Your new feminine body takes shape, waking as a powerful lioness, your hips and waist shifting under your fur. Your new equipment shifts to accommodate the change.
Written by Ai Dungeon on 04 January 2021