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The start of Spring was likely a chillier time than most would have been comfortable with for hiking up into the woods. Winter had yet to really let its cold grip slip loose, allow the land to warm, and let the new leaves and grass take their place in the wilderness. In a still chilly oak-wood forest though, sprawled on his back amid some of the still yellowed patches of grass, Daniel didn't mind the mid-afternoon chill in the least.

** ** Laid back with his arms under his head, a contented smile on his muzzle, one leg propped up, and likely one or two bugs searching for a way to creep into his hiking clothes, the mewthree found the cool and sunny afternoon exactly to his liking. His black scales were surprisingly tough to most things physical, and heat or cold fell right in the areas of stuff he could take a lot of. On his face, arms, and lower legs, they did a nice job of soaking up the sun. If anything, breathing in the refreshingly cool mountain air was a relaxing intoxicant. The air this far out in the middle of nowhere was free of the smog from the city that you could just barely make out past the distant hills, while the warming sun competed with the cold.

He had time to enjoy it too. Not many could take vacations around this time of year, but him, he was taking this trip as a retirement celebration. He didn't have anywhere he needed to be right now. He didn't even have any bills to pay off and worry about. There had been, near as he could tell (barring some bad surprise stuffed in the mailbox whenever he got back) no reason not to pack up some basic supplies, head on out, set up camp, and relax with the quiet radio and the sounds of nature to distract him.

Or so he thought. From surprisingly close by there was a feminine gasp of surprise that snapped his eyes open. And just as his head was turning to the sound, a brief, yet very, very pleased sounding woman's exclamation, "Oh my..."

** ** Scrambling as quickly and smoothly to his feet as possible Daniel looked down a few degrees to look the visitor in the eye, and just take her in. He had to bend his neck that far, and she had to angle hers up, because now that his feet were under him, the mewthree's size was much more apparent. He towered over his comparatively tiny camp-crasher.

The female was thin and toned. And she was green, very green, with a sparse wrapping of leaves and vines across her body and muzzle. She might have been a fox...might also have been an otter, near as he could tell. But she was a short and petite thing with equal traits of both, and...she was as naked as any of the forest inhabitants. The female beauty of her figure showed all the more, since her feminine assets weren't covered at all. Her near nakedness showed off her perfectly endowed chest, a pair of very cute and perky tits that he was trying to not let his eyes keep roaming to. But the pert and dark green nipples made it seem like her face was even lower than it already was.

She didn't seem to mind though, whoever she was. In fact, she was blatantly eyeing him up and down, and when his gaze drifted he could see her nipples perking up a little more. If he had to guess, the look of surprise on her face upon first seeing him in the dirt was being replaced by a smile of real appreciation.

"Uhh-" Daniel stammered a moment, taking in the odd scene, and coughed to get her to look him the face again. "Can I...Can I help you?"

"Oh my yes! Oh certainly yes! You have no idea. Just...Just look at you! You're perfect!"

Daniel paused a bit, and cocked his head to the side. The little lady was almost bouncing on her heels, and he really didn't get what she was so excited about. Whoever she was, he'd literally met her seconds ago, and for the life of him he couldn't figure what she was on about. "Err-Thank you...I guess. I try to look my best. But-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, no, not that. I mean...you look fine," Daniel assumed she must have noticed his mild frown at what must have been a cut at his looks. Regardless, she kept her giggling and excited rush going in a direction he didn't quite follow at first. "I mean...for a fleshy-type, that is."

That terminology there, that was the hint that jogged Daniel's usually quicker brain. He blamed the wonderful air of the mountain for drugging him into the slack recall.

Fleshy-type...Fleshy-type...who, or what, would look at someone several feet taller than them, likely outweighed them by hundreds of pounds, and call them a 'fleshy-type'?

Someone or something that didn't interact with fleshy creatures much, of course. At that thought, Daniel's eyes looked away from the talking female, and out over the clearing, towards the trees.

Some were fairly young, some were old...but they were mostly oaks.

"Ohhhhh fuck me..." Daniel mentally groaned, edging over towards his campsite, where there was a lighter in his back-pack, along with spare flint and steel. He didn't want to start throwing pulses of energy at the little waif of a lady, but he did want to make sure she knew to leave him alone without hurting her much.

No, not 'little lady'. Little dryad. Likely a younger one. Of all the bloody things that could have happened to throw off his trip. She was likely brand new to the area, because the signs outside the park's main gate had specifically stated that the grounds had been checked and marked clear of any of these very finicky, very quirky, very hard to predict, and plenty damned selfish forest spirits. The most he'd been warned of was to avoid the fairy rings, and unless you were so blind or stupid to not see them that was easy enough. He would never have gone out this way if there had been any mention of these sorts of encounters being a possibility. So this little potential problem must have just shown up in the territory, and he was the lucky one to meet her first.

** ** Well, best to make a good impression then. A very serious impression would be for the best. An impression that said: 'Don't mess with the fleshy-types.' Or even better: 'Don't even try to mess with the fleshy-types, because you can't without there being a lot of trouble in it for you.'

** ** The moment he met her eyes again, and opened his mouth to speak, she kept right on going.

"I mean...there's just enough of you. I'd hardly have to add anything. And it's going to be such a long season. I'm going to need so much rest, and you're going to make the perfect bed to settle down on every night!"

Daniel's words died in his throat, and the finger he'd raised to cut the dryad off hung in the air, suspended with uncertainty and more than a little confusion.

"Wait...you want to sleep with m-"

"On." She cut him off with the correction and a smile of delight, and flicked two fingers in his direction.

Daniel baaaaaaarely registered the flashes of greenery darting up from around his feet, passing through his shorts like they made of little more than the air around him, speeding through his undergarment, hardly pausing in the slightest when they hit his leather belt, and reaching up past his face after zipping through his shirt. The literal blades of grass had done their work and promptly shot back into the soil so quickly that when Daniel went stumbling backwards, tripping over his own tail and falling on his backside with a curse of surprise, he only had the briefest afterimage of them in his mind.

As he sat up, trying to ignore his splayed position, he had more than enough time to get a gander at what they'd done.

Most of his clothing was scattered on the ground in rags, strips, and smaller scraps. He'd been stripped, nude as the day he'd hatched...by this little bitch of a dryad who apparently had it in her head that ruining someone's paid-for duds was a way to get them to sleep with you.

"Oh my, oh my..." he heard, and with a glare that he hoped would be enough to whither any of her flowers, his gaze shot up to her from where he was splayed-out.

The dryad's finger was on her cheek, and her bright smile on her muzzle only got wider as she looked along his outstretched tail, lingered at the slit between his legs, and over the rest of his bared body.

"Perfect! Just perfect, just like that! You're going to be exactly right!"

"Lady!" Daniel moved to get to his feet, and when he was tall enough again to loom over the little creature, he started towards her in a walk that projected to any sane being that he was now ticked -off in the extreme, tail lashing behind him for even more emphasis that he was plenty pissed. Enough was enough, and to be frank, enough had been reached the moment he'd realized what he was dealing with. But now not only had the bitch of a dryad wrecked about $200 in hiking clothes, he'd caught her eyeing his crotch, like he was a piece of meat. Or tofu, or whatever she ate.

He did not want to _hurt_the creature, make no mistake about that. She was a mystic creature, and from what he knew about them she probably had no clue that what she was doing was wrong, and this was the absolute worst way to interact with someone from modern civilization. He didn't want to go overboard, but as it was he was going to have to hike back to town with his garments held to his body, expending psychic energy the whole way there, then explain what had happened to get a refund on them. His retirement camping trip was, in spectacularly awkward fashion, now completely fucked.

And...well...yeah, she'd stripped him nude. He wasn't exactly ashamed of his body at all, but for fuck's sake, you don't just do that to people.

He stopped mid-step in his advance, tail going taught with a yank to his rear and spine, and refusing to be dragged behind him, or for its tip to leave the ground.

** ** "Whhhaaaaa..." The question trailed off in his mind, as the flaring anger and frustration in his chest was set-aside for confusion in his brain and he turned to look, as he felt his tail-tip...spreading?

Digging...he could feel it as soon as he laid eyes on it. He could sense it as clearly as if he'd been pushing a couple of fingers into the soil on his hand, instead of the tendrils his tail-tip was splitting into and plunging down into the dirt.

"It's...those are...those are god-damn roots!" The shout lanced through his mind with a gasp, and twisting his hips he gave a pull with both the muscle in his tail and the rest of his body, trying to yank the limb free before things got too deep and too far.

He was rewarded with a stab of pain, and the vaguest sense of the rootlets moving only slightly 'up' against the soil surrounding them...and then felt them digging down even faster.

"The bitch...she's...she's rooting me in place!?" Daniel swung back around to confront the green foxy-otter creature...and saw little more than a pile of disturbed earth where she'd been.

His mouth was still hanging open in shock and surprise at what was going on when the dryad's sweet and cheerful voice popped into his head.

"Now, I've got a lot to do in the woods today. Lots of things to get started...Just like you, actually! Nothing as important, but still, other seeds need some planting if this season is going to be as productive as possible. So I'll check on you a little, but you should grow just fine on your own. I'm tired, but I'm pretty sure I can make you as beautiful and perfect as possible before the sun goes down without having to fall behind everywhere else."

And then she was gone, leaving the bewildered mewthree alone in the clearing, with the occasional passing bird for company.

Essentially, she'd left him exactly as she'd found him. Away from the troubles of the world, surrounded by nothing but the forest he'd hiked into.

He wasn't anywhere near as relaxed right now though. His heart was thudding in his chest and his pulse was racing. At the thought of her words 'growing on your own', Daniel stepped to and squatted next to the spot where his tail was buried in the dirt...and burying itself deeper, going by the unusual and alien sensation of the roots spreading more and more.

"What the hell is she going on about?" The thoughts raced through his head, faster even than his heart. "This is crazy. You don't...grow a living person. What the hell is she thi-"

It was so subtle at first...he could have sworn it was just the feeling of all the little fingers digging under the ground. But...there...again...something different. It made him blink, stand up faster than was wise, and step back from the spot.

And...again....and again....and again...

Pulses of...something, from the deep underground soil, a tingly and almost...sensual rush...seeping through the roots his bulbous tip had become. Too regular to be random. Barely on the edge of perception, like a gentle tickle from...well...from a lover...a warm lick around and through what had been the base of his tail-bulb....

And then another, this one progressing a little further past where his tail stuck up from the soil. It started at the tips of the roots, more noticeable now, converged as they converged...and went a little further up the length of his ensnared tail...no more than the distance of a few more scales.

And then another...also a little further.

And then another...also a little further...and a little teasingly more noticeable.

Pairing up the dryad's words with what he was feeling, specifically the word 'growing', Daniel felt a cold rock in his stomach as the subtle pulses continued.

"What the fuck does she think she's doing to me?" Daniel asked aloud. But the dryad, and the rest of the forest, declined to give him any answer.

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Whatever response the flighty spirit might have given, Daniel set himself to getting the heck out of there before whatever she'd done could progress to the point that he was out of options. The foxy-otter-plant thing might have possessed some impressive magic, but fortunately the one she'd decided to use it on had a pretty impressive pool of psionic energy to bring to bear. And...really, yes, his tail was probably going to require a LOT of work to get back to the way it had been, but the most immediate problem was just getting it out of the dirt.

That Daniel knew would be the easy part, waving a hand and sending a pulse of energy into the dirt around his small but spreading root network, aiming to just grab it all in his mental grip and fling it free. The hard part would be getting out of the woods and away from the plant-lady's influence.

Mentally, he braced himself for the sight that would greet him when he did clear the soil away, since going by the tangled mess of pulsating sensation he could feel, it would likely be stomach-churning.

Stomach-churning was the wrong sensation to brace for. As was expecting to see a jumble of scaley roots where there should have been his scaled bulb. What struck the stuck mewthree was nothing short of shocking.

His own tail-tip, or the root network which had usurped it, drank in the surge of energy like the most potent of fertilizer. It tingled, prickled, teased, and raced back through his tail, and in the wake of it he could not only feel a steady and throbbing rush passing all the way up the long length of his tail and into his backside...he could even see the long length of his body pulsing in time with it...albeit the pace had picked up considerably.

It took his breath away; it was so intense. It hit so fast, so hard, and so...good. He didn't want to admit it even to himself, but the rushes hammering into him now from the ground were...sensual...satisfying even. So much so that as much as he couldn't believe it, the darker head of his mostly grey penis, inched out of his slit in time with the waves of pleasing pressure, and a measure of his shaft started edging into view.

_"Ooohh...okay..."_Daniel's thoughts had been left shaken and more than a little stalled by the energy incessantly drawing his attention and stimulating his body. It took a few breaths of cool air, and a few moments of waiting for the pulsing throbs coursing up his spine to taper off, gradually back to the subtler but progressive stimulation from before.

"Okay...lesson...lesson learned there. Don't mess with the roots like that." The thought of the simple and direct approach ended, his eyes alighting on his backpack, and the camping trowel strapped to the side.

And also to the 20 feet of sparse yellow grass and bare dirt between his hands and its handle. And looking around, the total lack of any branches or anything else suitable to boost his reach.

Biting a lip, and very tentatively, he lifted his hand, palm out, and mentally reached towards the distant tool, focusing the psionic energy as squarely and directly towards nothing but the ribbed plastic handle.

He found it hard to recall any time in the past he'd made so many decisions he regretted so deeply in such a rapid succession.

The purple-hued glowing energy made it about...an inch, probably a bit less by his guess, before he felt it being yanked from his control as though it had been a lassoed limb, instead of a nebulous cloud of power. It was drawn back behind him, and done so with a speed that left him barely enough time to suck in a bracing gasp of air.

The entire length of Daniel's body spasmed all the way from the ground, to his rear, right through his hips and groin with a surge that popped his member completely free, and crumpled him to his hands and knees, back bowing forward as the air was driven from his lungs. And just as he was able to take in a shuddering gasp, it was again hammered out of him, every muscle in his body tightening as another surge of pressure rocked through every fiber of his body. Even if he had the sense to, stopping his hips from rocking forward, his legs from clenching and his toes from curling, and his hands from squeezing into the dirt would have been impossible. Or doing so again when the next wave rushed through him. Or the next, and the next, and the next.

Finally, with his heart pounding harder than a jackhammer and with bleary eyes, the results of the bad decision ebbed off, and he could take stock with a mildly clear head.

His ears were almost ringing...and even his horns tingled with residual power. Hell, his whole body was still tingling like mad...but also blanketed with a soothing afterglow. As intense and alien as what had happened...it had been...incredibly good. It was no surprise, chilly air or not, his dick was refusing to tuck itself away, and throbbing with his racing heart.

And turning to look back at his tail...something was even more different now than when it had taken root.

Still gasping, Daniel's eyes sharpened in quick focus. Most of the scales along the length of his appendage were...gone. Not just gone, even the texture of the limb looked different. Smoother, more supple almost, and as he stepped to where it was stuck he found it actually alarmingly more flexible. When he tried to give it a bend it's length moved...but the sensation was completely foreign to him. The hammering of power that had rushed through him had...it had wiped away the bones. Groping along its mass, Daniel's hands found not a single vertebra.

And even though he could still feel the pulsing draws of power surging up along it and into his body...now he could feel it under his palms. A steady and persistent throbbing, almost matching that which kept his cock on display.

In what he already suspected would be a futile effort, given just how far down he could feel the roots had gone, Daniel dug a hand at the soil where he was stuck. And his fingers didn't even dent the topsoil. In fact, bending down to look at what was causing the odd pressure on his hand, he found his fingers didn't even touch the soil. They stopped moving a bare millimeter over the ground, likely blocked by whatever the dryad had done.

With a last look around, and with nothing more for company than the swelling energy throbbing into him getting stronger bit by bit, Daniel sat down, just looking back over at his camp-site, and the chattering radio on his backpack.

The heck was he supposed to do?

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The sun had drifted a bit further across the sky before anything really notable happened...but that's not to say that nothing changed for Daniel over the hours.

One thing had changed on a constant basis, and he was really, really, really wishing it hadn't. The raw amount of power coursing into him had gotten more and more insistent, more urgent, and far more forceful.

Daniel had gone from feeling a steady pulsation sliding through his muscles like a series of soothing and pleasant urges...to a constant throbbing of pressure throughout his whole body. Seated with his tail behind him, doing his damndest to ignore the straining of his now leaking cock, gasping involuntarily every second or two, he could almost see his body shuddering in time with the building pressure within him.

And it was only getting stronger as time went on, and he still hadn't thought of anything else he could do.

The dryad, however, apparently had been true to her word though. He might not have been able to think of any way to get out of this, but she must have been thinking about checking up on him to make sure he hadn't. Daniel felt a feminine and... very interested presence in his mind.

The interest he felt was also touched by...disappointment. He could feel the emotion cloud the otherworldly thoughts of the forest spirit.

"Awwww, that's all? You're supposed to be much further along than that!"

Daniel, surprised at her sudden mental presence and words, sent a mental reply back, dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sorry, I juuuussst-"

Daniel had a moment to call himself a bloody idiot before the throbbing through his form seemed to triple as his telepathic retort cut off, the energy being sucked away. He'd been able to hold himself in a sitting position for quite a while now, but when his body jerked and his back arched uncontrollably, he fell to his hands and knees with a guttural grunt, thrusting his cock in the cold air with a savage thrust of his hips.

"Now that's much better!" came the pleased voice in his head...among newer sensations.

The most distracting of them was the feeling of a warm, smooth, moist, and playful mouth sliding over his member as the surges from his rear seemed to almost seemed to make his body swell, and hips uncontrollably thrust. But when Daniel's stunned eyes looked down, there was nothing there, suckling upon his length. Just a mental giggle and murr as the phantom mouth and tongue teased and milked his dripping and throbbing member.

That was just the most distracting though. As the dryad played with his tool on one side of his body, on his rear he felt things...tightening, swelling...bulging even. Each rushing pulse of power that made him thrust into the dryad's warm but invisible maw made him arch his back more, his rear firming and tightening. And at the same time his head and shoulders were struck by a pleasing tingle, surges of swelling growth, and alien alteration.

He could see the bluish glow of it, even with his face straining forward, head bobbing with each intensely pleasing wave of sensation. His horns tingled, stretched...he could even hear it! A wet oozing and pulling met his ears, accompanied by an eager stretching into a new shape, much like his shoulder plates. Teal light came from both shoulders as the harder but flexible armor softened as he was milked. They stretched out into lighter and wavier tufts, reaching further from his body and away from his arms.

He came after mere moments of the intense treatment. Daniel grunted, groaned, and his eyes rolled back as his member finally erupted, releasing the pent up pressure that had been slowly building for hours, then rapidly mounting with the dryad's oral ministrations. The climax sent his penis spasming as it dumped its load into the grass beneath him, pulsing rushes of fluid in spurts and splats that left him completely breathless.

"There you are! Much better now, don't you think! Keep that up, and when I check on you again you should be in much nicer shape!"

Daniel gasped over and over in response, and on trembling arms tried not to collapse into the puddle he'd made as he struggled to catch his breath.

His nose wrinkled as he breathed, and looking down, his shock over what had happened was replaced with bewilderment. The mess he'd made in the grass wasn't semen, or anything he'd ever seen before. It was a clear and viscous goo, clinging to grass blades in blobs and streaks...and it was incredibly pungent. There was...something of the smell of cum...but it was mixed with a honey-like aroma, or a strong nectar...and...he sniffed, crinkling his snout in memory and effort...no...But with another deep inhalation, he couldn't deny it, no matter how weird.

Truffle. The heady, heavy, woodsy, and potent scent of truffle, amid the sweetness and musk. However out of place that was coming from his penis, there it was nonetheless.

Standing on unsteady legs, his member still jutting from his vent as insistently as before as his body continued to pulse without pause, just less intensely, Daniel tentatively took stock of himself. It took more focus than he thought he could summon to manage it, but he had to figure out whatever it was the dryad intended...and why his dick was oozing stuff it never had before.

He couldn't see them, but with hands as unsteady as his breath, he brushed the horns above his brow, and instantly jerked his hands back as spikes of pleasure almost too intense to handle shot down from his forehead, cock jerking in response and almost a mirror of the sensation. The tiny touch he'd gotten in had given him the impression of his scaley and boney horns having gotten smoother, likely completely so, and softer, more yielding to the touch. He could even feel both of them...throb, almost as an after-effect of getting stimulated.

Trying to take a steadying breath, Dan resolved that no matter how tempting it was, he wasn't going to mess with them any further. Maybe it was due to them being right above his brain, but the shock of them simply being lightly touched was almost too much, like an electric bolt of tingling eroticism going right to his head.

The glowing coming from both sides of him drew his eye next, and looking left, then right...Daniel felt his heartrate picking back up again, likely faster than it had been just a few minutes prior. What was attached to his shoulders was completely unrecognizable as the flexible protective covering for his heart and lungs. Sticking over a foot and a half out to the side of him were new appendages that looked far too soft, supple, and light to be of any sort of protection. They flexed loosely with his heavy breathing, and just beneath the surface of the teal...leaves...no...light teal petals, that's what they were, he could see tiny veins surging with fluids, pulsing with a glowing energy that still left his body feeling full and pressured from within...and growing.

Daniel started breathing heavier, and while the petals made it tricky, looked over his shoulder, at his now alien-feeling rear-end.

What he saw made the heavy breath catch in his throat all over again.

He didn't have a rear-end anymore. He had a bud. Or at least a developing bud, connected to a pale yellow stalk, sunk into the dirt, which was feeding him the energies that were so irresistible. He could see the developing strands of plant-matter reaching from the swell of where his tail had been, shifting to the light teal-glow that was spreading across his body and forming the outline of...petals...even matching up to the bases of those sprouting from his shoulders.

No...he couldn't just see_it. That didn't do the situation justice. He could _feel. The deep, intimate, sensual, frightening, but unmistakable sense of his body being...segmented, even as he breathed faster and faster, heart hammering away, he could feel the pace pick up slightly, with more pulses running through him to feed the change on.

"She's...she's turning me into a flower! I don't believe it...but...She really is! What the hell is she going on about with the whole bed stuff...when...she's turning me into...this?"

Frustration seized him for a moment. It wasn't fair, dammit! This was so not fair! He'd wanted to get away from it all, sure. He had wanted to get back to nature a bit, and not worry about crap like getting the car tuned up, for fuck's sake. Who didn't, every now and then? But he didn't want to be rooted in place away from it all! And amid the frustration and uncertainty running through his mind...something else intruded...the scent coming from the smears on the soil.

Now, suddenly, the new smell of his jizz made something in the way of sense, however deranged that sense was.

And if he hadn't been both frightened, still incredibly albeit forcibly aroused, he might not have made the stupid mistake of trying to mentally fling the mess away.

He found himself once again getting very sick and tired of making so many stupid impulse decisions in a single day.

Daniel _refused_to let the screw-up result in him falling to his knees again, but there wasn't a thing he could do about the newest cascade of internal pressure and intense surging that rocked him from his very core and out to his fingertips, which caused him to climax on the spot. He came, and came hard, trying to brace his hands on his knees as the flush of energy running through him shot his hips forward and sent his cock spasming...among other things.

The growth of his pauldrons-turned-petals sped up so much that aside from feeling intense unease at just how fast they were stretching out and...blossoming (he didn't want to use the word, but there was no denying that's what was happening), he could actually now hear it. A wet, thick, fleshy sort of stretching that was almost...satisfying, in a way. The more the petals grew and the brighter they glowed with their transformation, the more...complete things felt.

That feeling was only compounded with a sudden looseness and weakness in both his arms. And as the orgasm running through his shaft reduced to a dribble, Daniel watched in fascination and horror as both arms started to shift, each seeming to swell, deflate, swell, and deflate...all while staring to reform.

His left hand changed faster than his right, he could see it and feel it. Before his eyes his fingers felt as though they were being gently pulled...guided almost, even though he tried his damndest to hold them as they were. But against his will they blossomed with blue light, stretched, and merged into a mitten-like mass that urged itself further outward, actually making the entire forearm spread and angle outward. His right hand glowed and pulsed in time with the energy fueling his metamorphosis, but it didn't follow at the same pace. The change seemed more organic, less guided than he would have expected.

Not that it helped any, he reflected, reaching over and touching his newly reformed appendage.

And just as when he'd touched his altering horns, he snatched his probing finger away, and pulled the blossoming limb in the opposite direction as much as he could reach.

It was so sensitive it stunned the mewthree. He could feel the tiniest trace of a breeze over the smooth, light blue surface. The skin pulsed with light and power, and the slightest stimulation seemed to just fuel it on even more, so he dared not give it more of the encouragement it seemed to desire.

Not knowing what else to do, Daniel dropped back to his knees, breathed through his mouth to avoid inhaling the intoxicating scent of the release he'd sent to the ground, and just tried to not give his body any more cause to betray him. Hopefully, though it was a dim hope, and he very well knew it, if he dragged this out long enough, maybe the dryad would just give it up, and see he had no interest in being her pet flower...or bed...or whatever. It was fast becoming apparent that that was about the only hope he had in the situation, which was something he was pretty damned uncomfortable admitting, even to himself.

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"Deep breaths, dude. Deep breaths...Just keep up with the breaths."

Daniel was trying to run with his own advice, but as focused as he was on taking in big draughts of air through his muzzle and doing his level-best to ignore the pungent aroma of wild-flower honey (oh wasn't that ironic), musk, and the potent truffle aroma his groin was giving off at all the more intense a level...still, when every few seconds you felt your entire body pulsate, swell, your straining cock jerk and ooze, then settle again...that was the kinda thing that made breathing deep and steadily hard. You occasionally whimpered a bit, or gasped, or moaned, which really did a number on throwing off your breathing rhythm.

He'd done a good job over the last several hours of avoiding touching himself...any of himself, even his incessantly demanding and dribbling penis, no matter how intense the pulsations of growth and pressure urged him to. The reward he'd gotten was that his ongoing transformation remained slow instead of rapidly on-going...but it had still progressed, and there had been hours for it to do just that. He'd been watching his cock most of that time, as the growing weight of his blooming limbs had him hunched over, and bit by bit his flesh tool had gained several slick, glistening, and potently smelling inches. The belly-swell common to his species had gone completely teal, and the vent his penis was supposed to be jutting from has smoothed away. The head of his shaft had begun to tingle and prickle over the last few minutes, causing him to breathe all the harder as it started to slowly swell.

His left arm was largely his left petal now...or at least one of them. He didn't even need to turn his head to see the flowery extension of his body that his left pauldron had become. The glow of it stood out all on its own, and he could still oh-so-clearly feel the steady pulsations of growth urging through them both. And the same could be said of his right side, though his hand was still something of a barely movable mitt that was lit from within by a steady stream of changing power. He could still move it, and when it had been made plenty damned apparent the changes simply wouldn't stop, he'd been holding out hope that maybe, on the absolute slimmest of chances, if he still had function there he could do a little something with his transformed but usable appendage.

Not like either of his pauldrons would be of any use, even if every wave of growth through him made them bloom even more, all they did was obscure the edges of his vision now, consisting of nothing but growing and sensitive petal-flesh.

And...his legs weren't going to do him any good. His toes were gone, fused into the tips of large blooming petals of their own. And every second or two; deep breathing or not, his body would shudder as the change progressed further up his calves and thighs. A moan escaped his lips almost every time, especially when the swelling rushed through his thighs and groin, and then the lengths would thicken, elongate, and smooth-out even more.

And elsewhere, specifically radiating from what had been his tail-base and was now undeniably his bulb...his body was...pulling, or being urged, or seeking, however you wanted to describe it, a more flower-like configuration. And flowers didn't have their petals, even the ones supporting a head, sprouting from a core with a straining cock in the middle of it. He knew that much, and could feel that much all the more clearly. He was...he was...

"Okay, again Daniel...deep breaths. You've still got lungs. Use them. Deep breaths. Keep them-"

He'd been trying to tell himself to keep the steady and full breaths coming. But another shudder of growth cut him off, and further pressured the divide between the petal his head was attached to, which largely branched from his spine, and the petals of his pauldrons, giving him a shuddering and powerful pause, and he felt the top of his skull flower outward and rise higher into the air.

The same thing was happening to what had been his pauldrons, his arms, and his legs. His body was...splitting, in a sense, even if everything was still connected to the bulb at his rear. But it was so slow! It was just bit by bit, surge by surge, thrust of his hips by thrust of his hips, as each small wave of change washed through him.

And then she was back. Daniel had missed the dryad's return while he was looking at his cock and feeling it swell a little longer, and start to turn from grey, to a shade towards white, oozing the powerful smelling goo his body just wouldn't stop producing. But when she was back, he knew it, and his head snapped in the dryad's direction.

Again...she was disappointed. He knew that right away. It was written on her muzzle, shown in her eyes, and he could feel it all too clearly.

_"Fine, let this disappoint her too!" _

His right arm was _barely_usable, but it worked well enough to cup around a rock he'd found near his feet.

Sure, he'd pretty much grasped by this point that it was pretty feeble gesture, but still, clocking the little woman in the eye with it would have been immensely satisfying with what she'd subjected him to on his vacation.

A shame he never got to send it on its way. Whether or not the dryad knew his intention, just had quick reflexes, or was already planning to speed things along, he never got to sling the thing at her.

Daniel's rear-end-turned-bud and now almost golden-yellow tail-turned-stalk rebelled, jerked him off his hands and knees with a shake that sent the rock back to the dirt, causing him to shout in surprise. He found himself twisted up and away from the approaching nature-spirit, and turned up towards the setting sun.

Frightened as he was, if his black-scaled face could have shown it, he would have been blushing in embarrassment at the new situation. While he'd been seated, he'd at least been able to keep his hard-on concealed with his changing body. But gravity being what it was and his limbs being what they'd become, Daniel was uncomfortably aware that his penis was now right out on display for all who cared to see...even if it no-longer really resembled his dick. The off-white shaft stood up proudly from his groin as his petals fell away...and as the dryad approached with a wicked smile of anticipation, Daniel had a brief impression of just what was coming next as she eyed him up and down, and sniffed appreciatively at the aroma his new body was giving off.

"I really wanted you done by now, so I could just get nice and cozy for the night," she spoke, stepping up between his limp legs, both of which suddenly felt far more sensitive to the light from the sun playing across them, and almost swollen with a built-up urge to change.

"Buuuut...I do like seeing my special works finish up, and you're a special treat. Really special, even. You're actually blooming even bigger than I'd hoped! So..." she leaned in, and Daniel's eyes widened as she inhaled with a lustful draw through her muzzle at his leaking member, unable to shift away. "Lets get you grown the rest of the way."

Again, Daniel wanted to protest, but before his muzzle could even twitch, the dryad's opened, a warm and moist tongue that was even smoother than the petals his arms and legs were becoming stroked the length of his shaft. The heavenly thing went straight up from the base of his crotch with stunning intensity and lust, which filled him with much the same. She teased that divine slickness up his suddenly growing length with a warm and wet caress, and rubbed over his tip with a teasing flick as his cock's head seemed to swell larger.

Daniel's entire almost-flower body shuddered, shook, and he came just a moment after her head pulled away. He tried to suck in a breath as the first rush spewed from his cock, but the dryad wasn't interested in working on just his member. When the splat of goo came spurting from his penis in a rush of euphoria and ecstasy, he was left to gasp with what air he had as his legs swelled with incredible pressure...and changed all at once. He felt the bones in his thighs vanish. He felt the rush as plant-matter replaced the tissues with a uniform and pleasantly pulsing surge of blue-green petal-flesh. He felt his legs fill with the fluids running through his body from the soil, stretch and compress full petal shapes with a meaty and wet rush as his body shook.

And that was just what he could see happening. What he could feel was far, far more impactful.

His legs, his arms, the growths that were petals which had sprouted from his shoulder plates and chest...and even his neck and head...with a sensation that was equal parts squeezing, surging with growth, filling with pressure, and being pulled resolutely into place, all seemed to separate and rearrange into their own lengths, sprouting boldly and colorfully from the bulb his tail-base had become. The air was driven from his lungs as his they were wiped away with his torso. His heart, gone as well, along with every other structure the mewthree would have considered vital in that rush of a climax.

Daniel's eyes took several moments to pull themselves back from looking at the backside of his now petal-mounted head. He was...a face, stuck to the surface of a black and fleshy petal, the top and center one of a massive flower. With a stamen that could only have been his now larger penis occupying the middle of his vision, and a small patch of smaller and thinner petals at its base, all coated in the potent release that had taken his breath away.

"Now there we go! Why couldn't you have gone at that pace all day!? Everything would be finished by now. You could have been finished hours ago!" The dryad beamed up at him from between his lower petals as his eyes gradually regained focused again.

Daniel worked his jaw to reply...but made nary a sound. He didn't have a throat or vocal cords, much less lungs to draw air to speak with. And truth be told...he knew the little creature was speaking entirely rhetorically.

"Buuuut..." The dryad was looking him almost in the eye, with her head cocked quizzically, checking over the petal that his face protruded from. "Yeah...see, this is what happens when I try to make a special project while I'm just wiped out and doing too much at once. You still need some more work." She set a delicate paw on a twist in the base of his former tail, now his stalk, and lightly leapt to land amid his petals, spreading her legs astride his straining and leaking stamen. "But don't fret my pretty friend, you're alllllllmost done. Just a little left to do."

Daniel wanted to say he'd been worked on way too much already, and wanted to go home. But it was pretty damned apparent that he couldn't say anything to her that would make a lick of difference at this point. And...even if he could have spoken, the sensation of her skin touching his petals and former cock would have driven any words from his lips. The feeling of a normal lover's body sliding against his original form could have _mildly_compared with the sparking ecstasy of her leaf-like skin gracing his petals...but only mildly. Her body was warm, almost as warm as his, and with his penis between her legs and her breasts almost perfectly presented to his overwhelmed eyes, every touch of hers, no matter how casual or unavoidable, was as sensual as one made in the height of passion. His new body actually bucked upwards with a shove from his stalk, seeking further contact, and pushing his stamen towards her eagerly, entirely out of his conscious control. She would have been a feather-weight compared to his normal self, but however much she did weight, his fleshy and supportive petals bore her weight with little trouble.

Pretty much, Daniel thought, because that's exactly what she'd intended.

"Ohh, we're eager to be my nightly rest-spot, are we?" The dryad leaned a bit over his staining shaft, breathing over it teasingly as his body seemed to pulse all the harder, sending his changed penis and petals wobbling at a steady but increasing pace. "Don't worry, pretty. I'm eager too." At her words, Daniel looked down, and saw that the moistness of his groin wasn't just the release he'd been spurting and oozing prior, but also from a patch of wetness between the lady's legs, soaking into the feather-light petals that had grown at his stamen's base. "But there's just some last things first," she finished, reaching past his face, and traced light and teasing fingertips over his changed horns, just out of sight.

The touches were electric in their pleasure, and his body throbbed again when contact was made, but something she did next threw Daniel for a whole new loop. She traced her fingers downward, around his face...and his changed horns followed. With a wet, thick, meaty, but irresistible and thick pressure, they moved around his eyes, and slipped past his ear-holes...which sealed shut in their wake.

Daniel noticed the effect immediately. While he watched the pair of horns which had been changed into stamens progress past his face, and down his petal, leaving white streaks of coloration in their wake...he found his hearing impossibly changed. He could hear the rush of fluids pulsing from his stalk and through his body. He could hear the dryad's lusty and eager breathing, and subtle giggle of delight as the pair of stamens joined his shaft at the middle of his body in a surging rush of fluid. He could even hear the birds and wind passing through the blooming trees...But the radio he'd brought along was now as dead and silent as a rock. Rolling his eyes upward as his new stamens set into place above his former dick, he saw an airplane far up in the clouds, laying the traces of a contrail... yet he heard no sound from it passing by.

She'd lead the stamens on his head-petal where she wanted them...and rendered him deaf to anything else but nature itself.

And she'd said there had been just a few things left to fix.

Muzzle parting in shock, Daniel tried to shake his head-petal from side to side as the green creature traced her fingers up the length of his stamens, licked them free of the oozing secretions from their tips...and placed a powerfully scented finger against his snout.

"Oh, don't be that way. I did say you're cute and all, even for a fleshy. But I think I've made you much more beautiful this way...and I can't have that snout of yours bumping me in the head all night this season."

She gave a slight, almost imperceptible push, and Daniel felt his head sinking into the petal's flesh with a sound even more fleshy and wet than when his horns had been moved. Every inch of progression into the petal's surface was matched with a pulse of growth and meaty expansion through not just the petal his head was on, but the rest of his body, bucking him up and down as the back of his head vanished. Then his jaw. Then his nose.

The only trace left of his mewthreeness was a set of eye-spots, amid the white lines his horns had left on the petal.

He was far from blind. He could see her, of course. She must have wanted him to see her in all her beauty, aligning her feminine slit over his straining and pulsing stamen, squeezing and massaging one of her tits while lining him up just right. He could see the woods behind her and the clearing in front of him. But...his campsite, aside from the impressions left in the grass by his gear...it was gone. And over the rise, where there had been a city...there was nothing but a blur.

He knew the reason behind it, even if she hadn't said it, and it processed well enough even before her netherlips started to slide over his swollen crown. Maybe even the reasons. She'd made him into something not part of civilization anymore...so he couldn't see or hear things that were. But beyond that...now he couldn't even respond to them at all, so he couldn't get help, even if it came looking for him. She'd made him...hers.

The thought finished just as the green foxy-otter started to slide down the shaft of his stamen, and the experience wiped other thoughts from his mind. The pleasure of this sex made sex with a normal partner (and as a 'fleshy-type') pale in comparison, and the intensity was so great that he knew, new body or not, he would peak all too soon.

She seemed to sense that too. For all he knew she could feel the surging rush pulsating through all of the tiny channels in his body, like a pulse accelerating as the act increased in fervor. Flower or no, his body's excitement and urge were increasing the more she lifted and lowered herself along his central length, and he even dimly noticed his petals bobbing up and down in the evening light, tingling with arousal and flushed with need as the dryad milked him with her body.

As worked up as he was, and possibly permanently was, it didn't take the creature's ministrations long at all to bring him to the heaviest and most powerful climax of the day. His stamen throbbed, pulsed, and released into her tiny body with a torrent of fluids and pleasure so great that lack of eyes being ignored, Daniel almost blacked out. As tightly clenched as her folds were, there was no way her small frame could contain the rush pouring into her, and the clear, viscous fluids oozed back out, dribbled down his central stamen, and down his stalk. Even as that was happening her hands gripped his newly placed shafts as they spasmed in turn, moistening the bed of his flower-self with the intoxicating and powerful fluids.

Her breath appeared to have been taken away, it seemed. It took some time for her arms to go limp and for the dryad to settle forward, pressing her breasts against the bed of his groin and the sensitive stamens that had been his horns, with his central shaft still deep within her body.

Daniel didn't have breath to be taken away anymore, but the experience, stunning as it was, didn't completely numb him to the sensation of his petals beginning to curl upward, cupping around the dryad as night continued to claim the land.

Very quietly and very contentedly though, he heard her moan in satisfaction as her body gripped his transformed member in a pleasurable ripple of satisfaction. And he faintly heard afterward..."best season ever."

As his petals closed over her for the night, Daniel's thoughts had a nervous edge to them, amid the afterglow of such a satisfying release.

What would happen to him after her 'growing season' came to an end?