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It had to have been around two weeks ago now that Jenna first got that sense of calling in her head. She wasn’t even doing anything that would have sparked it or caused any sort of misconception, just relaxing while reading a book during some down time. Faint at first, it was just the kind of thing that suddenly made her turn her head, looking out the window as if she was getting the feeling she was being watched or someone was trying to get her attention. Even though it quickly passed and she had returned to her book, it was something that had stuck in the back of her head, just that small moment having a lasting effect on her. The next time it happened she was in the shower, washing out the shampoo of her blonde hair as the water cascaded down her trim and slightly muscular body. Sounds of the water splashing onto the floor didn’t mask it either, again turning her head toward the same direction and pausing for a second. But just like before, it wasn’t lasting, and it faded from her attention. Just shaking it off a bit, she continued on with her day. As much as she wanted to just ignore things, to not question if she was losing her mind or there was something more going on with the feeling that came over here now and again, it kept happening and getting stronger each time. Soon it wasn’t something she could ignore, and the feeling was coming in so strongly that it was interpretable. She was starting to understand what was happening, even if it wasn’t a word or a phrase or anything that she could understand at face value. It was simultaneously impossible to describe and impossible to understand exactly what was happening. Never before had she had such a thing happen, and it felt like something one would only see in a movie or fairytale. Just getting home from the grocery store with a few bags in her hands, the second she set them down on the counter, it happened again. It was the forest, or something inside it calling to her. A specific direction, a specific want and need, for her to go toward it. Her eyes went to look out the window, looking in the direction of it and just staring. It was different this time, she couldn’t look away and she couldn’t pull her mind off the topic. It had gotten so strong, like a pounding in her head pushing her toward the window to look out at the trees… She couldn’t ignore it any longer. Things had to change, she couldn’t keep going with this sensation distracting her anymore. It was time to go to the forest. It was lucky that it was Friday, and she did have the rest of the day and weekend off. Almost as if things had coincided just right to allow her some time to do this, Jenna already moved to the closet to get her hiking gear out. Making sure her bag had bottles of water and things that she could eat, along with some changes of clothes and other things in case she got wet during the trip, everything was ready and she was out the door of her home within minutes of deciding on a plan of action. Living on the edge of town, and actually close to the forest, she didn’t even bother with her car, walking past it with her hiking shoes on and the bag on her back as she walked out on the dirt path that was just off the side of her home. Even from this perspective, the treeline and the expansive forest behind it seemed vast, something that it felt like it might take more than a whole twenty-four hours to actually trek through. But as she got closer, the feeling was getting stronger and stronger, almost making her step faster as there was some sort of happiness bubbling up underneath her thoughts. She was actually listening to what she was being pushed toward for the first time, and even though the calling only seemed to be growing in strength as she got closer, so did her strange sense of fulfillment… Within a few minutes she was already entering the treeline, now stepping into the forest proper and suddenly feeling awash with wonder. Of course, she had gone hiking through the forest before, following along a path and doing it just to explore and get some exercise. But she never felt quite like this before as she stepped into the trees. The slight thumping sensation in her head was still strong, still directional and still calling out to her, but everything around her seemed so much more… vibrant and lively… The sounds of the birds in the trees, even though they seemed like they were very far away, were almost like they were close to her. Somehow, the sound of running water of a stream was passing by to her left, as if she could reach out and touch it despite it not actually being there. The vibrant colors were dancing across her pupils, filling her vision with greens and browns, along with the occasional sparkle of color from a flower or plant. It just all felt more alive, more attractive and more alluring… Not to mention more pleasing and calming as she continued to step in the direction of the calling that still washed over her. Her feet were still on the path, heading down it for a ways before it started to turn. While she still followed it a bit more, even with the sun starting to loom further down in the sky, she was getting that specific feeling that she wasn’t going the right way anymore. The path wasn’t hers to take, the calling coming from elsewhere away from it. She needed to turn off the path, even if it was something that gave her a great deal of trepidation. The last thing she wanted to do was get lost in the forest, but her resolve was set, the calling ever-stronger and the forest so calming and alluring that it soothed her fears. Jenna’s first step off the path stunned her. A gasp caught her throat, the thumping sensation suddenly stronger, everything amplified as she was stuck there a moment taking it all in. She could feel it in her bones, the need to keep moving forward and the actual pull of her body deeper into the forest. The need was starting to push her more, further and deeper into the trees, the next step being easier as if she was being guided and propelled as her boots were now covering uneven and forested ground. Sounds stronger, colors brighter, everything that much more clear… It was becoming more and more focused, just like her own thoughts on her wants and desires coalescing into the same that was being given to her from deep within the trees. Move toward it and answer the call. The sun getting lower in the sky, more orange hues shading the scene above that was blotched out by the thick layer of leaves from the trees creating the canopy above her, Jenna was still continuing strong. It almost felt like she had an extra boost of energy, moving faster through the forest and trying to reach her goal quicker even if she wasn’t consciously doing so. She hadn’t even needed to stop to pull a bottle of water from her bag, or take a moment to rest anywhere. Even though it had been close to hours now since she set out, she was only picking up speed and energy, being driven by that thumping feeling still droning on in her head and only coming stronger and in quicker succession. Sounds and sights around her were slowly starting to change as the sun continued to set. As darkness was starting to set in, she didn’t feel like she was lost or had a harder time seeing. It was almost the opposite, like all those vibrant colors were just gaining a new hue and everything was still crystal clear to her. Noises of bird call were replaced by those of owls, bugs and crickets starting to fill the spaces between as dusk was fast approaching, yet only further did she move. Things were reaching a fever pitch in her head, the thumping now constant and unending as it had accelerated to a pace that was even above her own heartbeat. That pulling sensation was stronger than she could have imagined, not even sure that she could stop herself if she wanted to as she was almost breaking into a sprint during the last portion of her journey. Hurdling toward the destination, somehow knowing that the place just in front of her was where everything was coming from, she burst through some bushes only to let out a slight gasp as suddenly everything fell silent. With how deafening the feeling, the noise and the sound had been fed to her so heavily over the past hour, the silence was immediately concerning. Like going from sweltering heat and to instant cold, even her vision had gone back to normal, now giving her no joy in the dark. She seemed to be in some sort of small clearing, trees all around in a circle with nothing else present except for grass and some flowers. Even with the sensation missing, something felt different about this place. This was some place special for some reason, even if now it completely escaped her as she was standing in the dark in confusion. Starry sky above her, Jenna slowly set her bag on the ground as she looked around again. She still felt a sense of pride, having felt this calling and made it here. There was a soothing nature about it, a sense of accomplishment, something done correctly even if it seemed at the moment that the outcome wasn’t what it should have been. All she could do was stand a moment, looking up at the clearing to the sky and around in the trees, taking in the sight and the silence as she almost felt like she should stay and not leave. Though, at the same time, something felt wrong, as if she didn’t belong here, and put her in a state of alert. Her eyes darted to the right, hearing something that sounded like rustling leaves among some of the trees. Then to the right, the sound of grass being pushed aside slowly. Behind her, more movement and noise, all seeming to start at the same time. With how dim her eyes felt, and how silent it was than she had been used to for the past hours, panic started to set in. She stepped slightly away from her bag, leaving it on the side of the clearing as she headed more toward the middle of it. Trying to get further away from the rustling sounds behind her, she stopped and looked in the other direction, the same noises starting or continuing and getting louder as if something was approaching… Even though it felt like she should have seen something, she hadn’t seen anything yet. The sounds were getting closer and closer, yet nothing appeared in her vision as she looked this way and that. It was as if she was surrounded, something just in front of her circling where she stood as her vision darted around this way and that. Her breath started to quicken, all that calming feeling washing away by her own anxiety and worry as the sounds seemed to continue, but this time lower than she thought before. As her head tilted down, she froze in place, eyes going wide and not quite understanding what she was seeing until it was too late. Along the ground at her feet, what looked like green worms of some sort were gathered around her, the ends of which had slightly raised up and pointed toward different parts of her before all at the same time they seemed to snap toward her quickly. She gasps, suddenly feeling her wrists and ankles wrapped around and squeezed over, held tight and even pulled away from her body as she was raised up from the ground with ease. Even as she pulled with all her might, nothing budged, just slightly flailing in the air as the ground seemed to pull away from her. It quickly became apparent that their goal wasn’t just to lift her up and hold her there, several movements of those tendrils slipping out from nowhere and moving along the ground before starting to work their way up from her legs. They didn’t just move along her though, they were purposefully pressing in under her pant legs and ripping them apart with ease, making her gasp and squirm more as her pants were being slowly opened by the slightly slimy appendages that were pressing along her skin. Nothing seemed to stop their advance, starting to feel more and more of her bare skin receiving the chilly breeze that wafted through the clearing, even starting to feel more of the same sensation along her back as another was beginning to work at her shirt with ease. Jenna felt like she was in the middle of a nightmare, still squirming and trying to get away as her clothes were torn away from her body. The calling that brought her here was such a pleasant sensation, such a relaxing one to only lead to something like this? It sent her reeling into panic, feeling the slimy, segmented lengths slid up against her bare body as within seconds she was completely naked. Stuck in the air, held tight in place and unable to stop anything that was happening, she still tried her best to move any way she could to get free as the three tendrils that had just worked to remove her clothes were quickly positioning themselves in specific places. Dread filled her as she slowly came to realize where they were moving, feeling one along the back of her head pressing around her neck and toward her lips as the other two were staying close to the front of her crotch and around back. Trying to move her head this way and that did nothing, the thing pressed tightly up against her as she could feel it slipping up against her lips, but not pressing in. She felt the same sensation down below, both up against her folds in front and sliding between her butt cheeks behind her. She didn’t dare open her mouth, trying to stop what was happening as the very end of those tendrils seemed to open up all at the same time, spreading out slightly and quickly covering her mouth while pressing up against them. Muffled noises and faster breaths came as the same happened on her pussy lips, and against her rear entrance before her eyes widened as there was something more still there. She could feel it, something slick and wet pushing out from the center of each, pressing against her lips before prying them open as her folds were spread, her ass ring forced apart as all three seemed to push and thrust into her at the same time. Her body shook in the air, the sudden intrusion unwelcomed and unwanted, but somehow bringing her pleasure that she had to fight off. All three slid in deeper, and quickly started to thrust back and forth while she was still held in the air. She squirmed more, trying to move her head away only to feel that thing pressing up against her tongue, forcing her jaw wide and open as it pushed toward the back of her throat. Her vaginal walls were pushed apart, the same sensation of it going deep happening in her rear. But that was only the start of it. As if all three were working together and at the same time, they all seemed to swell out around the very base of them before it undulated forward, all of them seeping out and forcing what felt like a thick, gooey fluid into her body before thrusting in deeper, forcing it into her system before pulling back again. But they didn’t wait for the next bout, already starting to thrust in quickly and roughly in their respective places as Jenna squirmed and resisted even stronger. Whatever they were pushing into her, it was extremely thick and slid down her throat. She was forced to swallow or she would have choked on it, feeling it slide down and warm anything it touched. Her crotch felt warmer, her insides starting to heat up as it went into her, with another gout of the thick fluid already coming to add in. A tingling sensation was already starting to spread, making her grunt and even slightly groan uncontrollably as the pleasure was forced upon her. The feeling of the thrusting inside her folds, dragging and pressing along the inside of her pussy felt too good to deny, as if it knew exactly where to press while it did. But the overwhelming fear and panic were suppressing it, still struggling mid-air as she was bound and thrusted into, forced to take in whatever goop was being let out of those appendages. Each passing moment, Jenna was only getting more and more tired as she continued to struggle. The three appendages plunging into her didn’t slow down, even picking up speed as they bulged out again and forced more of that slime into her. As exhaustion was setting in, nothing seemed to help her predicament as she swallowed to keep the gunk from catching in her throat again, her struggling was starting to slow down. Though, it wasn’t necessarily because she wanted to, still having the panic surging through her mind and body. But something about that fluid being given to her was strange, the warmth spreading out quickly and a tingling sensation following. It made her feel clumsy and slow, but at the same time so much more sensitive as it lingered in her holes. The pleasure was getting higher, the sensation spilling through her midsection and throat faster as another dose of it was pushed into her. With the tingling spreading further and faster, it pushed over her limbs as yet another thick glob of it was forced into her depths. Her arms got weaker and moved slower, as if the tingling was numbing over her muscles and making them function less. Her legs were quickly following suit, her neck having already met that fate and was now just stuck in the air as she felt the feeling spreading through her. As it encompassed more of her body, for some reason she was starting to get the distinct inclination that it was from the same source of the calling. It was as if while more of it spread through her and was pushed into her, it was starting the calling all over again, starting to feel the thumping in her head as she was rendered helpless in the air and at the mercy of the thrusting tendrils still pushing into her entrances. Back and just as strong as ever, the loud thumping inside Jenna’s head came with all the same effects that she was feeling before on her way here. Her vision blossomed again, the dark seeming to give way as she could see further into the forest. The colors across the trees and the ground were once again vibrant, the sounds coming from every which way assaulting her ears again. But this time there was more. The wet sounds of those tendrils pushing into her, the sounds of her insides churning and groaning, and even what sounded like a slight stretching or pulling was coming to her ears. It wasn’t like the sounds of the birds or the water far away, it was very close, like right on top of her close. The feeling in her limbs and body was so warm and tingly that it was hard to notice at first, having to look down to really understand where the sound was coming from. Just seeing that made her suddenly struggle more, noticing how her skin seemed to be warping slightly, and how in some places fur seemed to be sprouting. It was especially farther along around where the tentacles had pushed into her, where she was being fed that thick goop being pushed inside her so heavily and frequently. There didn’t seem to be any pain or anything, just the same deep sensation of warmth and a slight movement, even if things seemed to be picking up the pace slowly… There didn’t need any pain for it to be something that was causing her to panic more, especially as the sensation was really starting to pick up with the feeling of pin pricks across her flesh while fur started to push up from her skin. It was spreading slowly, the brown and white fur starting to push along her neck and midsection as she could just start to feel the heavier movement from around those areas underneath the growing fur. The numbing sensation seemed to be there to try and get her to relax or ignore the strange feeling of her body starting to change slowly, but it wasn’t doing the job enough to put her mind at ease or stop her very tired squirming in the air. If anything, it was more alarming as she could feel something happening along her hips, the muscle and bone inside starting to move in ways that didn’t feel correct. Feeling like her hips were pushing backward somehow, she didn’t get quite a good enough look at what was happening as more was currently happening to her face than she realized. Not only was the fur starting to prop up and block more of her vision, but her mouth and nose seemed to be pushing away from her face slowly, each passing moment causing more and more of it to block her view downward even if she were to try and lean her neck forward. It felt wrong, even if the thumping sensation and calming, rewarding feeling washing over her from the renewed calling was thumping in her head. Panic was still the first thing present in her mind, screaming internally that this was all wrong and that she wanted it to stop immediately. Any sort of actual noise coming from her was completely muffled by the tendril’s opening over her mouth, all three still heavily working at her holes and pushing more of that thick goop inside. Even as her face pushed out more in front of her eyes, it stayed wrapped around the end of what appeared to be a slowly developing muzzle as the inner part of it still thrusted inside. She could feel the changes spreading, her ears starting to slide up along her head in some fashion as her eyes were getting further apart and slipping toward the sides of her head, more fur sprouting up in places as her air in the sides of her vision was disappearing. It didn’t feel like she was upright anymore either, her legs starting to move more forward and hips more backward as she could feel that warmth and tingling getting ever so deeper especially around her crotch and backside. Even if she couldn’t feel it, she was deftly aware that the fur was completely covering her hips and inside of her thighs while quickly starting to spread down her legs. But this was the least worrisome of the sensations as it almost felt like her heart skipped a beat… The tendril pushed deep inside her folds seemed to be pushed outward from her crotch more, the way the pleasure felt distinctly changing in an instant to a very foreign sensation she had no way to describe. Similar to how her muzzle was pushing out slowly, it felt like her insides were becoming outsides slowly around the grip of that tentacle, her already sensitive clit pushing out into the end of that segmented appendage as it still seemed to hold onto the entire area while it started to bulge out. The distinct change in how much pleasure she was getting from there was intense, multitudes more than before and forcing her to suddenly stop struggling and go slightly limp while it assaulted her system. She stifled deep moans as she was getting accustomed to the new sensation, held tight in the air as her body was still slowly undergoing changes brought on by the thick sludge being fed to her. They weren’t just focused on the areas around either, not even waiting for one part to finish changing before the next part of her body ahead of it was underway. Jenna could feel the sensation spreading down her legs of the fur sprouting, getting closer to her knees and lower as it felt like her bones were starting to move. As if they were made of butter and someone was sculpting it, she could feel her knee getting thinner, her lower leg starting to push backwards as the strange sensation was about the only thing keeping her panicked and alert at the moment. Even as the extreme pleasure was pulsing through her, she still tried to struggle slightly with what parts of her body were actually responding. She could feel her shoulders starting to stiffen, her chest already slowly flattening into her body more as it felt like the range of motion she got out of her arms was severely limited. Her hips had already brought her legs forward, her arms quickly starting to follow suit as the tendrils were almost carefully manipulating her with her changing stance. She was starting to get the strange feeling that her orientation was changing, that what was down before wasn’t exactly down as a sense of vertigo struck through her brain. But as her body was starting to write itself, her spine being moved and contoured as her neck started to get longer, did she actually realize what was happening. Eyes getting wider and moving toward the side of her head, muzzle pushing out more as her slight moans were starting to sound more guttural and deep, her ears elongated and moving up toward the top of her head while getting larger and more sensitive… Slowly she was becoming less and less human, and more and more some sort of animal. Her arms were getting longer, her spine now feeling more comfortable with all four of her legs pointed down toward the ground - It wasn’t until then that she realized she was thinking of her arms as legs. She was indeed turning into an animal, but not just any. A deer of some sort. Even as the thought shattered her brain while she realized what was happening, she wasn’t given the time to completely understand to let it soak in as that heavy pleasure only got stronger as she could feel something pressing out of her crotch. Her deep moans were different now, sounding like a mixture of a deer call and a grunt as her throat changed, even if it was still muffled by the tendril that was latched so strongly and keeping her jaw shut. She couldn’t see underneath her, but for some reason in her mind’s eye flashes of what was happening came to her. Of course she thought the sensation was so foreign, her ovaries having pushed out slowly into a sack starting to hang outside of her body. Her clit had pushed forward, her urethra and vaginal canal becoming one in the same while pressing out further and further. Pussy lips having closed and formed a tight, fleshy ring now sprouting with fur around it, her new manhood was already throbbing and slipped out of its new sheath. The slippery intruder was wrapped around her slowly swelling and developing cock, shoved into its tip and still pumping the same fluid inside as she could feel her… his new length and balls swelling out more with soft throbs. While his head was getting larger, body still slowly shifting as the fur had entirely covered his body, Jenna was starting to feel more and more fuzzy in his head as things were settling. He could feel the toes of his feet starting to meld together, becoming harder and turning into the cloven legs while his lower leg pushed backwards. Still being held up into the air, he was getting more and more concerned by the fact of not being on the ground, not being well balanced as new urges were bubbling up inside his head. New instincts and desires were starting to form, taking up space that before he had memories and other wants. He shook his head, the thumping sound getting louder as his sense of self was getting more and more fuzzy. As much as he was focusing, it was getting harder and harder to hold onto himself, especially with the tendril still pushing in so roughly underneath his small tuft of a tail and slid so deep into his shaft. The sounds coming from his throat were becoming more and more deer-like as his pleasure continued, which was starting to feel more right and more good by the second. Eyes almost going half-lidded, he could see himself giving into the changes and enjoying them more as the relaxing sensation spread through his body with more doses of the thick goop. With his midsection completely covered in fur, his legs yearning to touch the ground and his larger eyes starting to settle, the last thing that seemed to be struggling while the transformation was nearly complete was just his mind. Not too much the panic or struggling part, that part quickly started to be suppressed by the growing portion of his brain that was being altered by the changes, but by who he was in general. The heavy thumping of the calling was starting to subside, giving way to a more soothing and comforting sound, and a more distinct thought. Home. But not his house, his home in the city. The forest. It was as if trying to convey that this place was his now, more instincts bubbling up of the animal he had slowly become during this ordeal proving that that was true. That he belonged in the forest and amongst the grass and other animals, but at the same time, not just another one of them. The rhythm of the tendrils started to slow down, so too did Jenna’s struggling, his breathing getting deeper and slower as colors and sights danced across her eyes of the forest itself. Finally he could feel the forest ground under his hooves as he was lowered by the tendrils that changed him, but not let go of yet even as the thrusting parts of the appendages had slowly retreated from his mouth, rear and shaft. He let out a deep bellowing call as that happened, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with pleasure, but not one that he had come to expect. It was less pleasure in a sexual sense and more of freedom, as if he was finally being let go. But something still brushed up against Jenna’s mind, reminding him that it wasn’t just freedom of soon being let go to do what he was supposed to do, but freedom of another form. From being human. He was called to by the forest itself, brought here to be transformed, and in return there were expectations that the soothing sound, the dull calling stilling his head were pushing into his thoughts. He had to protect the forest, never leave it and stay within it. This was his land to keep now, sacred and pristine, and would always stay so should he only do as he was asked. He had no idea how he understood this, what force was pressing this into his mind, nor why half of himself was excited even though the other half rebelled. The warring sides in his head were clear cut, the instincts of the stag and the animal he had become, and that of a human still resisting everything that had been pushed onto her. He hadn’t asked for any of this, nor did he consent to it as it was pushed on him by some strange noise from some unknown source and changed against his will. Why should he give into something he didn’t ask for? Yet, as if to answer his own question, a soft deer call escaped his lips involuntarily as the tendrils slowly pulled away and finally let go of his muzzle, length and rear, it was as if the forest was calling back to him all at the same time. The sounds of owls currently out, the sounds of birds hiding somewhere for the night, the noises of crickets and all the insects… Calls from deer, even the bellow of a bear, the small chittering of raccoons… The rolling leaves being pushed by the wind, the babbling brook slowly creeping through in some underbrush… It was as if the entire forest suddenly called out to him, as if to welcome him and show him the peace that would be enjoyed if he were to just give into the instincts and become the stag he was meant to be. Unable to withstand the beauty of it, the desire to give himself to something larger as he was being shown just how special of a chance this was, Jenna finally relaxed as the segmented tentacles let go of his legs. Slightly wobbly and making him worried, he just gave in to the stag instincts and let them be over his mind, finding it easy to stand as his ears flicked listening to distant noises. The smell of flowers and greenery filled his nose with a deep breath, the sensation of the soft breeze gliding against his skin as his staghood retreated into his sheath. His first step was an easy one, the second step even easier, and the third the most simple thing in his life as Jenna slowly started to leave the clearing. His bag behind, and who he was before lost to the forest itself, he set out as the protector of the regal and lively place. Prideful and everlasting, the new guardian of the forest was born, beginning to make his rounds to prevent the unspoiling of the nature that called to him.