In a dark forest, near the town of Lakefall, lives a mad witch, so allured with the possibilities of body modification that the area around her tower mutated with her. Trees with arms and faces, beasts with mismatched body parts, and swarms of creatures that are more than happy to pass their mutated form to others. It isn't long after that the forest her tower resides in gets called by the locals as "the Forest of Change". If there is any consolation to her madness, however ,is that the witch is a rather selfish individual, placing a ward around the Forest and preventing her monstrosities from escaping and corrupting the surrounding lands.
 
 
This tale isn't about the witch however. In the town of Lakefall lives a simple woman, Brenda. Not simple in heritage however, her parents having been lucky in their encounters in the Forest, their bodies enhanced by their changes. Branda herself was also affected by their changes, light blue scales covering her body, and a thick bushy tail coming out of her rear. With a canine-like snout and light blue fur and hair, she looks vastly different from the human she is technically supposed to be. Otherwise, the rest of her body looks like that of a regular adult human, with a pair of plump breasts on her chest, bigger than a usual like her mother’s, and a normal slit and ass between her legs. Branda had lived her whole life in the village, where one's neighbors might one day mutate out of control and perish. Wanting to live a life more than praying for a lucky find in the Forest, she trained her body and skill, so she can one day set out from the village, towards less dangerous and more profitable lands.
 
 
Branda stretched as she awoke, yawning as she did. She was preparing for this day, her sword honed and her armor and equipment ready. Her parents and the village elder warn her not to go, as other people aren't as accepting of their kind, but she ignores their words, her adventurous spirit pushing through. Double checking her equipment, her tent packed, wards ready and rations prepared, she headed off, venturing towards the next town. It is quite a distance away, weeks worth of travel unless one wishes to cut through the Forest, but even she isn’t that mad to believe she would be able to pass through unchanged. Taking a newer path that circles the Forest, passing close to the wards, she moves with purpose, keeping an eye out for trouble as she does.
 
 
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Unknown to the residents of the town of Lakefall, the ward surrounding the accursed Forest wasn’t infallible. Small, swarming creatures can still pass through the wards, but only few in number. One such creature wandered out of the warded zone, away from the rest of its swarm. A corruptor spear fly, named as such for its strange long body and its sharp spear-like proboscis, looking like a mix between a mosquito and a dragonfly. The herbivorous creature, feeding off sap of trees, normally avoids other creatures except when triggered to swarm and mate. With them swarming, they hunt for a suitable host, the alpha of the swarm injecting the prey with mutagens before targeting the prey’s genitals, fusing itself with it to create the perfect nest for the rest of the swarm to infest. Being alone however, its instincts start to act weird, and intelligently act more cautiously, looking for lone targets to let their guard down before striking….
 
 
Branda, seeing the sun beginning to set, decides to set up her camp upon seeing no signs of any dangers nearby. Half an hour later, she has her tent set up and a simple campfire, cooking up an aggressive rabbit-like creature that is a common pest and easy meat for the area, having killed it in self defense with her sword. With a meal in her belly, and the area quiet, Branda decided to risk sleep, knowing herself to be a light sleeper and any bigger creatures would wake her, while the ward around her camp site would deter smaller threats. Unfortunately, its make is similar to the one around the Forest, and as Branda slumbered, the corruptor spear fly snuck into her tent.
 
 
The 9 inch long, dragon fly looking creature skittered past the flaps, spying Branda sleeping soundly, still dressed in her armor and on her back. With her belly slightly exposed by the angle, the fly quietly walked beside her, jabbing her flesh with its altered proboscis and injects its mutagen, her body heating up with arousal as the chemicals take effect. Between her legs, her clit soon hardens with arousal, accumulating chemicals that directs the fly to its true target. After a few failed attempts getting through her leather tasset, it eventually decided to bypass it all together and crawl up her legs, eventually getting to her moist slit.
 
 
With its target before it, the fly stabs its proboscis into her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through Branda’s body as it seems to push fully into her body, sucking on her blood and filling its body with the mutagen tainted blood. The mutagen reacts with Branda’s blood and the creature’s body, altering its internal structure as its nervous system and flesh fuses with Branda’s own, the long body shortening a bit as its digestive tract straightens out and connecting to her urethra, its thin legs bloating into proper nest sacs for its kind. Then its protective chitin melts away, revealing dark blue flesh as its body stiffens from Branda’s arousal. Within a few minutes, the creature is no more, leaving behind a thick, 7 inch equine looking cock and a pair of egg sized balls, ready for nesting. With the process complete, Branda cums, her new cock twitching and leaking clear fluid that soaks into her clothes, leaving a pheromone meant to call the rest of the swarm to it as it dries. With the pleasure subsiding, the new cock then begins to relax, blood leaving its form, and shrinking down to a more manageable size.
 
 
Branda woke with a stretch, glad that she wasn’t rudely awoken and completely unaware of the intruder last night. Only when she went to relieve herself did she notice the thick cock now between her legs, the sacs hiding her pussy from view. She had a thought to just cut off the offending member, but simply touching it made it clear that such a move would only harm herself, considering how integrated the new addition is to her body. With a sigh, she relieves herself, and returns to her camp to examine her new tool, actually enjoying the feeling of her hand on the sensitive flesh. Soon, she is moaning in pleasure as she jacks off, her other hand massaging her new balls. With a cry of pleasure, she cums, splattering clear fluid onto the ground. With her fun done, she gets herself cleaned up as best as she can without any running water, and continues on the road after packing up her camp.
 
 
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The trip was uneventful, and once again it is soon nightfall, Branda this time doing her best to ensure her camp is secure, double checking the wards but unable to do much with her limited knowledge of such items. With little else she can do for security, Branda goes back to bed, unaware of the creatures that were silently following her, drawn to the pheromones released by her activities. A swarm of slimes slowly move onto the camp, creeping through the wards that deter more intelligent creatures and onto the sleeping Branda. Creatures of instinct, the slimes are drawn by the promise of food and shelter the pheromones offer, and begin crawling onto Branda without care. Feeling the cool slimes moving on her body, Branda snaps awake, her cock already hard from their strangely gentle caress, struggling against the slimes that are already binding her body. Despite being at their mercy, the slimes don't hurt her, crawling across her body and down into her cock, each one sending a strange pleasure through her body. She cries in pleasure as the slimes fill her balls with their bodies, squirming happily within their new nests and feeding off the nutritious juices supplied by the walls. Unable to contain the pleasure, Branda cums once more, though this time the slimes prevent anything from leaking from her twitching cock. Coming down from her high, she gently caresses her now melon sized balls, feeling the slimes compacting themselves within, grumbling about the weight, but unable to do anything about it once again. With little that can be done, she just decides to sleep, letting the slimes rest within her body.
 
 
The next morning, she wakes and examines her balls, noticing the flesh of her sac having turned slightly translucent, and showing the deep blue slimes within, squirming happily still. She then fruitlessly tries to evict her new tenants, rubbing her cock and massaging her sensitive balls hard, but despite two orgasms, the slimes still refuse to leave her body, instead enjoying the fresh nutrient soup produced by her orgasms. Giving up, she gets herself cleaned, and packs up her camp once more, annoyed at her new travel companions… her cock twitching as each step causes her legs to squish her heavy balls.
 
 
Days pass, and Branda eventually gets used to the added weight and the constant pleasure of the slimes milking her balls from within, unaware that her body’s natural mutagens facilitated the changes. The slimes too experienced such changes as they fuse their cores together, finding the most protection within her twin balls, and concentrate themselves, one in each orb, transforming from many small entities into a single collective with two protected weak points.
 
 
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With only a day or two left till she reached the next town, Branda’s spirits were high as she traveled, her hands occasionally going down to her crotch to massage her occupants. However, her relatively safe journey is soon interrupted by the sign of carnage on the road. A cart, likely carrying trade to Lakefall, lay in ruin on the side of the road, fresh blood spilled around the site and vicious gashes on the wood, the crates smashed open and food stuff roughly consumed. With no signs of any bodies and only some ruined spears and swords, the small cart likely encountered a beast and failed to protect the lives of all on board.
 
 
Branda’s pulse quickened as she went low, scanning the area for the culprit, seeing big clawed tracks leading down the path she was already following. Worried what such a beast would do if it reaches the town, she follows the trail, her sword at the ready. With the beast barely hiding its path of destruction, she soon finds the culprit. A hulking beast covered in black, blood covered fur, standing easily twice as tall as a regular man with its stomach heavy and round with its recent meal and its ax tipped tail dragging on the ground. Vicious claws on each arm, ripping aggressively at the trees barring its way, the beast howls in annoyance, before it catches Branda’s scent, turning to face her, its greedy maw salivating at the fresh meat before it. Cursing her luck, Branda prepared for combat, her mind questioning why is a Glutton Beast out of the Forest, one of the most dangerous creatures that stalks the Forest of Change, greedy and deadly enough to consume a whole party of adventurers leaving naught but their weapons behind.
 
 
With a deafening roar, the beast charges, its claws raking the air as she ducks under the strike, angling her sword so it slits the creature’s wrists as she avoids, drawing blood but only making it more annoyed. With a quick spin, the beast sends its tail out sweeping Branda’s feet from under her as she recovers from her counter attack, and the beast pounces on its prone target, pinning her to the ground with its heavy belly. Branda curses, as she tries to stab the creature’s thick gut, her sword barely finding purchase as the beast toys with its catch, grinding its belly against her. The slimes in her balls, however, sense that their home is in danger, and with a sudden spike of pleasure, Branda cums the slimes out, which expand to a massive size from all the time inside her.
 
 
Branda’s eyes widen in awe as the beast that easily defeated her is suddenly lifted up by the mass of deep blue, struggling as its body is invaded by the angry slimes. She watches as the slimes begin consuming the aggressor, its fur melting to reveal its already pink skin, before that too begins to melt away. “W-wait, keep the head!” Branda cries out, unsure if the slime would even follow her orders, but is thankful when it does consume the rest of the beast and only leaves its head for Branda to collect, the adventurer unable to move as the mass of slime is still connected to her twitching cock. Minutes pass, and the once deadly beast is reduced to more nutrients for the slime, which jiggle around happily before returning to Branda, enveloping her in a tight embrace which shocks her, thinking for a split second that she would join the beast, before feeling the slime push down back into her cock as the rest of her body is massaged, her nipples and slit teased by the playful slime, causing her to cum again and again till it is all packed inside her once more.
 
 
Branda groans as she eventually recovers from her pet’s return, her balls slightly bigger thanks to the added mass, but nothing she can’t handle. With the path now clear, Branda collected her loot, the beast’s head, strapping it onto her pack roughly and continued her travel, now less fearful of the future with such a strong protector residing between her legs, though wondering if she could possibly train the slime to do even more for her.
 
 
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