The Flowering Tree
Crispan knew he wasn't an ordinary child. His mother was a nature
witch; she performed healing, assisted in childbirth, cast for the
fertility of wives, livestock and land. But most of all, she
listened. She listened to the land, to the people and the animals
around her. Listened for when they needed help or when they needed
more to rest and replenish themselves.
She tutored Crispan in all that she knew, and encouraged her visiting
colleagues and those who came to her house at the edge of the woods to
pay for some of her work by teaching her child.
But her child was no more ordinary than his mother. For this witch
hadlain with a spirit of the land who found it amusing to wear flesh.
When she gave birth to her child she found it bore hair like the
darkest green pine needles, skin dark as mahogany and eyes of amber
brightness. And then there was the matter of what was between her
child's legs. A scarlet cleft in his scrotum hid a shallow vagina.
As her child grew older, she noticed his genitals would fluctuate ever
so subtly, the little stalk slimming and shortening while the flower
bloomed. The flower furled as the stalk elongated and thickened. Not
much, but it made her worry as the day of true blossoming came closer.
She tried her best to make Crispan comfortable with the ways he was
special, warning him that even though he had the gift of a solid
astral form, he not wander too far or too long in it, lest his body
weaken. A few times a year, she took deep into the forest to speak
with his father.
Then one day, shortly after Crispan's thirteenth year, it happened.
Crispan was visiting with his father; heat seemed to flow through his
limbs. As his father approached, His hips broadened and the stalk of
his manhood dwindled, his secret flower bursting open and dripping
with juices, Crispan's shirt filled and tore with breasts that bloomed
suddenly upon her chest, rigid nipples scraping against the fabric.
The forest lord scented Crispan upon the air, his huge cock becoming
rampant.
Crispan scented the primal maleness and virility wafting from her
father's sex and her flower engorged even more, shrouding her former
penis until only the cherry-sized glans poked above the lips of her
blossom. Her clothes, torn by such changes, displayed her
undergarments, sodden with juices.
The forest lord shook his head, fighting the terrible pull of his
child's bursting promise of fecundity. A ripple passed over the
forest lord as he became the Lady of the wood. A slower shudder
passed through Crispan as her father's burning masculinity became a
well of lush femininity. Her blossom shrank and furled her hips
narrowed and her breasts shrank. Crispan's stalk erupted from its
repose, swelling into thick rigid root crowned with a hooded plum
verging toward becoming a peach. His shoulders broadened and his
muscles swelled.
"F--Father?!" Crispan's voice was tangled with confusion and passion.
"No, you cannot do this yet, you would lose yourself in it," The Lady
of the Wood replied, and vanished.
Crispan's moans brought his mother to him. She watched as he dwindled
back from rampant manhood to slender androgyny the huge hooded sex and
weighty
bull balls dwindling back into the split plum and modest stalk.
"Mother? Mother, What's happening to me?!" His body ached fiercely,
both with the changes and the thwarted desire.