“Oh my. You’re a bonsai...”

Bargle chuckled as he looked down upon the tiny naked Dryad, knowing that the barbarian man would find her new form and drastically reduced stature less than desirable. Her breasts were quite buxom and he lifted her dainty chin to look her in the eye. “I had not considered what bonding with such a tiny tree would do to you,” he stated. “You seem a little ... less than sharp. Cute as a button though.”

Amra stared up at the man. She was in shock, intimidated by this giant man. “I...” worse as Bargle had observed she couldn’t really think very well. Her body was stunted and so it seemed was her mind - and her innate Dryad powers did not seem to be manifesting. Her tiny hand reached up to her collar snug about her neck as she realised that the collar might be what was blocking her innate Dryad powers.

Dryads could manipulate the hearts and desire of others, using their wild magics and fey beauty to charm men ... but... she giggled girlishly. She had no magic that she could sense. But he was charming her with the collar it seemed.

Bargle did seem very interested in her but was hardly ensorcelled by her charms. He beckoned her toward him. She obeyed. “How do you like your new life... little girl?”’

Amra swallowed as the collar prompted her response. “I like it very much milord,” she responded hesitantly. Her hands moved to cover her new sex and her breasts in shame ... and arousal. She was like a tiny doll...