Here’s a little short story I wrote ft. my OC Fernn, enjoy! :3
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The Elder Woods were dark, the moon shone through the leaves, creating an ever shifting pattern on the ground.

Fernn thundered across the forest floor on all fours. He could smell the scent of loggers, and he wouldn’t let them get away with destroying his home.

While in his Beast Form, Fernn’s wood like horns were on display, his eyes glowing a piercing yellow, and dark lines snaking across his large body.

He soon came across the loggers camp. Crouching in the darkness behind some bushes, Fernn listened to their conversations. Talking about how much they’d profit from the amount of wood they’d gather in the morning.

Fernn waited until they were all asleep in their tents before he decided to enter the camp circle. Fernn stood up fully, his max height around 8 feet tall. He flexed his muscles, and his entire body rippled with fury, his heavy breathing pushing his chubby stomach in and out. He had been defending his home for some time now, and eventually devouring anyone who disturbed it would cause him to gain at least a little weight.

Fernn stepped heavily over to the campfire. With a quick breath he extinguished it completely.

Suddenly hearing something, Fernn approached the nearest tent. Someone was awake, and he had a feeling it was because of him.

Going over to the side with the door, Fernn aggressively reached in and pulled out an unsuspecting logger by the ankles.

The man cried out, suddenly alerting everyone else to Fernn’s presence.

Fernn held the man upside down, towering over everyone else who had left their tents.

“What.. what are you?!” The logger in Fernn’s large hand asked, terrified.

In a booming voice Fernn responded, “I’m the protector of these woods, and your time here is over,”

The logger swung around from his hand, trying to escape.

“There’s no going back,” Fernn said, “you all belong to the woods now.”

And with that, Fernn lifted the man into the air above his head. While in his Beast Form, Fernn’s mouth could unhinge to an inhuman degree, meaning it was easiest for him to devour his victims while in said form.

Fernn’s jaws opened in front of the logger, and he slowly lowered the helpless man inside.

The others tried to attack Fernn, but he just kicked them away with his thick legs, knocking some of them unconscious, conviently saving them for later.

The logger’s head and shoulders were now inside Fernn’s throat, with the rest of his body flailing around outside. Fernn took a deep gulp and the man was pulled further down.

The big dryad’s throat had now expanded to allow for the logger to be swallowed, the man-sized lump moved further down as Fernn slowly ate the helpless logger.

The lump made it to Fernn’s collar bone and finally plopped into his stomach, pushing it out a bit, but not making it obviously bigger than before.

Fernn looked around, the loggers were now trying to run away, but before he had attacked, Fernn had placed a magical barrier, meant to prevent any of them from escaping. This time he grabbed two at the same time, dropping them in his mouth one by one, adding even more mass to his belly and expanding it even more.

Fernn continued chasing the loggers around the campsite, shoving more down his gullet, all the while making his belly more satisfyingly round by the minute.

He even messed with a few of them too, tossing them into the air before swallowing, or even pressing them up against his growing gut, feeling all the movement inside.

Eventually all the loggers had been neatly packed away, leaving Fernn with a more than pregnant sized belly, smooth, round, and filled to the brim to satisfy the dryad until his next meal.

Fernn stood at the center of the camp site and slowly began to change. His horns disappeared, and the dark lines vanished from his skin.

Fernn plopped down onto the ground, groaning, and stroking his belly with both hands.

While he now couldn’t remember what had just happened, he could tell that he had clearly stopped another group of humans from messing up his forest.

Even though he never remembered, Fernn always loved the feeling of fullness after transforming out of his beast form. It was so satisfying, the warbling of his huge gut, the slowing of the humans’ struggling, and the occasional belch.

Fernn sat up on his knees, and gripping his underbelly with both hands, the big Dryad heaved his massive gut up towards his chest.

As he did so he felt multiple masses shift inside. He shook his stomach a little and chuckled as he heard quiet, muffled reactions from inside.

He then removed his hands from under his stomach and dropped it. His belly bounced back into place on his lap, sloshing and jiggling in the process. Fernn sat back again and sighed deeply, stroking his enormous belly, basking in contented fullness.

The dryad sat in the camp site for the rest of the night, enjoying his perfectly filled, round belly, and listening to the peaceful noises of the woods and his settling stomach.

He gave his distended belly a slap, causing its surface to ripple. After a short delay, Fernn let out a huge belch, which echoed through the dark woods, signaling the conclusion of his meal.