Doe for you...

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 realized 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 demeanor, 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 mesmerizing 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 fervor drove her hot sex against his hand. Tomas smirked, recognizing that intelligence offered an alternative to the old primeval 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, reveling 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 utilized 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 groin, 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, rivaling 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 tail-hole. 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, reveling 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 ****!" 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 prioritize 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 vocalized 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.