A Quick Change In The Woods
#66 of Transformation Stories
No secrets in this title! We've got some delightful, TF themed fun for dariuswhitefur this evening!
Trent is living out an old tradition, using the privacy that he finds in the woods to drop his trousers and play with his manhood in a way that helps him to reconnect with nature. Normally, he does no damage to the plant life, but when he grinds down an aloe leaf for some makeshift lube, the plant has an immediate and lasting effect on him!
He continues, blissfully unaware of his changing body, even when his wide, flat tongue brushes along his canine cock...
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To reconnect with nature could be a truly beautiful thing. The serenity of a quiet, tranquil forest was just what some people needed to settle down and find themselves.
For some people, the strength of that connection went beyond a mere presence.
Human beings were just animals by a different name, after all, and many of them were quick to accept the sense of intimacy that being around nature brought out of them. The expression "fucking like animals" was tossed around so much that some people fetishized the thought, and the practice of having a sexual encounter in the great outdoors was more fulfilling than any romp they could manage in the bedroom.
Finding the time, the privacy, and a partner to share the experience with were all struggles in their own right, and for Trent, two out of three would be enough; he was more than happy to make an excursion out to the middle of the woods by his lonesome, and once he was far enough to slump down against a tree and slide his jeans away from his body, he didn't much care about having anyone around to share in the moment.
Satisfaction was immediate, as cool, comforting grass brushed against the smooth, rarely touched skin upon Trent's rump, and the canopy of leaves overhead provided an alchemy of soothing shade and warming beams of golden sun. In his mind, Mother Nature was his partner, and she was pampering him up for the event as he tugged his boxers down from his thighs and took a lazy grip on his own cock.
Just being out in nature and anticipating the privacy was enough to send a little extra blood flow to Trent's manhood, and though it wasn't fully erect, it filled his palm as he gave it a delicate squeeze. Eyes slowly drooped closed as he leaned back against the trunk of a supportive tree and tugged gently, not wanting to rush the act, but also knowing that it was the sole reason he was out in the first place.
"...Uh oh," he murmured to himself, assured that the lush nature around him couldn't hear his words, or, if it were able, it couldn't understand him. "Forgot the damned lube again..."
It was an honest mistake, and one that Trent might be able to overcome with some spit and ingenuity, but there seemed to be a better alternative. His spot was a well kept secret, and thankfully, the trees had no tongues to tattle on him with, but that didn't mean they weren't alive. They always watched over Trent as he spilled his seed in the same grove, time and time again, and though it was disrespectful, he never harmed the plants in the past.
The sight of a leaf of aloe changed all of that, as Trent plucked it from the plant and began to grind it down between his fingers, hoping to milk the moisture out of it.
He didn't realize how quick nature would be to fight back, and his mind was in a far away place in seconds as the ground, melted plant made a salve upon his palms. It was warm from the friction, and Trent's lips flipped up into a grin as he worked the makeshift lubricant into the shaft of his growing cock, until it stood erect and throbbed in his palm.
The green mess upon his hands began spreading, but eyes closed again, and Trent was blissfully ignorant of the fact. His stupefied smile refused to leave his face as his wrist pumped vigorously at his erection, and all the while, green coloration crept along his skin in a sickening color, and only the presence of greater quantities of hair covered up the previous change.
Trent was warming up rapidly, but he didn't put much stock into the thought. Instead, he licked his lips with a lengthening tongue and stroked faster, wanting to finish before he had a chance to be discovered. Mother Nature had a similar plan, as fur shot up the sides of his arms and covered them in seconds, while the shape of his member changed within his own palms. His pace was so quick that he didn't quite notice the end of his cock sharpening and tapering down, or the growth of pubic hair around the base that was so thick, no comb could hope to tame it.
A wide, heavy tongue lolled out of the side of a growing muzzle as Trent beckoned closer to his climax, but it wasn't palms that brought him through the last stretch. Human and animal traits continue to blend without his knowledge, and his tongue made a great substitute, as Trent leaned down over his new, quadrupedal body and brushed his tongue over the length of his cock.
Any passerby would think him nothing more than a wolf taking a quick vacation, as canine seed sprayed over his own muzzle...