Scenario 2: Check Before Eating Things!
[hopefully this one'll be more transformation/tentacle heavy]
You miss the eggs this time, either by not picking them up, or not seeing. You instead follow that wonderful smell that makes you feel all tingly and warm inside.
You get caught in the same sap-filled area as before, but instead you walk into a tree and have to shimmy out of your clothes to get free. You're a little self conscious about being naked, but it's not like anyone's going to see you, right?
The closer you get to the smell, the more you can feel yourself getting overpowered by need, and once or twice you have to stop to finger yourself. It's never enough, but you have to keep going, you have to see what that smell is.
You find a tree filled with jewel-like fruits along the way about the size of apples, and you realise how hungry you are, so without thinking, you pick one and start eating, and it's the best thing you've ever eaten, nectar spilling down your chin, and you go back for seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths.
Your body feels... weird... as you eat though, and it's only around the third fruit you realise this. You look down.
You can't seem to remember what you looked like before, but... Were your tits always this huge? Was your dick always this big, were your holes always this wet?
Probably. You keep eating, transfixed at how you seem to be changing. A few more fruits, and you're sporting a tail and horns, a longer tongue. You realise you're much more flexible now and put it to good use, shyly groping yourself with one hand and fingering yourself with the other as you try to suck yourself off.
It feels amazing, and as long as no one's around...
You hear a small laugh come from somewhere and what sounds like uprooting roots before you're hoisted into the air by an ankle. In alarm, you start to fight back, but thick, ropey vines grab your limbs and hold you spread eagled as a woman, with horns and a tail and a delicate crown steps out of the trees, laughing.
She says you've garnered her curiosity, as a vine slithers to your holes, because she's never known anyone to eat from her fruit willingly, and put them in her thrall. She's been looking for a mate for years, and oh, how graciously you've volunteered!
A few vines grope at your new tits, brushing and pinching your nipples as another one begins to stroke you off and yet another one slips past your lips, secreting a sap that feels remarkably like the kind you'd gotten stuck in. It all makes your head spin deliciously and you can hear yourself whining as some heavier tentacles poke and prod at your holes, opening you up. The woman watches you, groaning when you clench down in shame, reaching down over her dress to palm at herself. The tendrils burrow deeper and deeper, opening up your cervix too, rooting themselves inside your womb, and you can't help yourself, you cum all over the tendrils. She gasps, and you can see something tenting her dress as she tells you what a good little incubator you are.
The tendrils in your womb start secreting the same sap, while more vines join to fuck into your holes, despite your clenching, and it's only a matter of time before your stomach looks swollen from the sap, as if you'd swallowed an entire watermelon. You manage to cum again, hitting yourself on the chin and adding to the mess of sap on your chin, and that's when the woman begins to approach you, hiking up her dress to show off a thickly ribbed ovipositor with a fat knot at the base. The vines part to give her room and you whine at the emptiness, but she shushes you, pats your hair and tells you it'll all be okay as she mounts you, popping her knot in and locking you in place.
They come in slow, the eggs hard with a liquid inside that makes them sit unwieldy inside of you, and she moans sweetly with each one that passes into you, kissing your face and stroking the place in your stomach where they push out. You're sure that if you tried to stand up, you'd be pinned to the ground by the weight, but her vines hold fast and true, and you're filled with a hazy warmth.
A horn sounds in the distance and she looks up, then at you with a wry smile, telling you that she has to go back...
But the vines begin moving again, tying the supports to her, and she tells you that no one would dare say no to the princess if she were to drag in a new royal cockwarmer. She warns you that you wouldn't be able to leave her cock except to birth her eggs, and she could lay more eggs into you, change and transform you to her likings whenever she liked...
You don't mind, do you?
oh, i wouldn't - i wouldn't mind at all... i wouldn;'t... mind...
