A smaller story this time, focused on transformation. Hope you enjoy!
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The forest was closing in around Nick and his two co-workers. Paul to his left, Jason to his right. Both men carried axes with brand new handles attached to notched, scratched heads. Jason's hand held a torch which he swung back and forth, warding off the shadows that assaulted them in their quest. The plaid and suspenders outfits the men wore did nothing to camouflage from any predators who may have been lying it wait. But their quarry wasn't a rogue wolf or a bear. No, it was far more terrifying.
Nick was the smallest of the three, and the newest to the area. He'd never been on an alraune hunt. Sweat clung to the wood of the torch as he scanned for threats.
"How do we know which one is her?" Nick asked.
Jason, the burly sentinel, grunted his reply. Paul filled in the rest as he always did for his taciturn friend. "We'll know. Just be ready, and any woman you see out here? Don't trust 'em".
"I never do," Nick added with a grin. Jason shook his head, either in contempt or in disbelief. Maybe both.
"Yoo Hoo~"
A voice! It sounded female, but Paul had warned him about believing any girl's lies. He kept his eyes peeled behind him, using the torch to inspect each clutch of shadows that nipped at their heels. Petrified by the possibility of attack, he didn't notice the steps of his friends receding into the distance.
Nick spotted a pair of glowing pink eyes just above him. He spun around to warn Jason and Paul, but neither could be seen. Before he could throw his torch, an iron grip seized his torch arm!
"Aaah!" he screamed, the force causing him to release the burning wood. He saw in the falling flames the culprit: a long, bulbous tentacle. Like a vine had been given a malevolent intent. This must be the actions of that damned plant woman! The lumberjack fought against it, doing his best to drag his heels. But the tendril drew him deeper into a thicket.
A dozen tentacles reached out and slapped onto his skin. They wrestled apart his shirt, suspenders, and pants. Fabric bulged, distended, then tore. While he fought these assaults, another set snatched him off the ground. He pulled at the vines with all his might, even snapping a few. But as one withered and died, two more would take its place. His struggles turned to wriggling by the time the plant considered him contained enough to warrant a personal inspection.
The eyes turned into the silhouette of a young woman. Her features were human-like, but there were subtle differences. Leaves where her hair would be. A collection of flowers concealed her body in the mere suggestion of clothing. And her skin, blemish free as it was, would not be mistaken for anything but green. She was cute, but Nick knew she was some kind of appendage of a much larger, much more malevolent entity.
"And what has entered my forest tonight? Not a hungry animal, no. They'd be too smart for this by far. You have the scent of Man upon you." Her pert little nose turned up as if his stench offended her. Whether it was her demeanour, or the gentle stimulation of a dozen clinging tentacles to his body, Nike may never knew. The one thing he knew of was the growing urgency in the front of his underwear. Without pants to conceal it at least partially, his boner was available for inspection.
As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he noticed for the first time that the floral femme was grinning at him! The nerve! He fought against the wrapping vines, but only stimulated him further.
His erection must have contacted one of the green appendages because she bent over with a fit of devious mirth. "Ohohoh! Someone is getting a little caught up in the act, I see! You'll be a perfect specimen to try out a new recipe I made! But first, let's get you nice and pliable."
A larger tentacle descended from the unseen canopy above. It's large bud-like head opened up to reveal a flower. Only the centre disk didn't have the typical array of smaller petals. There was just one long, thick, wriggling organ. Besides the almost foot-long length, was some kind of twisted facsimile of a human tongue!
He jerked his head away, but the tongue reached out and licked at his face no matter what direction he fled into. His body was trapped. The tongue worked its way past his resistance until it wriggled past his lips. He tried to bite down hard, but the muscular tentacle just flexed outwards, nearly breaking Nick's jaw. He kept his teeth back, allowing the green, prehensile object infiltrate his mouth and toy with his tongue. But there was more to saliva to that imposter! There was a viscous and sweet fluid that dripped off and into Nick's mouth. His jaw instantly relaxed, and all the pain and ache over holding his mouth open wide disappeared too. There was no more control: the lumberjack couldn't stop his body from obeying and being an obedient meathole for the fiendish flower.
Then the second flower revealed itself. It opened from one of the tentacles binding him. He watched in his peripheral vision as it wound around his body like a snake until reaching his waist. There, sliding past the seam of his boxers, was a green translucent tube. Nick's state of mind had been so warped by complacency and pleasure he accepted what happened next.
It latched onto the tip of his cock with a wet slorp. The warm, welcoming tentacle massaged his shaft with a thousand tiny cilia. It felt so good! His whole body relaxed into the orchestra of pleasure, which was what the plant was waiting for. A third, unseen tentacle pressed at his ass. Nick let out a wet, muffled squeal. Thankfully, it was slathered in more fluids, as its penetration into his virgin rear end was rough and insistent. The tendrils sawed him back and forth. One suckled his fat cock while the other poured more corrupting syrup into his body.
The first change he noticed was his hair, oddly enough. He'd been trying to think of the right words to say to be let go when his blond hair suddenly came down to his nostrils. How did he let his hair go on so long? But it wasn't his hair. The locks that spilled down his face and back were dyed, or just grew naturally as, an otherworldly purple colour. As his hand drifted around his head to examine his new pretty hair, he felt that his face had lost its chisel and its chin. Now it was all soft, adorable features! This confused, but aroused him. Was he becoming a girl?
The plant's machinations did not spare the rest of his body. He could feel the expansion of part of his body and the shrinking of others. His hips and ass bowed outward while his waist and shoulders shrunk in proportion. Two mounds pushed out from his chest. His nipples became hard, thick little eraser heads that sent little jolts of sensation whenever a stray tentacle brushed against them. He had breasts?! He wanted to be outraged, but the syrup had made his mind all foggy. Having a pair of tits on his body just felt...right?
He was hot. He was changing, and it felt so good! His pathetic moans grew in pitch and volume as he was dragged towards a climax. His ass totally relaxed, allowing the tentacular intruder full access to his boyhole. Just a tickle of his prostate made Nick's cock explode, shooting thick seed into the suckling tube. The tentacles were better than sex, better than a blowjob from his one true love, better than anything he'd felt in his life! It was like his cock was melting into the appendage. The more his mind focused on the sensation, the more he convinced himself that was what was happening.
But it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it was glorious! He thrust into the tendril, milking out more of his cum and, incidentally, his cock. He made passionate love to the robber of his masculinity, all while drooling over the tongued pod latched to his mouth. Every weak thrust stole another fraction of an inch. Soon his ejaculations turned with weak sputtering, then finally just general moisture clinging to the area between his legs.
