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Ady threw his backpack down next to the workbench and heaved out a great sigh as he sat down in his worn out chair. He was finally home. It had been a long day for poor little Adonis. Being frailer and less masculine than the other boys at the university, Ady was always the last to be picked in project groups and the first to be picked whenever someone wanted to play a practical joke. Ady had never really had a problem with the former, but as for the later, he was twenty-two now, a senior in university! Didn't his peers have anything better to do than make life difficult for a some scrawny deer trying to make his way through academia like everyone else? Apparently not, as today things had reached a head concerning pranks on the gangling fawn.

Ady had been in his fitness class that day. It was the only time when the deer could be seen in public not wearing his uniform dungarees. Instead he was wearing his required gym outfit: training shorts, a breathable t-shirt with the school's mascot printed on the front, and a pair of discount running shoes instead of his usual kick-around sneakers. Ady hated the gym outfit as there was a reason he normally wore dungarees. He usually told people that it was because they had so many pockets. Being an engineer by hobby, they were useful to him. The actual reason was because in the dungarees the irregular size of his buttocks and his questionable crotch bulge were never quite as noticable. He never offered any explanation to his appearance, even when he was blatantly asked, and he usually changed clothes privately in a different room from the rest of the boys in the class, causing quite the cesspool of rumors to float around the fawn. That day had been the one were a particularly cocky bull, a senior rugby player by the name of Jacob, decided to delve into the cesspool and get to the bottom of things once and for all.

The relay race had been framed as an activity strictly for getting active and having fun while doing it. Ady actually thought that the fitness professor was quite ingenious in how she implemented a wide range of activities in her curriculum in an attempt to find something appealing enough to everyone that they might keep doing it outside of class, and to the professor's credit, she seemed to take extra care to always include Ady in ways that would give the relatively unfit fawn the best chance for success despite the odds being against him. That's why Ady, the student with the lowest race times in her class, came to be paired with Jacob, the student with the highest. Jacob was very fit, having come into his own quite nicely as early as high school, and he was often paired with Ady. This bothered him greatly. He saw Ady as a millstone around his neck, a weight that would forever keep his efforts from exceeding records in any team event. As of late, in practicing for the relay race, he had taken up the habit of grinding his ivory white teeth in anger as watched the fatigued deer run around the track with that bizzare waddle, huffing and puffing while the rest of the runners passed him by and giving Jacob a severe disadvantage. That weird waddle haunted Jacob's thoughts and angered him daily until the day of the race when he had developed a plan.

"Hey, Ady," Jacob had grunted at the fawn as he jogged up to him from the changing room onto the track. The bull stood at least a one or two feet over Ady, smiling down at him as earnestly as he could manage. "Would you mind taking the second lap this time?"

"The second?" the fawn questioned. He adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses as he looked up to the sizable bull. "But you always said-"

"I know," Jacob cut him off, again trying hard not to show his annoyance with the small nerd. "I was thinking about it all last night. I think our problem here might be that you can't get properly motivated just waiting to hand some dumb stick off to me. You need to be headed for that finish line."

Ady's face took on a thoughtful expression, clearly mulling it over. Ady knew what was keeping him from going fast, and it wasn't motivation he needed. Though in looking up into the bull's hopeful face he saw something there that made the fawn's heart lift just a little. Did Jacob actually believe in him? The confusion on Ady's face faded away, and a big smile started to grow across it. Oddly enough, Jacob could've sworn he saw the little fawn's eye sparkling like firecrackers.

"Yeah," Ady stammered out with that strange, smitten expression. "Yeah, alright."

"Cool," Jacob grunted before plucking the relay stick from Ady's hand and lining up at the finish line. Now Jacob was smiling too, albeit much more deviously.

As soon as the professor blew the whistle, Jacob was off like a bullet. Ady stared, amazed at the bull's speed. He had never really watched the bull before. He had always been too tired from his own run to spectate. More often than not Ady would just collapse from exhaustion. Now seeing Jacob quickly jolt ahead of everyone else, the other runners left in the dust as if they were moving in slow-motion, Ady gasped. He was beautiful, amazing, poetry in motion even. His muscular arms pumped vigorously with each and every bound. His beefy thighs rippled upon every impact his foot made with the ground. Ady was so mesmerized by the sight that he didn't realize how far Jacob had gotten until he was already two thirds around the track. When he did, Ady jumped and quickly raced to the starting line where everyone was already waiting and gawking at Jacob like Ady was. The entire attention of the class was on Jacob and, by extension as his team member, Ady, who was clearly bursting with pride for his partner.

Jacob was drawing close to the finish line. The world started to move more slowly in Ady's mind as he braced himself to run. He turned around, facing ahead towards the finish line. He planted his feet. He took a deep breath. He reached his arm back and held his hand wide open. He was prepared to receive his partner. He was ready to do this. He was ready to win for Jacob.

Ady didn't feel the stick though. The seconds ticked by in slow motion, and Ady was sure that he should have been passed the stick by now. Ady was contemplating peeking over his shoulder when he flet two hands cling to his waist from behind. Startled, Ady lost his starting position and instead came to stand bolt upright. Bending his neck around to see what the hell was going on, he saw Jacob. He was smiling at Ady again. This time Jacob was smiling up at Ady though, and on the masculine bull's face he saw a wrathful, devilish scowl to pair with the grin. The relay stick lay forsaken on the ground next to Jacob. Now looking down, Ady saw Jacob's hands were now occupied with something quite different: the scrawny fawn's waistband. Ady's face exploded with shock. He was about to ask Jacob what was going on, tell Jacob to stop, or even run away, maybe picking up the relay stick as he left, but with a firm jerk from Jacob's strong hands, all thoughts were wiped from the petrified nerd's mind. The elastic fitness shorts were easily shucked away as what was beneath was relieved. The other students at the starting line gasped, the runners behind Jacob froze, the professor dropped her clipboard as the large, white diapers around Ady's waist came into view for all to see. Ady then blushed bright red as then, of all times, the great white diaper began to turn yellow.

The following events were a huge blur to Ady. The professor shoved Ady's traitorous teammate aside as before pulling the pants back up on the frozen faun. She took him under her arm and quickly raced him into her office. She sat him down in her chair and asked him if he needed anything before racing back out. It was only after she left that Ady realized his cheeks were wet from tears of embarrassment. He was later told that the entire class had stayed where they were, making light of how weird Ady was and how much was now explained now that they knew his dirty little secret. From their perspective the professor had come out and berated Jacob in front of everyone unprovoked, which made her the jerk even though Jacob had just done the same, if not much worse, to Ady. He was a golden boy, a rugby player there on a scholarship, after all. That's why he got off with a pat on the back and a wink while the administration reprimanded the professor for abusing her students. People regarded Ady with a particular disdain as well after the event as they seemed to blame him for Jacob's talking-to. Snickers seemed to follow the fawn wherever he went until he finally made his way back to his room, very thankful that his engineering scholarship afforded him a room to himself.

Now he sat behind his tall wooden desk he'd hauled from home, tinkering away with various contraptions and inventions he'd been working on. If anyone had ever cared to get to know Ady, they'd find out that he was quite possibly the most inventive little fawn they'd ever met. Within the first week of attending the university as a freshman he'd modified almost the entirety of his room to be automatic. You didn't need to touch anything in his small room for it to open, close, or activate. You needed only to stand in the right spot or make the right sound for the sink to start running, the television set to turn on, or the microwave to start making popcorn. It really was quite clever what Ady could do with a few small motors and wires, yet what he did with electricity earned him nowhere near what jocks such as Jacob got from their scholarships. Despite everything though, Ady just wasn't one to hold resentment in his heart. He didn't know if it was exactly fair, but he didn't begrudge an athlete to take every chance they got. Even in high school when the local jocks used to make fun of his severe incontinence and need for diapers, he couldn't deny how strange he most have seemed to them. He just grew used to it and became comfortable in his own skin, so to speak. Only severe situations like the one earlier that day ever made Ady truly embarrassed anymore, and even then he was quick to move on. That's where unwinding at his work desk came in.

Ady had spent an hour or two working on his latest project, a sensor that could help him become more aware of when the fawn was in need of a change, when he felt a grumble in his stomach. He looked down, having removed his pants in the comfort of his own domain, and saw that he was already quite wet. If the gurgling foretold the usual the events, Ady knew his diaper was also about to become quite full, so he got up from his desk and stretched his small, lithe body. He made his way to the bathroom and began to shed the rest of his clothes onto the tiled floor. He waited for a moment, expecting the seat of his diaper to extend with his excrement as he had long since learned that he was beyond controlling. When he waited for several minutes beyond how long such bodily functions usually took to take their course, he shrugged and removed the soggy diaper as well. He was used to his body not being the most flawless or predictable machine. Every doctor he'd ever met could never really tell him why his antlers never fully grew out and why his growth largely stalled out in middle school. They said it had something to do with his growth hormones not working as they should, but that always seemed a little obvious. As he removed the diaper entirely Ady saw his small dick, three or four inches at the most, hanging between his legs as yet another reminder of his failure to grow to full potential. Ady's father, a strapping stag, long waited with baited breath to tell his son about the nature of mating seasons and dating girls, but Ady never had need for such a conversation. Sure Ady would feel that sexual rush within himself from time to time. He did become aroused, but his little friend nestled in crinkling white always stayed as soft as the padding it laid in.

Ady shrugged. It was another thing that was simply part of life for him.

"Shower?" Ady called out to the appliance he had affixed to the stall. "Forty-five degrees celsius."

The device chimed as the shower head started pouring forth water. It always took a few moments for the water to heat up, so Ady waited, leaning against the sink counter. The warm steam from the shower started to rise from over the closed curtain of the stall, and Ady was just about to step into the warm flow of water when he suddenly clutched his stomach. The churning had started again, but this time it felt a lot different from usual. Like the vaporous steam hovering overhead, it was a warm amorphous sensation, and it wasn't simply isolated in the fawn's stomach. He had felt the odd stirring he called arousal within his body before, but never had it felt this consuming or intense. Ady suddenly realized that he was breathing through his mouth, deeply inhaling from the warm air around and panting out what seemed to be even warmer exhalations. The hot, rolling sensation flowed through his body like waves, and in this strange sensation Ady lost all ability to think beyond the feeling of arousal sweeping over him. His head started to bob up and down with the surges of heat flowing through his body like a young fawn experiencing his first heat, and with one particularly strong surge Ady found his head bobbing until his chin was against his chest. That is when he saw it. Jutting out from his trembling body, just below his churning stomach, was a colossal protrusion that Ady was not familiar with. His cock, throbbing parallel to the fawn's slender stomach, was at least twice, if not three times, as long as Ady had ever seen it before. It jumped and jolted like the world's most phallic bobble-head, and the opening at the tip profusely leaked a white, gooey substance that nearly coated the entirety of his astonishing length. It was all so foreign to the fawn. It... ached.

On an impulse, the fawn reached down to touch it. He didn't know what he was planning to do with it, all intelligent thought still having very much abandoned him, but he did know that he very much wished to know what it would feel like in his grasp. Little did the poor fawn know that it wasn't his hand felt that was important until his soft hand seized the throbbing tool. When he did, Ady's eyes rolled into his head. His body spasmed in a seizure of pleasure. Despite himself, the lithe fawn howled out in ecstasy. Then the cock erupted. The first jet fired straight passed Ady's head, leaving the deer unaware of the extrusion. It wasn't until the second thickly coated his moaning face and filled his howling mouth with his own salty juices that Ady realized that he was actually cumming. From there jet after jet of jizm from the virgin cock coated the scrawny deer's body and most of the surrounding countertop and floor. When Ady was finally done, panting and weak from the body-wracking euphoria, he marveled at the aftermath, hands and feet slipping on the fawn's juices. He briefly wondered if this was normal, if he should be concerned. Then he saw that his cock was still hard.

Jacob was doing a lot better now that the rugby coach had taken over for that bitch fitness professor. The professor had taken a heavily recommended extended leave for the spring semester, and since the coach didn't have anything other than the rugby team to see to, he had taken responsibility of the mass of "slackers," as he called them. The professor had done nothing but cater to the slowpokes like that freak, Ady. Since the coach had taken over he had put competition as key. Everyone had to rely on their own personal talent, and Jacob was easily the best in the class. Participation counted for little to nothing, so despite the coach pushing a group of student in a mandatory fitness class as hard as a professional rugby team, very few were passing. Jacob was one of the select few. In fact, Jacob did so well that the coach afforded him the option to forgo the class for days at a time as long as he didn't miss any tests. Jacob readily took him up on the offer, and took the time to instead head to the campus gym. There he would lift, build muscle, and hit on all of the chicks in the connected smoothie bar.

One day he was in the process of getting a particularly busty canary's phone number when he felt the strange sensation of an intense gaze drilling into his back. He peered around, seeing who was eyeing him so keenly, and in doing so accidentally knocked over the bird's strawberry-banana drink into her lap. Unsurprisingly, the conversation very quickly turned sour and ended with her calling Jacob an asshole and storming off. The bull shrugged, clearly unphased. There were plenty of fish in the sea. Any bitch dumb enough to pass him by wasn't worth his time. Left with no other candidates for flirtation, Jacob resignedly returned to the gym to continue his workout. No matter where he was though he still couldn't find peace. Every time he really got into his exercise and started working up a sweat, he felt like someone was staring him, yet every time he looked around, he saw no one looking at him. He began to really resent the feeling. He started taking to surveying the entire gym every few seconds, looking like a paranoid junky more than a rugby star. On his umpteenth scan of the room he finally saw someone quickly avert their gaze. Jacob's brow furrowed as he looked at the guy. He was a stag, muscular and fit. He looked to be about the bull's age, and he seemed familiar somehow, though Jacob couldn't place a name with the downcast face. Then the stag looked up again, and Jacob gasped. It was Ady!

The stag before him looked totally different from the fawn he'd pantsed a week ago. Ady was absolutely ripped. He was at a bench and pressing a near impossible weight, yet Ady had previously looked like he had never even lifted before. As the stag stood up and stretched, still bearing a dominating gaze with Jacob, the bull realized the deer was a good deal taller than he used to be too. Now, not even including his now sizable antlers, the stag stood around a head over him. Gone as well were the dungarees, the glasses, and the worn out sneakers. Now the stag wore form-fitting gym shorts and a tight t-shirt with various sweat stains all over it. Most astonishing of all, the stag's pants didn't bulge as they used to. It was clear that he was no longer wearing a bulky diaper like that he had worn at the relay race. The stag bent over to pick up his gym bag and clearly showed that the only thing his gym shorts clung to was his own firm, taut ass. That's why Jacob paled a bit to see that the enormous bulge in the front of the stag's pants had not left and had actually gotten bigger. Ady smirked cockily at Jacob, as if knowing his thoughts, and made a subtle gesture for him to follow with the tilt of his head before disappearing into the changing room. Jacob looked around to confirm that he was actually the one Ady had gestured to, and when he had, he quickly collected his things and followed. He was curious.

Inside the locker rooms smelled as they usually did. Ripe from the various sweaty men who had passed through, each one's musk had conglomerated from it's own individual stench to that of the dull scent that now assaulted Jacob's nose. Yet underneath it all Jacob swore that he smelled something else. It was still ripe, but it also smelled good in a way. Jacob passed row after row of lockers until he came to the last one. There he paled even further. Towering over him was the very picture of masculinity. Ady stood tall and dominating, smirking down at the shrinking bull with eyes that spoke of a desire unfulfilled. It didn't take long for the bull to guess what that desire was as when he looked down he openly gasped. Ady's cock was fucking huge! At least twelve inches long, the throbbing member jolted erratically, saluting Jacob and giving him the idea that Ady was ready to breed.

"Fuuuuuuck," Ady groaned in a deep baritone unlike anything he had sounded like before. The very ground seemed to shake beneath the bull's feet as he said it, and though it had sounded very much like a moan, Jacob wasn't sure if that was a question, a command, or simply an expletive at the stag's arousal.

"Ady-"

The bull's timid sentence was halted as soon as it was started by one of Ady's massive hands clasping itself over Jacob's mouth. Ady's eyes seemed to have become more intense, more wild.

"No, Ady," he groaned. "Ady wussy diaper faggot. Adonis beast. Wanna fuck."

That had definitely not been a question, and though it seemed "Adonis" wasn't taking "no" for an answer, Jacob wasn't so sure he minded anymore. When Adonis sealed his hand over the bull's mouth, he had only been able to breath through his nose, inhaling all the scents and fumes of the locker room with every intake of air. Now he was quite sure he smelled another scent, and he was also quite sure that it was Adonis'. Wafting from the stag was the most pungent musk Jacob had ever smelled, even with his rugby career. It was as if the stag had been dipped in a vat of the manliest sweat the world could find, and for some reason, Jacob fucking loved into. It made his stomach churn and waves of fire roll through his body. Jacob smiled dumbly as, with one hand, Adonis stripped away Jacob's own gym short to reveal that he was rock hard.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Jacob groaned from under the hand covering his mouth.

Adonis smiled a dominant smile as he saw a perfect thing to fuck and took both hands onto the bull. Practically lifting him into the air, Adonis forced the rugby player onto the bench, and without even being told to, Jacob presented his ass to the stag.

"Yes," the bull moaned with his own cock erratically twitching. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Breed my ass, you hot, fucking stud!"

Jacob got the feeling Adonis needed no invitation, but he certainly responded to the encouragement well. The stag sprung onto the bull, swiftly and roughly inserting his behemoth cock into Jacob's ass. Jacob cried out at the sudden intrusion, yet in a split second the cry of pain turned into moans of pleasure. It just felt so right for the hot, big muscle stud to plow his bitch ass. Jacob had thought that he was king of the castle, but in reality he had been the cock of the walk, an arrogant bitch boy that needed a good fuck in the ass from someone who had had enough of his shit. Jacob didn't know how Ady had become the dominant muscle stud plowing him within just a week, but he didn't care anymore. Jacob wanted to be bred like the dumb muscle bitch he was. He had prescribed to a world where it was survival of the fittest, and as he was fucked on the bench from which he had mocked dozens of men for being weaker than him, Jacob realized how good it was to submit.

As they went Adonis started to pick up speed, ramming his huge manhood into the bull's boy-pussy faster and faster. From within his ass Jacob started to feel the stag tense up. Two giant hand clasped onto the bull's waist from behind, and Jacob quickly found himself being used a giant, muscular fuck toy as Adonis no longer bothered to thrust into the bull and instead opted to slide the sizable slab of meat he was fucking back and forth on his cock. Somewhere in the back of Jacob's pleasure-delirious mind he realized that he probably looked very much like a studly block of chalk at the tip of a very thick and sizable pool cue at this exact moment, and somehow this thought made the dizzy bull even hornier. All the while Adonis was fucking Jacob on his sizable cock faster and faster until suddenly a masculine bellow akin to a warcry issued forth from the panting stag's mouth. Jacob's ass became flooded with the stag's hot cum, so much so that it started to spill from around Adonis' cock despite its size and the definite tightness of the bull's hole. Jacob basked in the pleasure of the sensation as more and more of the virile stags cum was pumped into him, not even realizing that he himself had climaxed with Adonis and had already stopped some time ago. Adonis was still going even as Jacob's eyes started to droop from the exhaustion of the intense pleasure.

"Thank you for breeding my muscle hole, Adonis," Jacob was just able to mumble before drifting off.

Ady had most of his things packed and smiled, pleased with how quick he had been able to do it. All of his belongings that he collected since coming here were packed in piles of boxes taller than the scrawny fawn was, and it hadn't been easy to do since he wasn't as brawny as he had been this Spring. Ady still couldn't believe the stories he heard. Apparently he had been a rampant sex-animal. Eight, nine, or even ten times a day Ady had laid waste to someone through a good fucking, though his memories of the time period were foggy at best. He did hear that he had been quite good though, which was an especially interesting compliment to receive considering that a majority of the approving reviews came from a majority of straight students from around the campus. Granted, there had been a few men who had previously already identified as gay, and now there were more than a few on campus who had come out as gay or at least bisexual after "Adonis" was done with them. He had asked nearly every girl at the university, none of them said he slept with them. A few even blamed him for turning their boyfriends, which was awkward to say the least. Ady still couldn't understand why he had so specifically gone after muscular men. Hell, Ady couldn't understand why anything happened the way it did this Spring. His biology had always been interesting to say the least, which was an excuse that kept him from suffering any legal ramifications from his actions. The only possibility the doctors would provide Ady when pressed for answers was that the heightened state could have been caused by a genealogically ingrained mating cycle that Ady had somehow triggered, but then the question was, how he had done that?

As Ady mulled all of this over with an intensely thoughtful expression, he felt a warmth pour over his loins. He looked down to see that he had indeed wet his diaper again, which gave the fawn a strange sense of relief. Every witness he spoke to noted one very specific change in the deer: he had certainly not been wearing diapers while he was in his brutish form. If peeing himself was the only sure sign that he was back to normal, Ady would take it. Besides, a small part of him liked the comfort of the warm diaper around his loins. He reached down to grope the diaper, enjoying the soft, squishy padding cupped in his hands. Without really thinking, he rubbed harder and harder until he froze. He eyes went wide, and his hand shot away from the diaper. He had felt something move in his diaper. With a shaking hand, he pulled the waistband back to properly inside and gasped at what he saw. A panic briefly washed over him as he saw that his dick was hard again, but the feeling of alarm quickly subsided when he saw that his erection appeared quite different from last time. Instead of the monster that previously had caused him so much grief, now his cock had retained its minuscule size, causing the erection to only be three or four inches long at most. Ady sighed in relief, smiling down at his little buddy. This was good. He could handle this.

Ady let the crinkly waistband snap back into place and then heard a knock at the door. He thought about putting on some pants before answering, but the more he thought about it the more inclined he was not to. Everyone knew he wore diapers before. If anything, his wearing and using diapers again will reassure them he was truly back to normal. Ady padded to the door, swerving around the towering box monoliths and crinkling as he went. He opened the front door, and there, towering over him as well, was Jacob. Ady's usually perky face grew dour. He had heard in the aftermath that Jacob was the first one of "Adonis'" victims. He had been found asleep in the gym's locker room, naked and oozing profuse amounts of cum from his ass. He was nearly expelled for indecency before the school's administrative staff had found out the full story. Though after that the coach of the rugby team made it quite clear that "faggots" weren't welcome on his team and Jacob was forced off by harassment from the other players. Despite all of that, Ady still didn't fully forgive him for what happened at the relay race. After all, it felt like it had been just last week for him.

"Hey," Ady greeted him hesitantly, not quite sure what to say.

Jacob glanced down at Ady's wet diapers and back up to Ady with little to no change in his relatively blank expression. He reminded Ady of someone at a funeral or someone who was about to deliver bad news. He was decidedly stoic, or was that resigned acceptance on his face?

"Hey," he answered in the same unsure tone. "Can I come in?"

Ady looked behind him and at the messy state his room was in before shrugging.

"Sure," Ady replied before tilting his head to indicate that Jacob should follow. Jacob seemed to flinch at that, yet he entered behind the fawn.

"So, what's up?" Ady asked, now sitting across the bed from the sizably bigger bull. Jacob flinched at the question as well, though now it seemed he was gathering up his confidence to say something.

"I- I just wanted to say," he said with a slow, earnest thoughtfulness, "that everything is fine between you and me."

"Uh..." Ady shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"I mean about the thing in the locker room," he hurried to correct. "I don't blame you or anything like I hear some guys are. It was my choice."

Ady looked into Jacob's eyes and saw that he meant it. Ady nodded, though he wasn't quite sure why he did.

"And I'm sorry," he continued, this time looking down at the bare mattress, the bedding now packed away in one of the boxes.

Ady paused a moment before saying, "I forgive you."

He didn't know what else to say. Besides, he felt like he meant it. Jacob looked up at that and smiled. It was a smile of relief, but there was also some other sort of happiness in there. It was the sort of smile someone gets when they have a chance.

"So what now," Jacob asked, gesturing to the collection of boxes around the room.

Ady bemusedly shook his head before answering, "I've got nothing but options. I have several engineering jobs lined up. Some big tech companies want me. I also understand that quite a few labs would be interested in paying me to let them run a number of test on me. What about you?"

Jacob's gaze reacquainted itself with the mattress again.

"I was sort of putting all my hopes on getting picked up by a professional team. Now... I don't know. I never actually finished all of my courses, so I don't think I even technically have a degree. Maybe I could go back home. My mom owns a bed and breakfast. Maybe I could-"

"You could come with me," Ady suddenly offered.

Jacob's head jerked upwards, clearly astonished at the fawn's offer. "What?"

"Come with me," Ady offered. "I know you'll land on your feet, and I'll clearly be more than fine for awhile."

"But why?" Jacob asked, still shocked.

"Because I like you."

Jacob stared at fawn, dumbfounded.

"I like you," Ady continued. "I don't know where this will go. We'll have to play it by ear, but I like you."

Jacob stared at Ady a little while longer. Then a smile slowly started to form over his face. It was a smile of a relief, but it was bigger than the last one. It was the smile of a man who had a chance and won. Seeing that, Ady smiled the same way. The two matching smiles came closer together, and they kissed. They kissed the way only two winners know how.

"Ady," Jacob called out as he stepped into their apartment. "I'm home!"

It had been a long day at work for Jacob. Construction work is rarely easy, but very quickly Jacob found it much more rewarding than anything he had done before. While he had been decidedly competitive at first, he quickly learned that teamwork often prevails in the field. He became more experienced and more well-liked amongst the crew than he had been with any of his previous sports teams. A little less than one year later, the foreman considered Jacob just as capable as him, sometimes even letting Jacob take charge of the crew. What really pushed Jacob to do better though was the precious little fawn he always had waiting for him at home. Ady always got home before Jacob did, and more often than not the bull found the lone fawn at his work bench needing a change. These days Jacob couldn't understand why he had found Ady's need for diapers so disgusting at first. These days Jacob not only found it unbearably cute but was also more than happy to change his little diaper boy. He'd order the submissive fawn on top of the desk he was so fervently working at, remove the soggy (possibly messy) diaper, clean his diaper boy up, and replace the diaper after a generous application of baby powder. Of course, he'd often give the little fawn's hole some attention as well while it was available, and the diaper boy would always moan while staying entirely flaccid and precum leaked from his limp little dicklet. Jacob was looking for such enjoyment this afternoon. It had been a long day after all, and he needed release.

He crept to the spare room they used as Ady's workshop, and Jacob quietly opened the door. He was caught off-guard when he heard a deep, husky grunting from within the room. Upon opening the door further, he gasped. Sitting at the desk was not some little fawn. Instead there was a gargantuan beast of a stag sitting at the desk. A fervent crinkling could be heard, and looking at the stag Jacob realized that the deer was still wearing Ady's diapers. He was rubbing himself through Ady's diapers, and his stubby tail flicked back and forth erratically to accentuate his sounds of simultaneous euphoria and frustration. Jacob got the feeling he should call someone, one of Ady's doctors or something. They said this might happen this Spring, but Jacob hadn't expected it to happen so soon. The bull was just about to turn around when he smelled it, that beautifully alluring stench that was the stag's musk. Quickly all complex thought left Jacob's mind, and arousal quickly overtook him. He let the door swing open, and it lightly banged against the wall.

The crinkling sound stopped. The stag turned around. His sizable cock protruded from the diaper's waistband, throbbing needily.

"Fuuuuuuuuck."