A lone human continues his trip, Dan using the guiding river as his map to safety. The invasion happened without warning; his town swarmed by red skinned men who overpowered the guards in a single motion. Bringing the warriors to their knees, stuffing their throats with thick cocks before moving onwards to take hold of the rest of the citizens. He had watched these creatures break down doors and grab those inside, fucking the men raw as they grew tall and red, turned to new hobgoblins with that same unified march to spread their species.
He was lucky that day. Able to sneak out of his back window and use the chaotic orgy as a smoke screen for safety. But even with his plan it wasn't easy. The aroma of the burly bestial men swept over his home and had almost taken hold of his mind. His entire willpower needing to be focused on anything but these invaders to escape, to resist submitting to the closest stud for immediate conversion. It had worked, he had escaped the village and started his journey further from it. Yet their influence on the town spread to an influence on the land, and as he continued down the trail, he had to endure that pleasant scent.
He held firm, resisting the temptation as he walked towards safety. Hours of travel turned to days as he continued down the path of the river, knowing that it breaks to a lake close to a sister city. But despite his steps and distance, that aroma continued to linger. Permeating the land, intensifying at key moments and causing the traveller to break. Such a time hitting him as he sees the end of the river ahead, the start of the circular lake that promises a city only a few more days travel north. But his footsteps slow, and Dan drops to his knees.
"F-fuck, not again..."
The human muttered as his cheeks burned red, cock already straining against his silken shorts. The scent of hobgoblins intensifying, their corruption on the land stronger in this moment as the human can't resist. His dick freed as he pulls down his pants and takes his cock in a firm grip. Stroking the head while taking deep breaths of the land around him. Of the smell that these hobgoblins pride, the deep musky scent of men sweating from hard work and treating others to their sizeable members. It's too much, irresistible in such a dose as all Dan can think of is his village, of the big hobgoblins that were so close to treating his ass to a fucking it needed.
"I... was such an idiot..."
He murmurs as he strokes, ashamed of his own plan of escape. Life would have been so much better if he let his humanity leave him, if he had just been found by the hobgoblins and converted into another monster. He would have a chiselled body that could overpower anyone, a cock always hard and ready to shoot its corruptive seed, and a horde of allies to satisfy his every need. The human feeling his climax approach as he sprays his load into the water, all the while imaging what he could have been, and lowering his guard enough for the aroma itself to work at fulfilling that image.
His previously barren chest grows, shoulders broadening and pecs becoming firmer. No loose skin, but pure muscles with black hairs grown between. Creating a short but clear treasure trail that marks a line down to his cock, bringing a slight outline of a six pack as it continues its journey down. The human feeling himself further slip as the changes take him, feeling the delight of what hobgoblins can offer as he becomes fitter than he ever has before. All it would take is more, more orgasms and further submission to his to be masters, or to be lucky enough to stumble upon one of his to be brothers.
But as that thought crosses his mind, the aroma in the woods dies down. Still present, still teasing the man's nose, but dim enough that he recomposes and gets back to his feet. The human giving a look at the new him, at the muscles that at the very least will help him escape, but with the worry in the back of his mind that he might not be far behind the other villagers.