Transmogrification "Owww... Ow, fuck," Jerome groaned as he rubbed his fresh bumps and bruises. The small stag faced this kind of challenge every mating season. He and his bachelor friends suffered similarly; the bigger and stronger males claimed all the does, while the smaller stags were beaten into submission. Sometimes, the consequences were much worse, with trips to the hospital for serious injuries not being uncommon. And some dominant males took pleasure in utterly humiliating their defeated rivals, with more than a few ending up treated like does after their defeat. "Are you alright?" Tomas, an even smaller stag, asked, kneeling down to examine Jerome's wounds. He was visibly relieved to see that his friend had gotten through the day without any severe injuries. Two years before, Jerome had suffered an antler through his spleen. Fortunately, Tomas had managed to rush his friend to the emergency room in time. The smaller stag had been through medical school, which was why the other bachelor males appreciated having him around. However, he had decided against pursuing a career in medicine. His real passion turned out to be quantum physics, which led him to invent his transmogrification chamber. It was the solution to a problem that only Tomas had truly identified and worked to solve, aiming to protect his friends from brutal rituals every year. "Yeah... I'm ok... I'm ok," Jerome mumbled weakly, hugging himself tightly as he sat, rocking slowly back and forth. The stag was more mentally scarred than physically injured by what the male he’d lost to had done to him. Leaning over him, Tomas's nose picked up the scent; Jerome's sweat-soaked body reeked of heady, musky seed. Tomas had witnessed this more times than he cared to remember, the stronger having taken his pleasure with the weaker. "Did he make the females you were fighting for watch?" Tomas asked as Jerome sobbed softly. Gently, he stroked Jerome's cheek, watching as the other deer jerked away from his touch, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. Jerome put up a brave front. "Does always watch bucks fight," Jerome snorted, convincing himself that was what Tomas was referring to. They both knew very well that wasn't the question Tomas was asking, the heavy scent marking the air between them. "You've got a gentle touch, Tommy," Jerome spoke slowly, watching the other stag finish wrapping up his wounds. "And the tailhole raping happened afterward," Tomas noted, as his friend began to sob, leaning against him as he finished treating his wounds. "Now that the mating season is over... Can I show you something I've been working on?" Tomas asked as he carefully helped Jerome up, allowing Jerome to lean on him as they walked towards his lab. ….. Tomas the cervine paused to open the battered door, reaching in to flick on the light switch. The action illuminated the stairs leading down into his basement laboratory. "As you know, I've been working on harnessing quantum flux. With it, I can change reality in a number of ways," Tomas explained as they strolled down the steep cellar stairs, entering the slender stag's surprisingly large lab. Little had changed since the last time Jerome was there, with the notable exception of a strange glass and metal chamber that was now attached to the machines and computers present before. Looking at the chamber, Jerome felt a growing nervousness within himself. "What... What is this, Tommy?" Jerome asked, stepping away from the smaller buck and moving to sit down on the office chair that Tomas had in front of his monitors. "That is my subatomic quantum molecular transmogrification chamber," the small stag said, as if those words should hold clear meaning. Jerome just stared back at his friend, utterly clueless. Recognizing the confusion, Tomas stared back for a moment and then cleared his throat like a professor about to begin a lecture. "As I've mentioned before… I am using the magnetic resonance bottle to collect and contain the flux. It took me forever to figure out how to utilise it. Fortunately, the college managed to obtain a Heisenberg compensator from the government for me. Having collected the quantum flux... this chamber allows me to use it to reshape... effectively rewrite reality." Tomas explained, gesturing to the glass and metal booth. Once again, Jerome’s mind tried to warn him as he surveyed the chamber. "This is the answer to you and the other guys getting beaten up every mating season." That simple statement made Jerome sit up straighter in the chair, his gaze shifting from Tomas to the transmogrification chamber. "How does it do that?" The bruised and battered young buck asked, wincing as his abused tailhole arched. Darnell had been relentless, making Jerome the subject of ridicule in front of the giggling doe’s. Jerome shivered, thinking he would agree to just about anything if it meant he could turn the tables on an alpha stag. "By allowing me to change the bodies of anyone. For example, I can take the small amount of masculine strength and size I possess and transfer it to you." At first, he leaped eagerly to his hooves, but then, pausing, he looked down at his already small friend with a frown. "You will grow bigger , stronger, faster, while I will be changed into a doe,” Tomas finished, observing his friend shaking his head, yet the small stag gave him a knowing smile. "It's okay, I know you have desires... I'll be your first doe. Maybe later, some of the other guys will want to consider this option too, once they see how content I am being with you." Jerome couldn't believe what he was hearing as he looked down into his friend’s eyes. The big, watery brown eyes of Tomas gazed up at him so affectionately, making the wounded stag suddenly feel like he was the most powerful male around. "I mean, if... you're willing to let me do that for you," Tomas said in a small, timid voice, reaching up to gently stroke his larger friend's cheek once again. "I... I... Ahem, I don't know what to say," Jerome replied, caught off-guard as he looked into the smaller deer's large eyes, with Tomas pressing closer. This conversation made him feel strangely uncomfortable; they’d been friends for years, yet he had never perceived Tomas's feelings on this matter. Nevertheless, Jerome was deeply traumatized, especially after his last opponent had rump raped him in front of the females Jerome hoped to mount. "Or, would you rather mount me before the gender change? I'd be willing to let you if you feel the need to use another male? After what happened to you earlier... I can understand if you feel the need to dominate someone with a dick and set of balls." Jerome's nose darkened to a bright red as the prickly heat of a humiliated blush spread over his muzzle and down his neck. His friend had made this offer before, and ninety percent of males in Jerome's position had turned it down. They couldn't contemplate male on male contact, not after being treated like a doe by an alpha male. "Errr... Errr... No! That won't be necessary at all..." The larger stag choked out in shame, looking away as Tomas smirked at his words. "So... how does this work exactly? What do you need me to do?" Jerome grunted, clearly eager to proceed with Tomas's transformation into a doe without further humiliating discussions about what had happened to him. It was painful enough that the memories kept replaying in his mind: Darnell overpowering him, the crushing weight on his back as Jerome struggled wildly but ineffectively. The hissing breath of the larger male behind him, the high-pitched giggles of the watching does. The shock as he felt it against his hole, that sensation had made him freeze stock still. Darnell had laughed at him as Jerome ceased moving, the larger stag's grin broadening as he pressed against those clenched gates. It was an unspoken understanding that a true stud would be screaming and fighting to escape before it happened, Darnell was confident from previous mountings that those gates would not hold him back for long. “You’re nothing... and you’ll always be nothing,” Darnell had grunted, as his then-throbbing dick breached those quivering muscles and forced its way inside. He had been a whimpering pathetic mess, just laying there looking up at those pretty female's as Darnell used him like he was a doe. Jerome could do nothing but lie there, gasping for air, moaning, and pleading for the dominant stag to cease. Both of them knew he wouldn’t stop; he wanted to demonstrate his masculine power to the observing does. More than that, he aimed to make the lesser stag realise he’d never win. Darnell sought to crush his spirit completely so that Jerome would never again aspire to vie for a chance to mate. And it had worked... until Tomas offered an unexpected solution. Up until that point, Jerome had resigned himself to the idea of never siring offspring. "Are you alright?" Tomas asked, moving around the desk to look down at the larger stag, who was on all fours with a distant look in his eyes—as if gazing at something far away. Stepping closer, he knelt and wrapped his arms around Jerome's neck. "Come on, stud." "I... I don't think I am," Jerome mumbled weakly as the smaller male helped him back up onto his cloven hooves. "Maybe... maybe it would be better if I... if I became your doe." Tomas had to work hard to suppress his gloating grin; it seemed Darnell had completely shattered Jerome's masculine confidence. However, such setbacks were temporary, and Jerome would likely recover in a matter of days. Fortunately, wounded males always turned to the seemingly harmless smaller stag. Tomas's education in medicine and science, combined with his non-threatening demeanour, earned him the trust of everyone. "If that's what you want," Tomas said flatly, the response scripted and rehearsed, a scene he had enacted many times. Patiently, he guided Jerome into the glass and steel chamber, the defeated stag offering no resistance as he was secured inside the machine. "Will it hurt?" Jerome asked meekly as the small stag moved to the control panel, smiling reassuringly at his friend while the temporarily submissive stag gazed back with earnest, teary eyes. "Not at all. You'll feel a tingling; it's really not unpleasant," Tomas assured as he activated his machine, pressing the red button to initiate the transformation. Some of the other stags had been wise enough to question how Tomas knew the sensation, but Jerome didn't dwell on it. Tomas had tested his machine on himself initially, changing from a stag to a doe and back again, altering his final appearance to seem smaller and less masculine to avoid intimidating other male stags. The first stag he transformed into a doe had been duped into believing the chamber would increase his stature, which was a possibility but dependent on the operator. Jerome let out a soft moan, his robust body quivering as the machine commenced its work, erasing his male characteristics. His form shrank, his angular features softened into graceful feminine curves. A sharp, uncomfortable pinch settled in his crotch, while a pleasant buzzing sensation in his chest provided some comfort. Shock and amazement filled Jerome's mind as he witnessed his flat chest develop into pert, bouncing breasts. The subsequent moan, now a higher pitch, accompanied the withering and twitching of his muscles, his once-proud antlers diminishing and vanishing into his skull. His masculine physique grew ever softer and curved, his sheath and testicles receding. Moaning and whimpering, his voice ascended in pitch as his diminishing male anatomy receded into his slender, effeminate frame. "Oh my gods!" Jerome moaned as the new female body weakly sagged against the glass walls. Tomas watched as the bruised and battered stag transformed into a dewy, heat-filled little doe. Each time was mesmerising for Tomas, granting him a sense of power. "I need to... I need to be bred," the alluring new doe moaned, pressing her perky breasts against the thin glass as the final changes took place, leaving her there trembling; her attractive female form inducing an immediate physical reaction in the form of a boner. The doe panted and moaned until the machine finally halted its humming, automatically unlocking the chamber door. "Take it easy, Jerri," Tomas advised as he quickly moved to support the new doe, feeling her lean into his embrace. "Hehe, I suppose you're no longer Jerome; how about we call you Jerri now. Sexy Jerri," Tomas lewdly chuckled, his fingers caressing the moist folds of the new doe’s aroused sex. Sensation heightened as he gathered her slick fluids, igniting his arousal as she nestled against him, sending a shiver down her spine as her fervour drove her hot sex against his hand. Tomas smirked, recognizing that intelligence offered an alternative to the old primaeval mating games. While a male like he wouldn't typically mate through brute dominance, Tomas had created his own group of females from prior males who could have bested him in combat. "You can call me whatever you desire... as long as you mate with me," the attractive new doe moaned, glancing at the diminutive stag who gave her a sly grin. Tomas circled around his new doe slowly, appreciating the sleek curves of her body. His nostrils flared as the aroma of her arousal wafted toward him, while his fingers delicately explored her new sex. With a smirk, Tomas brushed his smooth member against Jerri's inner thighs and then lowered his touch to tease her heated entrance. His fingers caressed her smooth, tear-shaped sex, revelling in the dominance provided by her intense heat. Knowing precisely how to arouse her effectively, Tomas aimed to intensify the longing for his firm dick. As Jerri felt the desire swell within her trembling core, the former stag gazed down, rendered immobile. Squirming against Tomas's touch, her exposed form exudes warmth, softness, and allure. Tomas gloated, sliding his other hand over the new doe's alluring rump teasingly. Jerri jumped, casting a startled look around her, the sleek cervine sex between her legs quivering involuntarily. "Looks like this little doe is in need of a good mounting!" The formerly meek stag announced aggressively, his desire apparent. There was no one to challenge him in the lab; it was just him, his intellect, and his big brain and his even bigger dick. Tomas had utilised his machine not only to alter others but to ensure his own family pride was decidedly enhanced, to the apparent appreciation of his does. "Please... I... I need it," Jerri moaned, her newfound submissiveness surfacing under the intensity of Tomas's groping, her body alight with the yearning for the fulfilment Tomas promised. Despite the forcefulness of his touches, she found herself not wanting to pull away, her actions guided by an instinct, one unfamiliar to her past self. "It's alright, your body was made for this." Tomas's soft expressive lip's twisted up into a lewd smirk, these former males always became such submissive little females. Once his machine pulled all the male out of them, not a single one of them had resisted his advances. It made him feel strong and powerful, slowly being moved up to nuzzle her sleek body. His erection already throbbing and jutting out lustfully from his groyne, gently he bent Jerri over the back of a chair. That cute little doe rump jutting back enticingly, moving around behind her, he knelt down. Nuzzling that fiery hot female sex, it was dripping with excitement for him. The thought brought a satisfied smirk to Tomas's face, reflecting on how the larger, more physically imposing alpha stags battled for dominance, something he circumvented with his intellect. By employing his ingenuity, Tomas had created willing partners, and now he leaned in eagerly, indulging in the taste of her untouched self. "What do you desire, little doe?" he teased, his tongue expertly exploring her fertile cave, drawn in by her intoxicating scent. As he savoured her essence, Jerri trembled as her sleek body shivered in her need to be bred. "I crave you... my stag. I yearn for you to mate with me... to sire... to make me all your own," Jerri expressed frenziedly, overwhelmed by the sensations Tomas evoked. Moving a hand from her form, Tomas indulged in attending to his own massive flesh , his virility having been significantly enhanced thanks to his invention. Previously modest, his anatomy now stood as a testament to his brilliance, rivalling the stature once solely attributed to alpha males. "Excellent, my doe, so ready for your alpha to claim your sweet sex." "Yes... make me yours, my alpha." Jerome had willingly chosen to become a female, yet he would probably have mentally been ruined at seeing just how much the machine had twisted him into an eager and helpless little doe. "That's right, your young doe slit will be all mine." Tomas pressed his mouth onto her wet sex once more, licking deeply while placing his snout right up against Jerri's twitching tailhole. So pure and clean; just like Jerri's pussy, the machine had made the former stag into a perfect doe in every aspect. Of course, Jerri wasn't a fresh out of puberty doe, she was in her mid twenties, but luckily, the effects of many heat seasons hadn't shown on her body; because this was her very first hour being female. "Ahhhh... such a tease, mount me already, daddy," Jerri pleaded, her body trembling at his touch, while her sensitive flesh reacted like the machine had intended for her to do. Tomas hadn't been much older than his former stag friend, but with Jerri's body now far smaller, he felt like a veteran stag mounting a doe with decades of experience under his belt. Tomas stood up slowly, his formidable organ pulsating powerfully, the scent of her arousal invigorating his senses. "I always knew you'd be an exceptional doe," he remarked with a lewd chuckle, teasingly brushing the tip of his engorged member against her soft entrance. "Beta males like you always do... so eager and adoring," he murmured, gently introducing his shaft to her sex, feeling her warmth eagerly embrace his girth. "Ohooo yes... Yes please. Give me more daddy stud," Jerri moaned, revelling in the sensation of him moving within her, her intimate area generously coating his shaft. "I might owe a debt of gratitude to the alpha’s who led you to me, yet I loathe them for how they treat those smaller than themselves… I’ll get my revenge!" Tomas mused, his length navigating deeper, until encountering the barrier of her virginity. With care, he moved within Jerri's untouched depth, aiming to heighten her pleasure gradually before confronting the inevitable discomfort of their first true union. Unlike most, who would prioritise their desires, Tomas sought a shared fulfilment, wanting for his doe to join him in his pleasure. "Ah... Yeah, that feels so nice... give me more, my stud," Jerri vocalised with squeals and high-pitched bleats, sounds often made by doe’s in the midst of breeding. Her white tail stood erect, flickering slightly as she eagerly matched Tomas’s movements. "I want it all. Thrust deep into me. Please, take me fully!" Tomas couldn’t help but smirk at her words, each plea bolstering his sense of dominance. "You will take what I give you, doe," he grunted, short stroking her sex, pushing her towards her first orgasm as a female. Knowing the powerful waves of pleasure would mute the pain his huge dick was about to inflict upon her. Before he had invented his Transmogrification machine, he’d have never imagined himself talking to a female in such a way. Maybe it was the fact that Jerome had been a bigger stronger male than Tomas before he’d made him into a doe. Now the powerful male was a needy little female, wanting nothing more than to breed. "Yes, yes my stud... you're in control, use me however you like!" Jerri implored, her desire to have her innocence claimed growing more urgent, a prospect she found vastly preferable to her previous, less consensual encounters. This moment promised a tender alternative to those harsher memories with the alpha stag, a gift Tomas was eager to bestow. "God, I'm so fortunate to have you, my little doe. It's a good thing those pesky alphas didn't reach your sweet sex first." His words carried a hint of irony; after all, Jerome wouldn't have turned into a doe if it hadn't been for him and his new invention. "I'm blessed to have you as my mate. Why didn't you introduce me to that machine earlier!" The doe's voice mixed eagerness with a tinge of regret, pondering on the experiences she might have missed while living as a male. Unbeknownst to her, the longing and reflective thoughts were influenced by the machine's programming. Being deeply affected before her transformation meant Jerri harboured no desire for her past male existence, feeling that no joyous memories awaited her should she return to being a stag. "God’s please, the teasing is killing me," Jerri exclaimed, her voice sore from the constant screams of pleasure. Tomas was enraptured as he witnessed the first surge of her climax. Feeling her body clench around his dick, he firmly held her hips, drawing back slightly. His next forward motion was decisive, piercing through her virginity in a single, powerful thrust, claiming her completely. "Weeheehee," Jerri screamed so loudly that it echoed in the laboratory, her eyes rolled back into her head. Pleasure and pain blending within in a strangely delightful way, mind flashing back for a split second to another experience. It’d been harsh and horrible, completely unlike the joy her alpha stud was giving her now. "Oh Ooo yes my love!" The little doe moaned out excitedly, as she pushed her wide round rump back at the male humping her. Panting and moaning weakly as his thrusting pounded orgasm after orgasm out of her. Joy and pleasure from being bred the way she needed, washing away the pain and horror of what’d happened to that failed stag... She couldn't even think of his name anymore, all that mattered was the hard stag rutting her relentlessly. "Tomas... Oho gods, Tomas you are such a top buck!" Her words of encouragement sent shivers down Tomas' back, making his small white tail flag up in excitement. He couldn't help himself, he might've developed the machine and practised day and night so he could convince other beta stags to use it, but it didn't mean that Tomas wasn't susceptible to flattery. Something he had never gotten from any doe outside of his own mother. "Perfect doe, perfect mate, perfect body... you're just the best Jerri, I wish I could forever rut you silly." "Who says we need to stop; please my stag, fuck me for as long as you want!" Her thrusting wasn't helping him unfortunately, as his still slender thighs were on fire. His member might've been that of an alpha stag, but the rest of his body sure as hell wasn't. The same could be said for his stamina, as he was just about running on fumes at this point. Turning her head, Tomas planted a kiss onto the doe's lips, Jerri eagerly returning it as she embraced another first with her mating partner, the stag that would make her a mother. "I hope your womb is ready, my love, because it's about to get a whole lot more stuffed." "Ammm yes please my stag... fill me with your offspring," the sleek little doe begged, making it that much harder for Tomas to hold back. Her hot sex gripping his thick dick, clenching down tightly on it as he worked in and out of her. His breath came in ragged gasps, his sweaty body throwing itself against her plush rump. Sliding his hands up, he gripped her firm little breasts, they were always so small at first. Once he got his fawns growing in her belly, they would fill out with milk and sag... nipples grow longer over the mating seasons. He knew this from the other doe's that he’d made, in fact, he had studied the changes their bodies had gone through. "Aha gods I want to fill you soooo much," Tomas admitted, his hip's going into overdrive, pounding away in a savage, almost feral, manner as he neared his peak. "YES! Please... please fill me, you horny stud!" Jerri moaned, her body trembling harder, breath coming in hoarse moans as she eagerly gave herself to him. The tiny stag moaned out, throwing his head back while his huge testicles drew up in their sack. His stud stick erupting, hosing down the inside of Jerri's womb with powerful gushes of potent seed. "Yes... YES! I feel it... my stag is filling me surely with his offspring," the eager doe moaned, as a fresh wave of pleasure raced through her body. Erasing more memories of the fur she used to be, leaving her happy that she had pleased her stag enough to receive his seed. Silence fell on the pair as they rode out their respective climaxes, Jerri happy as she could feel her heat calm down. Tomas was gritting his teeth hard, his massive dick wasn't meant for the kinda body he currently had, meaning that the massive thing took up more blood that even one of the massive stags would experience. The seed travelling through his balls and up his shaft was equally as overwhelming, he felt his body expanding to accommodate the unnatural amount of sperm it shot out. As his vision and mind returned to him, Tomas became aware of a set of lips that were gently kissing the side of his muzzle. "Welcome back, my love." Tomas blushed, seeing how Jerri witnessed him in a vulnerable moment. Though Jerri's loving eyes told him that she didn't mind. "Good to be back." He rubbed her bloated belly softly, feeling up how he'd made her stretch to make room for his alpha seed. Standing back up, Tomas drew his retreating member out of Jerri's overstretched sex, his seed following close behind as a clear pop was heard. "Get dressed my beautiful doe, it's time for you to meet the others," Tomas enthusiastically said, a nerdy feel to his voice once more as his dominant sex nature dissipated. He licked his lips, still savouring the softness of Jerri's kisses. She’d surpassed even Camilla in the transformation process. The recent adjustments to Tomas’ wonderful device had been flawless, preparing it for the ultimate challenge: attracting a true alpha stag into the chamber to transform him for the better. A grin unfurled across Tomas's narrow cervine muzzle as he assisted Jerri with gathering her belongings as adeptly as he could. The walk from his laboratory to his residence was mercifully brief. Initially, the journey had filled him with apprehension, but his concerns were alleviated by the seclusion of his home, visited only by the circle of friends he had cultivated—many of whom, under his influence, had become does. Leading Jerri into his dwelling, Tomas secured the door behind them. "Ah, home," he announced, a sense of possession swelling within him. Tomas harboured some guilt over the necessity of keeping them confined, yet Tomas was optimistic about the future. Once he overcame that alpha male's tyranny, he envisioned a liberated existence for his transformed companions, dedicated to fulfilling their every desire. "Your home is ever so lovely," Jerri exclaimed with genuine intrigue, admiring the expansive residence Tomas had acquired at a bargain. With the urban migration drawing most away to the cities, he had seized the opportunity for solitude in the countryside, perfect for his work on his projects. "So much space here," she marvelled as Tomas led her through the house, eventually guiding her to a bedroom she could call her own. "You can rest here... this room has its own connecting bathroom." He showed her where it was along with the closet, he had already brought her some new female clothing. In a few different dimensions, as he hadn't been sure of her size before the transformation. They spent the rest of the night mating, taking time between rutting to rest and cuddle together. With every breeding a bit more of Jerri's former male fursona vanished, as her new doe personally solidified within her mind. By the time he had finished mounting her, the old Jerome was all but gone. Only cute loving little Jerri the eager doe remained, it’d been that way for all of them. Although Tara, his first crude transformation still kept a few of her masculine traits and memories. She did not talk about it much, and she’d proved very happy and helpful. Working with him to perfect his machine, helping him to get to know the other beta stags. ***** The next morning, Tomas introduced Jerri to the others. In fact, Jerome had already known them as other stags. However, Jerri had never met them in doe form, so Tomas went around making introductions. "Jerri dear, this is Tara, my first and dearest doe. Tara dear, I hope you will welcome Jerri into the herd." "Of course, beloved," Tara grunted in that husky, almost masculine voice she still had, while wrapping Jerri up in a gentle embrace. "So good to have another girl in the herd. Oh my, aren't you a beauty." Jerri blushed as she returned the bigger doe's gentle, yet strong, embrace with a smile. "Thank you so much," Jerri replied meekly, as the new females were very meek at first. Tomas smiled at his two girls; they were so different from each other. Perhaps I should send Tara through the machine a second time now that I’ve perfected it, Tomas thought with a smirk, as Tara hugged the smaller, more feminine Jerri roughly. "And this is Kari," the stag gestured to the next big doe, who appeared much more feminine than Tara. Kari was very round, as he’d bred her pregnant last season; still, she was a pretty doe indeed. Tomas knew the true test was about to come, after all, his next doe, Bren, had been Jerri's brother before the change. "Hello," Kari said shyly, the big doe still very meek and shy due to a mistake in his calibration of the mental shifting. Her body had transformed well, but mentally, she had been made into an utter brainless bimbo. "Hi..." Jerri greeted, moving over to Kari, who hugged her very briefly. "And of course, this is Bren..." He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when the two girls were embracing each other happily. "Oh Bren, I'm so glad to see you again, broth—Err, sister. I'm so glad you found a fine stag," Jerri giggled, patting Bren's round belly, as their stag had put a fawn in her. "Tomas is a wonderful stag. I hope to bear many of his fawns in the future." The stag winced, knowing he’d gone a bit overboard with the mental submission in Bren. Still, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Bren had been one of the strongest betas he’d converted. "And this lovely doe is Camilla," Tomas introduced with a grin; he had converted Cameron into Camilla only a short time before Jerri. She was close to perfect: pretty, sexy, meek but not shy, nor brainless like some of the others. "Oh, hello Cam... Camilla," Jerri stammered, frowning slightly as Cameron and Jerome had been rival beta males their whole life. "Hullo..." Camilla purred in her sexy new voice, looking over the other doe with a critical eye. "So you're the new girl... I hope he bred you as hard as he bred me. But I rather doubt it... our stag has a marked affection for me." "Oh, he loves to breed me... He bred me all night long!" Jerri retorted crossly. It seemed the two of them were still rivals even as females. "Oh, how many times?" Camilla inquired with a smirk. "Because I doubt it was more than he mounted me." The pretty doe snorted, while Jerri glared at her from across the room. "Girls, please... it was the exact same amount, I assure you," Tomas interjected with a faint smile as they all sat down to breakfast together. Camilla and Jerri sat on either side of him, both snuggling close as they ate together. ***** Once he’d finished breakfast, Tomas locked the house up and headed back to his laboratory. As he completed the short walk to the battered old place, the stag heard stomping coming from the nearby forest. It was followed by a deep-throated groaning sound; he recognized the sound of a stag's mating call. Clearly, it wasn't the sound of a beta male looking for a doe to breed; this was a powerful male who didn't care if he was heard. The small stag ignored all of that, strolling over to unlock his lab door. He went about his day as usual, listening to the stomping hoofsteps getting closer and closer. Inside, Tomas made sure everything was powered up, running a systems check on all his calibrations. Suddenly, the lab door flew open, striking the wall with a loud 'bang', making Tomas jump as he turned to see Darnell. The tall, powerfully built alpha stag stood in the doorway, grinning nastily, his nostrils flaring as he drew in a deep breath. "I smell a doe in season!" he snorted as he stalked into the room, sniffing and snorting as he followed the scent. "Why would there be a doe here... You're plainly not worth fucking," Darnell grunted insultingly, as he stopped just in front of Tomas, showing off his powerful body. The smaller stag gulped, knowing he stood no chance against the other male in a physical confrontation. "Why was she here?" Darnell snarled, roughly shoving Tomas back against the wall. The tiny male winced as his back hit the hard surface. Bending over, Darnell sniffed along the small stag's body. His huge, deadly rack of antlers poking against Tomas's chest made him feel a bit intimidated as Darnell now sniffed around his crotch, the smell of Jerri's heat lingering on those hefty male organs. "And where is she now?" "Some females prefer a male with brains rather than brawn to breed them." Darnell lifted his head quickly, glaring at the smaller male who stood in front of him. "Well... maybe one," the big alpha stag observed with a sneer, eyeing the sizable bulge in the tiny male's crotch. "So the little nerd has himself a groupie. Now where is she? I'm going to show her what real breeding is like, and then she'll go back to my herd. Or do you want to fight me for her?" The tall alpha male growled, lowering his head slightly as if getting ready to charge. Tomas drew himself up to his full height and slowly straightened his clothing while pointedly ignoring the bigger deer. He listened to Darnell huff and puff in obvious frustration, seeking a fight—one they both knew Darnell would easily win. Tomas wasn't going to fight him since there was no point in it. "I don't know where she is... we had our fun and she wandered off," the little deer gloated as he picked up a clipboard, jotting down a few notes while Darnell stood there glaring at him. "Why would any doe let a runt like you breed her?" The big stag asked with a sneer, glaring down at the smaller male. Tomas looked up into the bigger male's eyes, holding Darnell's gaze with this direct challenge. "Because I'm not a runt where it counts!" Tomas pointed out with an amused smirk, as the larger male looked down at his bulging crotch. He rubbed his hand over the bulge, making it grow ever larger as Darnell watched in shock. "Hah... you think that you're bigger than me?" The mighty alpha laughed loudly, although he sounded nervous and uncomfortable. It wasn't the kind of contest Darnell was used to, and while he wasn't scared, the big male still felt off-balance. Yet, the tall male was clearly thinking that Tomas couldn't possibly be larger than him. "You looking to challenge the size of my dick and balls, little guy? How about we make it a wager... winner mounts the loser." Tomas flinched back, plainly the tiny deer was disturbed by that wager. After all, what straight male wouldn't be? Tomas certainly didn't wish to be treated like a doe. "What, are you that eager to play the doe?" Tomas snorted right back, playing up his own nervousness as Darnell smirked. "Haha... I'm going to enjoy humbling you, smart mouth!" Darnell snorted, starting to unbutton his trousers, sneering down at Tomas. Soon the buck stood fully naked, his heavy dick and balls large, even for a deer his size. "Well, come on then, show what you've got," Darnell snorted derisively, as he stroked his hefty organ to full hardness. "If you're not too afraid." Slowly, the small stag began to take off his own clothing, as Darnell watched with increasing discomfort. His sheath and the balls that hung between his legs were truly massive, so much so that the bigger alpha male winced at just the sight. "Don't worry, I have some lubricant... I'll try to go slow so it doesn't hurt so much," Tomas taunted, as his huge organ slipped out of its sheath, and stiffened towards full erection. The truth of the matter was obvious, even before Tomas had reached full hardness. "So, do you really need to measure? Or are you just going to take up the mounting position now?" Tomas asked with a grin, as Darnell frowned darkly at the unnaturally large dick. "There can be no contest if we don’t measure!" Darnell snorted angrily. He moved over to compare his shorter, thinner, and noticeably smaller organs with Tomas's hefty size. Seeing them close together, it was obvious who was bigger. "Satisfied?" Tomas asked smirkingly, looking up at the taller male's frowning muzzle. Darnell was not at all pleased that he had come up short in their contest. "So, do you want to get down on all fours? Or would you rather just bend over the back of a chair?" Tomas asked with a smirk, as the tall buck grabbed him roughly and lifted him off the floor. The alpha male pushed his nose right up against Tomas's own much smaller one. "This is bullshit!" Darnell fumed darkly, as the smaller male just hung there in his grip, offering no resistance. It confused him; normally, any stag would have squirmed and struggled, would have been trying to fight, but this buck just hung there, grinning smugly. "This isn't natural," Darnell grunted, reaching down to fondle and tug on Tomas's huge organ, as if he was expecting it to pull off to reveal the other deer's real, tiny organs. "Mmm, that feels good, my big doe," Tomas moaned in delight as that big hand tugged on his erect member and then moved down to roll those fat balls around inside his furry sack. "So, are you a stag of your word?" Darnell tossed the tiny male back to his hooves, making Tomas stagger backward until he slammed into the wall again. "This isn't natural." The tall stag repeated, charging over to slam Tomas up against the wall once more. "You cheated somehow... admit it, you've cheated. I'm not honouring a wager with a cheater. You are NOT putting that huge thing inside of me!" Darnell shouted, punching Tomas hard in the gut with one balled-up fist. The tall buck grunted in a high-pitched voice as he pushed the small male back against the wall. "In fact... maybe I should just mount you, force you just for being a cheating piece of garbage." "No... no wait. I can show you how I did it," Tomas wheezed breathlessly, clutching his stomach as the taller stag sneered down at him. His fist was raised as he considered punching the tiny male again, even as the frightened-looking little deer blurted out. "I can make you bigger, stronger. No doe would ever refuse you, no male could stand against you." Darnell's lips rolled back into a slight smile as he shoved Tomas against the wall savagely. "Now how are you going to do that?" Darnell demanded. Slowly, he lowered his fist, as Tomas explained his experiments. Most of what he was saying was beyond the bigger male's ability to understand. Still, the proof jutted there between the little buck's thighs. "So, I built a prototype, just big enough to fit my genitals inside," Tomas explained with growing excitement. He had never told anyone about this before. "And as you can see, it worked. So then, I built the full-size chambers." The little male gestured grandly toward the two glass tubes, watching as the big buck strolled around the tubes, looking them over. "But I just finished, so I haven't had a chance to use it yet." "Why two chambers?" Darnell demanded, looking them over as the tiny stag showed off his contraption with obvious pride. "One is for males... the other for females. See the symbols on the base of the chambers," Tomas pointed out to the big alpha. In fact, Darnell had spotted those symbols. Like on public restroom doors, the big stag smirked as he thought about it. "So, the male chamber would make me more stag... and the doe chamber could make a female more," he didn't finish the thought, instead just looking over at Tomas for answers. "Well, yes... make them more buxom... more voluptuous," the tiny buck explained excitedly. "Why are there latches on the chamber doors?" the big alpha demanded, looking the chambers over thoughtfully. "Because if someone were to step out mid-transformation... it could be very bad for them, might even kill them," Tomas pointed out seriously, as Darnell considered it for a moment. "Why would someone step out in the middle of changing?" Darnell asked curiously, running his hand over the glass walls of the chamber. "Honestly, because the transformation feels very strange... I almost jerked my genitals out of the prototype device," the tiny buck confessed with a blush, moving over to the control panel. "Which would have been a very bad idea. Luckily, I managed not to panic. I stood still and allowed the charge to take place, no matter how strange it felt at that moment." Darnell turned to look at Tomas as he spoke, reading the look on the smaller male's muzzle. "I can only imagine that a full change will feel even more intense. So I built in a fail-safe; each chamber will open automatically five minutes after the transformation is complete. That way, I could step in, change myself, and be released automatically once the change had finished." Darnell nodded; that all made sense, and the tiny male obviously wasn't lying. "So, you were going to use this to make yourself the biggest, baddest stag around, huh," Darnell snickered, thinking that males were all alike, no matter how smart they were. He pushed the small stag back once again, smirking as he watched the tiny stag nod slowly. "Heh, well, now you can do it for me, runt," Darnell snorted as Tomas hugged the wall. "Mmm, no... I don't think so," Tomas grunted as he looked up at the bigger male, even as Darnell smirked down at him coldly. Clearly, he was trying to be brave, even as the alpha lifted his arm once again. "You... you're big and strong enough already." Darnell lashed out with a swift punch, the fist struck Tomas's mouth, splitting his lower lip. He bounced against the wall, his small antlers rattling loudly. "Owww… Owww, no, stop!" Tomas whimpered, the tall alpha poised to deliver another powerful punch to the nerdy stag's muzzle. "You're going to do... what I tell you to do, bitch!" Darnell demanded coldly, as Tomas cowered in front of him. "Please, it's not fair," Tomas babbled, as Darnell delivered an open-handed slap this time, sensing the little male's will crumbling. It sent the buck reeling, more blood dribbling from his mouth. "Okay... okay, I'll do it, just step into the chamber," the tiny stag sobbed weakly, while watching the sneering alpha turn and stroll over to the Transmogrification chamber. "I want to be the most powerful in the world," Darnell snorted as he stepped inside, closing the door as Tomas watched with a grim expression. The now trapped Darnell watched as Tomas moved over to the control panel, looking up at the alpha with a nasty grin. "Alright, here we go... or should I say, here YOU go," Tomas laughed as he brought it all online, the machine humming and pulsing with power. Watching the big alpha glare out at him through the inch-thick laminated glass, trapping him. "W-what is that supposed to mean?" Darnell snarled, watching Tomas working confidently at the controls. The air within the chamber started to tingle, a strange kind of pressure building. Glancing down at the ring of metal where the male symbol sat in front of the chamber, as if to make sure he had stepped into the right one, he watched it slowly rotate. The alpha stag's eyes went wide when he saw the doe symbol stop in front of him. A monotone artificial voice softly announced: Male to female transformation initiated. Darnell choked in horror. "NO! No, wait," he shouted in panic, his huge fists beating on the unbreakable glass impotently as Tomas flashed him a bloody-toothed grin. "I'm going to take such good care of you," Tomas promised in an eager, breathless voice. "And you are going to enjoy every second of it," Tomas sneered as he flipped a few more switches and then pressed the big red button, triggering the transformation. He ran around towards the other chamber, climbing inside as the humming and pressure began to build up rapidly. Male physical augmentation Transmogrification initiated, the monotone artificial voice softly announced. Tomas readied himself for the change as the machine prepared to pump all of the masculinity he’d taken from the betas into him. Alone with the masculine power that was about to be stripped away from Darnell, all of that would make the tiny stag into the most powerful male in the forest. "What? No... I'm not going to be a doe!" Darnell snapped, kicking and beating the door harder. As the pressure in the air around him grew oppressive, a strange energy crackled within. The machine faced some trouble as the big, powerful body resisted for a moment. "You can't do this to ME!" But no flesh could withstand the force; such was the power Tomas had unleashed. Darnell took a staggering step backward, clutching his trembling snout, as the sensations within his body intensified. Soon, his whole being felt like it was vibrating, pulling his hands down as he watched things beginning to change. The room around him, even the glass chamber seemed to grow bigger, while his hooves shrank and his legs shifted, growing slender and shapely. "NO! No, stop this," Darnell screamed loudly, his body trembling as the machine began its work, draining away his male attributes, transferring them into the body of the former tiny stag, who grew taller and stronger every second. "I'll do a lot worse than just rump-fuck you," Darnell threatened hollowly as his body shrank, angles softening into graceful feminine curves. There was a sharp, unpleasant pinching in his hefty crotch, while the buzzing tingling in his chest felt good. Darnell watched in shock and wonder as his flat pecs grew into bouncing tits. "I'll gore you to death with my antlers!" Darnell's next moan was much higher pitched as his muscles withered and jerked; his proud antlers shrank away, vanishing into his head. "Oh gods, NO," he moaned impotently as the transformation removed his weapons one by one, sheath and testicles shrivelling away as that male body changed. Darnell moaned and whimpered, their voice rising in pitch as their shrinking male organs pulled up into their slender, effeminate new body. "Oh... Oh fucking hell!" Darnell moaned, their new female body sagging weakly against the glass wall. As Tomas watched, the powerful alpha changed into a dewy, heat-filled little doe. It was something he never got tired of watching; it made him feel powerful every time. "Um... Um... I feel so hot... so aroused... like I need... need to," the sexy doe moaned, pressing those pert tits against the glass as the last of her changes took place, leaving her standing there trembling hard, her form causing the watching stag's already aroused spear to leak long strings of pre-cum in anticipation. Stepping out of his own chamber, the now massive Tomas swaggered over to open up the chamber door, watching as his newest doe cowered against the far side. There was some rebellion in this one, some of that old male pride that would need to be rutted out. "So what’re we going to call you? Darnell just doesn't fit for a cute little doe... Dara, perhaps, or maybe Nellie," Tomas watched as her ears perked up; already, that soft, sleek body was starting to tremble. The need to be bred strong in her, thanks to the machine bringing her into season. "Come along, Nellie... I'll see to it that you get what you need so badly," the new alpha assured, gesturing down towards his massive organs, the doe's eyes widening as she gazed upon them, the scent of them igniting a fire between her thighs. "No... no, no, please," Nellie begged cutely, her body forced to move towards the stag. "Don't do this... please don't make me do this," the former male whimpered, although it was clear that Tomas wasn't making her do anything. It was her own heat drawing her closer to the only male around—part of her wanted to run away because his scent attracted her. "Come along now, Nellie dear... we both know you owe me a mounting," Tomas reminded the former male, even as the new female took his hand as she stepped out of the chamber. "Don't worry, I won't put it in your tailhole," the grinning alpha stag promised with a smirk as the heat-filled doe moved closer to him, nuzzling against his furry chest and neck, the need to be bred taking control of her body. "This time... anyway," Tomas leered, watching the new sex and its needs take over; soon he would be rutting away the last remnants of the former stag's male persona. Soon, Nellie would be just a sweet little doe, having forgotten all about her former life as an alpha male. "Please... please... I need... need." Those soft little hands caressed Tomas's raging hard-on as the new doe moved around in front of him to expose her sexy little pussy. Rubbing and caressing his body, flashing that tiny, dripping sex at the horny male. As Tomas nipped and nibbled on her trembling body, sniffing her, the heat scent filled his mind and made his loins throb with desire. The big, powerful stag felt himself as tall as a mountain as the now former alpha offered herself to him. Moving up behind her, Tomas gripped those lush hips, rubbing the tip of his throbbing organ against Nellie's damp little slit, feeling her sex quiver as his organ touched it. "No, noooooo you can't... we can't. I have a herd of does," Nellie moaned in protest, making Tomas smirk as he wished those females could see her now. "Now, now, my dear, you’re not a stag with a herd. You're just a doe in my herd now!" Tomas snickered as he pushed his huge dick into her leaking pussy, trying to go slowly to bring her pleasure before breaching her maidenhood as he had done for Jerri. However, Nellie had other plans, suddenly throwing herself back, his enormous organ ripping away her virginity as she pushed back fast. "Whoa, girl!" Tomas moaned as the aggressive doe took control, rutting herself on his huge organ like the stag was just a sex toy. Soon, the two of them were rutting like wild feral animals, bucking and thrusting in a savage abandon brought on by powerful heat. Before, the broken males had always made for very passive females; Nellie, on the other hand, was proving to be a very eager, almost dominant female. Tomas might have had the body of the most powerful alpha male in the forest, but his mind was still that of the small, nerdy stag he had been born as. Tomas seeded her twice in just half an hour, pausing only a few moments to catch his breath before slamming away again. This continued for some time until at last, the new alpha’s body was covered in thick, frothy sweat. Nellie wasn't done with him, pushing him down lustfully as she mounted his hard prick, riding it vigorously. The winded new alpha was happy to let her do the work for a while, Nellie bouncing away on his organ for half a dozen more orgasms. The huge male felt his mighty nuts aching as he released one last load into his sexy new doe. "Alright. Alright, let's take this to my house, little doe," the newly improved stag grunted, smirking as he thought about the future... his future domination.