You reach down and grab at the grass, but the edges are sharp and you slice though the skin on your finger. "Ouch!" you exclaim as you pull back your hand and take a look at it.
At first you think that what you're looking at is juice from the heavy foilage still wrapped around your leg, but after a second you realize that you cut yourself pretty deep, but your blood has a white, milky look to it.
You're pondering that when you look down and realize that you can't even see your feet though the thick grass. Worse than that, you have the sense that there is something very wrong going on down there!
"Tut, tut!" comes a small voice, "Stand up straight or you're going to be crooked!"
"And get your arms up! We want to be tall, don't we?"
You look around and spot two small people, if you can call them that. They aren't any taller than a foot, but as perfectly proportioned as a supermodel each. And they have gossemer wings. And they are hovering about three feet off the ground. "What the....?" you ask, finding it tough to talk.
"No time for that, tree!" one of them says happily. "You're coming along nicely, but we want to make sure!"
You want to swat them away, but your joints are stiff, almost arthritic. You can see that your legs are already stiff as one of the fairies produces a knife that can't be any larger than a paperclip, but she manages to cut off all of your clothes in a flash. It's only then that you see your legs have started to merge together into a think trunk.
As your penis starts to grow outward into the first branch, one sits on it. "Most lovely!" She says as it grows and thickens, sprouting leaves at the tip. You can sense that she goes around the the other side and does something to widen that opening. "This will be a perfect home when he's done!"
"Please, stop," you manage to say as you feel your body stiffen.
You're rewarded with the other fairy racing to your mouth, inspecting it, then pushing it open wider and crawling in. "This will work for me!"
The two of them spend the next few minutes moving around your thickening, growing body until they seem to have you to their liking. Then they leave you alone for a few minutes to "settle in" as they say.
Once night falls, you realize that you can sense much like before. You are aware of your body, though when a woodpecker taps at what was your left leg you don't feel it as pain, per se. You can smell the forest and even taste the soil. Somehow, you can even see, after a fashion. You're aware of the fairies living on you, and their presence brings you a strange pleasure you can't describe.