While he slept away the day's mentally exhausting journey, Isaac dreamed. It was serene and calm, everything in his dream was cool and relaxing with the overcast clouds providing a permanent shade as he lies on the soft grass.
His heart felt free of responsibility and worry, something he wanted to feel forever. A world without worry, without fear that he could die while in the lines of battle against the corruption.
Oh. Isaac knew he was dreaming. He had been lucid dreaming for many years, a beneficial habit of his, allowing him to stay alert even in the grasp of Morpheus and his Oneirois. It allowed him to wake up whenever he wanted to without any sluggishness that followed the wake of sleep.
But this time, within Fytomorphia's safe haven, Isaac could relax just a bit. The feeling of unending urge to relieve himself was gone, and that would be a good boon to his mental state. Make no mistake, Isaac could withstand that urge for a long time but he is also mortal. Resetting that duration within his inner battle of attrition would be an advantage when he would be deeper into the crypt.
He was broken out of his relaxation when he heard buzzing. Isaac looked to his sides and tried to search for the source, a small part of him annoyed that a gnat had manifested in his dreams. He soon found the source, a single bumblebee flying around in search of a flower to pollinate.
Isaac smiled, following with his eyes on the little worker trying hard to complete her task. Just like he was, determined and never to give up. He watched it land on a flower, a beautiful six petal pure white flower that seemed to shine with light. The bumblebee looked overjoyed to find this one small, fragile flower in the vast grassy land she was in. He witnessed it dance on the petals, before going in to land on the core.
His face flushed as he continued his watch as the bumblebee danced and collected pollen from the flower, his mouth felt dry and he felt as if his own mind was hazy as he watched on. His heart felt constricted and he wanted to gasp in pain, and... pleasure?
The insect's work brought something deep within him, within his heart. A desire not his own yet it was. He wanted what the bee was doing.
Isaac's mouth felt wet with something, his body tingled with electricity. His hard barbed cock felt hard like a log as he moaned hard as the bumblebee buzzed and plunged its proboscis deep into the flower and sucked.
Isaac woke up in surprise at his wet dream, something he hadn't had in a long time. His mouth felt oversaturated with something sweet.
Isaac sat up from his mossy bed, and noticed that his crotch felt soggy. Isaac looked to his oversized cock and balls and noticed a copious amount of amber liquid filled with... orange dust?
"What in... what happened to me?" Isaac looked to his shoulders when he felt something brush it, and saw pure white petals. Isaac felt with his hands and discovered petals of the same color had grown around his neckline, creating a petal collar of sorts but not any on his front.
"You look like a king." He turned to the source, seeing Fytomorphia sitting where she slept with amusement. "It fits you."