Taking Root

 

Artwork - Gu Li

A collab between WaverCD and Charoset

Nature's ever calming majesty washed over Eric in a blanket of light falling from the canopy of trees. He was alone, isolated in its embrace deep within the woods he loved to hike. It had been a rough day at work, having pulled an all-nighter, and he was restless, mind jumping from one worry to the next as he pondered his finances, politics, all the usual stress factors. Walking like this among the lush greens away from the sounds of society always put him at ease though.

He was lucky to have such a vibrant, large patch of woods near his neighborhood. So many of the trees here felt ancient the deeper you went in. The path he chose today was a different one, going off the standard trails and past a stream into a more shaded thicket that provided a warm, ambient glow. He could swear the trees were getting taller as well, far taller than usual as the tops stretched out of sight.

Wiping some sweat from his brow, he ran his hand across his short shaved, black hair. It was wet, the humidity more than Eric had anticipated. His creamy skin was coated in sweat and his now wet, plain white t-shirt was sticking to the contours of his lean physique. Even worse were the boxers beneath his black sports shorts drenched and itchy.

Yeah, he hadn't come prepared. But not a big deal he thought as he leaned against one of the large trees to rest and cool off. The shade was a nice reprieve for his blue eyes, which were always sensitive to the bright light.

The biggest mistake was not bringing any water at all, the stream nearby bubbling as the forest groundwater looked shockingly clean given how close to the city it was. Actually, it was like the city was gone this deep in, not even the ambient rumble of trucks and the sounds of people breaching the natural sounds of the forest. Eric licked his parched lips, edging closer to the crystal blue waters, dipping a finger in as the temperature was refreshingly cool. The rustling of the leaves almost sounded like a voice softly whispering, the gentle urging of mother nature telling him to drink, to enjoy it. Eric didn't believe it was an actual voice, and likely just a sign of dehydration, his body telling him what he needed as he stared at his own reflection, a perfect mirror as he was lulled into it, his hands cupping under the water, bringing it to his lips as he slowly lapped down the drink, almost moaning as it spilled like nectar down his throat.

There was a berry sweetness to it, like the flavor of fruit had leached down from the roots of the various fauna into a delicious mix, the water tasting of berries and citrus, not quite candy sweet, but a natural flavoring like a freshly picked berry from an orchard, the subtle tartness encouraging him to draw again and again from the small spring, gasping as the coolness trickled down into his stomach and beyond. Eric eventually sighed as he laid flat on his back, utterly satisfied.

"aaaaahhhhh..."

It took him a moment to realize that wasn't his voice sighing, the wind picking up as he turned, hearing an almost pleased sigh of absolute bliss, just barely above a whisper as the tonality of it made the hairs on his arm stand on end. Not out of fear, just something about the voice made his skin hum, the feeling odd as he got to his feet, ready to walk when he stumbled, finding a root caught in the side of his left sneaker.

"What the heck?"

Eric tugged at his leg a few times, surprised by how lodged it was. It looked as if it was only a root jabbed into his shoes yet it felt like the strength of a hand holding onto him.

As he tried readjusting his body to grab hold of his trapped leg, he felt another tug to his other. Spinning his head the other direction he saw more roots digging into his other sneaker. There were far more this time and he witnessed them actually moving out from the soft soil and piercing the shoe.

Before he could even react, a few thin branches from the tree looming behind him began to wrap around his arms and pull him back to cease his struggling. A few tiny appendages from the branches gently coiled around his fingers as well, as if clasping them.

"What the hell is going on?" Eric yelled as he saw roots and branches creeping to life from all the nearby shrubbery and trees. The wind began to pick up as well and that voice he wasn't sure was a voice became more distinct, taking life upon the wind itself as an audible whisper.

"Don't be scared. I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you..."

Eric tensed up, feeling the voice circle around his head, picking up strong in one ear until deafening and being picked up strong in the other. The voice was like a swirling cyclone of light breathiness, speaking intimately with him.

"I love humans with all my heart after all."

It didn't matter how comforting the voice was, he was starting to panic, the branches wrapping around him enough to restrain him, but not enough to cause any harm, the only discomfort of his own making as he thrashed against the twigs. A long slender branch moved over, a wizened apple that was more husk than fruit hanging off of it as the voice tried to comfort him.

"Do not worry human. I can sense your love for me. I promise that this will be only a bit... intense."

Eric tried to resist, but the water from before was having an odd chilling effect now, the cold refreshing but also sapping his resistance, his thrashing turning to a slight thrashing as the fruit lowered itself.

"P-Please I don't want this I d-don't-"

"Shhhh..."

The calming cry was barely above a gentle breeze, tiny branches prying open his lips from the corners, gently, but firmly widening his mouth as the apple brushed past his lips. Even in its overripe state, looking half rotten on the branch, the sweetness overflowed, all the nectar of the stream magnified as Eric no longer needed to be pacified.

There was an almost knowing giggle in the background as his tongue ran over the craggly outside, the little juice that squirted from the dry fruit dense enough to put most fresh produce to shame. Before he knew it he was chewing, the branches not needing to interfere as that small taste of heaven felt like the accumulation of the grove's serenity, the abstraction of flavor addictive. He crunched down on it fervently, the slightly sour rind, sweet but crumbly interior and dried, crunchy seeds all swallowed with a few decisive crunches. Eric was left panting as there was nothing left, sighing as there was a noticeable drop as the remains hit the pit of his stomach.

"Tasty isn't it? And now my love can bloom inside..."

Eric had many questions he wanted to ask, but they died in his throat as a gurgle ransacked his gut, the small sprouts of seed rooting in his stomach and starting to sprout.

He arched his belly forward, a wriggling sensation spreading like a web from wall to wall in his stomach. The sprouting roots from the seeds were growing out and consuming the space inside until they had little where else to go. He felt full, yet his gut wasn't any noticeably larger. There was a lightness to it in fact, like what came from eating a salad.

The gurgling commenced again, and the vines in the pits of his gut began to sharpen at their ends and prod for openings in which to continue their growth, Eric softly groaning in response to each poke.

"What did, guh. Oh god what is... W-What did you feed me?"

The voice carried by wind returned, delighted to toy with his query.

"Oh, it is my gift to you... To all of humanity..."

"What? What the hell are you sayaaAAAH!"

Eric bolted from his stupor with a scream, feeling the roots inside him pierce through the walls of his innards whereas others simply found holes in which to travel the natural highways of his body. After the initial shock he fell back into a haze of sorts, as if his body was being comforted and forced into relaxation. He slowly slouched his head down to look at his tummy and was shocked to see impressions against his skin of the crawling roots beneath. They were serpentine in their movements and sprouted smaller branches wherever they traveled, creating a wide circuitry.

The entity gently blew into his ears and caressed him through the wind, causing his heart to race, yet his body remained steady. Every time she spoke it had an air of possessiveness to it despite its soothing nature.

"Don't worry, don't worry... I'll take good care of you.... I promise... Mother Nature would never betray you... right?"

There was a winding bulge traveling through his gut, Eric feeling a noticeable albeit gentle squirming snaking through his intestines, swiftly navigating the organ maze with some purpose in mind. It was oddly reassuring to feel an intent that wasn't malicious, yet he quickly shook his mind clear, certain this was another part of her corruption.

"No th-this isn't right this isn't- AHHH~ Ahhh ahh..."

"There there... the worst is over. Just let my love... envelop you. ...caress you. ...feel it wrap around your most tender of spots and... hug your essence... Can you feel my adoration?"

The squirming in his guts had reached its end goal, Eric's eyes nearly twirling as the branches parted something in his innards, an indescribable bliss permeating his body as the rough texture of twigs swiped and prodded into his prostate.

The moment slowed, the pleasure revealing itself piece by piece as the surging passion spread throughout every orifice. It was more ecstasy than he knew what to do with, his cock achingly rising, the wind rustling through his jeans, the button easing open as bit by bit, his zipper was teased downwards, his erection only shielded from nature by the thin cloth of his boxers. A trickle of precum moistened in a small dot of release, though the flow was interrupted, his body twitching as the hungry branches sprouted leaves inside his prostate, a small shoot of greenery lapping at the liquids like a flexible tongue. Eric's sighs grew more passionate as the licking of his innards caused more precum to drip, greedily swallowed for nutrients as the stem spread to a proper offshoot, the base of his cock bulging in the start of a branch, simultaneously giving a blowjob from within while gently fucking the gap inside.

"I hope you can forgive this small act of greed from me. It's been ever so hard to maintain myself amongst your wonderful wants. Surely you can understand my own needs... I do hope you are enjoying this as much as I am..."

The shoots in his stomach were now thrusting into the surrounding meat, painlessly piercing through the walls of his stomach to spread veiny roots into the muscle and girth. There was a terrible sweetness that issued from it, fat and muscle splitting to sugars, his stomach rumbling as he could feel her desires shaping it, the unneeded bulk siphoning into the roots to spread them further. Each breath in tightened its grip, like that of an overprotective guardian, not choking but squeezing as small, pleasant cracks drew his waist inwards. Eric couldn't tell if it was truly painless or if the continual pleasure radiating from his prostate and cock were drowning out any discomfort it might have caused. He tried to fight it, squirming weakly, denying how good it felt as his muscle softened, the wind caressing it as there was something so peaceful about the molding, his navel puckering like his lips into a pleased ovular O… the lay of his shirt slipping against what he could only see as effeminate curves… their slopes ever so enticing...

"ahh~ n-NO! I d-hooon't wahhhhn't this! I'm n-naaawt your p-play- Ohhhh~!"

The well fed branches had quickly coiled around his innards, banding together before squeezing like a wooden corset with its fibers tied tight. The sudden pressure not only knocked the breath from him, but more of his resistance, the heady lack of oxygen dizzying him to the pleasure, a warm glow like summertime sunshine letting him bask in the slender curves of his waist, his stomach swimming in his clothing. But still he was losing air.

"C-haaant brthh..."

The words made the voice laugh.

"But of course you can! As long as the bounty of the earth supports you..."

The branches in his shoes quickly shredded them, scraping through his socks to free his soles as they planted them into the rich, loamy dirt, Eric's toes tingling as all the bounty of the land filled his moaning, writhing form.

It was an overwhelming presence, his id shaken greatly from how small it was, a moving blade of grass in a plain, a spot of moss in an endless field of trees. And the feeling of earth on his toes awoke some great need inside as his cock visibly throbbed, stretching the seams of his underwear as the branch inside grew an inch, a blissful, cooing moan pouring out as the roots spread down his legs and into his toes. It was his own desire that dug his soles into the earth, scraping away all callus and imperfection, dead skin and blemishes shunted as waste into the hungry embrace of nature as his pads dug deeper.

Like any proper digging tool, his feet turned slim and sharp, his toes stretching longer and slim as his arches popped, their curves hugged by the soft dirt as his heels tapered to thin, diminutive supports. He needed to feel as much of it as possible, groaning as the dead nails on each slender toe marred the sensory input, urging the sprouting branches onwards as the nails of each toe loosened. If he could see it he would have groaned in terror, yet all he felt was a fulfilling pop as one by one each nail was replaced by an unfurling green leaf, granting each wiggling toe a new sense of connection as he truly felt one with the earth, moaning as the voice continued to push him closer.

"Yes, you are finally reclaiming your connection to me. Doesn't it feel wonderful?"

It paused its chilling whisper, Eric moaning out, "Y-Yes yes! B-Buuut I can f-feel myself f-haaaading i-into- i-in-"

Again she hushed his doubts, a rather pointed gust stroking his cock as his protests turned to gentle moans once more, the voice chiding mournfully, "Yes... Such is nature. Even the sturdiest of trees and prettiest of flowers eventually withers and fades, but what dies feeds the next in the cycle, and a solitary flower can bloom into a field..."

And with that Eric moaned, his skin erupting into tender, blissful spasms as it underwent its own rebirth. He developed goosebumps all over his body which began to secrete a fine, golden nectar that was sticky like honey. It traveled slow down his body, carrying clumps of body hair along with it and erasing all bumps and discolorations along the way. It was like nutrients of nature were softening and polishing his skin, leaving it crystal clean with a blooming radiance under the pockets of sun that touched it.

Another growth shook the branch in his cock to life, forcing it even further up the shaft, the girth of his member harshly increasing. He could actually feel the vitamins, the minerals, the life traveling through the roots in his body. It excited his dick, and it excited him! As much as he feared admitting it, feeling the vigor of the earth around him coursing through his own body like a conduit made him feel special and loved. But with this love came more of the dawning reality that he was losing himself to something, as the roots inside started to quickly make their way across his upper extremities and wrap around his heart and lungs.

“G-Gah! Goh, gh-gagh!”

Eric couldn’t articulate, couldn’t release a single word. The roots had a hold of his lungs and were puncturing them, pouring into them a unique form of filtered air. At the same time other roots were strangling them, forcing Eric to inhale and exhale at a slower, more overwhelming pace--his lungs taking in more air each breath than they ever had before. While this was happening, it numbed him to the changes frolicking across his arms. Each one was crunching and churning under the rooted assault, slimming each appendage into elegant beauties. His hands followed suit and, much like his feet, stretched longer and slim, popping into a shape that would make any hand model swoon. Just like his toes, the roots then finished their mark by pushing out his nails and replacing them with green, feathery leaves that hardened into polished, green caps.

He was starting to panic again, despite the roots coiling his heart trying their best to slow its racing. Noticing his struggle, the voice of nature stepped in yet again to assure him he was becoming a part of something grand.

“There are many amazing things about nature… Such as the animals you hear through the plants that now communicate to you. Can you hear the ocean… the dolphins calling each other by name with distinct whistles…?”

Her words helped settle him, allowing the pure air filling his lungs to work its magic and allow him to speak once more.

“S-Sooo gh-gah! Therghs s-so muuuch.”

The voice continued, “Honey fungus can grow larger than 3 miles… do you see it? Bees decapitating one another in a ruthless bid to become queen? See how wonderful nature can be…?”

The entire world of nature, plants, animals, all of it, was stretching out before Eric and it was overwhelming his mind. He couldn’t hope to process it all through his mere human brain. As if sensing that, roots began to key in on his brain, wrapping around his spine as they traveled upwards, others wriggling about in his neck towards his face. He would have panicked more, but the roots to his heart and lungs had trained his body into a sense of calm. His breathing was immense but controlled, coming out quietly in his exhales--his voice sounding breathier with the release of excess air. His heart was beating steady and healthy too, no sign of panic present. The rhythm of his body’s functions was more serene than it'd ever been, numbing all the shock of nature’s circuitry roiling under his cheeks and poking at his brain.

A somber, yet oddly threatening tone suddenly came over the voice whispering directly into his thoughts. In the moment it felt as if it was his own thoughts permeating outwards.

“Nature is kind of dark and beautiful at the same time… right?”

Eric couldn’t disagree, the imagery and sounds he was engaging with through his feet tucked into the dirt laid bare the truth. Nature was beautiful and violent, but it was natural, always following the orders of nature’s will. There was but a mere blemish on it, and that was humanity. Their poisoning of the world’s beauty and destruction to order was something that he could clearly feel now, his feet clenching in agony the more he witnessed. This mother of nature doing this to him, was she… Trying to correct something?

“Yes… you realize it now…” she said with a soft, resolute tone. “This bliss you feel… it is being wiped from the face of my world by your kind. You are problematic children…. I was elated to see one such as you… who could appreciate my splendor. I have chosen you Eric…”

“F-For what?” Eric barely muttered out, a trickle of gold nectar falling from his mouth.

“Oh? For the next step in nature’s evolution... This is your reclamation… The first human to be blessed by all that I have to offer. Consider yourself… lucky.”

At the edge of her words, all the roots inside Eric’s body began to shiver, shaking his body into a ferocious pleasure. His dick fired off several jettisons of golden cum, even his seed having become the juices of nature. His cumming was further spurred on by the still growing branch within his dick as well, its harsh shaking acting like an inner vibrator. It was the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his life and yet all his new demeanor could muster was a calm series of moans that fluttered like a gentle wind. Their vocalizations became more serene as they went on, roots constricting the inside of his throat, thinning his neck and crushing his Adam's apple. Now, a more feminine flurry released from his lips, a voice quite similar to the one whispering his humanity away.

He felt a tingling in the back of his eyeballs, vines twisting around the optic nerves. They were digging through the back of his eyes, swimming in the tender orbs towards his pupils. They were about to--!

“You’re a sapling growing into a tree… Isn’t it wonderful…?”

Eric’s eyes began to tent, roots ready to burst through their center. His vision was going as white as his mind.

“Y-Yes I--n-no I… oooh…”

“I can’t wait to see you bloom…”

The edging man gave a cute squeak as the roots stabbed through the surface of his eyeballs. A grotesque act was made beautiful by the soft moans that followed and the gold blood flowing from the wounds, flooding his eyes. It was as if all of his bodily fluids had been replaced by nature’s nectar. Which was all well and good, as its healing properties helped breathe new life, as small white flowers bloomed from the wounds. They opened their majesty to reveal a lush, cerulean blue bud. The flowers then withered into a thinner state that enveloped the eyeballs, their white petals becoming the white sclera of a new pair, the bud becoming the new pupils. Each eye sparkled with wonder, the purity of the world pouring in through a completely unfiltered lens. Evidence of the golden juices feeding them became evident as the bottom halves of each pupil became flooded with the same gold color, looking almost like a spring of honey settling within the eyes themselves. This honey brought with it fresh nutrients to the lashes decorating the shores of each eye, growing longer, thick and more bushy, the feathered blacks being dyed with streaks of gold and lime green. And with a final touch, a small beauty spot appeared below the right eye.

The man was at a loss for words, entrapped by the beauty he was seeing, that he was feeling. His body was celebrating, the world was celebrating, every moment feeling like an elongated splendor that he was drowning in. This is what it meant to be loved, truly loved! Mother nature chose him, she wanted him of all people. He wanted her in return, he craved her voice, her being, her everything. He begged for more of her love!

As mother nature gazed upon her nourished subject she could feel the trembling in Eric’s brain. He was ready to accept her.

“Rewarding isn’t it?”

She received nothing but soft, ecstatic moans in response.

“Soon you will bear fruit… and like a mother give birth… to something beautiful.”

His moans reached the same soothing tones as the motherly voice surrounding him, his Adam's Apple more wizened than the one he had swallowed, the roots opening as it was swallowed whole. This led to an unbearably slow shifting, Eric sighing in her voice as the lump slid beneath his collarbone. It took a more horizontal path as it reached his chest, his fresh eyelashes fluttering, even his reserved moaning hitching up slightly as he felt some of it siphon away, a spurt of juices teasing the inside of a nipple as it bloated, watering the small roots that continued to spread and tease the flesh as the sugary juices were reprocessed into fats. The ground was wet with golden release as a pert, perky nipple remained, the faint swell like a raised meadow, a scarlet stamen trembling in the wind as the shrunken lump of his Adam's Apple continued its movement, tenting his left nipple now as the process repeated, the wind itself beginning to faintly pull on the nascent breast as the journey hastened.

Each new root it slid down condensed it, his Apple barely a sliver tenting his skin, his eyes following as it slid past his navel, shrinking and shrinking, condensing as it pulsed downwards, the destination causing a spat of anxiety that made his heart race as his lips trembled to contain the feelings welling up as his Apple shrank into a seed, a seed aiming to plant itself into his prostate.

"Is it really so shocking?"

He couldn't respond, only breathe in a hastening rhythm, each pulse of roots diving it closer, the squeeze on his prostate accented with a slight poke that was barely noticeable, yet utterly commanded his attention.

"Death and rebirth are but a part of nature. As the bearer of my gift, you must be capable of the cycle. This is no more shocking than the aftermath of a forest fire, seeds bursting out to regrow amidst the overwhelming... heat."

The stabbing root spat at that moment, plowing his prostate as cum gushed out in frothy waves, ready for the harvest.

"Yes like the pinecone in flames, let out your seeds, let the cycle renew itself. Gift the land with our blessings."

"Ahh~ p-please I-I c-caaaahn't hff hff ohhh~..."

The seed was raking the interior of his prostate, the coil of roots tightening as they slithered into a mesh, the coating twisting twice around to form a singular capsule that sprouted into the branch that was doing its own plowing of his leaking cock. It wasn't a teasing of his g spot, but a full on battering, the force of a hurricane bending it to and fro like the top branches of an aged tree, his moans quivering as his half bitten lips pulsed with caps, each tiny hair releasing nutrients as they plumped, a constant trickle of sweet nectar now dribbling as he bit down, further coercing him towards the voice's grand plan.

His prostate was the pot to whatever grand thing was being birthed inside, the golden smears of nectar spilling onto the forest floor, roots and seedlings rising as they drank in the expelled seed. Eric felt every last sprout breaking out its seed wall, each root tendriling in the ultimate ecstasy as each plant that grew wasn't just digging into the earth, but into his forming organs, the sensations of micropenetrations spreading from his toes up to caress his full body, his trembling, sprouting body.

"O-Ohhh~ y-yesss please m-ooohhre I w-ahhhnt mooore inside m-HEEeeee~!"

Even the tidal wave of ecstasy couldn't get his voice to rise past a single accented squeak, his entire body thrusting forwards as he came harder than ever before. The shifting shape of his prostate dislodged as more of his seed splattered, giving life to the fauna around, the life being returned tenfold as more roots dug into his merging, cumming consciousness, the coating now a singular root repeating what it had done to his Adam's Apple, each orgasmic shudder dragging his g spot in a terrific tearing of pain and pleasure, all cycling together into a singular, orgasmic revelation.

"Ahhh~ ahhh yesss I-I uhhhnderstand now! I-I under- Ohhh..."

The voice was no longer speaking to him, the effort unneeded, its words trembling in the roots of his mind, quivering on his lips as another gush of gold squeezed his prostate, the organ half removed as he could feel the singular seed now a cluster, the middle of it firming up as branches stabbed into the tender organ. The hollow left behind soon veined with foliage that merged with the muscle, coating his innards in heat and pleasure as a quickening of life swelled behind his shrinking prostate. It was a revelation, the fruit that had always ushered in that next step of humanity whether it be Eve or Newton, Eric's thoughts careening down the entirety of human history as he realized he was waiting for the next apple to drop, his body unable to remain upright as he tumbled to the forest floor.

"Ahhh i-it's cuhh-uhhh-uhhmming..."

The well watered undergrowth was caressing his cheeks, his jeans torn from synthetic to baser elements, natural ones, his bare cheeks planting into the loamy soil as the surge of life swelled in blissful spasms. The pleasured moans bubbled out like the babbling of a spring brook, continuous as his bony rear's muscle was seeded with fat, the flat terrain undergoing a seismic shifting of its tectonic plates as ass cheek ground against ass cheek, his cum sprinkling out in arced geysers that made rainbows of his bliss. The branch's growth was enough to peek out the tip of his cock as it suckled on the former prostate, Eric realizing the branch was a fruiting one, the base of his cock giving a sudden wriggle like an overgrown earthworm as his hips spasmed.

He could feel it, his organ desperate to be birthed, the pressure as it squeezed against his tight hip space, thrusting into the underside of his cock like a lover desperate in their final thrusts, eroding the last of his masculinity like a river forming a canyon, his moans finally reaching a fever pitch as the lump slammed outwards.

Eric moaned loudly for the first time in a while, composure breaking at the feeling of his fruit burrowing up into his strained dick. It was a healthy apple, brimming with life energy, spreading the confines of his cock into its shape. As he calmed from the initial shock, he could only admire the sight of it traveling up his canal, slowly and rigorously. With each inch traveled he could feel himself fading into the bliss that was his mission--mother to nature.

“Don’t worry,” he assured with a motherly tone, gently caressing the smooth expanse above his cock, his delicate fingertips touching the struggling lump. “I’m here. Keeyeep! P-Pushing~…”

The apple, encouraged by his words, gave a few fierce kicks, wriggling its way further up his fleshy stem. Eric lightly moaned through the process with a smile, feeling his body sprouting alongside the fruit. His growing bottom dug further into the soft dirt, like a peach hungry for the rich vitamins of the soil it came from. It nestled back and forth, each cheek swelling as it soaked up the riches of the earth like a sponge. The sheer size and weight of his rump sunk well into the fertile ground like a sturdy tree trunk. It was big, it was bountiful, and soft like a mushroom’s head, but it was too much for his creaking hips to match, each fat cheek starting to wrap around at the hips.

Another kick from the apple delivered a necessary remedy, his pelvis breaking, then being pulled back together by the roots clinging to them, only now repositioning and binding it into a wider fix. His ass clenched in excitement, some of the fat firming to create a more defined shape for it while excess fat flowed into the hips. He now had the motherly hips to match his motherly ass, perfect for bearing future children of nature. It was a mission rooting itself deep into every recess of his mind. He was a mother now and needed a mother’s body.

“T-There is so much to be donahh~! So much yet… to groooh, grow~…” Eris cooed, anticipating the next growth in her body as her chest profusely leaked nectar, staining her shirt.

Gently running her hand across her chest, she could feel the roots just beneath the surface running like veins, pumping away the sweet nutrients that would help her breasts blossom. Already her nipples were swollen, tenting her shirt and raising it higher the more they were lifted by the mounds burgeoning below. Any of the flat, firm flesh that could be found was softening into rich, malleable terrain, breathing with the life of nature itself. Groping at the flesh, Eris’ breathing became more drawn out, each lengthy inhale causing the hills to rise. What was once a plateau had now become two knolls carrying streams of honey-gold nectar down their slopes.

“Yes~… I’m one with the earth…!” Eris moaned, feeling another push from the apple in her cock, as well as a direct reaction from the landscape she sat on. With each heave of her chest--breasts growing bigger--the ground she was rooted to breathed along with her, trees shaking and turf rising.

She kneaded her chest with care, letting out small squeals whenever brushing a nipple. Her hills were hungry to become mountains, her shirt starting to strain against the peaks. The more hefty they became, the more they weighed down on her cupping hands, her fingers desperate to dig in through the skin and reach their juice, sinking into the pillowy flesh with ease. There was so much to love, so much to hold, and yet they were still buds not yet bloomed, showing no signs yet of slowing down. Her shirt looked as if it could tear open at any moment, her now bountiful fruits rustling beneath the cotton soil. They were two peaks colliding in perfect matrimony, wanting more from each other and with each push from the apple below, more fat rippled across their surface, adding more size, more sag, more cleavage. The larger they grew, the larger Eris’ motherly impulses became.

“I-I’m… I am…!” She said, feeling a fountain of nectar bubbling up from inside her throbbing lower branch.

“Moothhhoooh~! I-I’m…!” She continued, her chest giving one final kick as it ballooned out into a pair of ripened melons while fluids trickled out her ears, ass, and eyes, the drool speckled out her mouth.

“Muh-Mother of N-Natuuure…! Aaaahnn~…”

Eris came down from her brief, full-body release, basking in the aroma of her honey spilling out every orifice.

"...yesss~."

The understated moan barely reflected the bliss flowing out, endlessly renewing itself as her nectar carpeted the ground, blooming the nature around her, that growth feeding the ecstasy, a building cycle of release as every few seconds her hips gave a firm, bobbing thrust. A smattering of nectar gushed from her cock, her prostate's contractions coming faster and faster as the roots pulled on it, shrinking it to a more triangular shape, that motherly need rising with the increasing rate of her hip thrusts.

"Mmm~ ahhhh ahhh ahh ah ah-"

Rhythmically her body bobbed, the last of the swollen fruit thrusting into the canal of her cock, her finished womb pulsing to an unstoppable beat, the branch upping its vibrations as the tip of her cock glistened in its widening glory. The sighing of the forest could be heard in each breathy coo, her fingers teasing her nipples as gold nectar flowed from each breast, dripping onto her erection as it further lubricated the traveling lump. Each blissful contraction sent her toes digging deeper, her ripened ass cheeks planting into the fertile land as shoots of grass like softness prickled in her scalp. She was becoming one with it all, her former id's crammed status finding a solution similar to his hips, the excess flow of nature's bounty cracking out as pockets of green spilled out every orifice of her scalp, centuries of history and knowledge packed into each silky strand.

"Ahh~ gahhh~ hyaaa~ aaaAAAaaaAAAH~!"

Never had she felt as thorough a fucking as this, the pain and pleasure of birth complimenting one another, her cock now leaking a constant flow of nectar, her thighs smeared with it, the thrusting apple distending the tender organ with a forceful gentleness that eased each contraction into the next. Her former self was spilling out in endless amber streams, even the concept of a proper self melted out her ears as the stoppered pressure of birth made her body cum in any spot it could. It wasn't lost, just added to the cycle, the expecting mother relishing each 'little death' as her growing hair stalks lapped at the shedding humanity, growing longer as 'Eric' became as the trees bending towards her influence, the grass tickling her legs, a small part of the beauty, playing its own role in her rebirth.

"Ooooh~ oooh ooh mmmmmm~ oh oh oh oh oHHhhHHHhhh~!"

She could feel it, each breath of wind teasing the grass and leaves like a lover caressing her body, the ground endlessly penetrated by roots and worms as she gripped her core, her moans yipping up beyond her whispers to the sharp bubbling reserved for streams. Another inch traveled, another length of cock stretched and expanded, the foliage fucking every last inch as the thrusting bob made her cock rest against the moss, limply thrashing as the slit of her tip spread, a hint of gold crowning as she gripped her core and pushed.

"Ohh~ a-ahhhlmost th-he-hee-here! J-hUUUsst a little m-HH HH hhhhHHHore!"

Her fingers dug into the ground, careful not to tear at the grass, her thighs spreading as the apple slid further, teasing the lid of her cock, stretching it, trying to push through a hole too small. Each push spread her thighs further and further, tension pressing on her shrunken balls, the fleshy lumps desperate to plant themselves as they stretched and wriggled into her hollow insides. She relished in their journey, feeling them till her womb, her innards, the sack bloating with nectar as her spread legs quivered, a high moan of absolute bliss echoing out the quiet grotto as her former scrotum peeled and plopped onto the forest floor like overripe fruit, revealing a small slit, as pink as spring strawberries, glistening as the contractions hastened.

SLLLK SLLLK THHK

"Hahhhh~!"

The contracting muscles tugged on her cock, the earthworm shaped mass of stretched flesh coiling at the base, diving into her womb, carving their own channel to reach the source of life throbbing with such hunger inside. The dome of her cock spread, straining against the apple, her hips thrusting as the crowned jut of gold thrust, turning inside her cock.

"Y-heeeessss~!"

She could feel it, the struggle of life, the bliss of birth, the terror of death, pain and pleasure, bliss and horror, all of it part of the same glorious cycle, the throbbing slit spreading the tear up the base of her cock, feeling it split. The slit of her tip was now a gaping hole, widening with each throb, her scalp trembling as she bit back the howls of pleasure, pressure building at each temple. Her toes played with the splitting shaft, the grass tickling her skin, the ambient sounds of the forest surging louder and louder, white noise turned into a single quickening note of life as the quiet mother of nature gave a final blissful screech, the tip merging with her slit as the sleeve of it split, nectar splashing around the forest as she gave birth to the fruit of knowledge.

Her former cock bloomed with life, new lips giving her new 'child' a kiss that made her swoon with pleasure, the thick branch that acted as an umbilical cord throbbing as it shrank. Her toes flexed, the bounty filling her thighs, each plush growth blanketing her pussy with the soft hug of flesh. She moaned, feeling the final spasms of change roll through, her breasts heavy with nectar, her core trembling as the afterbirth of branches squeezed in her womb, one final thrusting.

As she came out the last of the branches, her overcrowded skull gave its own blissful pops, fresh shoots thrusting on either side of her head like antennae, channeling her thoughts to the forest and the forest to her, the leaves on each as sensitive as her leaking clit as she relished the cool breeze softly playing with them, a sigh just as soft and pleasing filling the forest as Ceres opened her eyes, refreshed and reborn, though like any proper mother knew, giving birth was merely the start of her work. And she greatly looked forwards to what was going to come next.

She gently began to walk towards the sound of running water in the distance, a soft smirk held on her face. Her spirit was blooming with ambition alongside her lush, green hair, becoming peppered with white flowers opening up and strands of her right bangs braiding themselves into a hanging loop. Large flowers also bloomed from her hips, three on each side. Their running shades of green were as pretty as the mossy glow of the forest, and beneath them a white cloth substance started to spread over her skin like a rushing current. The material was rich and pure elegance, a fine thread of cloth being weaved by the powers of nature. Ceres now of the human world wished to look her best, to be a testament to nature inside and out. So she conjured up an outfit within her mind, and let the warm whims of her body do the rest.

The outfit formed quickly, indiscriminately from the source as if it was merely rising from Ceres' skin like fertile soil. A blue diamond brooch materialized separate from the lavish, white dress forming upon her. The long, front open gown had gold trims and sigils lining the edges that ran like the outer petals of a flower all down the dress. On the inside of it, a soft-pink floral pattern came into being, basking in the rays of a faint golden glow seemingly radiating down from Ceres herself. The glow from her appeared like a light from a lampshade, it being cast from a blue and teal skirt, decorated with gold sigils, forming above her supple thighs, one of which had finished donning a white, silk legging. The skirt was connected to a dress top that was forcing its way out from her white gown. It hugged her core like a corset and framed her chest beautifully, peaking through the white dress through a couple open circles held together by gold clasps at the front side.

Ceres raised her right hand as a bridal gauntlet formed. She held the golden apple, her child, hovering above her slowly prancing fingers. She stared at her reflection within it, squinting with glee at what she had become. She then looked down at herself, admiring the last of the white gown forming on her arms. It cut open just below the shoulders and draped at the sleeves, the large openings revealing the same floral print of the inside, drenched in the gold glow of her body's excellency. She was the very beacon of nature itself, and the thought of being anything else brought out a cute chuckle.

She followed the river that opened, giggling as she enjoyed the beauty of nature around her, taking her time to meander along. Her giggle trailed into a pleased hum as she finally stood before the waters she sought. A large reservoir laid before her, the first step in spreading the beauty of nature to the human populace. She only needed to give her apple a slight squeeze, seeds spilling from its endless bounty, a bit of her nectar spilling into the water as well. It was a part of her, so she could feel it, not even having to move. Her future saplings swam through ducts and pipes, Ceres smiling as they ended up in sinks and glasses, too small for filters to remove or insistent enough to break through. It didn’t matter how far away she was, the gulps of water, the boiling in tea, mixed in a washed salad, once her seeds were in her children, her saplings, they were connected in a way no distance could come between. All across the town, people were beginning to shiver, trembling as the roots spread, Fauna’s voice in all her sapling’s ears as she whispered calm words to them. After all, she was their mother and these wayward branches just needed to reconnect with the world around them. She would tend to their needs, mold them into what they all secretly wanted, pruning the stubborn branches that grew misshapenly into how humanity had strayed from the path. “Shh don’t worry lost ones. I’d never hurt you without reason. I love you. Please believe me when I say this is for your own good. I just can’t let you do this to yourselves. So let my seeds do their work. Don’t fight it. You’ll love my embrace soon enough. After all, I am your mother, and I won’t let my children go no matter how hard they fight…”