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The haze of smoke drifted between the ceiling fans, blown about from corner to corner without a moments rest. Tendrils of grey wisps spun around the blades, the blur of motion combined with the miasma obscuring the tarnished color of the fans. Cracked lights swung in the stagnant breeze, their light filtered through the smoke, dispersed through the particles, the yellow glow barely penetrating the thickness in the air. Patrons looked at one another through a tinted fog, breathing in the acrid air, pushing it back out with the exhale of cigarettes, swallowing it with the gulp of alcohol.

Richard coughed continuously. He shuddered when he took sips from his glass of triple sec. The hart's eyes narrowed, trying to keep the haze from clouding his vision of the various bar rats. A strenuous day in the shop lead him to taking the night relaxing in a bar, bits of grit still matting the hazel fur of his forearms. His hooved fingers clinked on the glass as he took a quick swig, grimacing as the strong liquor and second hand smoke seeped into his esophagus. In the poor lighting, he marveled how difficult it was for him to tell the difference between the lighter and darker brown of his fur, the majority of the latter color concealed beneath t-shirt and shorts.

He kicked the gym bag at his feet as he turned his gaze around the bar. From his table flush up against the wall farthest from the door, Richard had nearly a full view of the room without having to twist his head around from side to side. Between the low lighting and the smog, there wasn't much to see - nothing but talking heads and moving arms. His perked ears picked up the sounds of hacking and talking. A glass smashed on the floor, a waitress running out from behind the counter to quickly sweep up the debris.

"Waitress!" he called, holding his empty glass over his head. She continued to sweep, bent over as she held the dustpan beside the shards. The stag watched as her rump swelled inside her jeans, his eyes glued to the two pillows jiggling. He tried to ignore the front, where a sagging belly spilled out from an unflattering shirt. "Waitress!" She stood up, the dustpan full of broken glass pointed at his table. Richard straightened in his seat as she walked towards him, cleaning implements in her hands.

"What is it?" her raspy voice asked. Closer up, Richard could make out more of the details of her body: the flat chest, the thin oily hair, the black stripes of a tiger. She bared her fangs at him when he held his glass to her. "And just which hand am I going to handle that in?" The tigress grumbled as she shifted the broom handle into the same hand as the dustpan. She snatched the empty glass from Richard, her tail twitching as she stomped away. The deer looked at the wooden floor to see if he could make out any indents made by her war path to the bar front.

He put his feet up on the empty seat across from him, his hooves clicking against the metal frame of the chair, his cloven hands tapping at the horns on his head. Richard ruffled through his golden tuft of hair, scratching his scalp as he looked for any other choice pieces of ass to explore next. In the near darkness, he had a hard time telling when somebody was male or female. In the distance, it didn't matter which gender the booty was attached to, as long as the butt was shapely and solid. He pushed down the rise in his shorts.

"Well hey there handsome." His ears twitched wildly upon hearing the sultry voice, revealing the tender pink insides of the aural passage. Hooves clattered against metal, the rustling of voices dying down as eyes focused on the startled stag. Richard sank lower into his seat, trying to avoid the gazes as the feminine voice behind him tittered. "Oh you frighten so easily. Had I know I would have put more effort into sneaking up on you." A puff of smoke brushed through his hair. "Would you prefer I came around to you, or would you like to join me at my table?"

Richard turned around in his seat, his knees digging into the warmed metal upon which he'd been sitting, "I'd prefer to know who I'm talking to before I decide to change seats" The cloud of smoke blocked his vision, his nose twitching as he picked up the sweet scent. He sniffed again, his brows furrowed. "Is that a caramel flavored cigarette?" The smoke parted, allowing the deer to catch a glimpse of the one who startled him.

Platinum blond hair crowned her face, each strand immaculately combed into position. The follicles wrapped around her ears, her species immediately recognizable to him - another deer, with a delicate peach and white fur pattern that almost blended with her hair. The luster of her coif, seeming to sparkle even in the limited lighting of the bar, looking like somebody had turned white gold into individual thread before delicately placing them atop her head. Smoke floated up above her ears. "E-cigarette. I've been trying to quit for a few months now." Wafts of caramel scent bombarded Richard's olfactory senses. "Maybe you should come over her, sugar. I'd love to talk to a strong man like yourself."

He picked up his bag and moved over to her table, allowing him to view the full picture. She wore a red dress, the front barely covering up her pert, oversized breasts. If the fabric moved in the wrong way, he imagined he would get a full view of her nipples, the nubs of which already poked at the outer lining. The open cleft taunting his vision looked deep enough for him to stick his nose into it. He yearned to sniff, to feel the softness of her chest. She coughed, and he looked at her face, bright blue eyes with painted lashes greeting his gaze. She laughed, the crimson cream on her lips applied to perfection, not a drop of shade to be found on the white fur of her muzzle. In her left hoof, she clutched a cigarette holder adorned in bands of gold. A light puff on the end caused a clout of perfumed water to blast into Richard's face. He drank it in with a sigh.

"Now what's a strong, handsome buck like yourself doing in a dive like this?" she asked. The waitress slammed a glass onto the table, the alcohol sloshing over the side and splashing on the table. Richard turned to offer his thanks. His words died in his throat when the tigress hissed at him before she stalked away. "Not the friendliest staff I've seen. You come here often, sugar? Or is she just an old flame of yours that didn't make the cut when better prospects rolled along?" Her cleavage widened as she leaned back in her seat. Richard leaned forward.

"When the day is hard, a good drink helps to ease in the night. I go out when it's been a rough day, or I feel I deserve a reward." He grabbed his drink and downed half the contents, his legs quivering in an attempt to suppress a cough. "Sometimes that means a drink, sometimes it means finding some company with whom to converse. But this is my first time here, yes. I'd heard the alcohol was cheap and the company fine, yet my sources might have been a little misleading on both subjects." The hart gestured to the room. "I'm not particularly fond of smoking."

"It's a nasty habit. Best not to start it at all." She puffed on her cigarette holder. "Something about these electronic ones though almost makes them more addictive than the real thing. Caramel has such a nice, rich flavor compared to nicotine." The right side of her lips curled up. "So much more exotic. Like the difference between a dog and wolf. They might both be canines, but one just has more allure to it." She breathed in the vapors floating around her head. "Mystique, if you will."

Richard nodded. His gaze had dropped down to her chest again, watching her breasts as they bounced with her movements, or squished together when she brought the cigarette holder to her lips. Their rise and fall captivated his attention, his hands on his lap to keep the tent from showing should his companion decide to look under the table. "Mystique, ya," he echoed. Her mystique captured his desire, another deer, upfront and generous in her looks. The mental image of the waitress bending over was replaced with the form of the female sitting before him.

She grabbed his ear with her free hoof, rubbing the soft fuzz on the outside. "Strawberry tattoo," she stated, referring to the print on Richard's left ear. "A refreshing summer treat." He swooned as she started to rub on the inside of his ear, working the pink fuzz with a delicate touch. "Sometimes common place at breakfast and in salad, but exotic in its own way as well. You're certainly quite the catch here, sugar." She released his ear, letting it twitch back into place beside his rack.

The male grinned as he finished off his drink, setting the glass down on the edge of the table. She pushed it away from the corner as he watched her bare arms reach for the glass, the wiry frame of her body the perfect complement to her breasts. "You go to the gym, too?" he asked, motioning to his own bag. "I use the Health and Wellness down on Melvin road, but you must go elsewhere. I'm sure I would have noticed a gorgeous creature like yourself at a gym where you'd make everyone else look ordinary." He reached for her hoof, but she pulled it away at the last moment to brush the fur on her ear.

"Asking all these personal questions, and you haven't even asked my name yet, handsome." She blew a blast of smoke into his face, causing him to squint. "I've never been to a gym before, a lady takes care of herself in private. Though if I knew I could find bucks like yourself at those places, I may have decided to frequent fitness centers more often." The electronic cigarette whirred when she blew into it, a faint spray of mist fading into the thick smog of real cigarette smoke. "Out of water, what a shame." She pulled the electronic device out of the holder, promptly stuffing the two into her cleavage. Richard gasped as she laughed. "This dress doesn't come with a pocket, and I'd have to stop looking at your dashing body if I bent over to get my purse." She rested her chin on her hoofs. "So are you going to ask?"

Richard licked his lips. "Ask what?" he mumbled as he stared at the tail end of the cigarette holder, the stem poking out from the top of her breast cleft. He shook his head clear when she folded her arms over her mammaries. "Oh right! I'm Richard, and I'd love to know who I have the pleasure of speaking with tonight. Assuming the gracious lady would be so kind as to share more personal information about herself." He flashed a smile, catching the glint of amusement in her bright eyes.

"The name's Melissa, sugar, but please call me Mel. Melissa's far too dark a name for a woman like myself." She brought her hoof to her lips, only to scowl when she tried to puff on nothing. "Listen, Richard, darling. My bad habit keeps me going through water faster than a camel after a trek through the desert. What say you and I head somewhere a little cleaner and a little more bountifully supplied with fluids, and we can pick up the conversation." She tapped his nose. "You'll get to learn more than you thought possible if you decide to tag along." Mel reached under the table before rising to her feet, a black purse strap held in her grasp. "I'll be waiting in the parking lot for you while you pay. Don't keep me waiting too long now." She turned, her fluffy tail poking through a slot in the dress. Richard watched her slender legs as she strode to the door, her back straighter than a high school football captain.

Transfixed on the swishing of her hips, Richard watched as the doe vanished into the haze of smoke and poor lighting. The caramel scent clung to his nose as he raised his glass to hail the waitress. The tigress wasted little time in making her way to Richard, who requested the tab for his drinks and those of the lady with whom he'd been conversing. "She didn't order anything," the waitress grunted as she turned around, her striped tail smacking the table. She returned with a smudged bill, which Richard had to decipher before determining his tab. He left two twenties on the table, enough to pay for his drinks and leave a modest tip. Richard doubted any amount of money would appease the surly waitress' ire.

Richard ran into Mel in the parking lot, the female stretched out over the hood of a car, her chest splayed out over her upper torso. She turned to see him coming in the parking lot light, the waxing moon overhead blocking out the stars with its glow. Mel rolled off the car without so much as arching her back, the dress falling to cover her right leg, leaving the left still exposed to the cool air. "Bought time you showed up, sugar. How about you hop into my car, I don't think a fine fellow like yourself should be driving after so many rounds of drinks. It's just not the smart decision, and you certainly look like a buck who makes the smartest decision." She pulled the car keys out from the purse left lying on the hood. The car beeped before she opened the driver's side door. "Coming?" Richard ran to the passenger side.

He watched as she buckled the seatbelt, the way the strap forced her breasts apart momentarily before becoming consumed by them, grey fabric wedge in between white furred spheres. The barest hint of pink flesh peeked out from the dress before she pulled it over, concealing the mystery of her tits. "Just keep looking, handsome, you'll get to see plenty more when we get home, I've got something I think you'll absolutely love." He couldn't fathom something more enjoyable than touching her body, feeling his hands run over the curves of her hips. The car purred as the ignition started. He put a paw on her lap, squeezing her thighs as she switched between brake and gas throughout the trip. Not once did his gaze waver from her body.

Richard only realized it was time to get out of the vehicle when she forcibly removed his hoof from her leg so she could rise, not a crease in her dress rustling as she moved from car seat to standing. He fumbled with his seatbelt, failing to unbuckle it on the first attempted, his vision blurred from having stared too long. When he finally escaped the clutches of the car, he nearly landed on his face, his first step on the pavement upsetting his balance. He leaned against the automobile for support, the world spinning around him. Mel came into focus, her smile the anchor that kept everything steady. "We'd better get you inside, sugar. You look like you've had one too many drinks tonight, and I doubt the car ride helped with anything." She sidled up beside him, draping his arm over her shoulder to help support him. His hoof landed on her breast, and he eagerly clutched at it, feeling how it squished in his grasp. "Somebody is eager tonight." Together, they walked into her house.

From the hallway, he could see the living room to his right, a cream coloured sofa facing an open fire place with the poker still stuck in the ashes. A mounted TV on the wall beside the fireplace retained the burned in image of a white square in the upper right corner, a memento of having being left on without any input. Light from a free standing lamp illuminated the paintings on the walls, various landscapes of wheat covered plains with female workers toiling to bring back provision for the farms painted in the distance. None of the workers had breasts as magnificent as Mel's, he thought. He tried to grope her chest, but the doe had already moved to the stairs at the end of the barren hallway, her purse strap resting over her shoulder. "Follow me. You'll find yourself much more comfortable in the basement, there's a bed for you to lie down, readymade and just waiting for a strong boy like yourself to rest on it." Her feet clicked on the tiled floor as she made her way downstairs.

The smell of perfume drifted up the staircase, Richard's nose twitching as he tried to parcel out the various aromas. The strongest amongst them was the caramel he'd grown familiar with from the electronic cigarette, but he thought he detected hints of lavender, rose hip, and persimmon. Buried beneath the stronger flowery scents, he picked up a strong female aroma, the musk of a hard working woman. His crotch jerked, the erection he'd sported since first beginning conversation with Mel reaching a new level or urgency. There was a bed downstairs. He grinned to himself as he followed after Mel, his hoofs tugging on the hem of his shorts, slowly inching the waistband down with each step towards the unlit room.

"It's just over here. Sorry about the light, handsome. I've been meaning to get it fixed for some time, but they say it's better with the lights off anyway." He had very little doubt in his mind what she meant. Richard paused at the entry way, pulling down his shorts and kicking them off to the side, his tail shaking as he hopped into the basement. The minimal amount of light coming from upstairs was not enough to help him penetrate the darkness. He fumbled step by step as he walked into the embrace of the black, his movement led by the throbbing of his dick in his underwear. "I'm on the other side, closer to wall. The bed's right over here, if you think you can make it on your own."

"Wouldn't it be easier if you came over here and helped me?" he asked, testing the space before him with his leg before moving towards the sound of Mel's voice. "I've got the perfect handhold for you to grab to help guide me to the bed." His hoof hit something wooden. "Or I may have just found it on my own." He knee bumped into softness and plush above the wood. Richard rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. Even in the darkness, the world seemed to spin and turn, the strange combination of fragrances throwing his senses off balance. He tumbled onto the bed, the mattress conforming to his body, supporting his torso with a layer of silken fabric between himself and the cushion. "This is amazingly soft," he muttered with his muzzle planted into the sheets.

Their hoofs clicked as he felt her body press up to him, her breasts flattening against his back, their warmth spreading out over his shirt. He began to speak, but she blocked his muzzle with a hand. "Now now, there's nothing more to say. Just enjoy yourself, I know how wild boys like you can get when you're pent up after a long day. You just let Mel handle everything, and I'll show you a wonderful time." He nodded his assent. "I'm going to assume that you're silence means you agree. Roll over for me, stud." The weight on his back lifted. Eager to please, Richard flipped over, his shaft stretching his underwear.

"Raise up your arms." He felt the fur on her arms against his torso as she pulled his shirt off and over his head. "Just lie down, but keep your arms out." Her lips kissed his, his tongue trying to probe ahead, only to be blocked by her teeth. Warmth spread out across his body, concentrated to his chest, aligned to Mel's breasts. Their fur rubbed together, his ears picking up the sound of rustling hairs as he tried to flex his chest into hers. He felt the shiver run through her body when he cupped her boobs. "Relax, sugar. Arms down and spread out." He groped again, loving the heft of her ampleness in his hands, before complying.

"What have you got planned for this stud?" he asked, grinning as he felt her hooves brush against his wrists. The silk from the bed seemed to wrap around his fur, moving with Mel's body. "You tying me up or something? Now that's a kink I wouldn't think a girl like you would have." He thrust his hips upwards, searching for the feeling of her form, finding naught but the still air of the basement. His underwear was growing damp from his leaking as she wrapped up his other wrist. "Don't forget to tie up my legs, that'll make it so much more fun. Just me here, lying down at your mercy, naked and in the dark." He shivered as felt her working at his legs. "Yes, right there perfect. And if you could just lean forward maybe, there's a present there for you."

Mel's jovial tittering reverberated throughout the room. "Oh, handsome, you're going to have many presents for me, but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here. Tell me, can you try testing the restraints?" Richard grunted as he tugged and struggled to move his arms and legs, the wood creaking from trying to keep the stag in place. "That sounds like it's working. Close your eyes, or you might feel a sting." Lights flashed on the ceiling, expelling the darkness from the room. Above his head, Richard stared at a series of clear tubes and cables crisscrossing the ceiling. He tried to tilt his head up, but Mel stopped him, pushing his head down into a pillow she slipped behind him. "You comfortable there? Sorry about the lights, I couldn't let you get a look up there before getting you into place. Wouldn't want to go scaring my prize away before the fun even begins."

He watched as she stood up, her naked body exposed to his hungry eyes. Her tail flicked up, leaving nothing to obscure the rounded ass cheeks of her backside, two high and firm slabs of prime deer booty that complemented and completed her hourglass physique. She possessed the back of a runner, with just a faint hint of muscle, the majority of her power and brawn focused in her legs. Richard begged for her to turn around so he could see her tits exposed. "You'll have plenty of time for that later. I've just got one more little adjustment to make before we can start." As she moved to the side, his head moved along with her, eyes never leaving the sight of her figure. Each step she took caused her whole body to shift, her boobs bouncing and jiggling. Even from a profile view, Richard drooled as he watched her.

She kneeled at the bedside, a collar in her hands. "Don't move, sugar. This'll be over real soon. If you behave, I'll let you lick my boobs." Richard remained rigid, allowing her to fasten the metal collar around his neck. He felt a small prick in the back, wincing from the sting. "That's a good, strong buck. You definitely deserve your reward." Her body hovered above his, and even with gravity pulling them down, her breasts remained pert and upright, immune to the sagging of so many other women. Barely an inch away from his face, Richard stuck his tongue out and give the white furred mammaries a lick. "That's enough of that now." Mel stood up and turned away, leaving the bound hart on the bed to once more indulge in ogling her backside.

His erection pulsed in his underwear, thickening as it prepared to release his load. But nothing poured out from the top, even the flow of pre abating. The need to cum was there, the feeling of orgasm rocked his brain, but there was no relief from the burning pleasure. Seconds passed, and with them the feeling died down, leaving the male panting and staring at the ceiling. He tugged on the restraints. "Hey, Mel - this is fun and all, but I really need you to get me off before I end up with a bad case of blue balls." He grunted as he attempted to struggle free. "Damn things feel like they're swelling up from the pressure."

"Oh it's working already then, is it?" Her face appeared above his, the lipstick cleaned off her muzzle. "My that collar works faster than a gal has time to spare." Fabric swished as she pulled away from his field of vision. "Just sit there and enjoy the ride, sugar. And make yourself comfortable, I don't think you'll be going anywhere anytime soon, even once the bonds break." A button clicked, ambient music filling the silence between his grunts. "Do you like the bed spread? It's fine silk, imported from across the country. Expensive, but well worth the cost if it means having a buck like yourself enjoy himself just a fraction more." Caramel scented smoke wafted up his nose. His struggling ceased as he smiled.

A bright flash of light blinded him, his head jerking away from the source that had emitted the pulse from the ceiling. "We need a before picture of you. It's good to know from where you came. Want a light?" A hoof clutching an electronic cigarette hovered in front of him. Richard shook his head. "You sure? This one isn't drugged, I only use the pheromones in the ones I smoke. Oh well, more for me, it just means one less trip to get water." The mattress shifted under him, Mel's hips brushing up against his calves. "The collar helps too, though there's a more important function for that. You getting any of this? Richard groaned as she rubbed a hoof over his groin. "Probably not. Better cut back on the cigarettes next time."

His eyes rolled back as Mel continued to stroke the covered cock, not a drop of pre oozing out to dampen the already stained underwear he sported. "Thick, long - were you always like that, or is the collar really working that fast? Doesn't matter to me, hon. You've got something I need, and you're not going anywhere until I get enough of it." Cool air rushed against his soaked dick, the shaft popping free and sticking straight up, rocking back and forth as it jerked with the need for a touch. "Better get the scissors to get this off the easy way. Don't go anywhere, sugar, I'll be right back." The mattress bounced up as she rose, the sound of her feet clicking dulling as she moved towards the stairs.

Richard's thoughts centered on his groin, the focal point of his pleasure. It swayed without breeze, a barren tree waiting for spring so that it could blossom and yield its fruit. Each back and forth of the trunk shook the roots, sending the euphoria deeper into his body. First his stomach felt the tingling, his lightly defined abs crunching together, squeezing the fur that rested on top of them between thin crevices of muscle. The first contraction had his face contorting into a wince, the second bringing out a low moan. He forced the third one by leaning forward and bringing his hips up, the restraints on his arms and legs allowing him to manage little more than a slight flex. It was enough for the stag to enjoy.

It seeped into his legs, his quads bunching together in spasmodic clenching, one head relaxing while another seized up. He turned his head from side to side, but the angle he lay at prevented him from seeing the shifting of his muscle beneath his fur. Richard bit his lip to keep from crying out, his mouth hanging open when he started to groan once the pain turned to comfort. He felt the arc in his back increase as his hips thrust forward, cock towering above the rest of his body. The curve didn't settle into place when he tried to ease himself back into a position of lying flat.

When the prickling moved to his arms, he got his first good look of what was happening. He watched as his biceps pulled on themselves, only to burst forward a fraction of an inch with the passing of seconds. When they contracted a second time, they retained some of the newly gained size, giving them greater peaks. He'd been athletic before, but watching his arms swell, the peaks climbing steadily higher with the minutes, he doubted that physique would last much longer. "How am I growing muscle?" he breathed, marveling as his forearms thickened, the fur and skin stretching to keep him covered.

"That's the collar, sugar," he heard Mel from the stairs. "It injects a serum into your neck that concentrates in your balls and spreads from there. I've tried directly applying the serum to the balls once...." She puffed on the cigarette holder, the tip of it just barely catching Richard's eye. "Poor fellow still can't walk. It works best when it has a chance to be diluted by blood first. Don't you worry. I wouldn't risk harming a handsome stag. A stud like you deserves to enjoy his treatment before being released back into the wild." Her free hand rubbed over his chest.

He had to pull his head up to see her hoofs on his pecs, the muscle there having pushed them up enough that lying down would have obscured his vision. If they packed on any more muscle, he knew he would have a chest that could put the tigress waitress from the bar to shame. He had a long way to go to catch up to Mel, though, the doe's cleavage bobbing in the air above his cock. She bent over, letting the tip of his member press into her boobs. His pecs swelled larger as he groaned and tried to thrust forward, pushing his mass into the amateur bodybuilder range.

Richard thrashed. He tugged at his bonds, trying to yank the silken threads clean from the bed posts. "I don't want to be bigger, though." he shouted. "You can't just kidnap somebody and make them grow larger. Get this thing off." The deer began coughing as a cloud of smoke blasted into his face, the familiar flavour wafting up his nose. His eyes unfocused, his head flopping back against the pillow. "Don't wanna be big," he whined, the tugs on his shackles weakening in frequency and intensity. Warmth surrounded his dick, pressure applied to the sides of his spear. He sighed in bliss as the confines around his cock grew tighter without him having to move. Scissors snipped, the elastic of his waist band snapping open, exposing his enlarged balls to the air.

"Men don't seem to know what's good for them. Just trust me. By the time we're through having fun, you'll be thrilled to be huge." Mel rose, Richard's cock popping free of the underside of the cleavage. She tapped his dick, watching as it bobbed back and forth. "Bigger already. Now isn't that a wonder, you must be reacting real nicely to the dosage. I'd better get the buckets before you start blowing." She gripped his shaft and squeezed, smiling as he howled and jerked into her grasp. "You're already so much more eager. And remember, handsome, you agreed to come here on your own, so don't go accusing me of kidnapping. You're a buck who has made good decision so far. Keep making them and you'll have pleasure you never imagined."

With the smoke dissipating, Richard tried to clear his head. Shaking it reminded him of the increasing size of his body, his muzzle smacking into the sides of expanding shoulders. Attempts to look forward resulted in observing the rise and fall of his breathing, the way his chest would puff out a half an inch, and sink back by a quarter. The weight of his muscle pressed into his ribcage, yet the steady flow of air into his lungs continued without any difficulty. Somewhere over the hill of his pecs, he saw the head of his cock swing around, a fat mushroom that begged for a hand to caress it. He tried to use his own, but the bonds held firm.

Between his lats and his ass, the curve in his back caused him to rise up on the mattress, the cushion below sinking under the amounting mass above. The two forces played off each other, but his growing musculature was winning, keeping his lower back from feeling the softness of the sheets he'd been laid out upon. Mel didn't come back. Not a sound came from upstairs, no banging of buckets like she claimed she was getting, no clacking of hoof on tail. He rolled his shoulders, trying to alleviate some of the tension between the blades of his back. The silk binding his wrists moved, but did not break.

He couldn't see his toes over his chest anymore. The hoofs on his feet had become obscured by the dark brown mass of brawn jutting forward and up, seeming to race for height along with his dick, but the latter was well ahead and winning still. Richard tried crunching his abs, his new cumbersome muscle preventing him from performing the task as easily as when he had first begun. Were there six visible abs, or eight? There was no way for him to see. Flexing his core only spread the pleasure faster throughout his body.

"What a fine specimen of deer," the melodic voice drifted from behind. Richard tilted his head back to try and see, the cords in his neck protruding as his traps expanded to keep up with the motion. "You'd have a hard time finding bodybuilders your size, sugar. How does that make you feel, to know that you're so huge that you could win any competition you entered?" Her hand clutched his muzzle shut. "It must be amazing. Why, just having all that muscle on you, it radiates power, strength, and awe. A woman can't resist a man who has muscle like you have." Metal clanged on the floor. "And a man can't resist a woman with a gorgeous body. So I think it's time you started sharing some of that beauty with your hostess, handsome." Mel climbed over Richard's head, giving him full view of her breasts, the wide hips, her four visible abdominal muscles, and the flare of her legs. He tried to lean forward and lick her, but only managed to get a taste of her right hoof as she moved over him.

The stag yowled as he felt suction applied to his cock, the weight of a body sitting on his stomach. Mel's back blocked the view of his cock, and beyond her there was nothing to see. The sides of her boobs were visible as she lifted her arms to fondle his member, the head too thick for her to fit into her muzzle. Richard begged for her to take more, jerking his hips up into her maw. His balls bounced off the mattress with each thrust, their weight pulling at his scrotum. He felt the fur of his sac brush against his inner thighs. Mel wiggled her tongue into the slit of his cock. Pre erupted from the opening into her muzzle.

Bit by bit, her backside vanished from view, replaced by the landscape of his pecs. He mourned the loss of her legs, no longer able to see the way her runner's build shifted and moved as she squirmed on his abs. Her hips slipped out of sight, the hourglass shape she bore no longer recognizable from his angle. He indulged in her breasts, enthralled by their sway and bounce as she sucked and slurped, pushing the pair of titties into his shaft. They squelched as they met with the dribble of pre that leaked from her mouth, their shape conforming to the rigid pipe. A foot tapped his balls. Richard bellowed.

Mel pulled off as cum rushed forward, the initial blast arcing through the air, splashing over their heads and landing on the floor with a splatter. She rolled off him as the second shot exploded out, following on the heels of its predecessor. As rope after rope of semen fired from his groin, the sound of it landing changed from a dull smack to a metallic ting. "Orgasm already, I had such high hopes for you. You won't even be able to fill a bucket with this round." With the weakening of his ejaculate, Mel moved the bucket closer, catching the milky white spray in the iron receptacle. When Richard was down to a trickle, she placed the bucket on the floor, climbed on top of him, and licked his shaft clean. "It doesn't hurt to get a booster dose, I suppose."

Richard watched as she took the bucket, licking her lips before bringing it to her mouth. He barely could make out the sight of her throat bulging as she swallowed gulp after gulp of his jizz, not a trickle escaping from the side. When finished, she wiped her lips clean and licked the residue off of her hoof. "Thanks for sharing, sugar. But there's so much more that you can produce, and you're just going to love the results." She hefted up his sac, the size of one ball too large for her to hold completely in her palm. Mel let it drop and slap onto the bed. Richard swallowed, his throat parched. "How do you like it, handsome?"

The stag hesitated. The feelings of growth had slowed since his orgasm, but they were creeping in again, starting to churn in the depths of his sack. He gave his chest a flex, amazed that with his musculature he possessed pecs large enough to give Mel a run for her money in the size department. "It's okay, I guess," he admitted, idly tugging at his ropes. They refused to break, so he shrugged, his traps bunching up to his muzzle. "But I don't think I could handle getting much bigger than this, honestly. I wouldn't be able to move if my muscle grew anymore."

"Perfect," Mel said with a smile, her legs straddling his waist as she shimmied his way up to his pecs. She began to lie across him, her breasts resting on his chest, forcing the softer cushions to jut forward right into his face. A lone tit, firmed and eager, pushed against his muzzle. His tongue slipped out to test it. The owner moaned, Mel's body quaking atop his. He opened up his mouth as he leaned forward, clamping the nipple between his lips and suckling away like a newborn calf. "That's it, handsome. Enjoy them while you can." Her back curved as she shoved her breast into his face, pushing the softness into his nose.

The nipple in his mouth swelled. He didn't question its sudden growth, he assumed her arousal increased. But as more and more space became occupied by her flesh, and the pressure against his face intensified, Richard needed to open his eyes to see what was happening. Her tit was released as he gasped. Before his eyes, the two already significant breasts of his captor ballooned, forcing her arms aside as she tried to hug around them, her reach incapable of encompassing their girth. Mel's moans turned feral as she dropped her head into the beach balls on her chest, Richard eagerly copying as he stuck his face into the cleft between them, his muzzle becoming trapped as the boobs fought for space to grow in every direction they could.

Air met his nose again, and Richard whimpered for the warmth and comfort of Mel's breasts. She got on her feet, standing on his abs. Richard flexed, watching as she had to regain her balance, her boobs jiggling as they stretched forward and to the sides, each alone with a circumference greater than her waist. "Careful there, sugar. You don't want me falling down on you now, there's still so much more fun to be had." She bent forward, grabbing onto his cock and sticking her rear out, giving Richard a perfect view of her buns for the barest moment. They vanished as a wave of pleasure rocked him, and his muscles surged in size, forcing his muzzle to face up.

The bed sagged under the heft of their bodies. She walked across the mattress, each step jostling Richard's prone body. With her breasts blocking the view of her face, he had the opportunity to see her abs, eight bricks that looked more packed than puffy, perfectly delineated under the peach of her fur. The oblique lines melded into the muscle on her thighs, the size of her hips accentuated by the scope of her quads. It seemed as though the extra width allowed for more muscle to pack on without impeding her movements as much as they might for a male. "It's been far too long since I got to enjoy myself like this. Let me show you my appreciation." She bent over, her boobs smothering his face as she fiddled with the collar on his neck. Little pricks shocked him out of his sexual daze. "I turned it up a level, just for you, stud."

Richard squirmed, the bed creaking under their combined weight. "You sure about this, Mel? It feels great and all, but I really think I can't get much bigger." His quads squeezed together, forcing his sac to ride up on the muscle of his thighs. The deer's calves had swollen to such an extent that they managed to touch the mattress even as his butt kept his lower back from coming even close to the sheets. He writhed with pleasure, the spreading of the stimulant going deep into his balls, exploding out into the rest of his body. His hooves clenched and tightened in on themselves, as if they too were becoming harder, denser, something stronger than before. He couldn't turn his head to look, his traps and pecs were locking him into place, giving him nothing to view other than the underside of Mel's tits.

The boobs swung around, rocking in his vision as he watched her ass ripple, the sinew in her legs transforming her from a runner's build to a serious lifter. Her touch on his monolith sent him reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the need for orgasm bubbled up again. She hugged the cock into her body, squeezing the girth that was nearly as thick as her waist into her cleavage. The dick entered with a slurp, the wetness from his earlier release and her licking helping to pull it into the embrace and warmth of the crevice. Mel couldn't hug around herself, she was having enough trouble reaching anything in front of her, but she could still manage to compress her boobs inward, make them bunch up in the center, and have their heat supply some excess bliss.

His spouting tip jetted pre onto her chin, the splatter dripping around the edges of her muzzle, easy for Mel to lick off and savour. Each drop rounded out her chest a little more, made her ass that much finer in the eyes of the male she stood upon. She squatted, dragging her body against the shaft, sticking her butt into the captive man's visage. He watched her stand up again, barely able to focus on anything other than the intensity of the pleasure she brought him, her movements digging sexuality out of the corners of his body and magnifying it into unbridled strength and power. Richard flexed his forearms, and the bonds holding him in place snapped. He flexed his calves, and the silk on his ankles sundered. The hart managed no more movement - the muscle fighting for space with one another kept him from so much as wiggling.

The bed creaked, splinters cracking from the sides of the frame. "Bigger." Richard shouted, his jaw barely opening against the mass of his chest. "Make me bigger Mel, make me a beast of pleasure and lust." The mattress sank, the frame shattering, the couple collapsing to the ground, their weight destroying the springs. Mel continued her pole dance, spinning her body around the tower that jutted through her boobs and over her head, working her eight pack into the turgid length. She tried to lean forward and lick it, but the thickness caught against her chest, having reached the limit it was going to sink into her boobs. Mel groaned as she watched it widen, pushing her tits apart inches at a time, the helmet above spurting pre over their bodies.

Light glinted off her hooves, the smooth black replaced with multiple facets, refracting the rays from the bulbs through it. He couldn't ask about it, his mouth wouldn't open beyond the need to groan and grunt his desires. Thrusting his hips proved futile, his growing body providing all the need for motion for which he could hope. Flexing turned out to be the perfect means of testing his new body. Though he could not see his size, he could feel the biceps as they struggled to swell against his shoulder, the round masses eclipsing his head. Triceps below pushed back lats, which in turn pushed the triceps forward, the ground sagging under the tons of immobile bulk. The tip of his cock popped into view as Mel swung around, the head close to touching the ceiling, his heavy and full balls flopped over his quads. A single, luscious tit blocked the view, the pressure around his cock replaced with the solid touch of a diamond-hard hoof.

His trembling body announced the oncoming onslaught before the gurgling of his balls. "Oh sugar, this is the load for which I've been waiting." She climbed off of him, her swagger hampered by the rolling of her thighs around one another, the cords of brawn just barely pushing her to the edge of waddling. Buckets clanked together as Richard clenched his hoofs, crushing a screw that had landed in his grasp when the bed broke. He felt the cum travelling through his shaft, slow, goopy fluid methodically making its way up the tunnel, bulging the flesh on the outside, leaving no doubt as to where the semen was most heavily concentrated. His balls roiled and swelled, covering the view of his knees as a volcanic burst of cum erupted from his tip, smashing through the ceiling above.

Richard counted three seconds of straight fire before his mind shut off to pleasure. The blast lasted closer to ten, but there was no reprieve for the stag, the near continual strands of cum exploding from his head with enough velocity to smack the ceiling of the floor his cum had broken into, debris fluttering down and coating his brawn in dust and spunk. The buckets filled rapidly with fluid that dripped from overhead. "Now that's what a buck produces: pure sex, perfect for a gal's need. Don't stop now, you've got a quota to fill before the night's over." Richard couldn't imagine stopping, his balls still felt full, still brimming with the need for release. His pecs plumped, covering his nose, traps locking him into place. The pillow he'd been resting on previous was replaced with his lats.

Met's voice was in his ear as the orgasm continued. "There's no stopping now, sugar, not until you're all spent. So you are going to tell me right now, do you want to be even bigger for your hostess? You can be the biggest male right now, and have the biggest gal to help pleasure you all night long, but you have to tell me if you want it." Richard tried to scream, his mouth incapable of opening. He tried to raise his hand, but his arms wouldn't move. His eyes remained wide open, searching for her face, begging for her to look into his gaze and know his thoughts. The view became nothing but a giant tit, Mel's delicate laugh causing the boob to bounce, smacking against the top side of Richard's nose. "Well you're cock is saying yes, and that's the only answer I need. Let me just turn this up a notch."

The world went black as Mel shoved her chest into his face, the heat and scent of her breaking his focus from his spurting dick. He felt the hand wiggle through the muscle and find the collar, followed by a prick that dug deep into his neck. Energy surged in his balls, the force of his blasts tapering off, the faucet turned off momentarily so the piping could be reworked. A nipple rested over his mouth, and he tried to lick it, suck it, nibble on it, but with Mel pushing her boobs forward, squishing them into the immovable wall of his pecs, he had no chance of opening up to have a taste. The thought of trying anything else escaped him, chemicals from his sac travelling back to the rest of his body, inflating him with new masses of brawn and strength. His brain shut off to make way for the tide of sex before it could crash against the shore of reason.

Richard groaned and rolled to the side, his arm smacking at the alarm clock. The device continued to beep and howl after the second swipe. He propped himself up on his side, eyes half open as he flicked off the switch on the side of the clock, groaning as his head hit the pillow again. Veins pulsed in his head as a death metal band blasted music throughout his skull. He cursed himself for forgetting to keep Tylenol on the nightstand after a night of binge drinking. The stag sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand.

As consciousness slowly returned, Richard recalled bits of information, things that felt too surreal to be anything but a dream. A doe in peach and white, blowing smoke that brought him to arousal. A collar around his neck, constantly pricking him and itching. A cock that could have doubled as a bed for a basketball player. Muscles large enough to prevent movement. Breasts, glorious boobs that bounced on their owner's chest. A she-devil with a winning smile and a red dress. His cock spurted on his sheets.

"If drinking is going to give me dreams like that, I'm going to have to start drinking every single night. Now why can't a girl like that ever take interest in me when I'm at the gym?" The deer stretched and yawned, slipping his feet out from the sheets, his hooves clacking on the wooden floor as he rose to standing. He cracked his neck, smiling as the noise resounded in his ears. Naked, his cock led the way, the member slowly softening as he walked to the bathroom for the morning shower. He sniffed at his arm, wrinkling his nose from the overly male scent that drifted from his fur.

A quick jerk off in the shower thinking of those dreamy boobs, accompanied by rippling abs and flaring hips, and Richard readied himself to face the day. He donned his t-shirt and shorts, hopping about his room to make sure everything remained in order. Satisfied, he headed downstairs for breakfast, eager to get in a bowl of oatmeal and a protein drink before heading out.

The note on the kitchen table interrupted his routine. It wasn't in his hand writing, the script far more delicate and effeminate. Curious, he picked it up and gave it a read:

Hey, sugar. Thanks for all the samples the other night, it'll make a big difference to me and the gals to have so much rich male buck essence to keep us going for another month. You were loving it at the end, I bet, with all that prime beef bursting on your body. Do you remember the picture I took at the beginning of you? I've attached it to the back, along with a picture of you at the end. And for being such a good sport, I included a before and after shot of myself as well, just so you have a little something to enjoy.

Now, you deserve a cut of the profits, of course. You provided, and you got to enjoy, but since it is your cum we're using, you get a small share of the wealth. Under each photo you'll find five one hundred dollar bills. Consider it a tip for all the good work that you did.

Maybe I'll see you around again. Just keep a lookout for a doe attached to a pair of boobs bigger than she is tall.

Sincerely,

Mel.

Richard blanched at the photos of himself. One was normal, as he always knew, but the other couldn't possibly be his personage. It couldn't be anybody. Aside from the brown and white fur that matched his own, the bloated mass in the second picture looked like nothing more than various over muscled body parts all crammed together in some sort of self-indulgent collage, with a vaguely dick shaped tube sticking out of the frame. He ripped the two photos off the backside of the note, finding the hundred dollar bills hidden away and pocketing them.

The second set of pictures were far easier on his eyes, and brought his cock to attention. A doe, in peach and white fur, wearing a red dress that barely covered her chest smiled at him, a cigarette holder clutched in her right. Below that, the same woman, but without the dress and sporting a chest magnitudes of size larger. The over endowed deer was resting on top of her tits, the flesh sinking into planks of what appeared to be a ruined bed frame. Richard peeled off the photos of Mel, setting them on the table face down, the crisp hundreds exposed to the air.

Richard went to his computer, sitting down and searching for any reference to the mysterious doe. The internet turned up nothing. The sun drifted past the window, the rays of early morning turning to afternoon, the stag still furiously looking for any sort of connection to Mel. Night rolled in, Richard groaning as his stretched his stiffened legs. He hobbled to the phone in the kitchen, his butt having fallen asleep. "You're a private eye, right? I'm looking for a girl named Mel, and I'd like to hire you. How does two thousand dollars sound?"