"Where...am I?" I groan and cough, my voice so crackly and hoarse it isn't even recognizable as my own. "Is this...a rescue camp or...something..."
Blinking rapidly I try to get a grasp of my surroundings, the noise of voices and footfalls outside along with the memories of the storm driving me to get my bearing as soon as possible. However, despite my best efforts I find my vision blocked entirely by a thick and foul-smelling shade of dark hair. The huge matted, sweaty, and dirty mass of black locks weighs down at my head, the sticky oily strands clinging to my face and neck.
"What the..." I mutter, splurting a little as I find the invasive hair creep into my mouth and filling it with the revolting taste of long-stagnant sweat. With my coughing and spitting, hoping to extricate the matted locks from my mouth, I notice my hoarse and croaky voice was worrying high pitched. What was once a low baritone had been replaced beneath the rough and ragged surface with one that was squeakier and high-pitched.
Reaching up I let out a whimper, my arms aching and feeling downright pathetically weak. It was as though I hadn't done so much as lift a shopping bag or carton of milk for who knows how long, whatever lean muscle I had built up having vanished after however long I had been unconscious. With my weak twitching fingers I dig into the heavy mass of hair around my head, wriggling them in as I heave at the sweat-coated mass and slowly part it.
"How long was I..." I muse, coughing heavily as I'm hit with another terrible odor as the scent of the hair pulls away from my nostrils.
Squinting my eyes in expectation of being in a bright room I thankfully find it shrouded in extremely dim light, a slight part in a tent flap being the only source of light in the entire room. Peaking out from the tangled mess of hair, the corner of my vision catching a single sliver of light brown hair amongst the black mass, my jaw positively drops at what I find.
The bed I had been laying on was merely a pile of various rags and torn garments of clothing. While such a pile could have been comfortable at some point, the pile being one of the largest features in the cramped room, the dark patches of sweat and drool appear to have hardened the mass over some horrifying period of time without washing.
Laying next to the pile are several crude bowls, the disparate pieces of earthenware appearing to have come from various different designers or crafts as the patterns and quality varies wildly. Resting inside the bowls lay a variety of strange fruits, mushrooms, and raw meats in various stages of rot. The stench is overpowering, the scent having drawn all manner of insects to feast on the discarded and unattended pieces of food.
Shuffling backward across the floor I feel dirt and peddles shift beneath me, my weakened arms and legs doing a poor job at shifting me away from the offending sights and scents of the room at large. I feel something slide between my ass cheeks, a foul and fetid piece of cloth that my behind attempts to swallow with my frenzied movements.
Eventually I reach the edge of the tent, my back pressing up against the firm well pinned wall as my hair plasters onto my shoulders and upper back in response. The tent feels large, but from an objective view it was downright tiny. The bowls looked closer to serving platters than the simple serving ware they actually were, the food looking like I'd need two hands to eat it. Massive cobwebs rest around the top of the rounded surface of the walls, the size of the patterns making it seem like they belong to downright massive spiders.
As my breathing grows more parid and panicked I begin to notice strange sensations being to assault my body, my chest bouncing and heaving with each of my shakey breaths and my thighs pooling out and squishing together as they rest against the ground.
Glancing down at myself my eyes go wide, a high-pitched scream echoing out from my mouth as I'm met with the sight of my new fern green body. A pair of large fatty orbs rise and fall with each of my breaths, the large perky breasts each being home to a smattering of dark freckles and large pine green nipples. The massive bust rests slightly against a slightly doughy and pudgy belly, the sight of the rounded green mass only being visible as I shift and struggle to inspect more of myself past my shelf of green flesh. Dark black lines trace over the slightly bulging and flabby midsection I had found myself with, various mystical-looking runes having been painted onto me long enough ago for it to fully dry.
My legs and feet are positively tiny, much like my new arms and hands. Despite their petite size both my arms and legs, where they lack any real defined muscle, are covered in a soft and squishy layer of protective and provocative fat. My thighs squish and pool out beneath me, acting as a soft seat like my unseen yet equally plush behind. A filth dark brown rag rests between my legs, the lion cloth having been downright devoured by my massive plush thighs. Reaching down I prod at the green soft flesh, my finger sinking in with little resistance into the warm mass. Whimpering slightly I pull away, watching in horror as my thigh springs back excitedly, my body apparently being far bouncier than before.
Before I can investigate much further, tears filling my eyes as my mind races to desperately work out what had happened to me, the sounds from outside burst into the tent. Two figures race in through the slightly open flap, the room flooding with light as I'm forced to shield my teary eyes from the brightness.
"Isha scream?" grunts one of the two figures, his crackling voice carrying no small amount of confusion. "Isha never..."
"Shut it" hisses the other figure, his voice sounding far more firm and authoritative. "Isha fell from bed, obvious, help put Isha back" grumbles the second voice, a set of footfalls rapidly approaching me as I try to look at who was coming over.
Looking up I try to make out the figure as they loom over me, a relatively athletic individual with hardened-looking shimmering moss green scales covering his arms as the rest of him is shrouded in shadow. As he reaches down towards me, his green hand lunging towards my wrist, I let out another scream, causing the figure to pause for a moment.
Suddenly there is a commotion by the entryway, a pained gurgling coming from the crackly voiced figure. The looming scaled figure looks over his shoulder, bowing slightly and stepping to the side in reverence as we both watch the figure in the doorway get pulled out by a crook around the throat.
"Out!" barks a firm feminine voice, the volume and fury of it causing the scaled figure to shudder and jump slightly. Freezing up at the voice the scaled figure simply shakes in place, their knees knocking together as they struggle to stand.
For a moment I get a better look at the scaled individual, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes linger on the light green person and their patchy section of scales. His eyes are wide, the oval-shaped orbs darting around as if searching for what to do in his current situation. Short yet messy black hair rests atop his green scalp, a pair of large green bat-like ears splaying out from the sides of his skull with large patches having been torn from the edges and one even missing the pointed tip. A large bent nose rests dead center of his face, above his mouth full of chattering pointed teeth, the feature looking more like a brutalized beak than anything else. His figure is lean yet certainly muscular, with his well-toned torso on full display while his lower half is covered by a torn and ragged set of shorts.
"Out! Out Now!" barks the woman's voice again, the shadowy figure quickly sashaying into the tent before jabbing at the scaled figure with a large gnarled wooden crook.
"Y...Yes Mother Hathra! Out" squeaks the previously gruff and intimidating man, his head hanging low as he races from the room with as much haste as he can muster.
Whimpering and scrambling against the cold dirt floor I try to shuffle away from the new shouting figure as she moves towards me, my weak and unfamiliar form failing to get very far with my back already pinned against the firm material of the tent wall.
I watch as the woman approaches me, her hips popping from side to side and her own bust bouncing with each step in an enticing display. She is a solid head shorter than the scaled figure from before, the height difference being made up by the tall bundle of shimmering black hair she has done up in a large bun. While her chest is largely on display, her cavernous cleavage jostling for attention as she walks, her body is covered in far finer clothing than I had seen thus far.
A black dress with lacy edges covers her from the edges of her shoulders down to just below her knee. The buttons lining the open chest look excessively large compared to her, giving away the fact that this was made for some other taller person and had been altered to fit her far shorter shape.
Before I can get a single word out she sweeps the large wooden crook underneath my chin, eliciting a mewling whimper as she forces me to look up at her.
I manage to make out some of her features as I stare into her bright yellow eyes, my gaze becoming momentarily lost in the thin tall sliver of darkness that makes up her pupil. Her skin looks not unlike my own, a bright fern green that makes me want to scream. Her nose is extremely petite, the small pointed feature curving up slightly in a little point. Her mouth shifts into a wide grin as her eyes dart over me, her slightly yellowed pointed teeth and large canines looking like she was mere moments from eating me.
Various adornments of gold and silver hang around her neck and are pinned through her ears accompanied equally so by rune etched pieces of white bone. Tarnished rings, haphazardly wrought spikes, and even a silver handmirror converted to a necklace cover her in a way of displaying her status.
A soft gasp escapes my lips as I look into the mirrored surface of the green woman's necklace, my stomach sinking as I find a terrible kempt yet equally green woman staring back at me in shock. Despite having the same large oval eye sockets I find my own bright blue eyes staring back at me from my fern green head, my round pupil acting as a stark contrast from the narrow and tall ones within the pools of shimmering yellow the woman was staring at me with.
My face was certainly cute in a feral sort of way, my soft squishable cheeks being covered in days or weeks worth of food smearing and unknown crud making me want to vomit. I share the same tiny and petite nose as the looming woman, the matching feature making my mind race as I try to keep up with all that was happening. As my jaw drops I watch as my own set of pointed teeth come out for full display, chucks of food sitting in between the sharp fangs due to lack of regular brushing.
"It work" coos the green-skinned woman, wriggling her hips from side to side excitedly. "Knew it would, but it work" she repeats, pulling her crude crook away from my chin as I let my head slump forward slightly.
Glancing weakly upwards I watch as she spits into her hands before crouching down, shifting her dress slightly as she gets to my level. With her moistened and spit-covered hands she begins to rapidly rub my stomach, the warm wet saliva causing me to shudder and renew my attempts to crawl away. I watch as she smears the painted black marks, spitting more as she quickly sets about removing them from my plump green body.
"There" she mutters in triumph, "Now no one know."
"Know what? Where am I? What am I?" I squeal, wincing as I hear my weak, hoarse, and high-pitched voice slip out from my plump pine green lips.
The woman quickly begins to grin at me for a moment before her expression sours, the way I was speaking and something else snapping her from her moment of victory and joy.
"Urgh, you speak like tall-folk" she sighs before leaning in, our busts squishing against each other as my larger breasts start to overwhelm hers. She stares into my eyes for a moment, her face inches away from my own as her own bodyweight works to hold me in place.
"What do you mean by..." I begin to whimper only to be cut off by the woman as she sets about her work.
"And eyes, eyes look like tall-folk..." she mutters, reaching up to part my wild mass of hair as she plays with the thin sliver of light brown hair. "And this...not Isha..." she continues, groaning a little as she tries to determine her course of action.
Before I can get a word out she slaps her hands over my large eyes, a low chanting coming from her lips as a dull heat begins to build inside my skull. After only a few seconds I feel the heat pool into my eye sockets from behind my eyes, the searing pain causing me to cry out. As if in reaction to my pained scream the woman quickly removes her hands, the grin on her lips returning as she stares into my eyes.
Despite the pain and the tears blurring my vision I glance down into the green woman's mirrored necklace, my heart skipping a beat and my blood running cold as I'm met with the sight of my eyes shifting like mixing watercolors. I watch in horror as my iris begins to enlarge, the new space quickly filling with the same bright yellow as the grinning woman in front of me. Where the yellow and the blue meet they blend for a moment, becoming a fluorescent green before the yellow quickly consumes the new color and takes more ocular real estate from my once prized blue eyes. I wince as I feel something pull at my eyes like hooks, my pupil elongating to mirror the tall oval shape I had seen in the other green-skinned figures.
Before long what was left of my old eyes is burned away and conquered by the sea of bright sunflower yellow, my newly shifted eyes darting around wildly in a panic.
"There, now no one think second" the woman chirps merrily, her hand returning to the slight amount of light brown hair in what would be my fringe if not for the terribly maintained mess of hair. "We keep I guess" sighs the woman, shaking her head a little "not worth."
"What...what do you mean?" I hiss, wriggling slightly as I try to shift out from under this woman's grasp. "What did you do to me? Where am I?"
"Yous home Isha" the woman says with a chuckle, looking around at the room before wincing herself. "Shoulda ordered clean" she says inhaling the stale and rot-filled air. "I put yous inside Isha, silly Magi thought they leave us outs. Me know magicks, me take what Isha need" she explains, her poor grasp of the English language causing me to pause as I try to work out what she meant.
"You...took?...What did you take?" I ask, whimpering as the woman leans in closer before patting my doughy belly.
"Yous, I took yous from the...the..." she explains, waving her free hand around in the air as if to gesture to some unseen place. "They thinks to leave tribe out, they say they not but we know better. Made magicks, pulled yous in Isha from wheres yous meant to go, some plow puller or houses maker someplace. Now yous Isha, Daughter of Mother Hathra and Chief of Roothovel, much better" she explains, standing back up as she looks down at me critically.
"I...you can't be...this is insane, it doesn't make any..."
"We needs cloth for yous now, Hathra daughter no going around bare like sow" she mutters, glancing to the room at large. "And better tent, need show standing, show propa place" she continues, cutting me off.
She paces towards the open flap of the tent, her fingers lingering on her dainty chin for a moment as she thinks of her next step in whatever her grand plan was.
I slowly try to clamber to my feet, wincing and whining as I struggle to shift my weak and curvy form without anything solid to hold onto. For the first time I feel my behind shake and jiggle with each of my clumsy movements, my broad hips and thick thighs giving way to a deliciously plump behind.
"Come come" calls Hathra as I barely manage to stand on shaking and shivering legs, the feeling of my bouncing and jiggling assets assaulting my mind as I squeeze my thighs together. Looking up through my thick mane of disgusting hair I glare at Hathra as she beckons me towards her, a smile spreading on her face as she declares...
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