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As he stepped into the locker room, Todd wasn't sure if he really wanted to do this. Well, he did - It was one of the skinny deer's oldest fantasies - But the thought of really doing it, finally, filled him with fright and apprehension. He could hear a shower hissing water in the next room, but that wouldn't last long. He'd have to be quick about this.

He shook away the fear. It was just a moment of danger, then he'd be home free. He'd planned it all out the night before. The gym used cheap locks, which Youtube assured him could be opened with a screwdriver and tenacity. He'd get what he wanted, stuff it in a ziploc bag, and head home before anybody knew he was even there.

Scanning the room, he picked a locker at random and walked over. He glanced around one last time to ensure he was alone; Nothing. Slipping his tools from his pocket, he grabbed the padlock and began to work.

A second later, the lock clicked and fell open. He swung open the locker, and a wave of musk wafted out. He inhaled deeply, and his cock jumped with joy. Thick, rich B.O. inundated the contents of the locker, a pile of damp, sweaty clothing stuffed haphazardly into the small space.

Todd reached in and tried to untangle the mess. He'd have to sort through it to find something small enough to take home. His baggie was big, but not big enough for any of this, and he wasn't just going to run out carrying a bundle of someone else's clothes.

Todd grabbed the first item and pulled it out; It was huge! A blue Hawaiian shirt with a palm leaf pattern, big enough to be a dress on any normal-sized man. It was damp to the touch, soaked from collar to hemline with the effects of a hot summer's day.

A little voice in his head urged the deer to put it on, and, with a shiver, he did so. He noticed the tag as he swung it over his shoulders - 4XL! The owner was clearly a Big and Tall size, too - The bottom hung down to his knees! He could wear this to crossdresser's night at the club if he wanted, and nobody would bat an eye.

It wasn't the best quality shirt. There were tears and stains, a few buttons were missing... The owner might've popped them off as he grew. A low moan escaped Todd's lips, his cock throbbing against his pants. What kind of man would wear something like this?

Todd yelped as he broke from his fantasy, spinning around in a panic; Had someone come in? No, the room was still just as empty as before, only now, he had lost precious seconds in his heist. Tossing the shirt to the floor, he pulled out the next item, a matching pair of jogging pants. He tried not to focus on the massive sweat stains in both the front and rear, only glancing at the tag as he tossed it away - 6XL. He suppressed a shudder. The owner of this locker must never skip leg day, that was for certain.

He looked inside the locker. With the two biggest pieces out of the way, all that was left were a couple pair of socks, a crumpled up duffel bag, and... Todd's worried expression turned to a look of pure ecstasy. A jock strap. Light blue, no cup, a fitness logo on the band, and, he suspected, enough X's to make a porno.

Holding it up in the light, Todd could see the stains left by the owner. The previous owner, that is. Todd pressed it against his face, sniffing the stranger's ball sweat. His diamond-hard cock created a tent in his pants, aching for attention. The smell was intoxicating - So much so, that he almost didn't hear the shower turning off in the next room, and a set of heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

His heart nearly jumped into his throat. He actually jumped, before slipping on the clothing he'd so carelessly tossed on the floor, and grabbing the bench just in time to avoid a faceplant. There was no time to escape - The footsteps were coming closer and closer. There were only seconds if he didn't want to be caught and twisted into a pretzel as punishment.

There was nowhere to hide. The room was long, straight, and empty. The lockers were built into the walls, the only exits were the main door, which went into the gym lobby, and the door to the shower room. The only place he could possibly hope to remain undetected was

"The bench!" He whispered. They were low and wide, not the best hiding spot, but nobody would see him unless they were looking. Todd flopped down on his belly and rolled under, his antlers scratching against the gum-coated underside of the bench, just in time for the gymgoer to walk in.

Out from the shower room stepped a behemoth, but not the kind Todd was expecting. 400 pounds of damp, jiggling bear flesh, clad only in a towel and still dripping water from the shower, waddled into the room, looked around, and grunted. He began trudging purposefully toward the open locker, an angry expression on his face. Hopefully, his interest in the locker was only curiosity...

"Where the hell are my clothes?" The bear shouted, spinning around. He was standing right next to him; All he had to do was check under the bench, and he'd be having venison as a post-workout snack.

Todd gulped, both in fear and to suppress a retch. This wasn't his dream man. This wasn't his dream man at all. His thoughts drifted to the jockstrap, still clutched tightly in his fist - He' been sniffing some fatty's swamp crotch? And the track pants in his other hand, which he'd so willingly

The difference between good musk and bad musk is always in the eye of the beholder, or nose, in this case. And Todd, laying there under the bench, the smell he so savored had become the rankest, most vile stench ever to cross his nostrils. The strap in his hand was still wet, with old ballsweat soaking into his hand...

It was too much. He couldn't take it anymore! Todd slid out from under the bench and scrambled to his feet, tossing the fat bear's underwear back at him. There was a wet slap, and the bear shouted in anger, but Todd was already running.

The pervy little deer threw his head back and laughed in relief; He was home free. The door was only feet away. He'd be out of the gym and in his car by the time the fat fuck reached the front door. A damp piece of fabric slapped against his hand, and he remembered the stolen shirt he was still wearing. Moving his arms to shrug it off, he happened to look down. His eyes widened in surprise.

There was a bench standing right in front of him, and there was no time to change course. He'd have to hurtle it! The oversized Hawaiian shirt, now halfway down his arms, was a low priority, and as it slipped off of one arm, he didn't even notice.

He did notice a second later, when he took a final step before making his leap... Only for the shirt to get caught beneath his hoof, causing him to crumple to the ground. He lay there, groaning; The wind was knocked out of him. The bear's heavy footfalls stomped closer and closer, but there was nothing he could do.

Worse, he was pretty sure he'd chipped an antler in the fall. He ran his hand along the curve, and felt a little nick in the smooth surface. He sighed, but as a huge, dark shadow spread over him, he knew the little chip was the least of his worries.

The massive blob towered above him, a mountain of cellulite and slick fur. From his perspective, Todd could barely see the man's face, hidden behind his obese belly, which hung out over a foot in front of him. Todd began to rise, but the bear placed a paw on his chest and shoved him back down.

"It's, uh," Todd stammered, still wheezing from his fall and the pressure on his chest, "Not what it looks like?"

The bear didn't respond. Instead, he crouched down, until his fat face was just inches away from Todd's. The deer's little black nose wrinkled; He may have just showered, but he clearly hadn't brushed. Before Todd could share hygiene tips with him, however, the bear raised his hand, holding it up in front of his face. There was something blue in it, and it took a second for Todd's brain to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

"Ya like the smell, do ya, boy?"

Todd shook his head violently, but the bear just smirked and began lowering his dirty strap. His prisoner began thrashing, trying to throw him off, but Todd's weak upper body was no match for the bear's immense weight. For a second, a thought flitted across his mind - That maybe, he should've picked weightlifting classes instead of jogging - And the bear pushed his underwear into Todd's face.

"Pmrf! Preash!" He begged, sweat burning his eyes and causing his tongue to curl in disgust, but the bear just pushed down harder. Todd's arms were getting tired, and he finally let go of the bear's leg. There was no escape, and he knew it.

"No can do, kid," He said, smushing the underwear against the little buck's mouth, "You like wearing my clothes so much?"

"Yer comin' with me, an' I ain't lettin' you go till you fit 'em!"

Todd thrashed one last time, then went limp. The bear removed the underwear from his face and checked his breathing; The deer was unconscious. Perfect. He gave Todd a friendly pat on the cheek, then went and retrieved the crumpled old duffel bag from his locker.

The obese bear chuckled. This was going to be a fun night.