“Get away from me!” Isaac firmly warned. “I don’t know who you are, and I won’t let you get near me. I won’t let you turn me to a woman, even if I may risk corruption!”
“Hmph,” the witch scoffed at him, “you foolish boy, you value your manhood than your purity? So be it; I won’t bother helping you even if you beg for it.” The witch turned around and left the premises, leaving Isaac behind with his predicament. The corruption was becoming stronger now as the feeling on his viney member was clouding his mind with pleasure.
“Hnggh…” he groaned as he struggled not only physically but also mentally as his corrupted primal urges fought with his saintly mind. His feet were firmly stuck to the ground as he felt his member throbbed, feeling an orgasm build up. The gnats only made the orgasm come faster as his fruity balls swelled.
His transformation went unimpeded now as bundles of vines spread from his cock to his chest and legs, turning them into sturdy bundles of vines. His chest was wrapped up tightly in the vines, acting like a second skin until it became a part of him. His arms were thick enough to withstand the elements of nature, and his hands became separate vines as each finger became a strong vine. His legs were no different from his arms as they were strong enough to support him, and his feet were roots now as they tried to spread further into the ground. His vision became limited as vines now wrapped around his head, turning his head into a larger fruit similar to his balls. His hair remained short, but they were leaves atop his head now.
His member only urged Isaac as he cupped his fruity balls. They were so heavy and so ripe; Isaac wondered to himself what could the witch possibly use this for, but his rational thought was blocked off by corrupted lust, trying to take over his mind. The mental and physical struggle went on until he finally came a thick blast of fruity cum.
His viney member sprayed the thick, syrupy goo all over the place as the flying gnats tried to fly to each jet-like spurt he made, but they got stuck to the sweet seed like glue. Isaac only panted as he was exhausted from the battle between purity and corruption, but it seemed that his feet fortunately didn’t take root deep enough to firmly lock him in place. With a strong pull, his feet came out, looking a tad deformed as they looked more like roots now.
“I… I managed not to get corrupted…” he said as he looked at himself. He was now part plant, and the corruption seemed to ebb away from him. His member was drooping as it rested on his pair of fruity balls. It only manages to trickle the sweet syrup steadily, attracting gnats in the process. It doesn’t seem to bother him that much now as the effects aren’t all that intense as before. However, that doesn’t mean that there could be possibly side effects…
Gathering what he could salvage, Isaac only looks at the temple with a feeling of determination inside of him. What lay ahead of him was a pit full of evil… and he was going to stop whatever is in there despite his transformed self.