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by Lubrican


Author'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 rewrite 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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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 a tree 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, good wood for furniture was still 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.

Over the years, most of the trees gradually lost their ability to speak. They couldn't pass that enchantment on when they sent seeds out into the world, and most of them eventually died. As for the rest, there was rarely anyone to talk to ... or at, as it were, and language not used is soon lost. On top of that, cross pollination had altered the genetic makeup of some trees. Of course Romero didn't know that. He couldn't know that, because genes hadn't even been discovered yet. The trees were still protected and tended, sometimes, by the wood nymphs, though they were a dying breed. Romero knew about wood nymphs, but only that should a beautiful wood nymph maiden beckon to him, he should avoid her. Men who answered the call were seldom seen again.

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 glad, because it was very old, and would yield much lumber. As he hefted his axe, 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. It never occurred to anyone that he might just be lonely, which, in fact, he was.

Master Cherry didnt care whether Gepetto was lonely or not. He saw an opportunity to unload his enchanted wood on the old geezer, and did so.

But, because Gepetto was lonely, when he began to craft his special marionette, and it spoke to him, he didn't mind all that much, though it was exceedingly strange. It didn't matter that he started on the head, because the wood spoke with no mouth. When he finished the eyes, they 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 partially finished wooden boy. Still, he had wanted to make this particular marionette for many years, and there WAS now someone to talk to, 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. That was because he didn't feel anything for the whores, and their impatience for him to be done and gone, and for his purse to be lighter, cooled his ardor.

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. Then 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 his 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 was 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 tried 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.

Now, here is where the story begins to stray from what you'll see if you buy the video. You see, the Fairy Princess was not, in fact, a Fairy Princess. She LOOKED like a Fairy Princess, but that was because of a spell she had cast on herself, which gave her her blue-haired appearance.

More, on that, later.

She 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.

Of course a wooden puppet can't be killed by hanging, no matter how badly you want it to be.

Instead, the Fairy Princess had him cut down and brought to her house, and placed in 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 protruded a foot into the air.

"Where did that come from?" asked Pinocchio.

"Where, indeed?" said the wide-eyed creature. 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.

There was a shimmering in the air around the princess, and her hair suddenly became lime green, and her skin a mottled brown.

"I am a wood nymph," said the girl, staring at the foot long wooden penis in front of her. "A while back I tired of taking care of trees, and wanted to live a more exciting life, so I made myself look like a Fairy Princess." She leered at the wooden projection in front of her. "But I still 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 nymph, 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 greenish-brown flesh above it. The tips of those appeared to have buds of some type on them, dark green 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 lime green, 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 nymph. 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 nymph 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 wood nymph's 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 wood nymph. "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 now no larger than the average penis. The wood nymph 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. And, of course, because he was made of wood ... but that was secondary. Or had been. Now it was her primary consideration.

"This will never do," grumped the nymph, 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 wood nymph 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 nymph 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 was also familiar with magic, and there had to be some kind of magic around this wooden boy, who could walk and talk. 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 nymph 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 nymph, 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 that felt even better.

"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 nymph 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 nymph 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 nymph. "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.

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 couldnt 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 nymph's 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 six 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 for him to do so. 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 eight inches. "I have no pants to wear." He shrank back to six.

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. Instead, her skin turned a pale green, 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 the equivalent to a three month old human fetus.

Pinocchio pulled his massive member from Lucinda's swollen belly. He examined his prick, which 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 into 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 Two

Gepetto had, indeed, been wondering where his creation was. He was quite angry with Pinocchio when the puppet 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 womens 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 ooohed 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 that 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 instantly 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. "Dont' stop, whatever you do, please don't stop!"

"I could go forever," panted Pinocchio, even though he knew that wasn't technically true anymore. 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 must 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. How was he to explain that, for the first time in a LONG time, he felt desires that were only vague memories from his younger days?

"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 joystick. 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. Now, not only were his old desires back, but his penis had been rejuvenated as well! He was fully hard, for the first time in years!

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 the 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.

	

Pinocchio

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter Three

"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, 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 very eyes. It occurred to her that this curse, which is surely what it was, might advance to its 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 on 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, also 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 onto 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 completely 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, though, 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 about 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 today ... 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!"

The End

