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A Sappy Story
🕑 Added 2023-02-28 16:03:28 +0000 UTCThis month has been a wild ride as I try to complete all of my responsibilities before I leave for a trip that will take me out of the country for most of the first half of March. I was afraid of getting any prose done for this month's Patreon - adding on it being the shortest month - but I was inspired this morning and bring you this sort of fever-dream of transformation, sensitivity, and strange sex. Please forgive any errors or issues as I've not really had a chance to give it a good edit. Enjoy these 3,938 words! ~dS
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A Sappy Story
It was a beautiful day on the campus as Maple jogged along. She loved running through the all-female college, glancing at all the different lovely ladies going about their business. Honestly, it was Maple’s favorite thing about college, just watching so many excited and sexy women pursuing their passions. It was far more fun than muddling through the core classes for her as-yet undecided major.
She especially loved running across the quad. On this sunny day a number of her fellow female students had come out onto the grass. Some were in little groups talking over picnics. A couple were on towels, reclined in the smallest swimsuits they could getaway with on campus, absorbing sun and stares.
Maple could have been among them. Her body wasn’t exceptionally curvy, but the shape she had she enjoyed displaying conservatively in her shorts and sports bra. Her little bosom gently bounced and shifted with each step atop the grass. As Maple passed an especially busty sunbather - a woman she had a little crush on named Ginger - Maple sighed.
"I wish I could stay out here forever," she said to herself, smiling at the thought of watching Ginger’s sensual form. But Maple kept going, stretching her arms and breathing in the fresh air.
Or, at least, she tried to keep going. Suddenly her foot had felt tight in her shoe before there was a burst of relief, followed by a gripping jolt. It was as if she'd stepped into a trap, unable to pull her foot free. The only thing that kept her from tumbling to the ground was the same thing happening to her other foot, both shoes shredded and crumbling around her reshaping feet.
Panic tries to set in as she realizes something strange is going on, but a sense of calm falls over Maple from the same source that has granted her unintended wish.
"What's happening?" she gasps, trying to tug her foot out of the ground. As her toes stretch longer and longer and become rooted further and further into the soil her body begins to stretch and elongate. She feels a strange dull pleasure spreading up her legs, like stretching after a nap, as her bones twist and shift and merge into the rest of her altering flesh, everything from the waist down reconfiguring into the sturdy trunk of a tree. Her flesh and skin is swallowed by bark rising up from the ground, capturing every detail of Maple’s form as if it were a second skin. It shreds the tight clothes, their remnants floating to the grass alongside her ruined shoes. Perfectly caught in that moment is the shape and details of her nude body, from her hips to her face. Her frozen expression is one of mixed curiosity and pleasure.
Her arms grow upward, becoming branches that reach towards the sky. Her fingers follow in similar fate as her toes, stretching on and on as the pink of her skin fades to greenish-brown. Her hair - once a short pixie cut - rises as if flooded with static electricity and each strand thickens into short twigs. From her wrists to the tips of her fingers leaves begin sprouting. They also appear all over the twigs that now adorn the top of her head.
As the depths of Maple’s body shift from meat to wood waves of pleasure wash over her. She feels a sense of euphoria spreading through her body. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before, a mix of pleasure and pain that she can't quite put into words.
As her arm branches finish sprouting their leaves and her body turns to wood to its very core, and sap begins to flow through every inch of her trunk, Maple feels every inch of her transformation with exquisite detail. It's like her body has been remade from the inside out, every cell and fiber shifting and changing to become something new.
When the transformation is complete, Maple feels a sense of calm wash over her. She's no longer afraid or panicked, but curious and content. She studies her new form in wonder, tracing the lines and patterns of her bark with her mind's eye.
As a few moments pass and Maple’s wooden mind is able to catch up with what has happened Maple is exhilarated by the transformation. The wind rustles through her branches, sending shivers down her trunk. She can feel the warmth of the sun on her bark and the coolness of the shade beneath her leaves.
As Maple takes in her surroundings, she now realizes with a jolt that she is completely naked. She can feel the bark over her skin - it had started out rough but become smoother as it stretched further and further over Maple’s flesh. She was able to feel the wind brushing against her bare body, making it very clear that her nipples, ass, and slit had been captured in the form of the bark, not covered by it. Maple felt exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely liberated as she considered her situation.
As a tree, what did it matter if she was naked? What did it matter who saw her body? She no longer had to worry about societal expectations or fitting in. She is simply herself, a part of the natural world.
And nature didn’t cover up.
It was great in theory, but Maple knew she was mostly telling herself that at the moment.
Slowly Maple's attunement her new senses begin to shift and assert themselves. She could feel the earth beneath and entangled in her roots, the moisture and nutrients it provided being taken up. Her lips were puckered and through them she could taste the air around her, detecting the subtle scents of the campus and the people passing by. She heard the rustling of leaves growing from her hands and head, and the soft chatter of students, feeling more connected to the world around her than ever before.
Despite the initial shock of her transformation, Maple was already beginning to feel a sense of peace settling over her. Maybe this wasn’t what she’d meant by her wish, but she certainly couldn’t be expected to go to class like this. She was no longer burdened by the stresses of human life, free to bask in the sun and sway in the breeze. A warmth rose up within her breast, the flow of sap quickening, as Maple realized she was a permanent part of the college’s quad, able to gaze on the students without limitation.
Well, of course there was the limitation of not being able to turn her head or move her eyes - or move anything - but that’s not the type of limitation she was thinking of at that moment.
Maple reveled in the sensation of being a tree, feeling the wind rustle through her leaves and the sun warming her bark; rooted in place but free to grow and flourish. It’s what she was now made to do, no choice in the matter to fret over. It was a pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known.
Maple was still in her head taking in all of her new sensations when she realized her transformation from human to tree had not gone unnoticed. She saw in her impossible vision that, to her surprise, a group of women had gathered around her. They are staring at her with a mix of awe and fascination, their eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of her bark and how it had encompassed her formerly human form.
There was certainly a sense that someone should be panicked. By all accounts every emergency service imaginable, every level of college administration, every authority on Earth should have been rushing to Maple to save her. But instead it was as if the same power that had granted her unintended wish was gently guiding those around her to know that Maple had no interest in being saved from being a tree.
Which meant there was remaining only the sense of being awed by her circumstances.
At first, Maple was startled by the attention. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention, and the thought of all these people staring at her - especially with her body essentially naked before them - was unsettling. She’d tried to convince herself earlier not to worry about being naked, that she was part of nature, but nature didn’t know shame. Maple’s human insecurities especially welled up when she saw that Ginger had collected her torn clothes and was holding them clutched to breasts bulging over Ginger’s grip. But as she watched the women's faces, Maple saw something in their expressions that filled her with a warm, fuzzy, arousing feeling.
They are admiring me! Maple realized with a jolt of pleasure. They're not repulsed or disgusted by my new form, but intrigued and curious. Some of them were even touching her trunk, running their fingers over the ridges and grooves of her bark, testing how deed her crevices went. It was a delightful sensation for Maple, and she wished she could tell them how open she was to the attention. How much she wanted more of it, the sensation causing her sap to pulse and surge through her trunk.
Maple couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. It wasn’t often that she felt desirable or attractive, but in this new rooted body she was a work of art, a marvel of nature. She watched as the women continued to gaze at her, taking in every detail of her wooden form.
And then Maple saw Ginger step closer. Had she just taken a sniff of Maple’s discarded sports bra? The woman she'd had a crush on for years, the one she'd always admired from afar. Ginger, standing in sneakers and a bikini, had her eyes fixed on Maple with a look that sent warm shivers down her trunk and drilled into the spot that clutched her pussy. As she watched, Ginger reached out and touched her bark, tracing a line down the curve of her hip and up to her waist, along her side towards her stiffened breasts-
Maple couldn’t believe what she was feeling. It was like the pleasure of her transformation had multiplied her capacity for bliss tenfold, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree. Of her wooden form hadn’t been holding her upright she would have collapsed into a quivering pile of arousal. She could feel every touch, every caress of the woman's fingers on her trunk, and it sent ripples of carnal joy through her entire body from roots to leaves.
For a moment, Maple forgets that she's a tree. All she can think about is the Ginger and the pleasure she’s giving her as fingers inch closer and closer to breasts. It's like Maple's been reborn into a world of sensation and pleasure, where the only thing that matters is the way she feels.
But, just as Ginger was about to ascend the curve of Maple’s bark-encased underboob, she pulled away. Maple gazed through the haze of sap-pumping arousal to see a deep blush on Ginger’s face. Perhaps Maple had broken her human shame of being naked and aroused in front of her fellow students, but Ginger hadn’t - and she had just remembered they were standing in the public quad.
No, don’t stop! Maple moaned to herself, staring at Ginger’s perfect peach ass as she gathered up her towel and ran off, No one else touched me like you did!
And as she stood there, bathed in the waning adoration and casual caresses of the other students who had begun to resume their usual campus routines, Maple accepted that she would never be the same again. This transformation had given her a new form, a new way of experiencing the world, and were she ever made human again she would forever seek out this sensation again. She was a tree, and she loved it.
This enthusiasm did not wane over her first week as a tree. Despite stuck in one place, one view affixed to her impossible vision, Maple had never felt so alive. Every day was a new experience, a new chance to explore the limits of her new form.
Despite her experience that first day Maple’s self-consciousness about her nudity waxed and waned as the attention of the female student body ebbed and flowed. But as the days went on, she realized that the students really seemed to enjoy looking at her bark-encased breasts, slit, and ass. Maple would have blushed if she could have when she saw them taking pictures and selfies of her and posting them online. But she was proud when a few came by admiring the way her trunk captured the curves and contours of her formerly human body, setting up easels to make paintings of the unique subject.
Maple had always been shy, but as a tree, she found herself more confident and outgoing than ever before. By the end of the week she loved being the center of attention, loved the way the students would gather around her, their eyes fixed on her bark contours.
And she loved the way they touched her. Some of them would run their hands over her rigid surface, feeling the creases and grooves that traced the shape of her hips and breasts and exposed intimacy. Others would casually lean against her trunk as if she was just any other tree, their bodies pressed against hers in a way that made her feel vital and a core part of the comfort of the campus.
Then there were the nighttime visitors. Maple had always been a bit of a night owl, and as a tree, she found that she wasn't alone. The students would come to her in the evenings, their laughter and conversation filling the air as they sat around her trunk, drinking and smoking and enjoying each other's company, brushing and grinding against Maple in the secretive darkness.
Maple loved the nights, loved how it empowered so many women to talk to a tree who could not respond, loved the way the students would open up to her, their words filling her with a sense of warmth and belonging. It was like she was a part of their group, a silent observer of their lives. Maple had always been a bit of a loner, but as a tree, she felt more connected to campus life than ever before.
Of course there was one person Maple wanted to see again, but she hadn’t returned since taking Maple’s clothes that fateful day.
As the weeks went on, Maple realized that she had found her true home. She was a tree now, but that didn't mean she was any less alive. In fact, she felt more alive than ever before, her senses heightened and her world expanded in ways she never could have imagined. And so she stood, rooted to the earth, a naked tree in the middle of the all-female college campus, and she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
Then, one night, Maple heard the soft shuffling of footsteps nearby. It was late, and she was surrounded by a silence that was only broken by the distant chirping of crickets. As Maple’s senses heightened, she could sense the presence of someone close by.
It was Ginger. She stumbled toward Maple, unsteady and uncoordinated from a party. Maple could smell the liquor on her breath as she drew closer.
"Maple," Ginger slurred, "I need to tell you something."
Maple, of course, could not respond, even though her heart had leapt into her wooden mouth when she felt Ginger steady herself with a hand on Maple’s immobile ass. Ginger slid her hand around Maple's trunk until they were face-to-face. Both of her hands began running over the smooth bark in a way that Maple had never experienced before.
"I’ve always had feelings for you," Ginger whispered. "I didn't know how to tell you when you were human. But now, you’re a tree, so what have I got to lose? You’re so beautiful, even more so on such a wanton display, and I can't resist you."
As Ginger continued to touch her, Maple could feel her arousal building, despite the fact that she was a tree. Her sap was getting warmer and warmer, pulsing with a pressure throughout her trunk. She could feel a knot of it pressing out from within her wooden pussy. The sensation was odd, but it was also incredibly pleasurable. She felt a sense of gratitude towards Ginger for fulfilling her own secret desire for Ginger’s touch and love.
Maple briefly felt a pang of disappointment in not being able to embrace Ginger, to finally kiss the woman she had pined for. To feel the breasts swinging bralessly in Ginger’s tank top in Maple’s hands. To taste Ginger - all of Ginger. But Maple knew those were human sensations, fleeting moments. As a tree she had already felt so much she’d never give it up.
But Ginger was certainly helping her feel something new since Maple’s feet had first stuck fast amongst the grass.
Ginger's hands roamed over Maple’s trunk, tracing the lines and curves with a gentle touch that made Maple feel alive in a way that was completely unexpected. As Ginger's touch became more insistent and the pressure of Maple's sap continued to rise, she realized that this was the first time she had truly experienced pleasure since becoming a tree.
Finally, unlike the last time when Ginger pulled away at the last moment, one hand slid up Maple’s firm breasts and alternated clenching her twiggy nipples. Ginger’s other hand slid down into her skirt to find her soft dripping pleasure point, her knee squarely pressed into the nook of the tree’s hardened pussy.
Maple's woody body quivered with bliss within the strict clench of the bark as she experienced an orgasm as a tree. It was unlike any sensation she had ever felt before as flesh or wood, her entire trunk pulsating with pleasure. Her sap surged through her unyielding form, rising up and spilling out not just from her wooden slit and nipples but from hundreds of unseen cracks between the lines of her bark. A sticky, sweet flow cascaded down her trunk, and rained from her branches all over Ginger. The sensation was overwhelming and all-encompassing, and Maple felt herself lose all sense of time and space.
Had she not had the weeks of adjusting to her captive form, the human desire to buck and moan and curl her toes and quake in pleasure would have broken Maple’s mind against the limits of her magical fate.
As her orgasm subsided, Maple now noticed how much her trunk was covered in a sheen of her sap. She can feel it coating her bark, sticky and thick. It was a strange sensation that came with another warm moment of human shame for making such a mess, but the sensation is not entirely unpleasant. The shame is swiftly pushed away, as Maple felt a deep satisfaction and contentment from her release wash over her. Her afterglow as a tree was a feeling of total peace that she had never experienced before.
Ginger had her own hand fingers deep between her legs as Maple came. She had been mostly drunkenly pawing at herself until Maple’s sap began dripping across her body. Each drop that spread over her skin enhanced her erotic sensitivity, slowly turning Ginger’s body into one whole erogenous zone. Her brutish inebriated ministrations soon no longer required any finesse to push her to her own peak.
“Ahhhhh, yesssss, fuccccck…” Ginger groaned, grinding harder and harder against Maple’s sticky trunk. Her lips kissed the bark as she came, her hand lightly wetted by Ginger’s own squirting juices.
Maple felt her sap briefly flow faster at the touch of Ginger's lips against her bark, but overall she could feel that her leaking pleasure was coming to an end, her tree form, Ginger, and the ground beneath Maple’s branches soaked in sap. It dripped slowly down Maple’s trunk, a testament to the pleasure she experienced at the touch of Ginger.
Ginger’s enhanced orgasm lightly sobered her up. As she released Maple from her embrace and stepped away in her own intense afterglow lines of thick sap stretched from her body to her lover’s trunk. Ginger was completely covered in a thick, sticky layer of Maple’s sap. She could feel it on every inch of her skin, clinging to her clothes and hair. And Ginger could really feel it - whatever caused the sap to triple - at least - the sexual sensitivity of whatever flesh it touched was not holding back on Ginger. Even though she had just experienced incredible pleasure against Maple's tree trunk, the horny sensation of the sap covering her body was already almost too much to bear.
She had to wash this off. Her sobering mind was processing that she’d just masterbated against a tree while it apparently came all over her, and Ginger needed to get off the quad before anyone saw her there.
As Ginger stumbled back to her dorm she could feel every gust of wind on her sticky skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her clothes clung to her, sticking to her skin and emphasizing every curve of her body, the fabric dragging and stretching with every step. Even her feet in her wedge sandals was making her hornier and hornier with each squelching step, sap squeezing out from under and between her toes. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out little gasps of pleasure every time she moved. A dribble of sap followed behind Ginger like a snail’s trail.
Once in her dormitory Ginger went straight to the showers. Without bothering to undress she turned on the warm water, trying to loosen and slosh off the sensitizing sap. But as soon as the water hit her erotic skin she felt an intense wave of pleasure shoot through her body. The spray was too much for her sensitive skin, and she couldn't help but moan and gasp as she gave in and touched herself not clean but to cum.
Again.
And again.
With each orgasm, the sap seemed to seep deeper into her skin, intensifying the pleasure even more. Ginger lost track of how many times she came, but by the time she made the dorm’s water go cold she was spent, collapsed on the bathroom floor, panting and trembling.
The cold water did some good to shock Ginger a little out of her arousal loop. The sap was either washed away or absorbed, and with a quivering hand Ginger lifted herself up from the tile and shut off the water. Dripping wet, in drenched clothes now leaving their own glistening trail behind Ginger, the permanently aroused student stumbled back to her room.
She had at least three orgasms for each piece of soggy fabric Ginger peeled from herself, each simply dropping onto the floor with a split - Ginger would deal with the annoyance of her roommate later. With her body bare and glistening with cold water, Ginger slowly crawled into her bed, the sheets and overstuffed quilt drying her skin as she came again and again from the fabric dragging over her.
Ginger shivered in overwhelming carnal bliss as she settled into a nest of damp bedding, finally passing out from yet another orgasm.
And, meanwhile, Maple the tree stood happy and satisfied naked and dripping in the quad, rooted where she’d been stuck for two weeks, as she watched butterflies and hummingbirds feed on her pleasure-brought sap.
