Autnor's Note:   Most of us are familiar with the story of Pinocchio, the marionette who came to life.  We were told the story as children.  Of course, whenever children are told a story, many of the good parts are left out, because adults don't want children to know about them.  Some of those parents go on to re-write history as well.  They're called "revisionists", and they seek to change history with the stroke of a pen, wielding it like a sword to cut out the "objectionable" truth of things.  Well, that can work both ways. 
The pen ...  or in this case ...  the word processor ...  is mightier than
the revisionist.  Here is what REALLY happened.
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   Pinocchio - the real story.
   By Beating Off Bob

   Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a woodcutter.  He made his
living by selling wood to his neighbors.  In those days, wood was hard to
come by, because most of the forests with good wood for furniture in them
belonged to the King.  The King, knowing that the people would strip his
precious forests bare, unless they were protected, had his chief witch put
a spell on all his forests.

   Now, the witch, being basically lazy, just like everybody else, got
bored with going around enchanting trees to extend their limbs magically,
snatch up anyone who tried to cut them down, and wave them in the air
before throwing them to their deaths.  Those spells were a lot of work to
do, and there were many many trees.  So, instead, she enchanted a tree here
and there to be that way, and then cast a general spell on the rest of the
forest, such that the trees could speak.  All the trees, of course,
threatened dire things, should someone come near them with an axe or saw,
and everyone thought that all of them were deadly.

   The forests were, thus, left alone for many many years, even after both
the King and his witch were long dead.  Stories about the danger in the
forests, of course, lived much longer, as did the enchantments set in place
by the witch.  So, too, did the woodcutter's descendents still live, and
Romero, his great great grandson was also a woodcutter.  This one supported
his family by selling not only fire wood, but also by supplying wood to the
town carpenter, Master Cherry.

   Now, in these days, good wood for furniture was hard to come by.  The
only place one could find it was in the enchanted forests.  Men like Romero
had learned, over the years, that some trees in the forest were enchanted,
and some were not.  He was very careful whenever he entered the forbidden
places, because he well knew there were some trees that could move their
branches without the help of the wind, and cause great harm.  What he
didn't know was that cross pollination had altered the genetic makeup of
some trees.  He couldn't know that, because genes hadn't even been
discovered yet.

   The cherry tree that he eyed, and examined, did not appear to be one of
the ones that could snatch your axe from your hands, and then use it
against you.  He lopped off the tip of a branch with his knife, since that
was easier to keep hold of, and when there was ho howl of dismay, and no
movement in the branches, he was satisfied that this was just a normal
cherry tree.

   In that, he was wrong, though he would never know it.  He was merely
pleased, as he chopped the tree down.  He thought it very appropriate that
he would be taking cherry wood to Master Cherry.  Had he been a little
younger, his failing ears might have heard the faint sounds of pain and
complaint that came from the wood as his axe bit into it.

   The logs Romero delivered to Master Cherry sat for a long while, as they
cured, but eventually the carpenter decided to make a table out of them. 
He began with the legs, and it was then that he learned that the wood he
now owned, had come from the enchanted forest.  He learned this when he
applied hammer and chisel, and the wood spoke to him, complaining of the
hurt he was causing.  Unnerved, he laid the wood aside.

   A few weeks later, he was visited by Gepetto, the Puppet Master in town,
who was looking for wood to make a special marionette.  Gepetto lived an
odd life, in that he was very popular, because of his work with puppets,
which was amazing, but he was disliked by almost everyone because he had a
foul disposition.  He did well with characters he could control, and who
could not speak to him, but poorly with real people.

   As such, when he began to craft his special marionette, and it spoke to
him, he didn't do well.  It didn't matter that he started on the head,
because the wood spoke with no mouth.  When he finished the eyes, the
moved, and watched.  When he finished the mouth, the puppet was able to
speak much more loudly, though, and soon Gepetto had an almost constant
headache from the chatter of the wooden boy.  Still, he had wanted to make
this particular marionette for many years, so he carved on.

   Part of the reason Gepetto wanted to make this particular design was
because, as is true with many men as they grow older, Gepetto's bodily
functions were beginning to fail.  He had never married, but money has
always been able to buy sex, so his life hadn't been bereft of sensual
pleasure.  The problem was that, these days, he wasn't getting his money's
worth, because his own personal "wood" was about as cooperative as a wet
noodle.

   His plan, since he could only enjoy sex vicariously, now, was to make a
pair of marionettes that would be, shall we say, anatomically correct. 
They he could enact his fantasies, participating in a way that he hoped
would render him some measure of ...  comfort.

   Explaining this to a wooden puppet wasn't something he'd thought he'd
have to do.  And, as should be obvious, the puppet had no idea of what sex
even was, which made the puppet master's headaches even worse.  That he
hadn't yet started the girl puppet, made it impossible for him to explain
it by showing Pinocchio how things would eventually work.

   So, putting bee's wax in his ears, to dull the incessant chatter of the
half-made puppet, Gepetto carefully planned to use a knot for the puppet's
wooden penis.  That knot had, at one time, been the base of a branch, which
Romero had chopped off.  Had Gepetto thought of that as he carefully
chiseled a likeness of is own penis (as he wished it still was) onto the
loins of the talking toy, he might have winced.  Of course his own chisel
was causing as much, if not more, pain.  But then all his chipping and
sanding had elicited complaints from the ungrateful marionette-to-be, who
complained about everything.

   When he was finished, Gepetto stared at the phallus he had created.  It
was darker than the red of the rest of the wood, almost purple, which
pleased him.  He couldn't wait to see that phallus sliding into the
beautiful girl puppet he intended to create next.

   To this point, the only thing that moved, independently, on his
creation, were the eyes, which followed his movements as he worked.  To
make it less uncomfortable, he painted each portion of the doll as it was
completed.  He made the eyes blue, because that made them more comfortable
when they fell on him.

   It was as he added the last touch of black to Pinocchio's shoes, and
then went to clean his brush, that Gepetto got his first hint that things
might get even more interesting.  He heard clumping behind him, and turned
to see the puppet walking stiffly around the room.  The very first thing he
thought of was that, if it was still available, he had to get more of the
enchanted wood from Master Cherry, with which to make the girl puppet.  If
the two of them could move independently, he wouldn't have to manipulate
them in the act of sex.  He could just sit and watch, while his hand did
what a whore's pussy could no longer do.

   But the problem was that Pinocchio had a head of wood, with no sense in
it at all, and as he stumbled around the house, he knocked a chair into the
fire place.  It caught fire instantly, and smoke filled the house.  Gepetto
grabbed the chair, opened the door and threw it outside.  It wasn't until
he finished rubbing his eyes that he saw Pinocchio trundling off down the
road, going in search of an adventure.

   Now, we've all heard about what happened then, about Gepetto chasing
him, and getting hauled off to prison, and how Pinocchio got into all sorts
of trouble, killing a talking cricket, and meeting other characters in the
story, such as the fox and cat, who try to rob and kill him.  All of that
happened, to be sure, but there is much more that happened, and the telling
got a bit skewed.  That's because the adults didn't think little children
should hear about what really happened when Pinocchio lied.

   You see, it wasn't his nose that grew.  Oh, no.  It was that knot that
Gepetto had carved into his little wooden penis that grew when he lied.  It
was the blue-haired Fairy Princess who found out, and that is what changed
Pinocchio's life forever.

   The Fairy Princess did, in fact, have him cut down from the tree where
the fox and the cat hanged him.  Mr.  Disney left that part out of the
movie he made, but in the original story, that's what happened.  When he
put his money in his mouth, and they couldn't get at it to steal it, they
hanged him, thinking to come back when he was dead and get the money then.

   But the Fairy Princess had him cut down and brought to her bed, where
she cared for him until, like the bad boy he was, he refused to take his
medicine until the undertaker came for him.  Then, he finally swallowed the
curative, and revived well enough to tell his tale ...  and his first lie.

   He told her he had lost the gold that the fox and cat had tried to steal
from him.

   The bedcovers suddenly rose two inches.

   Both Pinocchio and the Fairy Princess stared at the tent.

   "I know I am beautiful," said the princess, "but it is rude of you to
show it so."

   "I don't know what you're talking about," said the puppet.  The tent
shrank back down.

   The Fairy Princess shrugged.  "Now, about the money.  You say you lost
it?"

   "Um ...  yes," said Pinocchio.  The tent was suddenly back.

   "And where, exactly did you lose it?" asked the gorgeous blue-skinned
fairy, eyeing the lump.

   "Well, since it is lost, I don't know where it is, which means I don't
know where I lost it," said the puppet, using circular logic.  "If I knew
where I lost it, it wouldn't be lost, now would it?"

   The Fairy Princess didn't seem to be paying much attention to his
carefully crafted lie, though, instead, staring at the sheet covering his
wooden body.  He looked at where she was looking, and saw the sheet
hovering, more or less, a foot above his body.

   "How curious," said the little wooden boy.

   "How curious, indeed," said the beautiful princess.  She whipped the
sheet off of the boy, to reveal a magnificent penis, as sturdy as a tree
branch, which, for all intents and purposes, it was.  The 'limb', in its
growth, had ripped through the puppet's short pants, and not protruded a
foot into the air.

   "Where did that come from?" asked Pinocchio?

   "Where, indeed?" said the wide-eyed nymph.  She was undoing the ties of
her filmy fairy dress as she asked the question.  "It surely wasn't there
when I put you into my bed."

   "Whatever are you doing?" asked Pinocchio.

   "I am a wood nymph," said the girl, staring at the foot long wooden
penis in front of her.  "I have a special relationship with wood ...  and I
intend to have a very special relationship with THAT wood."

   Pinocchio, truly not understanding what was about to happen, but happy
that she seemed to have forgotten all about the four gold pieces that
currently lay under his tongue, simply lay there watching as, for the first
time, he saw what Gepetto had tried to explain to him about "girls".

   The princess, who was not much taller than Pinocchio himself, didn't
seem to have a flat place on her whole body, with the possible exception of
her stomach, which actually seemed to dip inward in comparison to the two
swells of blue flesh above it.  The tips of those appeared to have buds of
some type on them, dark blue, and swollen, as if they were about to burst
into flower any second.  Below that flat stomach, her hips swelled too,
making her look like an hour glass with arms and legs.  Between those legs
was something that, to Pinocchio's wooden eyes, appeared to be Spanish
moss, also dark blue, matching the whorls of stuff on top of her head. 
Pinocchio's own hair was just paint, over carved lines.  Gepetto had
planned on making a tiny wig to glue to his puppet's loins, but hadn't
gotten around to that when the little wooden boy had gone running into the
town.

   "Why are you shedding your leaves?" asked Pinocchio.  "It is only
spring!"

   "Spring is the time of blossoming," said the now panting fairy.  Two
drops of pale lavender ...  something ...  appeared on the tips of the
things Gepetto had called "breasts".

   "You're leaking sap!" said Pinocchio.

   "I intend to make you leak a great quantity of sap too, my sweet," said
the panting fairy as she crawled on top of Pinocchio.  She gripped the club
thrusting from his loins and aimed it at the Spanish moss between her legs.

   "I don't understand any of this," complained the puppet.

   His penis shrank two inches in the Fairy Princess' hand.

   "What are you DOING?" she squealed.  "Don't make it SMALLER!"

   "I don't KNOW what I'm doing!" complained Pinocchio.  "That's the
problem!"

   It shrank another two inches.

   "No, no, NO!" complained the princess.  "Make it big and hard like
before!"

   "I don't know HOW to make it bigger!" whined Pinocchio.

   It shrank another two inches as he told the truth.  It was not no larger
than the average penis.  The princess looked at it in dismay.  She'd had
four or five that size in just the last two days, and they had done little
except make her more inflamed.  In truth, she had taken on the tending of
the poor wooden boy only to distract her from her normal feelings of lust.

   "This will never do," grumped the princess, climbing back off. 
Experimentally, she leaned over to lovingly suck the tip of the shrunken
branch.  It tasted faintly of cherry, which was pleasing, but nothing
happened.  She stood up, her hands on her hips, a frown on her beautiful
face.  "It got that big once, and that means it CAN get that big.  I
absolutely INSIST that you make it huge again!"

   "It's never done that before," said Pinocchio truthfully.  "I have no
idea why it got that way at all."

   Now the penis shrank to its original four inch length.

   The princess looked at it in disgust.  "Well, you're no good to me that
way," she sulked.  "Let's go back to the money.  I believe we were talking
about where you lost it.  Where was that again?"

   "I told you I don't know," said Pinocchio, grieved that she had
remembered the money.

   Suddenly his penis was, again, six inches long.

   The Fairy Princes was not stupid.  She'd been around for a couple
hundred years.  She had known the puppet was lying when he said he didn't
know where the money was.  She didn't actually care about the money, but
was always curious when someone lied to her.  She drew the connection
between his lying and the size of his ...  dildo ...  which is really what
it was, after all, and immediately felt a lot better.

   "So you don't know where the money is?" she prodded.

   "No, I don't," he said.

   Now he was eight inches long.

   She climbed up over him again, notched his wooden penis into her fairy
pussy, and sank down on it with a sigh.

   "What are you doing?" asked the puppet, who felt something delightful,
despite the fact that he was made of wood.  If sharp chisels could hurt
him, a lovely warm clasping pussy could make him feel good.

   "Tell me where you lost the money," said the princess, sitting still on
him.

   "I can't," he said.

   "Ooooo that's nice," she sighed, as he became ten inches inside her. 
"Tell me I'm ugly."

   "But you're not ugly," said Pinocchio, shrinking.

   "No, no NO!" she demanded, feeling him getting smaller.  "TELL ME YOU
THINK I'M UGLY!"

   Pinocchio may have been only a few days old, as living creatures would
count it, but he had been made to be male, and as such, something had been
imbued into him by his maker.  Gepetto didn't understand women, but he DID
understand how, sometimes, a little lie seemed to make them happy -
particularly when they were quite plain, and he said they were quite
beautiful.  Lying to them sometimes made them more pleasant.  Pinocchio
didn't understand why this beautiful creature would want him to lie to her,
but he wanted to make her happy, not to say she seemed to have forgotten
about the money again, so he did.

   "You're the ugliest thing I've seen all day," he offered tentatively.

   "OOOOooooo yesssssss," she hissed, as he grew back to ten inches. 
"Again!  Tell me how ugly I am!"

   Pinocchio was learning to dance the dance that men and women have danced
for thousands of years, though he still didn't understand it.  She was also
clasping him much more tightly as he grew ...  and she didn't.

   "You're so ugly that I can hardly bear to look at you!" he gasped.

   "OH YES!!!" she squealed, as he reached a foot, and the tip of his
wooden prick entered her womb.  She all but swooned on top of him, but
retained enough presence to begin gyrating and bouncing.  Pinocchio watched
interestedly as her breasts bounced and began dripping lavender drops.  He
suddenly realized he was thirsty, and reached to pull her to where those
drops might be sucked into his mouth.

   Now, if you are a student of things arcane and mythological, you already
know that the milk of a wood nymph is an almost deadly soporific to a human
being.  That's how wood nymphs have victimized men for centuries.  The
lavender milk robs them of the ability to resist, or even move, and many a
man has been left a whimpering husk by a lusty wood nymph who won't stop
fucking him until he's almost dead.  It was for this reason that the Fairy
Princess didn't object to Pinocchio suckling at her arcane and mythological
teats.  Now that she had him at twelve inches of 'wood', she wanted him to
stay there.  In fact, she bunched a couple of muscles that human women
don't have, and squirted half a pint of wood nymph milk into the puppet's
mouth, for extra measure.

   Wood nymphs don't know everything, of course, and this was the first
puppet a wood nymph had fucked, so she had no way of knowing that her milk
would have a different effect on a boy made of wood.  It aged him, and
within a space of a few minutes, Pinocchio was the equivalent of a
seventeen year old boy.  While a boy of ten might be expected to have a
four inch prick, a boy of seventeen would be much larger.  The Fairy
Princess found herself riding a fence post, for all intents and purposes,
and it was a fence post that was now connected to a set of balls the size
of musk melons.

   Pinocchio's short pants were now in tatters.

   "OH FUCK YES!" screeched the happy wood nymph, who looked down to see
her belly swollen, as if she were pregnant.

   There was another thing the wood nymph didn't know.  She had received,
into her womb, literally gallons of human semen, over the years, none of
which had any effect whatsoever on her arcane and mythological body.  But
it WAS spring, and in spring the sap flows, and Pinocchio's sap, when it
flowed, found a very receptive arcane and mythological womb to receive it.

   This time it was the wood nymph who was left a sated husk, as she
swooned through an orgasm she'd write about in her journal, and fell limply
to lie on Pinocchio's supine body.  She found it wasn't comfortable, as
there seemed to be an overly full belly in the way.  She rolled, and looked
down in amazement to find that it was her own belly that was so swollen. 
She looked at the sixteen inch long penis she had just vacated, and which
had made her belly swell, and realized with delight that she was now very
VERY pregnant, something she had always wished she could be, but had never
been able to manage before.

   "OH THANK YOU!" she squealed, rubbing her hands over her rounded belly.
"You have given me so much sap that you've made a little acorn in me, to
raise as my very own!"

   "I enjoyed that very much!" gasped Pinocchio, and promptly shrank to
thirteen inches.  "I'd very much like to do that again!  I had no idea that
releasing sap could be so much fun!"

   Suddenly his wooden phallus was only ten inches, and looked almost
normal, since he was now almost six feet tall.

   "Oh, you'll get the chance to do THAT again ...  many times, if I have
my way!" said the satisfied fairy.  "And I know you think I'm really
beautiful, right?"

   "Most beautiful," sighed Pinocchio, shrinking to seven inches.

   "Good boy," said the nymph, closing her eyes to take a nap.

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   Pinocchio had enjoyed the initiation of his ...  virgin wood (I couldn't
resist) ...  immensely, but soon grew bored with lying beside the sleeping
nymph.  As he got up, he felt ...  more flexible ...  somehow, and examined
his arms to find that the grain was much smoother than it had been before.
It was almost as if he had been sanded with very fine sandpaper ...  except
that sandpaper hadn't been invented yet.  It was a little pinker too.  The
money in his mouth suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he removed the four
coins.  He couldn't put them in his pocket, because his burgeoning penis
had ripped his shorts to shreds.  He took those off, staring at the six
inch hard thing that the wood nymph had made feel so wonderful.  The sap
shooting through it was the best, and he hoped he would get to do that
again quite soon.

   He looked around for some new pants to wear, but found nothing.  So,
wearing only his tunic, he wandered out of the Fairy Princess' house, his
four gold coins gripped in his hand, and set off to go back home.

   He didn't make it far before people began to stare at him in the most
curious way.

   What would YOU think if you saw a six foot tall puppet sauntering along,
half dressed, with a seven inch long wooden penis sprouting from between
his legs?  Well, if you were a decent sort, you'd make up something
suitable for children to read, when you wrote it down.  That's what you'd
do, even though it skewed the truth rather badly.

   But then, if you're reading this, you're not the sort of person who
might be ashamed to say you saw a walking dildo, now are you?

   Never mind.  On with the tale.

   It was Dame Columbus who was the first to take action.  She was a decent
sort of woman, only vaguely related to her very distant cousin Christopher,
who had raised such a ruckus when he discovered that whole new continent,
but she had parlayed that into a sensible marriage, to a wealthy man. 
Sensible it may have been ...  but it was not fulfilling.  OK, it wasn't
... filling.  The man had money, but lacked the other thing that makes
women happy.  He was, in fact, as queer as a three lira coin, which was
pretty queer, if you know what I mean.  On their wedding night, he had
attempted to do his husbandly duty, and destroy his new and very
respectable wife's virginity, but with dismally poor success.  Pretending
her pussy was Ernesto's bung hole had gotten him stiff enough to tear
things, but, once inside her, she was so slippery and loose that he
couldn't sustain the fantasy, and he crawled off of her long before she was
ready.  She was, at the time she saw Pinocchio, in the flower of her youth,
being only eighteen summers old, and VERY unsatisfied as a woman.

   Decent though she was, Dame Columbus recognized something in this young
man's swagger, which made his penis sway not a bit, that she had expected
to find in her husband ...  and had not.

   "Young man!" she called to him.  "Tis not decent to display yourself in
such an unseemly manner!"

   "Oh, I'm sorry," said Pinocchio.  Since he was not, actually, sorry, he
grew to nine inches.  "I have no pants to wear." He shrank back to seven.

   The effect of seeing such a thing, from Dame Columbus' viewpoint, was
electric, even though electricity hadn't yet been invented.  She had just
begun enjoying the thing her husband had thrust into her, when it was
suddenly withdrawn, never to prod her since.  It wasn't that she wanted to
cheat on her husband.  She was just consumed with curiosity ...  that's
all.

   "You must come into my house, where I may clothe you decently," she
admonished.

   Pinocchio complied, following her into the house.  They were met by
Lucinda, her maid.  Lucinda, being of the tender age of sixteen, and having
dozens of times more experience with penises then her mistress, was
entranced instantly.

   "I've never seen him around before," she sighed, staring at his wooden
prick, and the lemon sized twin bulges below it.

   "He was just walking down the street, as if nothing was out of the
ordinary!" said Dame Columbus.  "He shocked me most rudely."

   "I'm sorry," said Pinocchio, even though he was not.  He was just trying
to be polite.

   "Oh LOOK!" squealed Lucinda.  "He finds us attractive!"

   "Tis not seemly for him to find us so," said Dame Columbus.  She lied
too, but nothing grew, except perhaps her untried nipples, under the bodice
of her dress.  She longed to be found ...  attractive.  Her husband
obviously didn't find her so.

   "Whatever shall we do?" asked Lucinda.  She knew exactly what she'd like
to do.

   "We must make him decent, of course," said Dame Columbus, decently. 
"Find a pair of the master's trousers, so that he may cover his nakedness."

   Lucinda didn't really want to cover up the fascinating thing that was
exposed, but, she was used to jumping when the Mistress told her to, so she
ran to find a pair of the Master's pants, and brought them back to Dame
Columbus.  She handed them to the woman, who handed them to Pinocchio, who
tried to pull them on.  There was an ...  obstruction that kept him from
pulling them up.

   "Help him," commanded Dame Columbus.

   Lucinda was only too happy to grasp the obstruction, which felt smooth
and so hard that it took her breath away.  She pushed, and pulled, to no
avail.  It was just too large, and it didn't flex well at all, as Gepetto
had only intended it to move up and down a couple of inches.

   "It ...  isn't ...  working," panted Lucinda, as she struggled, using
both hands.

   "That feels very nice," commented Pinocchio.  "It feels so nice that if
you keep doing that, you may cause sap to come out of it."

   "Leave him be!" said Dame Columbus stridently.  The last thing she
needed was to see something that beautiful spurting.  She knew they
spurted, because her nanny had taught her so when she was getting ready to
get married.  She had yet to see one do that, and she was quite sure that,
if she saw this one spurt, she might lose what little control she had left
in her body.  "Make him do it himself." She looked commandingly at
Pinocchio.

   "Stuff that thing in those pants, boy!"

   Pinocchio sighed as Lucinda's hands left his wooden prick.  He grasped
it with his free hand, but instead of putting it in his borrowed trousers,
he stroked it.  That felt much better.

   "Stop that instantly!" moaned Dame Columbus.

   "I can't!" said Pinocchio, lying.

   The thing in his hand grew three inches.

   "Oh my WORD!" sighed Lucinda.

   "Use both hands!" cried Dame Columbus.  "What's that in your other
hand?"

   "Nothing!" cried Pinocchio, fearing she'd take his coins.

   He grew another three inches.

   "Oh MAMMA!" shrieked Lucinda, staring at the ten inches of beautiful
wooden penis that Pinocchio's hand wasn't covering.  She sat down hard on
the floor and her hand darted beneath her skirts.

   Dame Columbus' eyes got larger and larger, until they rolled up into her
head and she fainted dead away, falling in a crumpled heap on the floor. 
In the process her skirts shifted, and she showed a SIGNIFICANT amount of
ankle!

   Lucinda wasted no time, once she saw that her Mistress was no longer an
obstruction to her pleasure.  She lay back, pulled her skirt up to her
chin, spread her legs, and then held out her arms to Pinocchio.

   "Be gentle with me," she pleaded.

   Pinocchio may have had a wooden brain, but the grain in it remembered
quite well how nice it was to slide his wooden penis into the wood nymph.
He gleefully fell upon Lucinda.  Within a minute she was shaking and
thrashing beneath him as she was filled as never before.  Her eyes goggled
and the only reason she didn't scream in delight was because he fucked her
so hard she couldn't get her breath.  That, and the stream of orgasms his
huge cock induced in her young body.

   Pinocchio suddenly felt that delicious feeling again, and began to pump
Lucinda full of his magical sap.  It didn't make an acorn in her, because
she wasn't a wood nymph.  Her skin turned a pale green, though, as a force
of nature she had never dealt with infused her body.  The combination of
magical pollen-filled fluid interacted with her own natural inclinations,
and her womb swelled to make room for a brown-skinned little boy, with hair
of forest green, who fairly popped into existence inside her.  He was
equivalent to a three month old human fetus.

   Pinocchio pulled his massive member from Lucinda's swollen belly.  It
was definitely pinker than it had been before, and so smooth now that one
could barely see any grain in it at all.  He looked at his arms, and saw
the same thing.  He almost looked like he had real skin!  Turning, he saw
Dame Columbus, lying senseless on the floor.  He wondered if she would feel
as snug and warm as Lucinda had.  Since she was unconscious, he didn't ask.
He just flipped up her skirts, pulled her undergarments down over limp
legs, and socketed his monster in the opening he found there.

   This time he could feel the pressure it took to force his way inside the
poor woman.  It was well that she was in a faint, because her screeches of
pain would have drawn neighbors, and our tale may have ended right there.

   But, she wasn't conscious, and by the time her body insisted that she
wake up, her almost virgin pussy had adapted to the girth and length of the
thing that was ravaging it.

   Dame Columbus knew instantly, upon regaining consciousness, that THIS
was the way it was supposed to be.  She knew she should be incensed that
this wooden boy had taken liberties with her, but what he was doing felt SO
wonderful, she just decided to enjoy it.  Three orgasms later, her skin
also took on a greenish hue, as a little nut-brown girl, with lime green
hair, was made in her own womb.  She was wearing so many petticoats that
she wasn't aware of her condition, until much later, which is probably why,
when he was finally done, she lay there, feeling a rosy glow.

   "That was just delightful," she sighed.  "I hope you enjoyed it too."

   "Oh yes, Madame, I surely did!" moaned Pinocchio.  He promptly shrank to
a mere ten inches.

   "You can keep the pants," sighed the sated woman.  "But you must come to
visit me again."

   "I'd like that ever-so-much," said Pinocchio.  Now he was only seven
inches long, and he was able to move his somehow-softer penis in such a way
as to let him pull the pants to cover it up.  Fastening them, he stood.

   "I must go now," he said sadly.  "My father must be wondering where I
am."

   Chapter 2

   Gepetto had, indeed, been wondering where his creation was.  He was
quite angry with Pinocchio when he finally returned, but that anger fled
when he saw both, how much taller and more human Pinocchio had become.  The
gold coins in his fist didn't hurt things either.

   He kept Pinocchio inside the next day, examining him.  He went out only
to spend some of the money on food.  It was then that he heard the rumors
about how Dame Columbus and her servant girl had been bewitched in some
foul manner, causing their skin to turn green, and for some sorcerous
abomination to have swelled their bellies.  Both, of course, denied making
any deal with the spirits of darkness, but it was obvious they had. 
Gepetto would liked to have seen these strange things, but Master Columbus
had whisked the two women away to his summer retreat, out of sight, where
the monks could try to cure them of their affliction, in private.

   He told Pinocchio of the rumors upon his return.  Pinocchio remembered
seeing both women's skin turn green as his sap flowed into them and, being
smarter than he was the day before, he kept quiet about his role in the
matter.

   He kept quiet primarily because he had had so much fun sliding his foot
long trunk in and out of those women, that he was fully intent on doing it
again.

   =============================

   The next time he could get away, Pinocchio went straight to the wood
nymph's house, eagerly anticipating another fine tryst with her clasping
pussy.  Alas, she was so advanced in her arcane and mythological pregnancy,
that he could not lie upon her.

   She was as horny as a three antlered moose, however, and was determined
to have Pinocchio's ball bat in her, whatever it took.  To that end, she
first sucked on his wooden rod, which felt surprisingly flexible in her
hands and mouth, like a hickory sapling.

   She made him lie to her, until he was most of two feet long and then,
planting her hands and feet on the dirt floor of her house, she wagged her
green buttocks at him.

   "Put 'er there," said the wood nymph, having no idea she had just coined
a phrase that, over time, would come to mean something completely
different. She made her pussy lips purse, as if they were trying to kiss
his phallus.  Wood nymphs can do that kind of thing.

   Pinocchio was only too happy to slide his prick into the girl, who Oooed
and Ahhhed appreciatively as he kept going, rapping the acorn in her womb
sharply.  She was in ecstasy overload, after her third orgasm, during which
the acorn and penis played a drum beat on each other, until the acorn
cracked open to reveal the beginnings of roots inside.

   Thus, the wood nymph was not prepared, when Pinocchio unleashed his
magic sap, which surrounded the acorn, and advanced its growth by some six
or eight years instantly.  Pinocchio stumbled back, his penis still
spurting, while the nymph's toes became thick roots, that bored into the
ground.  Her body was jerked upright, and suddenly she was three feet off
the ground, her legs lengthening.  Her skin began turning a dusky brown,
and became rougher.  Her arms shot out and became branches that, when she
reached them skyward, pushed a hole in the roof of the cottage.

   Pinocchio stared upward in awe as her soft whining voice became creaky
as she wailed and the tree, her own progeny, enveloped her.  She was
trapped inside it as it continued to grow, reaching a height of fifteen
feet before it stopped.  Pinocchio, not believing his eyes, walked around
the trunk of the newly-grown tree.  He saw something, and peered closer. 
It was a knot hole, that looked amazingly like the wood nymph's pussy.  On
impulse, he poked his still hard penis into the hole.

   "Nooooooo," wailed the tree, and its upper branches flailed.

   It felt like her pussy too, and Pinocchio, ever the selfish boy, fucked
it lustily until he spurted again.

   The tree grew another six feet instantly, which was not such a good
thing for Pinocchio, since he was suddenly suspended, six feet off the
ground, his wooden penis still firmly inserted into the knot hole.

   "Help!" he yelped, holding onto the tree trunk to keep from breaking his
precious penis off.  "Somebody HELP MEEEEE!"

   All he heard was faint laughter from within the tree.

   =============================

   Now, it happened that an old crone was wobbling by the wood nymph's
house, and heard Pinocchio's cries for help.  The aged woman looked
doubtfully at the cottage, which had a tree growing from its roof, but her
curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked in through the front door.
She was surprised to see a six foot boy, who looked faintly like a puppet
of some sort, hanging onto the tree, his head almost up to the ceiling.

   "Whatever are you doing up there?" wheezed the old woman.

   "Trying not to lose something precious to me," moaned Pinocchio.  "Get
me a ladder please."

   "What's in it for me?" asked the old woman.  Carrying around heavy
ladders wasn't on her list of things to do this day.  Her bones were
aching.

   "I'll pay you!" shouted Pinocchio.  He gasped, as his buttocks moved
away from the tree six inches.  He had no money, and his penis had grown
when he lied.  It felt firmly stuck, and he had visions of becoming a
branch of that tree if he didn't get down soon.

   "My father will pay you," he moaned.  He immediately shrank enough that
he had to hold on for dear life.  He got an idea.  He looked down at the
woman.  "I can see you are so ugly that I'll have to beg him to do so, but
I swear I'll ask him to pay you." He shrank another six inches, and was
able to pull his penis out of the knot hole.  Now, only his wooden muscles
were holding him to the trunk.

   "With a mouth like that, you can just stay up there," snarled the old
woman.

   "Please," pleaded Pinocchio.  "I'll make it worth your effort if you
help me get down."

   Mumbling to herself that she was an easy touch, the old woman looked
around.  She didn't find a ladder, but she did find a chair with a tall
back on it.  She grunted as she pulled and pushed, until the back of the
chair was against the trunk of the tree.

   "Wiggle down," she called up, "until your feet touch the back of the
chair." She sat down on the chair, to stabilize it.

   Pinocchio craned his neck to look down.  What she had said seemed
reasonable to him, so he loosened his arms enough to let his body slide
down a little.  His prick, still sticking out, scraped along the bark of
the tree.

   "Mmmmmm," came a faint voice from within the tree.

   It took a while, but finally his feet touched the back of the chair and
he could stand, without having to use his arms.  He realized his arms were
tired, which was a strange thing, because wood can't get tired.  Then he
had to negotiate climbing down the back of the chair, as the old hag inched
forward, until he was standing on the seat, his butt rubbing the oily gray
hair of the old woman.

   She stood, and turned, as he turned around, which put his semi-wooden
phallus right at her eye level.

   "Well," she wheezed.  "What have we here?  What a magnificent penis you
have, boy!"

   "Thank you," he said.  He was thanking her for both helping him down,
and for her compliment, and he meant both.  His penis shrank to its normal
seven inches.

   "What's this?" panted the old woman.  "Don't make it shrink, dear boy. I
can't remember the last time I saw a strong young prick like that.  Tis a
balm to my poor old eyes."

   "It shrinks when I tell the truth," explained Pinocchio.

   "Does it then grow when you speak falsely?" asked the crone, tilting her
head to one side.

   "Indeed," he said.

   "Well, then, my strong young puppet, lie to me most horribly, for I have
just chosen what payment I shall require of you for my help."

   "What's that?" asked Pinocchio.

   "Not only have I not seen a penis for years, I've not had one in my
dried up old pussy for years as well," she said.  "I shall remedy that
affliction this very day!"

   "You want me to give you my sap?" asked Pinocchio, his painted eyes
wide.

   "For your sap, I care not," mumbled the old woman, tearing at the ragged
cloth of her drab dress.  "Tis the limb that delivers that sap that I
desire."

   Pinocchio stared in horror as the crone's body was revealed to him.  Her
skin hung in gray wrinkles.  Her breasts were mere flaps of loose skin,
with dark tips at their hanging bottoms, where they waved in the slight
breeze at her waist.  Between her legs was a thatch of gray hair, streaked
with white.  Her knees were knobby and swollen with arthritis.  She gave
him a gap-toothed smile that, had his skin been a bit softer, would have
made it crawl.

   "Come on, then," she wheedled.  "Pay up, dear puppet."

   He hopped down, and she put out a withered hand, to draw him to the wood
nymph's bed.  As she crawled painfully up on it, the oak tree began to wave
its limbs, as if a stiff wind had suddenly come up.

   "Come!" she called to Pinocchio.  "Come lie to me, and with me." She
cackled.

   Pinocchio wanted to run away, but the old hag HAD helped him, if only to
tell him how to shimmy down the tree.  He wanted to close his eyes, but
knew one can't close eyes that are merely paint.  He was therefore vastly
surprised, when the world went dark.

   He willed his eyes open again, and the world appeared again.  Something
was happening to him.  He was becoming more human each time he ...  That
was it!  When he used his penis, and squirted a woman full of sap, he
became more human!  Suddenly, the thought of fucking the old dried up bag
of bones on the bed had a bright side!

   He looked at the decrepit old woman.

   "How much should I lie to you?" he asked.  "We don't want the club
between my legs to beat you to death."

   "To die that way might not be such a bad thing," she wheezed.  "Lie to
me gently, at first, and we'll see if I need more falsehoods to make my day
that much better."

   Pinocchio climbed up onto the bed, his penis hanging down and pointing
to the old woman's wrinkled abdomen.  Her breasts had flowed sideways, and
now resided in her armpits.

   "You're not so bad looking," he said.

   His prick grew eight inches.

   The old woman's eyes grew round, and a dribble of drool left her mouth
to slide down her cheek.

   "HOLD!" she gasped.  "I'm not sure I can take that much prevarication!"

   Pinocchio, wanting to be more human as soon as possible, advanced.  The
crone's flabby pussy lips flowed aside as he began to slide into her.  She
jerked, so light, that the stiffness of his member acted like a second
spine as it slid further into her, and lifted her sparse buttocks off the
mattress.

   "Ohhhh" she moaned.  "The memories you bring to a tired old woman!"

   Pinocchio learned a valuable lesson.  The appearance of a woman on the
outside, has nothing to do with the feel of a woman's insides.

   "You feel warm and nice," he sighed.  He immediately shrank four inches.

   "Don't tell me the truth!" she screeched.  "I was just getting used to
it, foolish boy!"

   "Pardon me," he said.  "I am so stricken with your beauty that I had to
tell the truth."

   The crone was suddenly filled with a prick that was suddenly six inches
longer.

   "Ohhh yesss," she hissed.  "Lie to me ...  just a little now."

   "I wish I had never done this," said Pinocchio, beginning to pant.

   He grew another three inches, and the woman felt much tighter and more
luscious around his prick.

   "Perfect!" she crowed.  "Now, punish me most severely for all my bad
deeds, and sour comments!"

   Pinocchio punished her indeed.  He poked and prodded and she flopped and
wailed, her old body flapping like a rag in the wind.

   When Pinocchio felt the sap beginning to flow, he didn't fight it at
all. He relished in the soothing stuff as it flowed, in great spurts, into
the crone's shaking belly.

   The woman was much too old to bear children, so the magical sap looked
for something else it could do.

   Pinocchio's first notice that something strange was happening, was when
he suddenly felt something against his chest ...  something soft.  He had
closed his eyes again, the better to enjoy the delicious feel of sap
spurting from his prick.  When he opened them, he almost shouted from fear.
Beneath him was no elderly crone.

   The sap had rejuvenated her flabby body.  Her breasts had filled, as a
balloon fills, becoming firm, and jutting out at the world again.  Her
skin, while it turned green, became firm and supple.  Her joints became
smooth, and the bones stopped scraping against each other.  The color of
her hair flowed, as the hair writhed, changing from gray, to white, and
then to the color of the golden sun.  Her eyes, in a smooth face, with ruby
red lips, stared up at him, green as forest leaves.  Her arms, strong
again, crushed him to her chest.  Her pussy, strong and young again,
clasped his spurting prick almost painfully.

   "What have you done to me!" she moaned, lifting her head to see
unfamiliar, but remembered breasts, thrusting up off her chest.  Her green
eyes opened wide.  "Don't' stop, whatever you do, please don't stop!"

   "I could go forever," panted Pinocchio, even though he knew that wasn't,
technically true any more.  As a puppet, he COULD have gone forever, but as
he became more human, he felt the drain of energy that human muscles
extract.

   "WHEEEEEEEE" squealed the suddenly voluptuous, and beautiful woman
beneath him, as he grew another three inches.

   He didn't go forever, but the wonder of what was happening under him
helped him go for another ten or fifteen minutes.  The woman began
shuddering through orgasm after orgasm as her newly young body took
advantage of lost, but remembered feelings.  When he spurted in the woman
again, her howl of joy could be heard in the next county.

   Finally, Pinocchio lay tiredly on the satisfied woman.  His prick was
still stiff as a board, which, I suppose, it actually was.

   "I'm Dorothy," she panted, staring at him, "and you have done me a
service worthy of a queen."

   "It was my pleasure," he said, immediately shrinking three inches.

   "Ohhhh," Dorothy said, sadly.  "I suppose all good things must come to
an end."

   "That's true," said Pinocchio, shrinking another three inches.

   "I fear I have fallen in love with a puppet," mused Dorothy.  "You must
do this with me again, I beg you."

   "I'd be happy to," said Pinocchio, who shrank even more.

   "Get up!" whined Dorothy.  "I want to stand on legs that ache no more."

   Pinocchio did, and Dorothy bounded up off the bed.  She was almost
heart-stoppingly beautiful, despite the green tinge to her skin.  She
danced and whirled, leaping three feet into the air.  Her joy was so
unbounded that she ran from the cottage, turning somersaults, laughing and
singing.  Pinocchio watched as she ran, still stark naked, down the lane.

   Pinocchio examined his arms, which now had pores on them, like a real
human arm.  He looked at the seven inch penis jutting from his pants.  It
was still grainy and wooden looking.  That was fine with him.  He poked at
his arm, and saw that his finger made a depression.  He WAS becoming more
human with each tryst!

   ==================================

   When Pinocchio got home, and showed his body to his father, Gepetto was
astounded.  He didn't understand what was happening, and Pinocchio told him
his theory.

   "You have lain with a woman?" came Gepetto's astonished cry.

   "Three times!" said Pinocchio.  He didn't think the wood nymph counted,
since she was now a tree.

   "I just see how this works!" cried Gepetto.

   Gepetto, being a solitary man, and not all that good looking, thought
and thought, but knew no women who might agree to lie with a puppet,
regardless of how human-like the puppet looked.  The only woman he knew
well enough to ask was his sister, Marna, who lived on the other side of
town, with her husband, a merchant, and her daughter, Elizabeth.  Taking
Pinocchio in hand, he dragged his creation out of the shop.

   =====================================

   "But that would cheating," cried Marna, as her brother explained what he
wanted her to do.

   "Not really," said Gepetto.  "He is, after all, merely a puppet."

   "He doesn't LOOK like a puppet," said Marna, admiring the six foot tall,
muscular looking boy with Gepetto.

   "See his painted hair?  See the spots of red I painted on his cheeks? 
Pinocchio, show her your member!"

   Pinocchio pulled out his penis, which was obviously some kind of smooth,
finely grained wood.  Marna stared at it.  Her husband's was, on a good
day, three or four inches long.  This one was seven inches, and already
hard as could be!

   "What if my husband comes home?" she asked, her eyes glued to
Pinocchio's cock.

   "I'll stand watch," said Gepetto.  "I can see down the street, and if I
see him coming, I'll warn you in time to fix your clothing."

   "You'll be here? ...  in the room? ...  with us?" His sister blushed.

   "Did I not see you unclothed when we swam as youths?" he said.  "Please
do this for me sweet Marna.  I have a theory I'm testing out."

   Pinocchio had left a few things out when he told his father about his
induction into ...  manhood ...  if that's the right word.  He'd left out
that his penis grew when he lied.  He'd left out that every woman he'd
fucked had turned green.  He'd left out that his sap seemed to have some
magical property to it.

   So, when Marna, consumed with lust, at the thought of having something
that big in her, dropped her dress and said she'd do it, Pinocchio looked
at it like all the other situations he'd been in like this.  He knew women
wanted him to lie to them while he fucked them, because that made him
bigger, and they all seemed to like that.

   Gepetto remembered how his sister looked naked, from the very times he
had mentioned.  It hadn't occurred to him that she had grown quite a lot
since then.  When last he'd seen her milky white skin, she was twelve. 
Now, she was in the full blush of womanhood, lush and curvy.  Her rosy red
nipples were stiff with desire.  Gepetto felt something moving in his own
pants as he stared at her.

   "Don't stare at me, brother," she admonished him.  "You have the look of
a man who has desires."

   "Uh ...  well ...  you see ..." stammered Gepetto.

   "Never mind," she said, feeling the thrill every woman feels, when a man
appreciates her form, whether it's her brother or not.  "Come ... 
Pinocchio, is it? ...  come, Pinocchio, and fulfill your father's wish."

   Pinocchio, of course, was only too glad to lie atop Marna and slot his
seven inch woody in her clasping, warm pussy.

   "Ohhh my, that's nice," she moaned, as she was filled as never before.

   "No it's not," muttered Pinocchio.

   His prick grew three inches, and Marna's eyes flew open wide, mirroring
her mouth, as her womb was plundered.

   "How can this be?" she gasped.  "This is fabulous!"

   "Not at all," said Pinocchio, bending his neck to suckle at one of her
stiff nipples.

   Marna was suddenly skewered on a thirteen inch long, impossibly stiff
wooden joy-stick.  She gurgled, now, unable to express the amazing feeling
of being completely, and totally fucked.  Her body shuddered as his wooden
prick smashed her clitty, and she flopped under him as she came harder than
she'd ever cum before.

   They'd completely forgotten about Elizabeth, who had been taking a nap,
and who was awakened by her mother's cries of unbounded joy.  She came from
her bedroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, to find a six foot tall
handsome young man lying atop her naked, and writhing mother.  Being a
curious girl of sixteen summers, she had peeked at her parents while they
made the two-backed beast, so she knew what was going on.

   "Mommy!" she objected.  "That's not father!"

   "No," gasped her ecstatic mother.  "He ...  certainly ...  is ...  not!"
she panted.

   Pinocchio, hearing a strange voice, lifted his body to look.  Half of
his prick slid out of Marna with a wet sluicing sound.  Elizabeth stared at
the thing poking into her mother, and felt a strange warmth between her
legs.  Her hand went to push against her chemise, which she had slept in.
She watched, as the man on top of her mother began lunging into her, and
then pulling out to expose an impossibly long penis.  Her mother's shrieks
of joy made it plain that what was happening was to her immense
satisfaction.

   "Do you wish for my sap?" panted the man.

   "Ohhhh yeeessssss," moaned Marna.

   The man grunted, and Elizabeth watched as her mother's skin took on a
faint greenish hue, as if she were going to throw up.  But she didn't act
sick.  Her hips bucked up at the man, and her arms went around him to hold
him close as the tip of his prick, fully inserted in her womb, created a
small, brown-skinned wood nymph in her.  This one was a boy, and it fairly
burst into existence, fully formed, and large enough that there was no
longer any room in the organ for Pinocchio's prick.  Elizabeth watched, as
the impossibly long thing came out of her mother, and the man got up off
the bed.  Marna lay there, her belly bulging slightly, gasping for breath.

   Gepetto came to stare at his sister.  Her pussy was distended and
glistening with sticky pale juice.

   Marna's wild eyes went to her brother.

   "He stopped too soon," she gasped.  "I need more."

   What she meant was that she wanted Pinocchio again.  Gepetto can't be
blamed for thinking that, as he wanted her now, she also wanted him.  In a
thrice, his pants were around his ankles and he leapt on top of his sister,
to begin fucking her with abandon, and the energy of a man who hasn't had
sex in years.

   Elizabeth stared, first at her mother and uncle, and then at Pinocchio,
whose thirteen inch shaft was now pointing at her.  She felt a cramp, as if
she were entering her menses, even though it wasn't time for that.

   "Who are you?" she asked timidly.

   "My name is Pinocchio," he said.

   She realized now that he was just an exceptionally large boy, rather
than a man, and was, perhaps, only a year or two older than she was.  She
also noticed that, as he said his name, his penis shrank three inches.  It
didn't look quite so imposing now.  She felt a runnel of moisture run down
her inner thigh.

   "You fucked my mother," said Elizabeth, unable to think of anything else
to say.  Her mind was awhirl.

   "Yes, I did," said the boy.  "It was most fun."

   He shrank to seven inches.

   "Do you want me to fuck you too?" he asked.

   "How impertinent of the boy to ask so blatantly," thought Elizabeth.  On
the other hand, she was thinking seriously of saying "Yes!" Her mother had
obviously been having a lot of fun, and was having fun again with her
uncle.

   "I've never done that before," said the girl, staring at the seven inch
thing sticking from his pants.  "Why did my mother turn green when you
fucked her?"

   "It happens to women I fuck," said Pinocchio.  "It also makes their
breasts bigger."

   Pinocchio had never volunteered such truthful information before, and he
looked to see his penis was now only four inches long.  It was still hard
as could be, but shorter than usual.  He determined not to tell any more
truths, until he could counter with a lie or two.

   Elizabeth looked at the shortened thing.  THAT might actually fit inside
her.  She'd had a finger or two up in there before, and it seemed much too
small to take something like her mother had enjoyed.

   "Why did it get so small?" she asked.

   "I can't say," said Pinocchio.  Unfortunately, that was a truthful
statement, and his penis disappeared inside his pants.

   "Where'd it go?" asked Elizabeth, her eyes big.

   "To Paris!" blurted Pinocchio.

   His penis promptly appeared again.

   "Would you be gentle with me?" asked the girl softly.

   "Assuredly!" said Pinocchio.

   He was seven inches long again instantly.

   Elizabeth, with the wisdom of a woman, harbored some doubts about that.
She had seen him pounding that huge thing in and out of her mother on the
bed.

   "Go sit in that chair," said the girl.

   When he did, she approached him, straddling him to sit on his lap, where
she could control things.

   Or so she thought.

   She lifted her chemise, to bare a beautiful sexual cleft that was
sparsely haired with strands almost the same color as the penis pointing at
it.  Ever-so-carefully, she nudged her cleft onto the blunt tip of the
stiff rod, and eased her way onto it.

   It was delightful.

   She sat, enjoying the feeling of being comfortably filled.

   That wasn't doing much for Pinocchio, though she did feel warm and wet
all around him.  He thought about what he might be able to do, in this
situation, and leaned back.

   "I hate this," he said, and grew three inches.

   Elizabeth felt herself suddenly filled to overflowing, as her cervix was
butted by the blunt tip of his penis.

   "I love this," he said, and his penis pulled back.

   "I hate this ...  I love this," he said, and his penis advanced and
withdrew.

   He found that he could fuck the girl without even moving.

   "I HATE this!" he grunted, and the force of his lie made him grow four
inches, this time, instead of the usual three.

   "I love this," he said, and withdrew.

   Elizabeth was astonished at the feelings of his advancing and
withdrawing prick.  She didn't have to do a thing, and it felt fantastic.

   "I know you're confused, right now," she panted, "but I know I love
this."

   Pinocchio set up a chanting rhythm.  "Hate this ...  love this ...  hate
this ...  love this ...  hate this ...  love this."

   Elizabeth felt something new happening in her belly, as her very first
orgasm washed over her and she draped her upper body over Pinocchio's.

   "I loooooovvveee this," she moaned.

   Pinocchio was now as excited as he'd ever been while lustily pounding a
woman.

   "Hate ...  love ...  hate ...  love ...  hate ...  love" he said, faster
and faster until he felt the sap rising.  With a final "HATE THIS!" his
prick breached Elizabeth's cervical lips, and he spurted in her womb.

   Another wood nymph, this one a female, came into being inside the young
girl, as her skin turned a creamy shade of green, and her belly swelled.

   Chapter 3

   "WHAT HAS HE DONE TO US?" shrieked Marna as she surveyed their green
skin and bulging bellies.  "HE HAS RUINED US BOTH!"

   Gepetto, dreamily satisfied after delivering his spunk into his sister's
pussy, frowned.  "I don't know," he said, truthfully.  "I wasn't aware this
would happen."

   "WELL IT DID!" cried his sister.  "My husband will know instantly that
I've been untrue to him, and that our daughter is soiled!"

   "Come home with me," said Gepetto, for lack of a better idea.  "Leave
him a note that says you've gone to visit our parents."

   "They're dead and buried, you fool!" she moaned.

   "A friend, then, from your childhood," said Gepetto.

   "Very well," she snorted.  "But you must find some way to undo this!"

   "I will, I will," said Gepetto, having no idea how he'd do that.

   ==================================

   The note was written, and the women, shrouded in shawls, hurried behind
Gepetto and Pinocchio, to Gepetto's shop.  By the time they got there,
their bellies were even more swollen.  both women felt strange, lusty
feelings as well, that could not be ignored.

   Gepetto said he'd go out and try to locate a witch, or sorcerer who
could undo the spell laid upon the women by his son.  As soon as he left,
Marna tore off her clothes.

   "Again," she demanded, lying back on Gepetto's bed.

   "Sit on him, mother," said her daughter, also disrobing.  "He can do the
most amazing things, without even moving."

   "It would be more comfortable," said Marna, her hands smoothing over her
green, swollen abdomen.

   Pinocchio undressed, this time, and both women admired his corded
muscles.  Marna mounted him, and sank down happily.

   "You're smaller this time," she said.

   "That's because I hate this so much," said Pinocchio.

   "Ahhhh, that's better," sighed Marna.

   Pinocchio set up his chant again, and Marna wiggled on top of him in
ecstasy.  Her daughter's fingers probed violently at her own sex.

   "Hurry up, Mamma," moaned the girl.  "I ache to have him in me again."

   This time, when Pinocchio spurted, the wood nymph in Marna's belly grew
to three times his original size, and suddenly, her belly protruded as if
she were eight months along.  Her hands had been resting on that belly, and
she felt it swell as she had an orgasm.

   She was pushed off by her daughter, who climbed onto Pinocchio's naked
shaft, and in a few minutes, her belly was competing with her mother's.

   Marna, by now, had turned a deep shade of leafy green, and she waddled
around the bed, as she watched her daughter's body transform before her. 
It occurred to her that this curse, which is surely what it was, might
advance to it's obvious conclusion, if only she mounted the boy again. 
Perhaps that would resolve the situation.

   So, when her daughter rolled happily to lie beside Pinocchio, she tried
to get on the bed again.  She was too gravid to do so comfortably.

   "Take me from behind," she panted, pulling at Pinocchio.  He got up and
she leaned onto the bed, supporting herself with her hands.  Her dark green
breasts hung down.

   Pinocchio looked first, and felt better seeing that her bare feet were
good, solid planks.  He didn't think his father would be happy if he turned
Marna into a tree inside the house.

   She bucked against him, moaning, and begged him for his sap, which he
happily gave her.  Her breasts began to drip green drops, and her belly
dropped lower as she felt the first pangs of birth.

   "Enough!" she cried, and rolled onto the bed, her legs splayed wide
open.

   Elizabeth lifted her head as her mother began to cry out, contractions
coming rapidly and pushing the bulge in her belly lower.

   "Help me," she cried weakly, as something bulged suddenly from her
distended, dark green pussy lips.

   Elizabeth, having seen babies being born before, scrambled up and, with
some difficulty because of her own gravid condition, reached to grasp at
the leafy head that suddenly popped out of her mother's birth canal.  Her
mother gave a great push, and Elizabeth gave a tentative tug, and, quite
suddenly, a little brown boy popped out of her mother, to lie upon the bed
covers.  He opened dark green eyes, blinked, and began to whimper.

   Elizabeth picked him up, feeling his woody skin, that still felt supple,
somehow.

   "He's beautiful," she sighed, looking into the little boy's face.  She
put him on her mother's chest, like she had seen the midwives do with other
babies that were born.

   Marna looked with slightly fascinated and slightly horrified eyes at
what had come from her loins.  She was about to push it off her, when it
latched onto a nipple and sucked.  The sweet pain was so comforting that
she had to hold the tiny thing.

   She could therefore see both the child, and her arms, as it sucked
lustily.  The tiny body grew before her very eyes, and the green tinge in
her arms faded as it did so.  When the little boy looked up at his mother's
face, and his eyes, now some shade between green and violet, locked onto
hers, she felt love that she couldn't deny.

   It switched nipples, and kept growing, until what she held in her arms
was the equivalent of a two year old child, though one that had greenish
brown skin, and appeared to be wearing a crown of leaves on his head.

   Finally her breasts were empty, her skin only faintly tinged with green.

   "Mamma," said the boy.

   "Oh me, oh my," sighed Marna.  "Whatever shall I do with you?"

   She looked at her arms.  She looked almost normal.  Her head turned to
take in the green skin and swollen belly of her sixteen year old daughter.

   "Quickly," she said.  "Fuck him again."

   Pinocchio, amazed by what he'd seen, and somehow inordinately proud to
have fathered this handsome young thing in Marna's arms, eagerly mounted
Elizabeth from behind, and pounded her mercilessly as she squealed her
appreciation.  Then he seeded her again, and watched a repeat of what had
happened to Marna.

   Marna handed him his son, who looked up with solemn eyes and said
"Pappa!", while she delivered her daughter of a little wood nymph girl, who
was just as beautiful as her son, which would be Elizabeth's ...  brother.
Would that make the two wood nymphs cousins?  They had the same father, and
would, under those circumstances be brother and sister, or half-brother and
half-sister.  It made her head hurt, so she stopped trying to figure that
out, as she lay the little girl on her daughter's breast, and watched the
transformation take place.

   Elizabeth sighed with pleasure as her swollen breasts delivered the
green milk that would make her daughter grow so rapidly, and leach the
green from her own skin at the same time.

   ============================

   An hour later, Gepetto returned, sad that he had not found any solution
to the problem.  He was shocked to find two toddlers, toddling around his
shop, cooing and laughing as they played with each other.  His sister,
niece, and son were all sitting in chairs, stark naked, watching the little
ones.  He noticed that his sister and niece glowed with happiness, and were
only slightly green.

   "What has happened?" he gasped.

   "With repeated ...  treatments ...  from your son's wonderful penis, we
gave birth!" said Marna, standing.

   The little naked wood nymph boy toddled to his mother and reached his
arms up.  His fingers were like twigs.  She picked him up, and his mouth
went for her breast.  She sat, holding him happily while he sucked. 
Gepetto stared as he grew visibly while he emptied both breasts, until he
appeared to be a six year old.

   The other wood nymph, a beautiful little girl, copied the boy, sucking
at Elizabeth's breasts, until she, too, had grown.

   "Their development is fantastically advanced," said Marna, setting her
son on his feet.  He ran and jumped, and then turned around.

   "I know more words," he said, clearly.

   "It must be part of the magic," said his mother.  "At the rate you're
growing, you'll be a young man by the time you've fed three or more times."
She looked at her arms, which were ivory colored again.

   "What shall I do then, Mamma," he asked.

   "I think you are a wood nymph," said Pinocchio, suddenly.

   "You're my father," said the little boy, staring with eyes that were
close to violet.

   "I am," said Pinocchio.  His penis shrank as he said it.

   The boy looked down.  He had a twig sprouting from his loins.  "I have
one of those too, Pappa," he said.

   "Yes," said Pinocchio.  "And you must be careful how you use it," he
said.  His penis shrank even more.  "I'm so sad about what has happened,"
he said.  He sighed as his penis grew.  This was going to be something he'd
have to manage carefully.

   "If you're a wood nymph," said Marna sadly, "then you'll have to go off
and live in the forest when you're grown."

   "What's a forest?" asked Elizabeth's daughter, from her lap.

   "A place where great trees grow, and need loving," said Marna, somewhat
sadly.  "Your lot is to love, and care for those trees."

   "What's a tree?" asked the boy.

   "We'll show you later," said Marna.  "For now, let us love you, while
you're still young.  You can learn to love the trees by learning to love
us."

   "I already love you, Mamma," said the boy, climbing on her lap.

   ===============================

   By evening, both wood nymphs had grown to be four feet tall, and had the
beautiful lines of a human being just entering puberty.  Their hair had
thinned, but was still leafy green.  Their skin was a mottled collection of
browns and greens that would make them almost impossible to see, once they
were among the forest growth.

   "What's my name?" asked the girl, whose breasts had grown to round
mounds on her chest, with acorn shaped and acorn colored nipples.

   "I shall call you Willow, my sweet," sighed Elizabeth.  "For the
beautiful Willow tree down by the stream behind our house."

   "And I shall call you Hickory," said Marna, to her son.  His penis
looked like a penis now, instead of a twig, and was hard, though he paid it
no real attention.  "For the strong Hickory tree that stands not far from
the Willow tree."

   "I feel the urge to see a tree," said Willow.

   "Come, suck from Mamma's breasts one last time," said Elizabeth sadly,
"and we will show you the tree for which you are named."

   Hickory went to Marna too, and stood, as she stood.  He was too large,
now, to sit on her lap while he sucked, but his mouth was at the perfect
height when she stood.  Both women looked skyward as their skin took on a
normal hue, and their children grew another six inches.

   ===============================

   It was dark, now, but the children were still covered with the shawls
that the women had worn earlier, as they went to the stream.

   Willow threw off her shawl, her teenaged body breathlessly beautiful as
she stared at the tree, with its hanging slim branches.

   "It's so beautiful," she sighed.  She went to it and embraced the trunk.
"I want to stay here forever."

   "You may," sobbed Elizabeth.

   Hickory went to his tree, and climbed it gracefully, standing on a
branch as the wind swayed the tree's branches.

   "And I here," he said, stroking the bark of the tree.

   Marna called them back to her.

   "People will not understand you," she said.  "You must keep yourselves
hidden from all but we four," she said, waving her hand at the humans
present.  "Will you do that?"

   "Yes, Mother," said Hickory dutifully.  "May we still play with each
other?"

   "Of course," said Marna, tears running down her cheeks.  She kissed her
son on his woody lips, as Elizabeth did the same.

   "What was that?" asked Hickory, his violet eyes shining.

   "That is a kiss, my dear, and it shows I love you."

   "I like kissing," he said, leaning up to kiss her again.

   Marna felt a dangerous thrill as his lips caressed hers.  She had
learned her lesson, and pulled back.

   "You must kiss only Willow," she said hurriedly.

   =================================

   Wood nymphs are lusty creatures, naturally so, and by the time the three
humans and one puppet backed away from the grove, Hickory and Willow had
learned there was more that was fun besides kissing.  The humans watched as
Hickory mounted Willow's young body and he began the dance that all
creatures love.

   =================================

   It was a subdued group that returned to Gepetto's shop.

   "They'll be happy there," he said, noting the tears on his sister's and
niece's cheeks.

   "I suppose so," said Marna.  "It wasn't so bad after all ...  this curse
Pinocchio has abut him." She glanced at the puppet, and at the front of his
pants.  She was remembering how he had filled her, in more ways than one.

   "Does that mean you'll let me fuck you again?" Pinocchio asked,
hopefully.

   "Perhaps," said Marna, feeling a thrill in her empty loins.  "We'll have
to plan such trysts very carefully, though, and not too frequently.  I feel
the sadness of a mother whose child has flown the nest."

   "Me too, Mother," said Elizabeth anxiously.  "I could never leave home
now, and make you feel that pain."

   "You must, some day, my child," said her mother.  "You'll want to have a
baby to keep, as long as I have gotten to keep you."

   Elizabeth was also remembering the delights of Pinocchio's woody prick.
"If I can do what we did to day ...  occasionally ..." she said, "perhaps I
could stay a bit longer than ...  otherwise."

   Marna looked at her daughter, now an experienced woman, and sighed.  She
knew that once this particular box was opened, it could not be closed
again. She looked at her brother.  His penis hadn't been so magnificent,
but it was still larger than her husband's.

   "Maybe your dear uncle will be willing to feed the flames in your
belly," she said, looking coquettishly at Gepetto.  "and mine as well."

   Gepetto's jaw dropped.  After what he'd seen, he though the women would
hate him forever.  Now, both women were looking at him with hungry eyes.

   "Perhaps," he gasped.

   "I think we should start now," said Elizabeth.  "We can't go home until
at least tomorrow.  Our ...  visit ...  would take at least that long."

   ==================================

   That night, while Pinocchio lay alone, and feeling sorry for himself, in
his own bed, Marna and Elizabeth made up for all the years Gepetto had gone
without a woman.  The seed he spurted in each of them didn't turn their
skin green, and didn't make their bellies swell, though, in months to come,
it would do the second part to both of them.

   =================================

   Gepetto became a wealthy and sought after man in the years to follow. 
He closed his puppet shop, or more correctly renovated it, hanging out a
shingle with the sign of the Druid on it.  Druids had long vanished from
the world, but there were those who pined for the past, and were
self-styled in the role of the vanished nature lovers.  Word got around
that, for the right price, amazing things could be experienced in Gepetto's
dark and mysterious place of business.

   Women came to him on vacation, only one or two a month at first, but
word spread, and the visits of the women, of all stations in life, became a
trickle.  For a price, they would be taken to a retreat, deep in the
enchanted wood, where, in a twenty-four hour period, they would be allowed
to experience passion and ecstasy beyond their dreams, as well as the magic
of creating a real, live wood nymph.

   Eventually, word spread to the authorities, who didn't believe the
tales, but harassed Gepetto anyway, and closed his shop.  He disappeared
off, into the enchanted forest, and became much harder to find.

   =============================

   In the end, there came to be a small settlement, of sorts, something of
an abbey, or perhaps a cloister, composed of some three dozen women, true
believers that they were making the world a better place, as they
replenished the forest's depleted stock of wood nymphs.  A dozen men,
perhaps, were allowed in, to satisfy the women, while they rested from
their labors ...  to dally with them, and, perhaps, to create fully human
children, who might grow up in that cloister, and replace their parents
some day.

   The forest thrived, and became almost impenetrable again.  Only a wench
so lusty that her determination overcame the toil of thrusting between
branches found her way to the little group, whereupon she was introduced to
a six foot tall man, with wavy black hair, and deep green eyes.  Such women
were heard to moan and screech their joy to the branches as they were
indoctrinated into the community.

   Others would gather, their naked bodies gleaming in the sun, or perhaps
the moonlight, as they coupled too, thrusting in time with the faint calls
from Pinocchio's lodging ...

   "Love ...  hate ...  love ...  hate ...  love ...  HATE...AHHHHHHHHH!"
















   
