They make him ill

(Originally written by Taigan)

Finishing the berries, Will attempted to stand in the tight, white confines of the spider's silk. But quickly his head spun and he fell back to his knees. Crawling to the stream, he barely made it before the contents of his stomach came up with a burning sensation. Horribly, he even choked as some of the noxious brew tried to get down his windpipe. The fit passed and he lay gasping. He managed to get a few handfuls of water to wash the taste from his mouth. He coughed and his throat felt weird as he did so. He tried clearing it, but only a whisper of sound escaped. Somehow the poison in the berries had paralyzed his vocal cords! He was completely unable to speak!

Now feeling a **** need to get to the town, he picked himself up and began slowly making his way there, his legs still bound in the spider's webbing. He had no idea the picture he presented. The giants' belt still pulled in his waist, making his hips seem curvier under the close-fitting wrapping of the web. The need to walk carefully was forcing him to wiggle his butt from side to side with each step. His dark hair fell in curly waves to his shoulders and swayed tantalizingly with each step, a single rose still entangled in it and the smell of flowers clinging to him. Lastly, unbeknownst to him, the berries had had one other effect: his lips were swollen to an inviting plumpness and stained a bright red. Any man seeing them would be aching to kiss them... or do other things with them.

"I hope I can find someone willing to help me," Will thought as he minced towards the town.