Uncomfortable

His stomach gurgled loudly and a queasy feeling overcame him as his belly shrunk down to its previous flatness, albeit without the muscles. He must be absorbing the last of the kum... well, reabsorbing anyway. A wave of heat and nausea swept over him and he almost retched. Rolling over onto his side while the feeling passed he contemplated what had just happened.

Considering how slowly his kind aged, it never occurred to Bowen that he'd have to worry about his body changing anytime soon. Fey culture generally celebrated bodily changes since they usually heralded a change in outlook, greater wisdom from experience or a grand revelation. What had happened to him was... unprecedented, to say the least. The closest thing to what he had become was probably a dryad... tall, beautiful, and powerful guardians of balance and the natural order, none of the fey he knew had ever met one in person. He certainly wasn't any of those... he wasn't even totally sure if he was a "he" or a "she"! What in Mother Nature's name was he supposed to do now!? He was some kind of freak, the natural order would never accept him...

Bowen tried to take solace in the little things: At least he still had his cock. It hung heavily between his legs, if anything slightly larger than usual thanks to all the attention it had just received. His balls had definitely grown though he wasn't sure they weren't just swollen, they were so sore he had to stand bowlegged. Having the proper equipment gave him hope that maybe one day he'd be able to reverse the changes.

Bowen cycled through these thoughts very quickly, ultimately ending with the same directive he had previously: Find Aster and stop whatever unholy corruption was causing all this. As if on cue, Lilith, who had been passed out cold next to Bowen in the hollow, muttered something in her sleep. Bowen felt incredibly conflicted just by looking at her: he wanted to pummel her into the ground on one hand- but his aching cock also rose to half-mast. Which made it all the more confusing because he wasn't sure if he was aroused by her incredible curves or how good it had felt as she dominated him. He almost whimpered from the pain as his genitals pulsed again; no matter how aroused he got he wasn't going to be using them for a while. Unless he really had no choice. At all. Maybe just one more touch-

Bowen angrily shook himself out of his reverie, resolutely turning his back on the hated fey. Revenge sounded sweet but until he got his strength back he wasn't getting within sight of that madwoman even if his life depended on it. He clambered out of the hollow with the grace of living his entire life in a tree, though admittedly it was somewhat hampered by his new center of gravity. His breasts kept swaying in unexpected directions and he was much more bottom-heavy than he was used to. Halfway down his reduced strength was starting to become a problem as well: his grip shook and his arms ached, tiny droplets of waxy sweat beaded on his brow, and he was having a hard time accommodating his aching genitalia without losing his grip on the bark. And the hair... Damn the hair. Messy curls constantly battered his face, clumped with sweat and a good deal of rapidly drying kum. The sweat he didn't mind but every time he got a whiff of his first orgasm-"Ai!" He paused, gritting his teeth in pain and irritation, waiting for his erection to die down so he wouldn't keep scraping his cock over the bark.

When he finally made it down he nearly collapsed, repeatedly muttering the handful of fey curses he knew under his breath. He was seriously tempted to cut his losses and run but Aster was his only friend out here and she needed help. "I swear by Mother Nature, Father Time, and all my kin, if I have one more infernal problem getting that fairy out of that shack I'll..." He fully intended to say 'burn it down' but the magic of the glade intensified, making his skin crawl and hair stand on end, so he let the oath hang until the feeling dissipated. "I can't do magic can I?" There was no answer so he assumed it was just the universe telling him to watch his tongue.

Sighing, he carried on back to that forsaken shack, "It'd make it a whole lot easier to do what I'm about to do..."