City Girl

Slowly her eyes began to open, and immediately Constance regretted it. Everything seemed to be moving but her. Her own body felt heavy and drained. She needed time to adjust herself. Let her mind settle. Getting into a rush never helped anyone. Instead she decided to analyze what she could with her other senses.

To begin with she felt chilled, and there was a distinct breeze, a drastic change from the clinical yet humid air of the lab. The air smelled different too, not sterile at all. She was somewhere new.

Again Constance tried to open her eyes. The world still wasn't perfectly still, but it wasn't spinning. Now she could see that it was night. Granted she spent a lot of time inside so the passage of time could be hard to track, but she was fairly certain it had been day before...

That's when it hit her, before what? What had happened? Why was she waking up? Why wasn't she in the lab where she worked? The creaking sound in her ears and the swaying in her vision raised another question. Why was she laying out in some kind of forest?

It took time to get herself sitting up without setting the world into another spinning session. At last though she was able to glance around. Where were all the buildings? The city didn't have any ends. Millennia ago the city had covered every inch of the world. Yet she saw nothing but trees. “This isn't possible. I know I'm not dreaming, but this isn't possible. Ravnica has no wilderness.” she muttered, trying to calm herself with the sound.

Gently Constance rose to her feet and as she dusted herself off she had another realization. She was nude. Her hands instinctively checked over her body and in the process felt something new. Two growths sprouting from her middle back. She look down to her side as her hand followed along one of the odd appendages. It was long, smooth, and seemed flexible. She couldn't just feel it in her hand either, she could feel with it and its counterpart. Tentacles. There were tentacles sprouting from her back.

Suddenly she remembered, the guardian project. She'd volunteered to be one of the first subjects to undergo the Simic's procedure. She'd been on the operating table, and though they were nearly done she'd woken up during the operation. Pain had caused her to shriek, her mind unable to process the agony of her body being magically altered on a genetic level. The next thing she knew she was waking up here.

A crunch nearby snapped her back to reality and Constance spun to see what it was. Shadows obscured everything between the trees, but a voice rasped out. “I see you found my grove.” Its owner stepped out where the light of the moon shined upon him. Unkempt was the only word that came to Constance's mind. He looked almost like he'd fit in with the pests of the Golgari. He stood there shirtless, showing his slim physique. His hair was long and wild. His face was partially covered with a beard that looked like it had never been washed or combed. “or perhaps,” he continued, a noxious grin slowly spreading over his face, “you've come to add to it.”

He gestured around them with the shovel in his hand, and with some squinting Constance could just make out that the trunks of the trees and quite a bit of the ground was covered in mushrooms. Some clusters of which seemed to be growing in peculiar shapes. Shapes that spread out into limbs as they lay upon the ground or leaned against logs. As if the fungi were feeding upon...

Her thoughts were cut off as he lunged suddenly, his shovel raised for a killing blow. Constance tried to backpedal, but her heel caught one of the prone mushroom covered figures and sent her crashing to the ground again. She tried to draw up any kind of spell to defend herself, but her body was still too depleted to harness the mana she needed.

Her new limbs raised up with her arms to shield her from the incoming strike of metal when her attacker suddenly froze, a look of horror on his face. “You're one of them!” he stepped back, “Keep away from me! I don't want your sickness!” he cried before running into the woods.

Though she was confused she wasn't about to blow this lucky break. With all her strength Constance forced herself to her feet again and fled in the opposite direction, hoping to put some distance between herself and her attacker before he changed his mind.

She trudged through the woods for what felt like hours. However it seemed like no matter how long she went the moon overhead never budged. The sky never seemed to lighten at all. It was as if time held no meaning in the strange forest, and no matter how long she went she never found any sign of civilization.

“This doesn't make any sense.” she again spoke to herself, “Even the Gruul territories still look like broken ruins of buildings. Nowhere on the surface of the world is there a patch of wilderness like this. I should be seeing the tops of skyscrapers over these damned unending trees at the very least.” Still she didn't stop, any time she considered resting she would suddenly imagine that she saw the glint of moonlight off of a shovel head and that would spur her on.

After what could have been an hour or an afternoon though Constance at last came to a clearning, and in the middle sat a cozy cottage, smoke rising from its chimney. The sight of warmth made the Simic hybrid realize just how cold she was running naked through the night. Though she knew that she'd lose the cover of the trees she stepped into the clearing.

A large portion of fenced in property stood between her and the building, but she simply followed the fence around. As she circled the walled off area she noticed that it seemed to be full of mud with some sturdy wooden structures. A pig pen perhaps, though she didn't see any of the plump creatures anywhere. Fear made every second seem to stretch on and on, but at last she reached the house. She banged on the door, and heard a pleasant voice call out, “Just a moment.”

While she waited for the door to open Constance kept glancing behind her, watching the tree line for any sign that she'd been followed. A moment later the door creaked open, the light and warmth of a roaring fire spilling out into the night. “Oh my word!” the owner of the home said as she saw who was on her doorstep, though her shock seemed to have a hint of delight. “Do hurry and get in here. You ought naught be runnin' around the woods at night. Least of all stark naked.”

Constance looked forward to see who was inviting her in, and were she not terrified and confused she'd count herself lucky. The woman before her was beautiful with shoulder length red hair, a cute patch of freckles running across her nose, lovely eyes the color of a lush tree in the middle of spring, but it was her physique that would have really caught her attention. In truth Constance had always had a soft spot for an ample midsection. There was just something about a soft belly that comforted her and made her want to cuddle up nice and close. This woman certainly had more than enough softness to tickle the scientist's fancy.

However at the moment all of that was lost on her as she quickly slid inside, her back against the wall next to the door as the other woman shut it. “Goodness,” her new host said with concern, “what's the matter? Yer white as a geist.” “There was a man,” Constance said, dropping into a hunched ball, her legs finally giving out from the series of adrenaline dumps into her system, “he came at me with a shovel. I only barely got away.”

“Avacyn alive, was he close?” the woman asked, stepping over to the window to peek outside. “No, no I don't think so. I feel like I've been wandering through those woods for hours. I don't think he's been following.” Constance replied. “Glad to hear it. It was that bearded fellow wasn't it? I had to get the church on him once. I won't be so nice if he comes back.” Turning back to the crumpled figure in her home she offered her a hand. “Yer safe from that madman here. The name's Essen by the way.”

Constance let the woman help her back up, “Thank you, I'm Constance.” She shivered a bit as the heat of the nearby fire really started to seep into her body, reminding her of how chilled she was. “I do hate to intrude, but do you have anywhere I can get cleaned up? Maybe some clothes I could borrow?”

“Oh it's no intrusion at all, and you're in luck I just filled the tub. Though you'll have to tell me just how you came to be runnin' nude through the Somberwald like this.” Essen said, turning to show the way to the wash room. Constance followed, feeling more at ease at her hosts chipper personality. Still her words were curious. “The Somberwald? I'm sorry, but what district am I in right now? I seem to have gotten lost.” Constance asked as she was directed into the washroom. Inside she found a large tub with plain yet still finely crafted clawed feet.

“District? Never heard that word before.” Essen said tested the temperature of the water, “If ya need to know where ya are though we're a few hours by cart from Shadowgrange. Nice enough town I suppose, though they're a bit leery of new folks.” She gave a shrug as she dried her hand on her pants. “No need to be rushing off though. Sunrise ain't for a while, and it's a wonder ya didn't find a pack of wolves already. Just get yerself cleaned up for now, and we'll talk plans later.”

Essen walked away to give her guest some privacy and Constance turned to watch her go. Her eyes couldn't help but drift down to watch the farm girl's rump, wide and round and nearly on full display in the form fitting fabric of her pants. With the dangers of the dark woods locked out the lost scientist couldn't help but notice at last the luck she'd stumbled upon.

Alone in the bathroom Constance took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. Considering how long her first hike had taken she was surprised she wasn't more covered in dirt. She picked a few leaves out of her chestnut hair. With the rest of the forest removed from her person she took in the rest of herself. She noticed that she was still hefting some chub on her belly “Guess I'll have to mark that as a failure, as well as the lack on any additional muscle tone.” she said to herself, “At least I'm seeing clearly without my glasses now. Not to shabby for a first generation test to the project.” She beamed, staring at her own emerald eyes in her reflection.

Her self-exploration was cut short however by a sound from the still open door behind her. “Oh me oh my.” Spinning around she found Essen staring at her again, a towel and fresh clothes in her arms and a look of utter joy on her face. “Those things on your back,” the farm girl started, “I didn't realize you were one of us.”

Constance felt a moment of relief, “Oh, you're also in the Simic?” she asked, hoping that now things would start to make sense. “Simic? I guess different towns have different names for them. Around here we've been callin' 'em Eldrazi.” As she spoke Essen dropped her armful of cloth and did something Constance wasn't expecting, she started to disrobe, her fingers undoing the buttons of her top one at a time. “I know most folks seem scared of these sudden changes. Can't blame 'em really, considerin' the monsters seem to be gettin' a taste of this blessing too.” Pulling her shirt off she let it drop to the floor, her bountiful bosom and soft round belly with its gorgeous rolled curves now out on full display.

However Essen wasn't done yet, no sooner had her shirt landed before she was unfastening her pants, her monologue continuing, “You and me see it all for what it is though. Peace for Innistrad at last.” She started to shimmy her tight pants down over her large ass, the wide posterior stretching the fabric enough that it almost looked like she was shedding her skin like a snake. “Once we all accept this blessing the monsters won't need to feed on the people, and the people won't have anything to fear.” Slowly her garment was slid down over her ravishingly meaty thighs, “Even that mushroom maniac, if he survives, will be our brother. Oh won't it be just beautiful?” As she kicked the pants aside she stood before her guest, both fully nude.

“El... drazi?” Constance had no idea what this woman was talking about at this point, and in general she was starting to think she somehow wasn't in the endless city anymore. Still she couldn't exactly panic with her sexy host sauntering towards her in the nude. “What” she smiled, blushing deeply, “what are you doing Essen?” Her heart was pounding hard in her chest. Her thoughts racing so fast that she had completely forgotten how tired she'd been left by her trek to the farmhouse.

“Since we're sisters in our savior already,” Essen answered, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman and hugging her close, Constance sinking into the fat belly before her, “I though we'd get a little closer.” Leaning forward Essen wrapped her lips around Constance's. Though it surprised her at first she quickly gave in to the kiss, her eyes closing as she lost herself to the passion. Constance couldn't have been happier were she being kissed by her guild's leader. The farmer's lips were so soft, her will so strong that she was making Constance practically melt in the embrace.

Constance didn't resist at all as her lips were parted by Essen's warm wet tongue. The slick muscle slid into her mouth and ran itself over her own tongue. They wrapped around one another, their dance only broken long enough for a quick gasp of breath as they passionately toured one another's mouths. The researcher moaned into her lover's mouth as she felt a slightly rough hand grip her breast and knead it tenderly, the fingers delicately brushing over her stiffened nipples.

With Essen's zealous but welcome molestations Constance could feel herself getting wet, there wasn't anything Essen could do that she wouldn't welcome. She suddenly felt something thin and squirming begin to glide up between her legs. The foreign body ran between her lips, faintly grazing the delicate pearl of nerves they hid. Constance's legs were already turning into jelly as if she'd opted to be part ooze.

Before Constance could fall more of the appendages caught her under her arms. Even with her mind filled with nothing but longing Constance still wondered what was holding her. As she opened her eyes she saw that the two tentacles emerging from her back were suddenly put to shame as Essen herself had a series of thick pulsating pink tendrils that were arising from her back and shoulders.

Where Constance's own appendages were only about as strong as her arms Essen's seemed to have a great strength as they lifted the biomancer into the air. “You know,” the strange farmer said as her face took on a strange smile, one that seemed a bit too wide for her face, “how about we skip the bath for now, and instead have some dirty fun?” To emphasize her meaning that tentacle between Constance's legs began to probe deep into her, wriggling wildly as it did so and eliciting a loud cry of shocked pleasure from it's captive. She left the room, Constance carried behind her.

A few steps down the hall and Essen opened the door to her bedroom. It was a cozy looking space with a wide bed covered in heavy blankets, though Constance noticed none of it, not even fully aware that they'd left the bathroom. In the short time it took them to reach the bed more of Essen's salmon shaded limbs had further entangled Constance's body. Her wrists, ankles, and even her own tentacles had been securely wrapped, and now the fleshy vines were bending her limbs behind her back as that one continued to work its way in and out of her tight pussy.

The trapped woman looked down upon her captor, and through her bliss distorted vision she could swear that Essen's face was warping. Her flesh was steadily altering, melding around itself. That pert nose started to turn up and widen. Ears that had been hidden under her hair started to peak out from the top of her head before folding forward at the tips. As she got comfy upon her bed Essen let out a series of pleased grunts before looking up at her little toy. No sooner had she settled into place before Constance again called out, writing within the grasp of the strong serpent like lengths of muscle that wouldn't give her an inch of slack. A spray of fluid streamed along the probing limb as it brought her over the edge. Still it didn't let up though, it thrust deep into her over and over forcing her to ride along as it stretched out her climax,

“I think I need a quick taste.” Essen said, withdrawing the tentacle from Constance's nethers. The suspended scientist panted heavily, still twitching from of sensations that had been rocking her body. With her mind clearing she was able to see that Essen really had been morphing. Gone was the human who had invited her in, and in her place lay a strange human-sow mix. She watched as the tentacle that had been invading her slid into Essen's mouth, that small-tusked maw suckling upon it and moaning in bliss as she savored Constance's nectar.

There wasn't much time for taking in detail though as the tendril was quickly replaced with another, sliding through her lower lips and picking up on pushing all of her buttons. Essen soon let the drool slicked vine slip from her mouth and with a mix of fear and excitement Constance watched it rise toward her, circling behind her. She knew where it was headed now that it was sufficiently lubricated, and her hypothesis was proven right as she felt it prod at her pucker, easing in its tip. Soon though it pushed into the tight orifice with a shriek of ecstasy as its reward. It rushed up into her bowels, touching Constance deeper than she'd thought possible before sliding back and pushing forward again, keeping an inverted time with its companion, one thrusting as the other withdrew, one always assaulting their prey's electrified nerve endings.

On the bed Essen licked her lips and snout with a lewd smacking sound, savoring the last bit of lingering flavor of Constance's juices. “Such a noisy thing you are. I think I know something better to use that mouth for.” She rolled onto her round belly and lifted her rump into the air, showing that it had sprouted a tiny corkscrew tail that also moved and bounced of its own accord like a tiny tentacle itself. Reaching back she spread her massive cheeks, each larger than Constance's head, to show her own clenched anus. “I've always had a thing for ass.” she said, actually sounding a bit embarrassed despite her overtly aggressive style.

Constance was lowered face-first toward that valley of a crack, “Don't be shy now, it's only fair you get to taste me too.” That was the last thing she heard before her face was wedged into place and Essen released her cheeks, letting them close around not just Constance's head but her shoulders as well. It was like being trapped between two heated sweaty pillows and Constance was in love. She eagerly started to lavish the sealed hole before her in kisses. Her tongue soon joined in the fun as well and ran over it, letting Constance enjoy the pungent taste of her lover. She couldn't get enough between the ass around her head and those talented tendrils still working over her lower half.

She nearly screamed out again as she came once more, but instead bit into the plump flesh before her eliciting a jiggle from the cheeks trapping her. She didn't let go as again she crested over the peak of bliss and stayed there for what felt like minute after minute after glorious minute, the whole time gently chewing on the flesh between her top and bottom incisors. As she came down the other side she at last pushed forward and returned the probing favor as her tongue pushed into that tight entrance.

The flavor was so much more intense than it had been on the outside. She could feel the ring of muscle clenching rhythmically around her tongue as if suckling on it, encouraging her to push deeper. She stretched her tongue as best she could, trying to taste every inch of that flavorful cave. How she hoped that it was bring even a little pleasure to this strange powerful woman.

The suckling from Essen's anus intensified until it really was trying to pull her tongue deeper, and when that proved impossible the tentacles holding Constance began to aid it by pushing her forward. As her face was shoved up against the small hole it slowly began to spread. It took in her chin and nose, filling it with the smell of Essen's bowels. To most it would have been a foul aroma, but in Constance's sex-addled mental state it was the finest bouquet she'd ever sampled. She breathed deeply, taking in the aroma as the sphincter continued stretching.

Soon it had taken in her head and closed on her neck. The heat within her large lover only adding to the fog in Constance's mind, it was so comforting that it dispelled any fear she should have been feeling. Even as she felt her shoulders starting to squeeze in as well she didn't panic or worry. She welcomed the chance to be taken into this sexy pig-like amazon. Through the thick meaty walls she heard a rumbling moan and her heart swelled to know that Essen was enjoying claiming her.

With the ring stretched out with her shoulders light could flood in around her somewhat, showing her the deep tunnel before her. She didn't know how deep Essen planned to send her, but it was quite obvious that Constance was easily going to vanish up into the bowels before her. The view vanished again into darkness as her shoulders were sucked into the hungry rectum.

Steadily Essen's ass devoured the lost woman, slurping her substantial bust up and quickly swallowing her soft midsection. The titanic sow was bucking her hips, her fists tightly grabbing her blanket as she neared her own climax. She thrust one of her tentacles up into her own snatch, fucking herself as she kept eating her visitor with her ass, desperate to send her fully into her plump body.

Again Constance felt her progress slow slightly as her broad hips were the next to vanish. The wide bone of her pelvis spread the hole even further than her shoulders had. In the process the restraining tentacles had to release her, freeing her extremities. With them no long able to push Essen rose off of the bed, Constance's lower half dangling from her ass. She slid off of the bed and placed the hanging feet on the floor before settling her weight down upon them.

Essen lowered herself slowly, basking in the amazing sensation of how deep Constance was going. Never before had the farmgirl experienced something like this, to be able to fully consume a person with her ass. The blessings of the world's new god were truly beyond anything that could have been imagined. A feral squeal echoed out into the dark night as Essen's body was nearly shattered with the strongest climax she'd ever experienced, her own tentacle continuing to plunge into her pussy.

The pleasure proved too much to focus through and Essen's strong legs gave out, sending her crashing onto her butt. In the process Constance was all but fully devoured, only her feet left on the outside, still planted on the ground like the base of a buttplug. Essen fell to her back, and lay there panting, beads of sweat rolling down her sides as she basked in her afterglow.

When she had caught her breath Essen rolled onto her side and reached back with one hand. She placed a hooved finger on each of Constance's feet and unceremoniously shoved them in. As she pulled her fingers out of her ass the ring clenched shut again completely swallowing Constance whole. She then rolled back onto her back and lay there, rubbing over her belly adoring that deep within it there was a woman that was all her's. “I can't tell you how happy I am you showed up cutey. You really showed me a good time tonight.”

Within her Constance felt as the walls around her continued to undulate and pull her deeper, dragging her up along the tight tunnel of Essen's intestines. She knew where this tube lead, and wondered if she'd reach the end of it or be kept in the lower region's of Essen's tract. She was still inching along when the exhaustion of the day and the warmth of Essen's body lulled her to sleep.

Essen awoke on her bedroom floor, she hadn't even been aware that she'd slept. Looking at her hands she found they were back to normal, and as they felt her face it too was human shaped again. “I guess it's not set in full yet.” she mused to herself as she hefted herself back to her feet.

She made her way to the bathroom, where she found the tub was now ice cold. “How long was I out?” she wondered, idly rubbing her gut. She didn't feel any squirming at this point, and as she glimpsed herself in the mirror she knew why. In her sleep she'd gained at least another hundred pounds. Her already gargantuan gut was now hanging lower in front of her. She knew all too well that this new girth came from her little friend, and that though had her already feeling a tingle in her loins she'd have to tend to later. At the moment though there were more pressing matters as her lower guts gave an ominous gurgle.

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Her bowels felt filled just like last night, but where they'd wanted to eat then they wanted to empty now. Essen quickly made her way out to her outhouse through the back door, and though it took a bit of effort to fit her widened hips through the door she finally got herself settled onto the seat. She didn't even need to push, the leftovers of her fun began to slide out of her with ease. Her ass stretched again to let the thick log of digested girl drop down into the pit beneath her. The girls just kept coming too, large chunks of brown waste squelching free of Essen's ass to add to the pile.

After more than a few minutes of pushing out the last bits of her guest Essen at last was able to clean herself and step back out into the morning sun. Standing nude in the cool air she lifted up her squishy belly and smiled. “Now you really are all mine cutey. Maybe I ought to head into town myself today. I think I'm gonna to like bringing others into the fold.”