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"Pass me another one, would you?" Jacob asked, prompting his friend Greg to lower his binoculars and reach into the cooler close to him.

The click of a beer can opening echoed out into the mostly quiet woods, save the constant droning of insects and bird calls that the two men had become so accustomed to as to ignore. They loved it out here, especially in fall, their favorite time of year. Even better was that it was hunting season, those special two weeks when they would spend every moment not at work in the lovely autumn woods. Naturally, such activities came with ample drinking, though not too much lest they crash their ATVs!

The mid-October fall day felt somewhat warm for the season, though neither man was complaining. The leaves were starting to fall in earnest, especially after the rainstorm that had hit the week before. Thankfully, the forecast for the weekend was clear skies, perfect weather for being out in the woods. All in all, it was the scenic New England fall that both men looked forward to every year.

Greg had been lucky enough to win his permit, and the two of them were determined to bag their buck. Though at least one of them usually got their tags each year, there was always that chance that they would end up with no legal way to shoot a deer and thus have to forgo their trophies of meat and horns, Though 'crusin' for deer or moose' was as fun an activity in its own right, even without being allowed to legally shoot one. Just being away in the woods was enough to give them that rush of freedom!

Jacob's family owned a camp not too far from the main road, one where they could sleep at night to save time trekking back to civilization. It was well stocked with the necessities, beer, jerky, deli meats, snacks, and more beer. The two could stay out here for days, entirely away from civilization. That was unless the beer supplies ran out!

Neither Greg nor Jacob had anyone waiting at home for them, bachelors as they were. That was unusual for their small town. But, in truth, the two of them had slept with every available woman at one time or another, and none would have them long-term. Besides, not ready to settle down quite yet, both men enjoyed the extra time they got to spend each hunting season not tied down with nagging wives or family obligations!

Jacob took a long sip of his beer, belching loudly and getting a chuckle from his buddy. It was nice being out in the woods, not having to care about the rest of the world around them. The woods brought with it a peace that the rest of the world, even in their small corner of it, left unsurpassed.

Just then, rustling in the bushes behind them prompted both men to freeze. There was little chance of it being a deer. But deer weren't the only animals out there. Though they hadn't come across a bear in all their years hunting here, there was always a first time.

Both turned with trepidation, wondering what was making such a sound. It seemed large, crashing through the woods without a care. Their initial thoughts turned towards moose; it would not be the first one they'd seen out here. If only their tags would allow for the killing of one of those! Alas, the moose draw was over a month ago, and there were far fewer recipients of that reward.

Yet, it was soon clear that their surprise visitor was not a moose. Though it could have easily been considered the size of one, the pointed rack and leaner stature were that of a deer. Yet, no buck could have possibly been that large. It was easily eight feet from hoof to head, with a massive, muscled chest and stomach. Its footfalls were heavy, the stag's thick hooves squelching into the mud that still persisted on the ground. It looked around, massive head needed to hold up the impressive rack that the stag sported.

There was no doubt in either of the men's minds that this stag was the stuff of legends. How a beast grew to be this size without being on some sort of steroid supplement, neither knew. Perhaps it had escaped from a deer farm or some similar operation that raised animals for various purposes. Still, regardless of the stag's origin, there was no denying its presence before them now, looking like a beast out of fiction rather than something they truly expected to be out in the woods with them.

Both men found themselves enraptured by the stature of the beast. It was almost humbling to be in the presence of something so massive, so powerful. He was certainly breathtaking to behold. Yet, Jacob, in particular, quickly became fixed on the manliest part of the creature. The massive rack that would be the envy of their fellow hunters for many years to come if their shots rang true!

Once the beast had entered the clearing, it stopped, regarding the two men with the soulless eyes of a deer. Not wanting to miss his chance, Greg raised his gun, taking the time to properly aim. He could easily make a headshot in with how still the stag remained. Remaining calm, Greg took the time to sight the deer, not wanting to simply injure and hurt the animal. As much as he loved hunting, it was always better not to force the animal to suffer too long if he could help it.

Yet, the image of the stag's eyes in his sights made Greg pause, even as he lined up the perfect headshot and prepared to pull the trigger. It was as though the stag was looking at him, into him, different from any animal that he'd ever seen. The stag was clearly aware of them; it had stopped, raising its head and looking in the direction of the two men. It didn't even seem to be sniffing the air for any potential predators, just staring at the hunters that he should have no way of knowing were to be his demise.

There was something else in the beast's eyes that had Greg entranced. It was more than just looking at Greg as would an animal. It was starting into his soul, as though reading the man. A strong feeling washed over Greg just then, making him calmer and more accepted than he had at any point of his life. It was akin to coming home to his parents and siblings at the end of a hard day. It created a sense of belonging that surpassed all rationale. The deer was looking at him, and liked what it saw, enough that it wanted to welcome him into... what?

"Shoot it!" Jacob called out, but his friend had lowered the gun by that point, staring into the buck's eyes. It was the most surreal experience that he'd ever encountered. Greg couldn't bring himself to shoot such a beast, not one that sent these strange yet welcome feelings through him.

Jacob almost reached over to take the gun from his friend when the sight of Greg staring unnerved him. Not thinking, he turned into the view that seemed to enrapture his friend, only to be brought in by the same hypnotic spell the buck had cast over them. He, too, felt a sense of acceptance and belonging that surpassed all expectations. It was like the stag was welcoming them to his woods, that there was a place for them here at the stag's behest.

With a huff from the beast that seemed more akin to a chuckle, the stag lowered his massive head, turning around as though to show off his hindquarters. Both men followed his eyes, not wanting the sensation of belonging to end. Yet, they were not expecting to see that below a set of impressive tackle, swelling balls, and a bunching sheath, something long and red was starting to emerge, thick as the beer cans they had dropped unceremoniously onto the ground. Both men stared in horror and fascination at the sight of the stag's impressive cock as it grew hard in front of them.

From what were previously self-considered heterosexual minds, thoughts began to swim regarding the sight of the impressive stag's phallus dripping onto the forest floor before them. By the time the stag reached what they could only assume was at full erection, the mammoth member was nearly touching the ground, swaying back and forth and being tickled on the grass of the clearing. The sight, bestial and male as it was, seemed to have an impact on both men, who could tell their own arousal was starting to come to a head, as were their members.

Had either not been enraptured by the majestic beast, their faces might have flushed red from the arousal that both were feeling towards not just a beast but a male one at that. Yet, it was impossible to deny how nice it felt to have their cocks rubbing against their underwear. It was almost a natural sensation, one that came from seeing such a stud on full display for them. Of course, even straight men would be sexually stimulated by such a sight, right?

Even as they stared at the stag's impressive tackle, both men started to find certain thoughts creeping into their minds, ones that were far from the town's women that they often played with during periods of boredom. Such thoughts were ones that each man would die of embarrassment from should they ever share them with each other. Yet, it was becoming painfully obvious to both men that such thoughts were soon starting to dominate their psyches, and had no outlet other than to continue staring at the stag that seemed to be the cause of them.

Such notions would have been dismissed as intrusive under any other circumstances. Yet, the stag's massive, swaying cock made both men stare with longing. Mental images of getting down, of licking the tip, teasing the testicles with heavy hands, running them all over the throbbing, veined dick of the beast. The salty, bestial taste would make both hornier and hornier as they stroked with obvious need, rubbing themselves as much as they stroked off and serviced the massive beast.

It was only when each other's gazes connected the two of them realized how much they were lost in the fantasy of sexual pleasure with an animal, a male one no less. Shame quickly crossed their features as they tried to look away, eyes straining not to see the throbbing erections leaking in each of their pants.

Yet, the moment the two of them locked eyes was the moment of their downfall. The looks in their expressions were ones of passion, need, and lust. There was no way to take it out on the beast. Even if that was the obvious source of their desires the stag would surely run if they got too close. And doing anything with an animal, even one that was the source of their depraved thoughts was completely off the table. All that had at the moment was each other. And, from the raging boners in their bright orange pants, it was obvious that both of them were feeling the same way...

Before Jacob knew what was happening, Greg was moving towards him, regarding him with a look of desire that had never been present on his features before. Jacob had no chance to pull back, to call out or move before Greg was on him, taking him in a passionate embrace the likes of which he had never experienced before in his life. Jacob was stunned, being kissed so forcefully that he should have found the contact abhorrent. And he did, deep down, he was sure.

Yet, the more Greg forced himself upon Jacob, the more Jacob felt the throbbing in his cock start to intensify. It was as though he was being given an outlet for the desires plaguing him ever since the beast had shown itself to them. It was more than just lust; there was something personal in the kiss beyond the simple friendship he felt with Greg. Jacob was thankful it was Greg kissing him, the next best thing to the stag, at least someone he could kiss back...

So lost in their contented thoughts, Jacob hardly had the wherewithal to realize that he was, in fact, kissing his friend back, even going so far as to wrap his hands around Greg to draw him in closer. He could feel Greg's seeking tongue in his mouth, and he wanted his own to wrap around it. Their lips locked, and they sucked at each other with the fervor of men starved. It was almost enough to wrap them in the moment, shutting out the world and allowing them only to live for the lust that they were experiencing in tandem.

Some instinct in his mind told Jacob that he should stop, that it was wrong. Not the act in and of itself; he didn't mind homosexual men, but he was not one himself, coming from a background of 'men being manly'. There was never anything in his background that made it OK for him to be the one that was currently engaged in such acts with another man. On any other day, he would have been literally repulsed by the idea, and the struggle at the back of his mind was real as he tried to rationalize what his body was so willingly doing.

But no matter what thoughts of disgust or mere resistance Jacob tried to dredge up, there was no denying that his body was more into the act than he could have ever fathomed. Every time he considered the slightest notion to pull back, Jacob fell into the make-out session all over again. It was like a stranded man in the desert being given access to water, knowing that unlimited amounts were toxic but unable to resist that cool, delicious sensation on his tongue.

The heat from their passion allowed their bodies to naturally fall into a rhythm, rubbing against each other in tandem as they thrust their hips into it. All feelings of fatigue from the hours in the stand and the workweek before were gone as each rubbed against the other with the energy of teenagers. No experience in recent memory brought with it so much vitality as they made out, only adjusting their hips to better grind their entrapped cocks together.

Jacob was about to pull back and say something, having finally mustered the energy to do so, but the sensation of something on his cock made him pause. Something more tactile was rubbing against the outline in his pants exquisitely. Jacob shuddered, unable to look down at what he assumed was Greg's hand pressing against the stained fluids. It was far too intimate a contact, after all, and not something he should welcome. But it simply felt too pleasant for him to pull back against and helped him relax into the kiss more as the two continued their lip lock.

Not wanting to leave his friend hanging, Jacob's hand reflexively lowered, thinking that to be the right reaction in the moment. He could feel the outline of his friend's member in his pants and was shocked by how large it seemed to be. Greg was really packing! Jacob's face would have blushed with the realization of what he was touching, but in the moment, all he could do was be impressed. How large Greg's cock was. How much it throbbed at his touch. And, above all, how much it reminded him of the massive member that the stag sported. And how much Jacob wanted to get his mouth around that thick, juicy...

Jacob didn't even realize that he was about to cum until his cock started to spasm, and a warm, sticky sensation filled up his pants. Though it was an indirect pleasure, Jacob couldn't recall being more sexually fulfilled than in that moment when he achieved release. The sight of the stag had aroused him to a degree that defied all logic. And he has spilled that lust into his hands at only the slightest provocation, with little regard for his friend present with him.

A warm sensation hit his hands just then as Jacob felt the intense throbbing that let him know that Greg was coming too, coating Jacob's hand through the fabric of his pants. Jacob knew he should have been disgusted by what he was touching, but at the moment, he could only concern himself with how nice Greg's cock felt. And how much he wouldn't mind the notion of...

With that, his gaze turned in tandem with his friend's towards the stag, which had stayed still the entire time. In fact, to the shock of both of them, it was almost as if the animal was... smiling? Was that possible? Not only to be unafraid of their presence, to arouse them, but to seem to be pleased with the result? None of this made any sense!

Yet, before he could reflect upon it further, another warmth seemed to seep into Jacob's skin, this time with it fatigue deeper than anything he'd ever known. It took all of their energy to simply stand, and soon, even that was a fruitless endeavor. From the feeling of the man whose arms were still wrapped around him, Jacob could tell that Greg, too, was about to keel over. Soon, any efforts to remain upright were in vain as they both slumped down onto the stand closing their eyes and falling into a deep sleep...

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The morning sun shined on Jacob's face, making him wince slightly as he turned around in his bed. He didn't want to wake up yet, but the light was persistent, and it became more troublesome to stay asleep. Moreover, Jacob seemed filled with a peculiar energy, one that made him somewhat eager to start the day. Like he had the best, most fulfilling sleep of his entire life! Never since his youth had he felt so reinvigorated!

Yet, thoughts of the previous day played over his mind, vague images that made Jacob feel a sense of unease. They felt more akin to a dream, as though the events hadn't really happened. And, given their bizarre nature, it was only logical that he'd simply dreamed of seeing a mighty stag, with its impossible proportions. That, and doing anything sexual with his friend was abhorrent, nothing that he would ever begin to entertain...

Yet, the more his mind tried to pull from the dream, the more vivid the images seemed to be. It was like his thoughts were drifting back in that direction, like those memories, were pleasant enough that he wanted to get back there to them. It should have sickened him to be so fixated on male genitalia. Yet, it was nearly impossible to try to think of anything else. Women, beer, hunting, all the things Jacob normally craved failed to hold a candle to the images from the dream.

Much to his embarrassment, Jacob felt himself getting hard from the images, making him blush in shame. He couldn't be bestial or gay, he was certain. Never in a million years would ever entertain such horrid thoughts. But there was no denying the urges that seemed to push his penis to pump full of blood. No matter how much he tried to will them down, Jacob couldn't seem to erase the intrusive thoughts. And the urges in his member were starting to become insistent...

Alone in his room as he was, Jacob figured what the hell. He couldn't hear anyone moving about the cabin, after all. And his persistent boner didn't feel like it was going to retreat unless he dealt with it. Trying to switch the mental picture from the stag and the make-out session with his buddy, Jacob reached down, preparing to touch himself...

Yet, the sound of a gasp beside him made Jacob nearly cry out himself, and looking over, he was shocked to see that Greg was beside him in the small bed. He had been still up until now, not eliciting so much as a whimper to trigger his presence to Jacob. Why the two of them had been in bed together was certainly a mystery. Yet, of greater concern was the very present boner that Jacob could see sticking out from the blanket. Greg was massive, every bit as erect as Jacob had remembered from the dream. Jacob couldn't help but stare at the outline. The remembered experience almost seemed real, like something he had done in the waking world. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

Worse was the stain that started to spread from his cock. It was leaking through the sheets, sending a musky scent into the room, one that made Jacob's own penis leak fluids. It was then that Jacob realized that he was naked; Jacob always sleep in PJs, especially in the cool fall weather that they were hunting. But it was clear from the sensation of his penis against the blanket he wasn't wearing so much as his boxers. And, perhaps Greg was naked too, his wet dream having spread his seed all over the blanket.

It was then that Greg shuddered open, eyes meeting his friend's with an expression of longing. Though Jacob had no way to know, not really. It was a simple assumption that Greg was seeing the same images in his dreams as Jacob had been. Or, maybe, it was a sense of hope...

As Greg started to come to, the realization of what he was looking at and where he was started to play over his eyes. And as the awareness started to set in, the contentment in his facial features started to turn into terror...

"What are you looking at?! Fucking homo!" Greg suddenly leaped up, as though he was abhorred with himself for waking up naked in his buddy's bed.

Jacob immediately felt a deep shame. On the one hand, he was happy that Greg rejected the apparent situation that the two of them found themselves in. But, on the other, the idea of his friend in his bed was welcome. More than welcome, if the insistent boner in his bed sheets was any indication.

"I don't fucking know! Get out, man!" Jacob yelled, not really sure how to react to the outburst.

The least he could do was try and take his face away from the bobbing erection that Greg showed off as he stood up. It was 8 inches, not bad for the white man. Its girth looked rather impressive, too, making Jacob flush again with both embarrassment and arousal.

It took more willpower than Jacob was willing to admit to tear his eyes off the erection. But, as he did, something in Greg's angry expression caught his attention that was confusing enough to take his thoughts off the man's cock. It took a moment to really sink in, but it was as though his ears were... pointy? That couldn't be right, could it? And they seemed to be stretching as Jacob watched, a brown patch trailing over them that looked suspiciously like... but, it couldn't be, could it?

Before Jacob could reflect on it further, Greg caught his gaze and reached up to feel his ears. Shocked at what he found, he took off without a word, almost running out of the room. Jacob's gaze followed him out of the room when they settled on his backside. Though trailing gay thoughts were focused on its perk, rounded shape, Jacob couldn't help but notice that the cheeks seemed to have pulled apart and that the asshole that should have been out of sight was puckered, easily viewable in the few seconds while Greg's back was turned as he fled the room.

Jacob reflected on the sight as best he could, left alone in the room and wanting to take his attention away from the homosexual thoughts pervading his mind. It wasn't really... what was the word he was looking for? Human? That wasn't right, was it? Surely it was simply a trick of his mind. Yet, given his fixation with Greg's body as of the past few hours, Jacob couldn't think of any reason why his mind would be playing tricks on him. And then there had been the ears...

Awareness of an ache in his backside made him pause for a moment as he reached back to try to find the source. It was as though something had been... shoved up his... but that was impossible, wasn't it? But rubbing the skin, there was no denying that his rear was pained. Had Jacob been taken against his will? Had his buddy...?

It was when his fingers brushed against his gaping hole that Jacob really felt himself sweat. The position was not where he thought his asshole to be. The size of it should have made it impossible for him to support on his lanky frame. And there was a sticky sensation of dried fluids that confirmed his suspicions of unwanted sexual attention to his posterior.

Yet, was it unwanted? Jacob couldn't imagine ever allowing such a thing, drunk or no. He certainly didn't feel like he'd been drugged or drunk to be taken against his will. But, with the mental images still playing over his mind, it seemed more and more likely that, given the chance, his altered sensibilities would have welcomed such an intrusion.

As horrified as he wanted to be by the realization, the thoughts of being taken and fucked served to make him more erect than his already turgid penis was. It felt like he was on a hair-trigger down there, making him almost cry out with the need to touch himself. It was a feat in and of itself not to stroke himself off at the realization that his ass had altered and that he had been taken and used. And why should he hold back? With his cock as hard as it was, there wasn't much chance of him being able to get up, much less think about what he would want to say to his friend when he did so...

Before he could fully rationalize his desires, Jacob's hands were on his cock, stroking off with the fervor of a man that had gone without for months. The tip was already leaking clear fluid, streaming down to spur on his touch as he felt his balls swell and the pressure began to build. There was no chance of making his pleasure last more than a few seconds, though Jacob had no desire to. A moan escaped his lips as several thick, off-white bursts of cum shot from his penis and coated his hand and groin with the smelly fluid.

It wasn't until the intense pleasure started to subside that Jacob started to feel a rather unpleasant prickling over his ears, much like he had experienced prior having gone without shaving for a few days. It started to grow more intense, as though minute hairs were spreading to cover every inch of them. Jacob's thoughts went to his ears, and, to his shock, the action made them twitch, as though the muscles underneath had expanded. It was like nothing he'd experienced before, and the sensation made him raise his hands to touch them, feeling the soft, velvety texture of deer's ears that he'd experienced each season he was successful with their hunt.

Worse, the warmth of his skin stretching signaled that his ears were growing upward into what he could only assume were pointed ends. He had the option to grab his phone to view the deer's ears that would likely soon adorn his head if what happened to Greg proved true on his own form. But, fearful as he was, Jacob was unable to bring himself to pull up the camera function. It felt powerfully embarrassing for him to have such things on his head!

Looking around the room, Jacob scoured for anything that could cover the new growths. He settled upon a full head cap that he used when it got too cold out or the snow started falling. It sat warmly on his head and hardly ran down to the base of the ears sticking out of the side of his head. It wouldn't stay on if he moved them at all, and the temptation to twitch them was almost too great to ignore. That, and the powerful discomfort he felt with his ears clinging so tight to his head made it almost impossible to keep the cap on without irritating them further. Still, he managed to force it, for now.

Jacob sat on the edge of the bed, naked save for the hat, and wondered what his next move should be. He could hear Greg moving about the cabin, though, from the sounds of things, he was packing up their things rather than preparing breakfast like he normally would have. Jacob couldn't bring himself to confront his friend, not with what he'd seen and felt. It was likely that Greg was just as shamed by the actions as he was, and there was every chance that Greg had fucked him in his sleep. That was one of several things that Jacob was trying to come to terms with in all the bizarreness of the previous day.

Given the changes to his ears and ass and the great lust he felt for the memory of the stag as well as his buddy, it seemed likely that the images he recalled were not from a dream but rather from memory. Yet, if that were true, what had happened to him in the interim between yesterday afternoon and this morning? Even if the memory of the stag and the make-out session were true, the time between then and now was a total blank. He didn't recall coming back to the cabin, getting into bed, or, for better or for worse, the buggering that Greg had likely given his ass. What the hell was going on?

In the end, Jacob decided that he couldn't just sit on the bed naked and confused. His ears were getting painfully uncomfortable and he needed to try and resolve the situation with Greg, as much as he didn't want to. A shiver ran through him as he donned his underwear; it was as though the fabric was touching his asshole uncomfortably. His anus was wide and gaping and had protruded even more than when he had discovered its alterations earlier that morning. It made him want to pull down the fabric, but, like the hat, he forced it to stay on as he got up to confront his friend.

The gathered gear in the center of the room confirmed Jacob's assumption that Greg was getting ready to leave. Greg, for his part, seemed to have on the same type of hat on to hide what Jacob could only assume was a pair of deer ears that had developed the same as Jacob's own. Jacob couldn't help but gaze at their indents, wondering what they looked like on Greg's form. He assumed they would be rather cute, all things considered.

Eventually, feeling the pair of eyes on him, Greg looked up, the anger from before gone from his face. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, as though eyeing Jacob with the same lustful curiosity. Yet, after a few moments, he shook his head, trying to turn his gaze away before opening his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry, man. This is some freaky shit for both of us. Let's get out of here, OK? Back to town. I don't know what the fuck we can do about these..." His voice trailed off, reaching up before stopping short of the hat.

"This shit shouldn't be happening. I mean, the bedroom was fucked up enough..." Jacob started, not really knowing what to say afterward. "But deer ears? Yeah, let's get out of here," Jacob agreed, going into his room to get his stuff.

Both were almost packed, Greg turning to leave when suddenly a pained expression crossed his features. Reaching down towards his ass, Greg started rubbing the spot, something within straining at the denim. It seemed to grow bigger in the span of a few minutes, its presence irritating him constantly enough that he couldn't even take his hands from the spot.

"Dude, what is it?" Jacob asked though he had some idea already, as impossible as it was. As they already had deer's ears and altered asses, any further changes weren't totally out of the question.

Greg didn't answer, just pulled down his pants, trying to hold the growth down so he wouldn't strain it any further. Jacob wanted to look away and not be tempted by the ass that had really done it for him earlier in the day. But, like a train wreck, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the nub that was present.

What started as a strip of flesh soon expanded, as though the air was a catalyst for the growth to swell with flesh. Soon, the tip fell below where his anus now sat, hiding it from view and making Jacob slightly disappointed. A patch of hair blossomed from the fattening base, expanding over the appendage in a familiar pattern of brown with a black outline and white underneath. The moment the growth stopped twitching, there was no denying to either of them that Greg now possessed a fully formed deer's tail.

"Fuck..." Greg muttered, running his fingers over it, stunned that he possessed such a thing now. Jacob, for his part, was rubbing the skin above his own ass to see if he was growing a similar protrusion. So far, nothing. But how long was that to last?

Jacob's attention was soon back on his buddy, who was experimenting with moving the tail, up and down and to the side. As he did so, Jacob got an unobstructed view of his friend's pucker once more, which sent a surge of arousal in his own cock. He moaned a little, the sensation of the sticky fluids over his unfurling cock powerfully uncomfortable. Yet, it did not deter his arousal or the sense that he had to get closer to the object of his desire.

It was almost like a dream as Jacob moved forward, guided by his penis as Greg played with his new appendage unaware. He turned around again, as though ashamed of showing off such a bestial growth when he realized that Jacob was there, almost breathing down his neck. Jacob hardly had the wherewithal to think before he reached out, taking his friend in a passionate embrace that matched what he recalled they had experienced the prior afternoon.

Part of him was worried that Greg would reject his advances, that he would push him away and throw homophobic slurs at him once more. Yet, the opposite seemed to be true as Greg kissed him back, seeming to fall into rhythm. Their mouths open, the taste of stale breath hardly a deterrent as they started to make out with the passion of horny teens.

Time seemed to stand still as the two of them explored each other 's mouths, learning their bodies and pleasure centers all while trying to quell the lust that had fallen over their minds. Though they had known each other for years, it was like discovering each other all over in a new light. The contours of muscles, shoulders, ridges, divots, and indents were all touched with eagerness, as though the two friends were making up for all the lost time that they had spent only just as friends. Despite never having arousal towards each other in all their years, there was no denying the effect the changes were having on their sexualities.

No thought was given to the massive stag or the alterations to their bodies as they made out, their cocks dancing tentatively in pants that were hanging precariously to their waists without fastened belts. The fear from earlier, the latent thoughts of homosexuality, and disgust at their actions were all erased as their bodies became the other's world. It was not only the pleasure that the acts were giving themselves but there was an eagerness for each other's pleasure that matched the familiarity of practiced lovers.

It wasn't until tingling started to play over his nose that Jacob was made aware of the consequences of his actions. It seemed to dampen, aching with what could only be the next series of changes. Though his eyes were closed, Jacob suddenly got the urge to cross his eyes, seeing something black and bulbous that had never been there before. It was as though his nose was larger, changing and growing in tandem with the lust that was playing over minds and bodies.

Yet, with the thrusts against his cock and the feeling of his buddy's hand rubbing down his chest, it was hard for Jacob to keep his concentration. If anything, Greg seemed to have more enthusiasm for their activities than Jacob did, despite his earlier hesitance. Jacob was able to close his eyes, feeling Greg take off his shirt and start rubbing at his belly. The tingling that was playing over his nose started to run further down, as though following Greg's touch. But, in the moment of passion, Jacob could hardly bring himself to care or worry.

Soon, Jacob followed suit, taking off Greg's shirt and rubbing around his chubby belly and hairy pecs. He didn't mind the contact against his fingers, however, finding the sensations electric as they made Greg gasp unexpectedly. Loving the way that his efforts seemed to pleasure his friend, Jacob continued exploring, wanting to find all of his pleasure centers and craving more of that cute moan as his long-time buddy fell into the ecstasy of the act.

To his delight, no sooner than his seeking fingers rubbed over his friend's nipples did Greg cry out, his cock surging against the confines of his pants and rubbing against Jacob's own. Eager for more of that contact, Jacob continued to rub both of his friend's sensitive spots and thrust his hips forward, loving how hard he was making Greg. Where he would have once been disgusted by such acts he was now hornier than ever, eager to sexually pleasure his friend and get teased in turn.

A tingling started to play over his penis the more he thrust, sending pleasurable waves through his loins that spurred him on to service his new lover. It was as though he was getting longer, more so than the penile tissues would allow. The sensation seemed to center at the head of his penis, a warmth settling into his foreskin as the hairs itched more so than when he'd gone too long without manscaping. But, in his moment of passion, Jacob was remiss for caring only that his cock was getting closer to the target of his affections, straining the more that they continued to explore each other...