A little story about a monster girl who finds her place in life with the help of a little Imp

This was an idea I've had in my head after reading a couple of other stories and I figured it'd be a nice thing to work on. It ended up being longer then I expected though, so enjoy

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The sun shone down through the canopy of trees in the jungle as rays of light rained in between the foliage and landed on the forest floor. It had been a relatively quiet day in the area where monsters of all called roam, and a place where different creatures called home. Slimes, Goo creatures, Lesser Imps and Goblins, Feral Wolves, Bears, and the occasional Lion all called this place home. The ecosystem was unique, just like the many lands that could be found both near and far from the luminescent jungle. It had a certain calling to it, beckoning both adventure's, traders, all travelers alike that found a need to journey into the deep rooted vines and leaves. Yes this concoction of spontaneous travelers and the residents that merely wished to protect themselves, their home, or simply looking for a fight could lead to a multitude of events, but today there was something different, something new venturing into the forest, yet something familiar.

Leaves rustled near the jungle floor before parting to reveal a creature of unknown origin. Through the eyes of someone of this world you would not know how to describe it, at least not in the sense of something already discovered. It was, at the very least, of monster origin as it's skin was that of a rich, vibrant green that had a bit of shine to it. It was of humanoid nature, it's body sculpted with soft curves to give itself a feminine charm.

“So...hungry...”the creature spoke, it's hoarse dry and weak. It fell down to it's knees in the shade of the jungle. “I....I've got to find...something to eat.” the creatures frame was weak, almost skin and bone really if it had any bones at all. The green fluorescent skin it had was also rather transparent, and there was clear to see that no bones were visible in the monsters body. A soft rustle caught the creatures attention as it turned it's head weakly to see a red skinned creature stumble out of the bushes. It was a Lesser Imp, a demonic like creature that was adorned n body marks, no doubt signifying that it was part of some kind of tribe. The creature stood just a hair short of 4'0, dwarfed by most of the residents that called the jungle home. Imps were known to live and work in pacts so for an imp to go off on their own most have been a sign of either rebellion, or easy prey. The imp gawked at the strange creature that was basically dying before it, not quite sure what to make of it.

“Please...” came the creature's meek voice. “Please...w-...water.” The creature reached out in a begging manner to the imp, almost pleading now as for something to sustain her. The imp stepped forwardly wearily as it clutched the satchel that clung to it's side. It wasn't odd for one of the many predators to use tricks to deceive imps in to slay them for food and as a result of evolution a group mentality had been formed. The imp stood in hesitation at it eyed the creature. Never had it seemed anything like this alien species roam around the trees. The imp could feel that there was no sense of danger though as it knelt down beside the strange monster and reached into the leather satchel that it carried. Small red hands pulled out a makeshift flask of sorts, the outer shell of one of the native fruits used as a container. The imp knelt down and raised the head of the mysterious monster off the ground, noting her light weight. Now that the Imp had a closer look he could see just how frail this monster was, almost as if she was about to wilt and could be blown away by the wind. Even with his diminutive size the smaller monster could easily hold her up With her head tipped back he let the water in his flask pour down her throat. The monster took small sips for a moment before completely sucking down the precious liquid, clenching onto it as an infant would to its bottle. It pried the flask away from the Imp and downed the liquid. The Imp fell back in surprise as it watched the creature's body flex and inflate almost. No, it was actually growing, not by much, but the monster definitely didn't look as if it's body would get kicked up by the wind and fly around like a dustbowl anymore. Where was once a frail frame was now an average body, the curves still soft and slightly accentuated. It's arms looked more healthy and less boney, it's face fuller now as well. Even it's skin and bulb looked healthier, a more vibrant and rich green and a solid looking bulb made the creature resemble a plant that had just sprouted from the ground.

“Ah...that's so much better.” said the monster. It slowly stood, with the help of the Imp and stretched it's legs. “Oh little guy you were such a great help.” said the monster as it knelt down and patted the Imp on the head. The small creature giggled and chittered in it's own language as it's cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “Oh little creature thank you very much. I didn't expect to dehydrate like I did.” The Imp nodded at the comment and chittered something in it's own language.

“How did I end up here?” translated the plant monster. “Hmmm...” she stopped for a moment, folding her arms across her chest. “It's...hard to describe. I'm from a far away place, much farther then you could imagine really. It's a bit of a...mystical forest, yes that's the best way to put it.” she finished. The Imp cocked it's head to the side and looked at her confusingly as the plant monster sat there. “Hehe, it's probably hard for you to even understand. Well it's not much of where I'm from but more of what I am isn't it?” the Imp nodded, most curious about the species before it. It had never before seen such a creature. “Well...that to is hard to explain. Tell me, do you know what a Slime is?” The Imp nodded at the comment. Slimes were indigenous creature's all over the world and depending on where you were they acted a certain matter and were of a certain color. Due to the thick canopy of the jungle most Slimes were a dark shade of brown as the lack of sunlight and shade.

“Well you could say I'm a cross between a Slime an a Nymph. I gather energy from the forest like one.” It was rare to see Nymphs in the jungles of the world. While they were spirits of nature they were more often then not drawn to places with high quantities of mana. While this forest had a good amount of the energy there wasn't enough there to satisfy spirits. The Imp nodded at the explanation and said something in it's own tongue, asking specifically why she was here.

“You see I'm on a journey to find a new home.” said the creature. My old home...well I can't really go back there anymore. It seems humanity is at war near there and the forest has almost been sapped of all it's magic and luster. You see me and my kin are meager spirits, nowhere near as powerful as some of the other spirits that you could find. So instead of waging war against humanity we felt it would just be better to find new homes.” The Imp's expression turned somber as he looked at the Nymph. “Oh do not feel sad for me, my kin, or my home. In time the luster and mystic nature of the forest shall return, and spirits will flock there once more. As for me and my people we will carry our will to new lands, well I hope at least because I don't seem to be on a good track at the moment. I may have died if it wasn't for you little one.” she stated, planting a hand on the Imp's head and rubbing it affectionately. The Imp smiled, but stopped as it stood up quickly and running off. “Little one?” called out the Nymph. The Imp turned around and waved to the monster, a bush pulled back in it's free. The Imp chitted and chattered as it continued to motion for the Nymph.

“Well...I could use a guide through the jungle.” said the Nymph. She followed behind the Imp closely as the smaller creature led her through the dense jungle floor. The sounds of nearby birds squawking echoed through the trees as the two ventured deeper into the jungle. The further in they went the thicker the canopy became. The streams of light were growing thinner and thinner as they walked, the thick trees blocking out a bast majority of the sunlight. The Imp stopped dead in it's tracks before it sniffed the air, seemingly following a scent trail. It hesitated for a moment before finding the smell once again and taking off.

“Wait!” shouted the Nymph as she tried to follow behind. The much smaller Imp managed to dash through the bushes and away from the Nymph as she struggled to catch up.”Little on, wait for me!” she dashed through a clearing between two bushes before coming to a halt. The Imp stood on the hillside over looking a small village of sorts, but more importantly a clearing where the canopy opened up wide. The sun out in all of it's glory and letting it's rays bask over the small, impromptu homes.

“This is...your home?” asked the Nymph. The Imp nodded and reached it's hand out for the spirit. The Nymph took hold as the smaller monster led her down the hill and to the village. The place was much larger then it looked like it was, huts lined together to create space. There were no sense of roads or anything, but there were dirt walkways to give it a sense of one, no doubt the Imps had ventured into the nearby city to see how they had built it. The Nymph walked in hand with the Imp as more Imps came out to see this mysterious guest. The 'Little One' chitted to the others as a group had formed, no doubt explaining to them who the Nymph was and why the spirit was with him. She looked on and watched, noting that unlike some of the other Imps Little One had more marks on it's body compared to the others, not only that but it seemed to command the others attentions quite well.

“Excuse me Little One.” interrupted the Nymph. “Is this your village? Are these your people?” The Imp turned and chittered something as it rubbed the back of it's head. “Oh, I see. Well you seem to do a fine job as interim elder.” The Imp nodded before turning back and addressing it's people. The Nymph watched in fascination as they all waited on his words. Where she was from everything seemed to have an independent flow. Yes there were others like her, but they all tended to do things on their own. Of course they lived together as a community and did things as such, but where as the village seemed to listen to one and live in harmony, she and the others like her lived independent lives that somehow had meshed well together, she herself was a byproduct of that meshed life. Once Little One was done speaking the other Imps fled into their homes, coming back out with bowls, glasses, flasks, all holding water. They rushed and formed a line in-front of the Nymph, a young Imp standing before the forest spirit with a bowl in it's hand.

“Wait, this is...for me?” asked the Nymph as she looked at the line formed before her. Little One nodded approvingly at his people. Seemed the Imp had felt the Nymph may have still been thirsty. If she had traveled just as far as she say she did then surely she still most need water. “Why thank you so much!” she exclaimed as she graciously took the bowl from the small Imp lined up before her. She tilted her head back and downed the liquid, no doubt still parch from her journey. The bowl was rather big as she let the liquid flow into her mouth. The cool refreshing drink was like heaven to her body as she drunk, and in turn grew. The more she swallowed the more she grew. Bit by bit she grew a little taller, a little thicker. The Imps watched in awe as the Nymph's flat chest slowly inflated outwards, the water being absorbed and stored there almost. Once she had finished the bowl she stood around three inches taller, and her breast were a modest B-cup if they could be categorized. Silence fell over the area for a moment as everyone just looked at the mysterious creature, even Little One gawked in fascination. The Nymph raised a hand to her mouth and stifled a belch, her body a little softer, a little taller, a little thicker, and a little more bouncy now.

That was really refreshing, I needed that.” she responded by patting the smaller Imp on he head. The next person in line pushed the smaller Imp out of the way, offering up a flask similar to that of Little One's, but bigger. He looked a little older, his skin a rustier shade of red compared to the others. He presented his flask to the Nymph, down on bent knee to boot. “Oh...um, thank you.” she responded. It felt odd to have someone bow to her, but it may have just been a custom of the elderly here. She knocked back the flask like it was going out of style, gulping down the cool water. Just like earlier as she drunk her body noticeable widened, and and grew. As she drunk the Imps watched on as this strange creature before them grew right before their very eyes. Her figure grew more curvaceous as she drunk, more of her flesh sitting on her hips and thighs as they slowly inflated. Little One looked on in amazement with his people. Long gone was the scrawny, barely anything monster he had come across back in the jungles shambles. She looked much healthier now, and her figure was growing. She was easily almost two feet taller then him now if he had to estimate it, or at least getting close to it. She looked much more like a female as well. Compared to some of the travelers that braced through the jungle her curves and figure resembled each other fairly. Little One watched as flesh settled around her middle and pooled, her stomaching poking out a bit from all the water weight. The process continued for quite sometime, more Imps delivering her water, her consuming the water and expanding. With each offering she seemed to not only grow physically, but she seemed livelier, her face had rounded out nicely and when she smiled there seemed to be a glow about her. The bulb on her back seemed bigger even after sometime, leaves and flowers slowly starting to sprout from her back alongside the bulb. The Nymph grew and grew, eventually going from a leafy, frail frame, to a healthy one, then to an overly curvaceous one. She had grown thicker all over due to all the water seemingly being absorbed into her, her belly devolving into a nice thick roll of flesh. Her thighs and hips had widened graciously with each drink, going from stark nothing into a nice set that rounded out behind her, her gelatinous ass having a nice bit of jiggle to it. Her chest had swelled even bigger, the twin spheres looking like over ripened melons now as they jostled as she chugged down the last offering of water. She wiped her mouth clear of liquid as she looked down at the Imps,a solid two and a half feet taller then them now.

“Oh that was quite lovely.” she said as she marveled at her body. She turned and looked at herself, examining every new curve on her frame, even going as far as to slap her ass, sending a nice rippling jiggle through the flesh. “I couldn't thank you all enough for what you've done for me.” Little One approached and poked at her thigh. He could feel his finger sink into the plush green flesh like substance a bit, a small fold forming where his finger was. “And you!” The Nymph easily picked up the Imp and hugged him tightly, squishing him into her generous chest. “Oh Little One you literally saved my life. I wish I could repay you, you and your people somehow.” One of the older looking Imps chittered something, getting Little One's attention who was wedged between the Nymph's breasts. Little One turned with a bemused grin on it's face as he and the elder exchanged words. The Nymph looked on in amusement as the two held a conversation with one another, it seemed like there was something that may be of interest nearby for her? She had been able to roughly translate what they had said to her so far, but the more they talked the harder it became to decipher their language.

“What did he say was nearby?” she asked, getting everyone's attention once more. Little One spoke, noting something about a nearby lake. “Hmm...can you take me there?” asked the Nymph. Little One nodded as he reluctantly slid out of her grasp. He waved for her to follow as they exited the opposite end of the opening and back into the jungle. The journey deeper in the forest took less time then it took to get to the village, the two eventually coming across a small lake. Just like the opening where the village sat the jungle canopy opened wide enough to let the light flow in freely. To the north was a stream that more then likely led high inland, and to the south a river that ran down through the city.

“This is...” The Nymph stepped forward and knelled down by the lake bed. “The soil here is...bad. It's shifted so much. I honestly don't feel anything here. Little One, why does nothing call this lake home?” Little One began to chatter on about how the lake had become a sort of neutral ground in the jungle. Species used to fight over this land quite a bit a long time ago, including humans. The spot had lost some of it's luster due to the violence, and it's drained magic. Not even fish swam in the lake anymore as most of the materials in it had been stripped barren. The Imps used this place to get their water as it was much easier then going upstream and fighting with the other species, and going down stream and risk the chance running into humanity. Little One then stated that if she wished it, she could have this spot for her own.

“I see...Little One, you've done so much for me in the short time I've known you.” the Nymph said as she beckoned the Imp over to her. Little One walked near her, only to be grabbed and placed in her lap, her generous valley of a chest resting on his head. “You trusted me, and saved me. Brought me into your home and meet your people, and now you've given me a place to live if I so see it. For that I have to thank you somehow I just...” she stopped, prompting Little One to try and look up at her. She reassuringly petted him and smiled. “Leave this to me.” The Nymph took a deep breath, concentrating as the bulb on her back began to shift. It flex and grew, and grew until it finally blossomed into a myriad of flowers, a large blue one sprouting from the bud in the middle. She exhaled intensely as four tendrils formed from her back, sliding and slithering up into the air and danced around her. Little One fell off of her lap in surprise and watched in amazement as she controlled the tendrills easily, letting them slip and slide around her until they finally two of them planted themselves in the ground beside her, and the other two outstretching and landing in the water. The two tendrills in the water slowly began to suck the liquid in slowly, Little One watching the water flow through them and into the Nymph as she breathed in rhythmically. Just like earlier she began to grow, more flowers sprouting on her back as she grew up and out, emphasis on out. With the water being pulled in by the tendrills now and not through her mouth it seemed the extra water weight she once had now distributed through her properly, her vibrant green flesh growing lusher and deeper as it expanded. Her thick body grew thicker as she hummed a song to herself. Her body swelled, her face rounding out even more as her cheeks puffed up nicely. Her arms had thickened quite nicely, alone with her chest which had gone from overly modest melons to barrel sized jugs, propped up by a thickening stomach that was growing into a nice food baby, and into a nicer table muscle. A seam had appeared right on the middle of her stomach as it expanded outwards, resting on her thickening thighs. Little One watched as her hips flared out as she sat, growing wider and wider as she looked much more wide bodied compared to what she use to be. She sat back on her expanding ass, the water flowing there and making her cheeks thicken and soften with each couple of seconds.

Little One was in complete awe, never had he seen such a mystical sight, but he was in for an even bigger surprise. With the other two tendrils firmly planted in the earth, the Nymph let her own personal magic flow through, the soil growing richer around her and spreading out. Little One watched as flowers slowly started to sprout and bloom around him, a field of roses, blossoms, buttercups, and much more popping out of the grown, fully sprouted around him. He could feel the magic around him strengthen as he watched the Nymph's growth continue, looking now much more like a goddess of nature and fertility as her colossal frame was nothing he had ever scene. Her height had increased, topping her off close to 8'0, but her width was just something phenomenal. She was far wider then any of the thick trees that were in the jungle, and the glow and grace her body exuded really made her look like a Goddess. She had long since gone past overly curvy and entered the territory of fat if humanity were to see her. Her belly had ballooned and thickened nicely, holding up her overly impressive bust, the twin globes spouting dark green areola, her nipples thick and sensitive. Rolls formed on her sides, giving her thick love handles that scrunched up while she was seated. Her spare tire of a belly was truly overly-inflated, a nice compliment to the rest of her body. She sat on her ballooned tush, cushioned by not only the flowers that had sprouted under her ass, but her her fat ass, Her waist blended nicely into her thighs and hips in one go, her wide bodied a nice symbol of fertility.

She smiled as she felt the sun's rays fall on her, the energy in her body steadily increasing her growth. Her hair grow longer, draping down the sides of her face as flowers began to sprout across her body. Taller she grew, 9'0, Little One looking downright diminutive in her presence. The large flower on her back had grown even larger, accompanied by smaller buds and vines as she let her growing magic seep deeper into the earth, the lake almost feeling alive as she drunk more water. She swelled larger, growing fatter and healthier by the second as she took up more space by the lake-bed. She leaned back against a few trees, her bulk causing the thick barks to bend and crack as she got comfortable. She leaned back and hefted up her swelling chest, feeling the orbs squish against her arm and grow bigger, even a bit of liquid dripping from her nipples as they filled with a strange liquid. Little One was so engrossed in the sight before him that he hadn't noticed wild animals slowly come forth from within the jungle, their natural perception of magic drawing them in. She retracted the two tendrills that were in the water, the last bit of it dripping across the ground and helping the flowers grow even larger. Little One looked on in amazement as he saw the Nymph exhale lazily, a content look on her face. He had to strain pass the valley of flesh that was her chest to see her chubby face, a nice thick ring of flesh starting to develop around her neck to give her a double chin.

“Little One.” spoke the Nymph. “For as long as you and your people want this, I will call this place home.” she said as she let go of her chest, sending her breasts wobbling to and fro wildly. “I will pour my magic into this land, and keep you and your people safe for centuries to come. A sign of thanks from me, to you.”