Follow him.

You follow him in and the smell of something cooking hits your nose immediately. “Mmm, what is that?” You ask, following where is pointing and taking a seat at the rather plain looking wooden table. He walks over to a big iron pot that is suspended on a spit over a coal pit. Taking a big metal ladle, he fills two big bowls to the brim. “Isn't that hot?” You ask, but he doesn't reply. He walks over and sets one bowl in front of you, the other across the table. Still silent, he walks over to a rack and pulls out a very old looking dark wine bottle, sealed with wax. Coming back to the table with two gold goblets, fills them both, and sets one in front of both of you. Still silent he walks back to a counter, pulls a drawer and grabs silverware. Last he hacks off two chunks of hard bread off of a loaf on the same counter and returns to the table. Everything set he finally sits down across from you. “Looks good what is it?” You ask as he stares at you.

“It is food. Eat it.” He says gruffly and scoops up a bite.

“Umm, thanks.” The second you take a bite, your lack of food suddenly hits home. Chomping and gulping you down the meal in record time. Finished you lean back in the chair and rest your hands on your sexy full tummy. “Ooh, that was so good. Thank you so much. I can't remember the last time I ate... Well other than cum that is.” You say with a little snort of a laugh.

He hasn't quite finished, but looks up, “You like to drink cum?”

“Well I wouldn't say like. Ya know I had a pussy when I got this body. I can change if I want.” You answer surprising yourself with the pride in your voice.

“A useful trick I suppose. Are you really male or female?”

“I don't know exactly. I think female.”

“How do you not know?” He asks, putting his spoon in his now empty bowl.

“Well it is a weird story. I was a worm yesterday. A big demon transformed me into this. Before that I was a man. I can't exactly say how all of it happened, it is all kind of a blur. I think I was a worm for a really long time, now that I think of it.”

“I see. You are not really a demon then are you. You are a human soul that has been trapped in a demon body. If that body dies your soul will float and find another worm to inhabit. Usually it takes more than a year, sometimes as long as a century before your mind comes back.”

“Does that mean I am immortal? Is there any way to stop it? Can I be human again?” You ask, leaning forward.

“So many questions.” He picks up the dishes, clearing the table, then sits back down after grabbing a second bottle of wine and filling both goblets. “I am far from an expert, but I have dealt with creatures like you before. You are not unique, uncommon sure, but not unique. You are not immortal. With the death of every body it strains you so it will take longer and longer for your mind to come back into focus. The stronger your will the more times you can reform. Eventually your mind will fade and the abyss will claim you. As for a way to stop it, simple don't get killed. Live a full long life, and your soul will depart for it's final destination for good or evil. From what I know of others like yourself there is no way to go back to being human. That said it seems you are mostly human now. I would imagine that is because your will modified the form that the demon that changed you was attempting to create.” He takes a big drink. “One thing that I can suggest. Don't change all the time. The more you change your sex the more you will loose your humanity and start to think of yourself as a demon. If you refrain from changing your form it will eventually solidify and you won't be able to do it anymore. With this loss, however, you will gain strength of will and more mastery over yourself. That is what I would advise that is.”

“So the more I act and think human the better off I will be.”

“Basically. If that is what you want. At the same time if you do the opposite you can most likely train your body to change in other ways as well. Most demons can do this to a point when they are young. The older ones have more static forms usually. It is alien to humans, but that was how the demon could change you from a worm to what you are now. You could have done that yourself, in fact you most likely would have changed eventually. The demon just sped up the process, and added his influence to your form in the process. That is very common. For one like yourself to be out wondering around looking for treasure and not someone's slave. That is much more unusual.”

As you finally finish the wine, you ask, “So what happens now?”

“Now you are going to climb up onto the roof outside. Once you are up there go to sleep. You will be safe under the cover that is up there from prying eyes and passing creatures. For the next month or so I am going to make you wish you never came here. I am going to hurt you. When I am done you will most likely hate me, but you will be able to survive. Then if you want the treasure you will have to challenge the guardian. Then you will either die and go back to being a worm, or win and claim the treasure.” He opens the door and pushes you outside. “For now I am going to bed.” He then slams the door and leaves you there alone once again.