Patreon Prompt 297 (Patreon)

Prompt: A guy finds himself turning into a female ogre ala Shrek and Fiona after getting lost in a swamp. Once transformed, she starts acting like Shrek at the beginning of the first movie with all the gross stuff like bathing in mud and burping to make a fire.

   The life of a surveyor wasn’t a glamorous one. Chris was very aware of this fact as he very carefully tiptoed through a swamp that had seemingly appeared overnight. Though his years at the job had given him a knack for traversing unsteady footing, he couldn’t help feeling a presence in the back of his mind that kept trying to get him to leave. Giving just a little too much attention to this thought led to his foot being caught on a root to send him tumbling into the murky mire below.

   Splashing into the dirty water, Chris rose back up with his entire body covered in mud. Spitting out a mouthful of dirt, he barely noticed the change of tone in his voice as he focused solely on trying to clean himself off. As he continued to wipe the muck away, his eyes bore witness to a sheen of green gradually making its way across his skin. Once the creeping color made its way to his mid-section, the hard abs he had gained over the course of his career were replaced with a chubby, green gut. A similar phenomenon occurred with his backside as it developed a pair of plump butt cheeks that tore asunder his pants and underwear. Shivering at the sensation of his bare lower half, he was left completely unprepared as his top clothing was burst off by the emergence of a new pair of hefty, green boobs hanging from his chest.

   As Chris reached out to give his new tits a squeeze, a single pinch of his green fingers against his nipples sent a spark through his mind. As if being driven by instinct, he purposefully started to spread the dirt across his green skin. Sliding his palms across his head made sure the grime was intermixed with his long strands of red hair and completely encased the pair of trumpet-like ears sticking out of the sides of his skull. Moving across his bosom and belly, he reached down to thoroughly scrub his newly formed womanhood.

   Nearly finished with her daily bath in the swamp, Chriona capped it off with a bubbling fart erupting from her thick backside. In addition to ensuring that the female ogre was surrounded by her own, pungent musk, the flatulence summoned forth a group of dead fish to float up to the service for easy pickings. Gathering up her lunch for the day, the ogre climbed her way out of the muck to dry herself off and grasp as the dirty, green dress that had been left out for her.

   After squeezing her body into her well-worn gown, Chriona made her way through the trees to return to her makeshift hut in the depths of the swamp. Smirking at herself as she admired the signs she had made telling people to stay away, she kicked open the front door of her home and headed inside. Dumping her fish onto a table, she lit a match and approached the fire place. Beating against her stomach, she managed to summon up a sizable burp that spread the flames across the hearth. Grinning from ear to ear as she watched her pot begin to boil, she turned her attention back towards the fish to begin preparing herself for a peaceful dining experience in the privacy of her own swamp.