About five minutes after the rockslide ended, Sam finally got around to blaming himself. The wiry human had been warned to stay away from the ruins all his life, that they were a crumbling mess and dangerous, but the ledge had seemed steady enough for a shortcut back home.


Holding his hurt arm tightly, Sam looked up where he had fallen from, small bits of rubble still tumbling down. He wasn’t going to back up that way, and nobody would be looking for him here to help out. Not for a long while.


Turning his head to look at his surroundings, Sam considered his options. The ruins were large and predated the village, and nobody knew much about the builders, but they were extensive - and there was probably another way out.


Filled with resolve, the small man got up and started exploring. He had falling into some sort of large room, debris obscuring what ruined artifacts may have told him what the room used to be - but the doorway into a hallway was clear.


Poking his head in, Sam let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Those few who dared explore the ruins reported that even in the deepest parts, there was enough light to see, so Sam had no fear of being lost in the dark, but he had not desire to proceed until his eyes acclimated.


The hallways stretched in both directions further than he could see. Sam mentally flipped a coin and headed down the left, peering at the occasional doorways that were down the path. A peek into each room revealed no way out, so Sam continued onward until he reached the end of the hallway and a closed door.


Sam peered at the door, which was covered in remnants of some sort of paper or rope that crumbled at his touch, and a decayed beam keeping it shut. This looked like a main door outward, Sam thought, and strained to move the beam out of the way, letting out a grunt as it finally moved out the way. 


The door itself moved easily enough, and Sam stepped through, then froze at what he saw. The room was a long hallway and sure enough, there were what looked like stairs at the end, but what made Sam pause were the statues lining the hallway.


At first he thought they were human, but a closer look at some of the better preserved showed some sort of hybrid of man and animal. Some were dressed in robes, some looked like they were wearing armor. All looked like men and were large and fit.


Sam stopped in front of one of the larger statues, a cat wearing what looked like a few straps of leather armor on his thick chest, a short sword in one hand, and an expression on his face giving the impression he was about to snarl. 


The thin human admired the thick form of the feline, mentally drooling a bit at the meaty arms and chest. “Man, too bad I couldn’t be built like you. Thick and tough, I bet you’d be able to climb your way out of here.” Sam allowed himself a moment of fantasy of being with someone that big, becoming aroused before dismissing the fantasy. 


 Chuckling to himself, Sam turned away from the statue and examined the stairs heading up, only to let out a cry of dismay as the door itself was study and locked, a thick keyhole waiting almost expectantly. Glumly, Sam sat down in front of the cat statue, “And where the hell would I find the key? Guess I’m stuck here.”


Sam saw a soft glow from the corner of his eye, on the base of the statue - but when he turned his head, there was nothing. The human examined the base closely, but did not see anything glowing - but did notice what he thought was a decoration looked like a handle.


Curious, Sam pulled on the handle - and after a moment of resistance, a hidden drawer pulled out. Peering inside, Sam found a bundle of leather, some cloth, and a somehow gleaming sword. The human looked up at the statue, “This must have been your gear, eh? Too bad you didn’t have a key.”


The already low ambient light of the room dimmed. The thin hairs on Sam’s skin prickled as he felt a chill breeze blow from nowhere. Some sixth sense made Sam look upwards at the statue again as he saw a glowing formless shape emerge, floating down and then next to Sam. The human scrambled to his feat as the glowing thing took the shape of the feline warrior, its - his - eyes locking with Sam’s.


Sam froze as he felt the feline’s mind enter his, unable to stop from recalling his memories as the thing - the ghost - scanned his mind. The memory of how Sam lingered over the feline’s form lingered longer than others, Sam blushing a bit. The mental intrusion pulled back as the feline seemed to smile at the human.


I sense your desire, young one, and have decided to help free you.


Sam was confused for a moment, then his eyes widened, “You can get me out of here?”


The ghost grinned and the hope that had built inside Sam changed quickly to fear as it said, In a manner of speaking, then formed into a ball of energy and slammed into Sam’s chest.


Sam coughed from the impact, then let out a cry as it felt like lightning filled his body. Sam clung to consciousness as the pain wracked his body, then subsided. The human fell to his knees panting as he tried to process what had happened to him. Sam stood up and took a quick stock. He saw nothing wrong, but paused at the sensation he was suddenly feeling. His body tingled as it felt energized, but the energy seemed to be growing and filling up his form.
Sam took a deep breath, then another. This wasn’t a physical sensation so much as a spiritual one, but the energy kept growing and filling him up. The man whimpered in confusion, his body somehow feeling like a bag overfilled and about to burst.


Then Sam felt something inside him give and stretch, the energy making his body tingle as the human’s loose tunic drew tighter around his chest. The bottom of the fabric lifted out of his pants and the sleeves crept up his arms. The fabric of the small tunic stretched tightly across Sam’s barreling chest before tearing down from the collar. The sleeves tore at the shoulders as they thickened and widened. Sam felt a surge of pressure and his chest jumped in size, tearing the overstrained tunic to shreds and revealing thick meaty pectorals reaching down to a trim stomach.


The pressure inside Sam’s body did not let up as his middle started to feel the brunt of the changes, the trim stomach quickly firming and hardening into thick abdominal muscles while growing in proportion to Sam’s barrel chest. The growth continued into his hips, shuddering as they strained against his belt before it snapped, the fabric of his trousers straining against the growth before tearing. Sam’s rump strained and swelled as well, the muscles thickening and shaping into a perfect bubble, tight and large, but the tear in the front of the trousers kept them clothed.


Sam fell to the floor as his legs spasmed and twitched. His thighs thickened, tearing the fabric of his trousers at the inseam as they grew and reshaped, his calves shortening at the same time they grew in proportion to Sam’s now massive thighs.


The stretching feeling burst down Sam’s arms. His upper arms swelled, bursting through the remaining fabric of his tunis sleeves, the growth surging down to make his forearms thick and meaty.


The pressure remained but stopped in growth, leaving Sam gasping for breath and considering his nearly transformed body, nearly naked except for the remnants of his trousers and his boots. The strange feeling of being thick and large washed over him, and he started to feel aroused at being so big.


The feeling slowly faded as the pressure ramped up again, this time in a nub above his rump, growing harder until he felt something pop. Somehow turning and looking back, was a little nub of a tail, the pressure he felt looking like it was forcing out… fur? 


The fear that Sam felt upon seeing it grew when suddenly he lost the ability to control his body. He felt something else moving his arms, small hands roaming over the thick and meaty form. Someone else smiled on his face and spoke with a deeper voice, “Yes, I shall grant you your desire.”


Sam felt everything as his hands swelled in size, thin digits becoming thick sausages before cramping up and developing pads. His nails sunk into his tips and became claws that the spirit controlling his body admired. 


Hair started sprouting all over Sam’s body, growing and thickening until it could be rightfully be called fur, but did not hide the impressive musculature underneath. 


The pressure built up in Sam’s head as his skull swelled and reshaped, ears pulling longer and upwards while his face and jaw formed a muzzle, quickly furred over into a copy of the feline on the statue. Sam felt the ghost possessing him lick his muzzle as the whiskers came in, then leaned back and stared at Sam’s feet.


Sam’s boots were starting to cramp as his feet swelled larger and reshaped, but the leather eventually burst and gave way. Sam’s feet elongated, the arch stretching to more than make up for the shorter calves, but his feline eyes were transfixed on the balls and toes of his feet, an involuntary rising of heat as he saw them swell larger and thicker, the better to support the weight of this massive body, and somehow looking sexier as they became more feline.


Sam mentally tried to shake his head, he never found feet to be sexy before, but he couldn’t help but feel aroused as the sight of his body’s thick paws.


His body purred, “Oh, I feel you like these, do you?” it asked as he wiggled his thick fat toes. If Sam had any control he would have blushed but the cat owned him now. “I guess I could indulge you…”


The feline used his flexibility and brought the pads of his feet against his still human cock, gently rubbing. Sam’s cock grew to full arousal and then some. The human’s mind was overwhelmed as the sensation of growth from the cock and the sliding on his paws grew. Sam’s cock reshaped as it stretched from its original five inches, growing thicker, pointed small fleshy barbs growing from the head as it reached ten inches long.


The feline brought one foot-paw up to his muzzle and licked it, his cock having leaked pre during the growth, before cleaning the other. The human’s arousal amused the cat, and let it grow ever higher, teasing the trapped spirit within him and leading up to the final act.


“And now, the last bit…” Sam’s body said, and Sam felt a weird pressure not on his body, but on him, pushing him further from his limbs and his head, collecting in his former belly, then lower.


ONce again showing feline flexibility, Sam’s body bent forward and starting licking his own tip before sliding the thick cock into his muzzle. The waves of pleasure from the self sucking pulled Sam’s spirit downwards towards his balls. The two small gonads swelled as more and more of Sam was stuffed into them, growing from the size of grapes to golfballs, the pleasure growing for both Sam and his body as they swelled to the size of apples, then grapefruits.
The feline felt close, his cock already leaking heavily as his balls heaved with the last of his victim’s spirit, purring as he felt the double pleasure and arousal. 


“And now to expel you from my body,” the feline thought to Sam, who managed only a wordless cry of surprise cut short by the cat’s cock popping out of his mouth, a snarl of pleasure filling the hall as he came, Sam’s spirit mixed with the seed and fading from the cat’s body with each jet.


The cat huffed as his cock finally stopped spurting and the pleasure of the orgasm began to subside. He gave his cock a few more tugs of pleasure, enjoying the sensation of having a physical form once again.


The feline eyed the puddle of cum that contained Sam’s spirit, considering his options. Judging by Sam’s memories, the world had changed since the feline had last lived, and his kind was not known at all. It would be a lonely world all alone.


The cat grinned as he began a ritual, the puddle suddenly bubbling, the seed growing thicker and larger, a humanoid form starting to take shape and rise from the liquid. It gasped, “What… happened to me…”


The feline grinned as Sam’s new body took a shape similar to his, if slightly less impressive. Good thing he didn’t have to be all alone.