(Gross) Tharja Eats a Christmas Tree

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Tharja had no way to explain away this nightmare. Even if she explained the truth, that one of her love spells had backfired horribly and mistakenly infused her with an all encompassing need to do this ridiculous act AND given her an enchanted form to physically be able to do it, it wouldn’t spare her the embarrassment. No, here she was, the most sought after dark mage in Plagia for both her power and her form… impaling her face against the top end of a pine tree, happily swallowing it whole.

Damn that old tome! How could it possibly let her cast something so ridiculously off kilter from her goal!? She could only lament her foolishness as her cursed, inhuman throat stretched around the rough wood of the conifer and its prickly pine needles. Tharja was expecting this to hurt. Really, that seemed hardly like a strange assumption given she was packing inedible wood into her maw. But no, the demonic strength powering her digesting system and mouth found the task not the slightest bit uncomfortable. No, the elder dragon stomach she’d hexed herself with was making eating something as horrid as a tree taste like biting toffee. The glass ornaments outright tasted like sprinkles! It almost was an enjoyable sensation like stuffing her face with christmas cookies. Then she remembered the whole “oh, it’s a goddamn christmas tree” part and the absolute humiliation resumed.

More and more of the festive plant fell into her gluttonous maw, every fixing and bit of tinsel slamming down her insatiable throat. Oh how badly wish Tharja wish she needed to hurl. What she wouldn’t give for some semblance of her body to recognize this as the ridiculous otherworldly act it was and spare her a single moment more of this shameful conifer consumption. It never came. She was out of control, stretching her jaw to the point of nearly breaking, choking more and more down like an anaconda. How she could chew the tough wood was a mystery. How her body could even contain it in a modest stomach bulge that looked no worse than a pregnancy was unreal.

In mere minutes, it was over. Tharja had eaten the tasty Tannenbaum and left nothing but naked presents exposed for her fellow units. How she’d ever rid the camp of this memory would be an ordeal. A mind control spell? Forceful amnesia? Should she just finally kill them all?

Tharja didn’t have much time to worry. Her gut soon quaked to remind her eating enormous flora was no easy task for human bowels, even when hocked up on ungodly ancient magic. A quaking gut rapidly progressed to intense stomach pains, then to a sudden pressure much farther down her system. A pressure that grew exponentially quickly, in a second transitioning from a mild urge to an unbearable demand to crouch, squat, and make a present in her tights..

Tharja’s asshole blossomed wider than it’d ever stretched before, expanding to an insane radius of almost half a damn foot in length to unleash the beast inside her! A huge column of freshly, ruthlessly processed shit came spiralling out of her with unparalleled speed. Into her sad excuse for undergarments it all crackled and shifted, rapidly turning the clothing into a sad excuse for a diaper. Her ass was sagging full in seconds. Shit came trailing down her thighs before even a dozen seconds had elapsed. Tharja was forced to the ground, to poop herself sitting in her own mess, just to stop the huge bulging brown slop from splitting her tights open.

It all just kept coming. A tree’s worth of matter hand been shoved into her body, a pine’s worth of fiber would be coming out. She sat there frustrated and annoyed, unable to do much more than wait for the obnoxious, butt-breaking stream of steaming hot yule logs to stop parting out of her into her own wardrobe. There was absolutely no way this could get any worse…

Well, if someone walked in on her wrapping presents in her panties, that’d be the absolute worst. She’d never live it down if some loudmouth went screeching about how Tharja had turned their holiday cheer into byproduct from her rear. Perhaps she’d just have to dispose of any sudden onlookers the same way she dealt with that obnoxious, horrendous, delicious christmas tree...