A Place to Stay

Your memory was fuzzy around the time before you had woken up, lying on the forest floor. You felt like you had remembered how you got there once, but it had vanished, as if waking from a dream. What you knew was that you were in a strange, foreign land, full of animals and plants which you didn't recognize, many of which were hostile. Both the animals and the plants, somehow.

It was clear that you didn't know how to survive in these lands, not on your own. You spent days trying to do as best you could, but you only ended up hungry, tired, thirsty and being cornered by beasts which were like wolves but were definitely not wolves. You felt like this might be it, that you were at the end of your rope, when she arrived.

She was like nothing you'd ever seen, tall, curvy and muscular. Her skin was orange, her features porcine and her hair was like fire, sparking in the dim evening light. She made short work of the wolf-things, sending them running, before she approached you. "I'm Anne," she said. "You need a place to stay?" You nodded weakly, introduced yourself and agreed that you definitely did. "Good," she said and, before you could protest, put you over her shoulder. To your surprise, her hair didn't burn, though it was warm and she was warm. "My bed is small, but we can share," she declared.

Anne brought you to her house, a small isolated one, in the middle of the forest, and sat you down at a table, on a chair which seemed to have had little use prior, before serving you a selection of meats and fruits. They were strange to you, but you didn't mind and ate eagerly, almost greedily. The sun was already low, so Anne declared it to be time for bed. She took off most of her clothes, without shame and laid herself on a bed which was barely big enough for her, let alone the two of you. She invited you to join her and it was clear where her interest lay. You did find her beautiful, but something held you back. You slept on the floor that night, but Anne didn't seem offended by it.

You woke up the next day finding yourself more rested than you had been in a while. Over breakfast, you asked Anne what you could do to repay her and she gave you some simple tasks to do around the house while she went off to hunt, gather or whatever else she needed to do to maintain herself. And you, too, now, it seemed. You underwent your tasks without issue, though the image of Anne from the previous night never seemed to leave your mind and you had to pause to take care of yourself more than once.

And so, the days continued like this. Anne would leave during the day and you would take care of chores until she returned. Then, every moment you were together, she seemed to spend either flirting or pressing herself against you, acts which became ever more obvious each day. At night, she would, once again invite you into her bed, an invitation which, each time, you found yourself more tempted to accept before, finally, deciding to sleep on the ground, only to take care of yourself, once more, the following day, with images of her running through your head, increasingly wondering why you still hesitated to join her.

Anne kept pushing your desires more and more, until, one day, she didn't leave, opting instead, apparently, to spend the day riling you up more and more, showing herself off, making teasing comments and not leaving you even a moment to take care of your growing lust, until it was starting to get hard to think. Until, when it came time for bed, you couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't imagine any reason for you to refuse the beautiful woman who was inviting you so eagerly. And so, you accepted, throwing away all of your hesitations along with your clothes to move onto her and into her.

Anne felt so good! She was so warm, soft in just the right places and firm in others, a wonderful combination. And inside, she was wet and tight. And growing tighter with every thrust. As you kissed her, it felt like her heat was spreading into you, bringing with it a feeling of power and of bulk. You looked at yourself and saw that you were stronger, bulkier, muscles growing, bulging under a growing layer of fat, covered by orange skin. You looked at Anne in confusion and she smiled at you. "This land is accepting you, just like you accepted me," she said. You didn't understand, but it felt right. It felt good. You smiled back at her and kissed her again as you thrust harder, making full use of your increased power, the bed creaking under the increased weight and heavy activity. Your features changed to match hers, tusks growing from your lower lip while your nose grew larger and pushed out. Your body continued to grow bigger and stronger just as your growing cock pushed deeper into Anne, spreading her wider with each thrust, until you finally came inside of her, her moans and squeals of pleasure well showing that she was joining you in pleasure.

The following days continued much as they had before. Anne continued to hunt during the day while you did household tasks, more so now, since you had more strength and endurance than before. You made a new bed, big enough to fit both of you and strong enough to endure your frequent, energetic love-making sessions. Anne rewarded you well by helping you test it, of course, not that she needed much encouragement. She seemed to love your new, powerful body just as you loved hers. Soon, she had promised, she would start to take you on simple hunting and gathering expeditions. There was a whole new world out there for you to learn about and you were glad that you would be doing so with Anne by your side. Or under you or on top of you, as the case might be.