Isaac only smiled at Flora, but he held on to his dignity.
“Thank you for your kindness, but I refuse your help. After all, I still don’t trust you well enough.”
Flora sighed at Isaac’s choice. “Very well,” she said, “if that’s your choice, then so be it. You still hold onto your dignity as a knight, and I can respect that. However, I advise you to rethink this while you still can; with how corrupted you are right now, it won’t take long before you change beyond purification.”
Isaac still refused and shook his head stubbornly.
“Well then,” Flora said as she was ready to leave, “goodbye Isaac. Hope you enjoy your fate.” Then, she left Isaac all alone.
Isaac was still holding on. He was still sure he had some purity left in him to resist the oncoming wave of corruption; sure, it may be a tiny scrap of purity, but it was probably enough for him until he could find another cure.
As Isaac started to leave, his member started leaking again, and this time, he was leaking much more than usual! A steady cascade of syrup flowed out of his urethra and onto the ground below, attracting lots of gnats. They crowded around the tip as his member swelled and swelled, the pleasure too much for him as he finally burst, spurting out thick ropes of sweet, syrupy cum all over the room.
This unfortunately brought more gnats and other pests into the room as ants and flies swarmed around Isaac as he swatted them away, but they reached his member as it grew. However, what happened next surprised Isaac as his member, while growing to around thrice his size and his balls a third of that, split off into numerous other vines that grew. Isaac’s feet started to root deeply into the ground as he could feel himself getting nutrients from the surprisingly fertile soil. His body began to grow as he grew out of his knightly armor, breaking through the metal quite painfully. He grew until he reached the ceiling, which was around 12 feet high. His member still grew as the vines kept spreading, wrapping the walls in thick, warm vines. On his crotch grew more smaller fruits like his balls as they grew on the bases of his vines.
Isaac groaned as he watched down at himself. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this corrupt transformation, but here he was, moaning and succumbing to the tainted lust and pleasure. He panted as he felt like he was going to climax again, and when he did, the whole room was covered in syrup again. This was his ultimate form: a giant half-human half-tree abomination with numerous member-vines and lots of ripe fruits on his crotch.