knock.

You can't help but admire your cute slender fingers as you ball up a fist and rap on the door. A few moments pass, looking around and listening for some kind of a response, but there is nothing. Suddenly you notice a little trough of water for some kind of livestock or another to the side of the house, and on closer inspection it seems to have rather clean water inside of it. Cupping your hands, you take a careful sip. It tastes amazing, and as you drink you realize you haven't eaten since you were a worm, unless you count the demon cum. You slurp till your thirst is sated, then proceed to wash yourself off the best you can, without polluting the water. Sitting on the edge you pull up your legs one at a time and pick out as much grime as you can suddenly fixated on your slender little toes. As you clean you can't help but notice how flexible you are. You can get your toe in your mouth. Unable to resist, you give your big toe a little suck. “What do you know, I am yummy.” You say with a laugh. Suddenly the door to the cabin opens.

“Who invades my swamp!” A massive man steps out from around the front of the small hut. He is easily six and a half feet tall, with the build of a lumberjack, and the beard to match. He is wearing a light white tunic that is open enough to see his hairy chest, a pair of simple sack cloth breeches, and a pair of thick old looking low brown boots. His features are harsh but not unattractive, and his incredible muscle tone is quite evident. He has a massive double bladed ax in his left hand, and with his open right hand he reaches out with incredible speed and snatches you up by the leg with apparently no effort.

Your arms basically windmilling helplessly, you try to grab hold of him and scream, “Wait, don't hurt me please. I was just washing up. I am lost.”

“I should split you in two!” He yells hoisting his ax over his head.

“Please, don't.” You plead, not sure what else to do.

“Why are you in the swamp?” He demands, suddenly seeming a tiny bit less likely to chop you up.