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Patreon Prompt 134
🕑 Added 2022-02-18 00:26:48 +0000 UTCPrompt: Woman gets lost on a hike, ends up in an enchanted meadow with a bunch of big fat dryads. They seduce her into joining them and fatten her up as she takes root.
Being alone and afraid in the middle of the wilderness does many things to a person’s psyche. This fact rang true for Elora as she strayed further from her hiking group and lost hope of finding her way back to the trail as the day turned to night. Desperate for any signs of civilization, her ears picked up on a soothing melody deeper into the forest. Going against everything that had been drilled into her by the tour guide, she followed the haunting tunes towards a meadow of most peculiar creatures.
What she first thought were more trees betrayed their true nature as she beheld the beautiful faces sticking out of the bark that produced the beautiful melodies. Their mossy hair and bark-like skin made them easy to identify as the dryads of legend. However, Elora found it odd that none of the legends bothered to mention their thick bellies and engorged breasts that hung off of the side of their tree-like bodies. She found the strange mix of plants and humanoid strangely enchanting, so lost in gazing at their forms that she failed to avoid stepping on a wayward twig.
Turning their heads towards her, Elora expected at any moment for the dryads to attack. Instead, the largest of the group offered an invitation to join them in their nightly serenade. Though Elora tried to say how her voice would look amateur in comparison, the other dryads jumped in to encourage her. Taking a deep breath, Elora began to copy the dryad’s tune, unwittingly agreeing to more than just a night time session of singing.
Elora’s boots split open to allow her root like legs to sink into the ground. Lost in the serene melody that poured from her mouth, she paid little mind to the way her body bloated up with the rich nutrients from the soil. Her swollen belly and heavy bosom did the job of splitting apart her clothes to reveal to the dryads her bark-like skin. Smiling at the way their new dryad sister whipped around her mossy hair, the tree women sang with all of their might to properly welcome her into their circle.
