It was a series of bizarre circumstances, to say the least, that had the nine men gathered in the airport lounge that night. Each had accepted an offer to travel to a remote location in northern Canada, with all travel expenses paid. Time off from jobs around the holidays was hard to come by, and more than one person was skeptical about the whole ordeal to begin with. But, in the end, these nine decided that the offer was too good to pass up.
The only thing in common between them was their pledge to a certain Patreon account and a love of the concept of physical transformation. Though the process was impossible in real life, they all indulged in the fantasy in numerous ways, payments to artists of all kinds being one. Though they were, for the most part, ‘bedroom affairs’ or childhood fantasies, it was still something they shared as human beings, and it was refreshing to express such interests with each other without fear of judgment. Though to be asked to visit a location provided by one of their favorite creators, all expenses paid even though they themselves were patrons seemed a little bizarre! Still, it was a chance to meet one of their heroes and other transformation enthusiasts in the real world, something that did not come up often.
On the last hour-long flight to their destination, it seemed their group was the only one to board the rickety aircraft. It took little time for them to realize they were all en route to the same destination, and each started talking to their seatmates, putting names to online faces, and commencing tame chats, not wanting to discuss anything too revealing on the plane. There were already some connections: Travis and Geoff had been friends for a while, Fernando knew Nate from one-on-one chats, and Jake had just started chatting with the group at large, looking for new friends. The other four men, Micha, Mitchell, Alex, and Patrick, soon introduced themselves, and soon they were discussing topics they had posted on Discord chats, websites they all visited, and other mundane things that made the short plane ride pass even faster.
Once off the plane, the nine of them were greeted by the sight of a pair of cabs with a sign beckoning their group. Splitting up, they were driven towards where they assumed the town would be, and the hotel they would lodge in for the duration of their weekend. Yet, as the lights of the distant town faded, and the woods all around swallowed them in darkness, each of the men found themselves a little nervous. Was there another township they were to be taken to? The drivers had nothing to say on the matter, simply assuring them they were headed in the right direction for where they had been paid to take them.
Eventually, they passed a sign for what looked like a ranch of sorts, the lights of the cab settling on a sign that read ‘Reindeer Sleigh Rides, $50’. It seemed a little odd for such a place to be their final destination, though none of them really knew where it was they were supposed to be taken. With that in mind, all those invited got out of the cabs, luggage in hand, and waited in the cold, snow-covered landscape for their benefactor.
Who did not approach. Even after a full ten minutes, not a sign of the person who had summoned them was present. Worse, there was no building, no hotel, or lodging that any of them could see. Geoff, having walked around the area for a time, eventually called out there was a set of stables a ways down the road, warm and powered at least, and someplace to get them out of the cold.
With that, the nine of them walked into the stables, the scents of hay hitting their noses, though the warmth was enough to sway any concern. No animals seemed to be present, and the stalls were pristine, as though recently prepared for visitors. It was warm, there was light, and at least it was a place for them to wait to see what their benefactor had planned for them. Still, it did little to ease the trepidation that had overcome each. None were extroverted enough to try to carry on any conversation, even something that might alleviate the sour mood that was steadily growing.
As the moments painfully ticked past, the heat in the room eventually started to get to them, causing each to sweat in their jackets. Most were from warmer climates and were ill-dressed to handle the temperatures that northern Canada had prepared for them. But as each acclimatized to the warmth in the room, it began to grow uncomfortable, and jackets, gloves, and scarves were shed, though most of the men were not eager to take off undergarments and boots. Even if they were overheated, none would dare not do such a thing in front of virtual strangers. Yet, there was no denying the persistent heat playing over them, or a sense of itchiness of skin against clothing that was becoming more and more intense as the seconds passed.
It was Patrick who took off his shirt first, revealing a chest that was exceptionally hairy, beyond what the man was used to seeing. However, it was a moot point, given the relief he felt. As though a catalyst to ease their anxiety, each man went to take off their shirts in turn, not caring they were stripping down in front of each other. It was hardly a cause for concern, even as most of them realized they were far harrier than they should have been. Each was simply glad they had relief from the intense itching and heat, though their bodies were still sweaty, and a pervading musk hung in the air.
Much to their chagrin, the scent seemed to swirl about them, growing more potent with each passing moment. Stunned with the intoxication of male stink in the air, it wasn’t long until the men found themselves slightly aroused. Geoff, not usually interested in real-life affairs, was able to hide it better than most. However, even he soon felt himself brought to erection, work, and pent-up stress making it impossible to hide. Not to mention that teases with Travis and other TF enthusiasts made him more amicable to the particular group of men in the room with him. Nate, too, did not prefer real-world encounters, though could not deny the thoughts cascading through his mind at the moment. As for the others, especially those more inclined to play with other men, felt their lusts instantly growing, be it from the male stench in the room or their eager desires. Everyone, for one reason or another, was sporting obvious boners, though no one wanted to act on their feelings just yet, shy and afraid as they were!
It was Fernando who was the first to pull down his pants, the ache in his cock too much for him to bear. Not feeling too ashamed about his lust and not thinking about the repercussions, he allowed his erection to breathe in the warm air, the tip already leaking. As much as he enjoyed transformation media, there was something about the male form that interested him as well, and there were certainly enough interesting male friends to play with! Micha and Mitchell were soon to join him, simply needing the camaraderie of their peers to know it was OK to partake in such pleasures.
Soon, all nine men had their pants down, showing erections of various sizes and shapes. Sweaty as they were, the heady male miasma persisted in the air, making even the shiest of them spring to attention. Most of them had never done anything of the sort, not even at furry conventions or other such sexually liberal gatherings. Yet, no matter their inclinations, each man in turn started to stroke themselves off, a combination of the lust and the sight of everyone else present doing the same edging them on.
Yet, something was wrong, and not simply their newfound willingness to strip down in front of their peers and stroke their erections. Groins were harrier, cocks were…longer? Was that right? It was hard to focus on any changes specifically, heads heavy with male musk and minds awash with the act. But the moment that each, in turn, contemplated the possibility of transformation and such similar triggers in stories and media they enjoyed, the more they got into their acts. It was powerfully erotic thinking their bodies were all in the midst of transformation, undergoing it with the other men in the room and realizing their fantasies coming to life in the real world.
In turn, each of the men stared down at their cocks with longing, feeling them throbbing and pulsating. Yet, each was inclined to hold back, curious about the process rather than the release they so craved. Their members were each noticeably longer than they had been, some more than humanly possible. Foreskins were deeper, running towards the base of their shafts now or in some cases having grown back entirely. Stranger yet, the glans of their shafts seemed to be thinning towards a more pointed head. And, what had been assumed to be a reddened shade from the heat quickly deepened too much to be humanly possible…
“Oh shit….what’s happening…” Jake moaned, shivering in lust. His larger stature was already hairy though far too much so for the last he had seen himself shirtless. But it was a tingling numbness over his member that caused the outburst, gazing down at a cock that was visibly altering before his eyes into something hauntingly familiar. Eyes widened each in turn, seeing the beginnings of what could only be cervine shafts from their groins. There was no denying such changes, which should have been impossible, were not only happening to them in real-time but steadily continuing to creep over their forms!
“Ohhh…” Alex moaned as well, his own shaft dangling heavily as it reached out nine inches and more. It was larger than his human frame should have been able to handle, causing the blood to redirect and his head to spin. Stranger still was feeling the weight of his testicles, heavy and massive as they filled up with cervine sperm. Cupping their furry contours made him leak another bead of precum, moaning and wishing they would swell further. The action served to accelerate the itching across a blackening ballsack that seemed to be swelling towards that of an animal. One large enough to match the type of genitals they now possessed, if their growth was any indication!
Travis, meanwhile, was furiously rubbing his belly, dark skin turning darker still as white fur burst from it, peppering his stomach while it stretched and thinned. Yet, in the moment, he was simply in pure bliss at the realization of what was happening to him. Part of him would even be OK with the notion of his cock changing further, pulling inward towards the start of feminine lips. However, he was truly happy to sample any form of transformation, enjoying a wide variety of forms, fantasies, and sexes. The promise of pleasure to come from a change alone was sufficient to accept any form he could be granted as a result!
Geoff, for his part, looked at Travis with interest, not usually enjoying physical interactions in general but eager to help his friend out. His own cock was aching, pent up with the need to cum that often went unquelled save for his interest in transformation and his online role-play sessions. But the more he watched his friend’s underwear being pulled down to expose a fluffy white ass with receding cheeks and a puckered anus, Geoff wanted to indulge in some physical fun if Travis consented!
Nate, too, was rubbing his expanding belly, chubby frame giving way for lean muscle as he stretched taller. His fingers traced over fluffy fur, a thicker outer layer for warmth parting for the softer fur underneath. Spreading up his chest, he relished the sensation of it playing over pecs that were slowly losing their definition. It was starting to become likely they were turning into feral animals, though it was harder to tell the exact species with the changes in their current state. Though something in the cervid family was likely…and it being so close to Christmas…reindeer? Was that possible? Then again, nothing about these changes should have been feasible!
“Hey…we’re getting horns!” Micha called out as he stopped jerking off to rub the top of his head. Precum-soaked hands played over his temples in time to detect bony growths poking painlessly out of the skin. He longed to have a mirror to see them, though had to settle for rubbing them with his hands, feeling them grow an inch, then two. They soon spread out of his temples at odd angles, creating irregular patterns he associated with some sort of cervine. Looking around the room was as good as a mirror to his own changes, loving the fetching appendages growing painlessly from each of his friend’s heads. It made them look like the animals they all longed to be, repercussions be damned if only for the chance to experience a transformation in real life!
Mitchell, also rubbing his horns, soon discovered that the action triggered a twitching in his ears, the muscles needed to do so now present. Reaching for them, he was just in time to detect a coating of velvety fur forming over them, their contours getting longer as the tips started to point. Flexing them, Mitchell delighted in their ability to move, rotating them this way and that with all the range they now possessed. He wasn’t the only one to own reindeer ears, of course, each of them moving from their horns to explore their newest possessions. They were so big, grown to the size of reindeer while still sitting on relatively human heads. However, with the changes in full swing, that likely wouldn’t be the case for long!
“Everyone looks so good with horns!” Fernando exclaimed, still rubbing his own, feeling them expand with irregular ridges and bumps. To his delight, each man’s design was almost unique in its own right. All of them were signs of masculinity and virility, worthy of the cocks they all had dangling from their groins. Fernando, for his part, wanted to see each of his friends growing, changing, getting harder, and jerking off to their own transformations and each other’s!
However, as they were all soon to find out, getting off was not to be so easy. Patrick, feeling his end drawing near, was sure he would not be able to hold back. But as he stroked himself off to the sights of his peers, his grip on his member began to wane, as though his fingers were losing their ability to flex. Looking down, he was shocked at the sight of them retracting, stiffening as their joints and muscles were robbed from them. Thankfully, they were not to be denied from him entirely, the nails growing thick and covering two of them. Their tips were numb, losing all their sensitivity as they were encompassed by cloven keratin. Two more pulled towards the back of his wrists, keratin nubs forming as well as they became a semblance of cervine dew claws. As for his thumbs, they twitched and writhed in unison before being taken into his thinning wrists. Lost in the sight of his hands becoming hooves, Patrick was entirely aware that his cock, so close to the edge, was left unable to be pleasured with feral reindeer hooves!
“Can’t touch ourselves with these…” Alex remarked, lamenting the loss of his own human hands. They were now unruly hooves, and he, too, was not able to get off in time before they changed. It seemed several of the others were trying to stroke off while fingers still persisted in doing so. But before any of the soon-to-be deer could reach orgasm, their hands and their tactile abilities were robbed from them. It left them desperate to rub cervine cocks with deer hooves, finding the futility of such actions to be frustrating at best!
“I can help with that,” Jake muttered, looking hungrily at Alex’s cock, licking still-human lips. Without missing a beat, Jake was on him, reaching out with his tongue and lapping the tip of a fully-formed reindeer dick. The flavor was surprisingly tangy, much different from human cum. Still, it excited Jake nonetheless, and he moved his mouth to take as much of it as he could manage. His ability was lacking, still partially human while trying to take a reindeer’s cock, and his gorge could not quite deep-throat his friend the way he wished. Still, his tongue was doing amazing things to Alex’s cock, as evidenced by the moans of approval. It was powerfully arousing to feel the hooves placed on his head, as though to keep him there until he eventually nutted in his mouth!
Lost in the flavor and texture of a cervine cock from a half-human man, Jake was not expecting to feel the pointed tip of another reindeer’s rod teasing his rear. It seemed to be seeking the pucker that was now on display with his new anatomy. Not surprisingly, it was something that Jake craved, eager to be filled from the other end while sucking cock. Looking back as best as he could, Jake was barely aware it was Micha, though would have welcomed any changing man in his rear. It was all he could do not to beg Micha to take him, though he didn’t want to take his mouth off the reindeer cock he was currently sucking.
Seeing the friends in a threesome, the rest of the gathered men decided it was par for the course to couple. It was easy to let themselves get into the mood, changing and fucking as they so desperately wanted to do. Getting the idea, Nate moved down to tease Fernando’s cock, the changing reindeer twitching his ears in eagerness for what his friend was about to do. As much a switch as many of his TF friends, Fernando was eager to have his cock sucked, Nate going down on him as he moved his eyes up in a semblance of a smile. His own tail gained the ability to wag from the prospect, fully formed and eager to be used. Nate’s chubby frame was so adorable like that, halfway changed into a reindeer as it was.
Geoff and Travis, too, got into a mating position, Travis wanting to take it and Geoff eager to service those needs with the body he was slowly growing into. Travis’s dark skin was still rapidly being covered in reindeer fur, and Geoff was eager to fuck the reindeer into him as his good friend got down and raised his tail. Only Travis’s necklace remained, and even a thickening neck could not quite break it from his form. Though that might change, given the size he still had to grow into. And Geoff was eager to help him along!
The moment that Geoff’s reindeer cock plunged into Travis’s hindquarters was the moment their changing feet burst from their shoes, the one thing they had not thought to take off. Cloven reindeer hooves proved too large for any of their footwear, though tatters of human things were of little concern for the beasts they were becoming. The cost of such things was worth the knowledge that two toes on each foot were growing massive, two more shrinking into dewclaws, and the remaining big toes dissolving into cervine anatomy. Even without the alterations to their hips that would put them on all fours, it was already more comfortable for Travis to be down and raising his ass. Such was thankful as Geoff needed to put his weight on his friend’s back before he plowed into his tight pucker.
As the only two not to be coupling currently, Mitchell and Patrick moved to make out, though the action was hindered by the size of their noses, now thickened with velvety brown fur. As they sank into each other’s rubbery cervine lips, both men began drooling, the encounter becoming more awkward mixed with animalistic features. It was the principle of being mid-change while making out that did it for them, teeth growing blocky and lips even thicker. Their make-out session grew more intense as flared reindeer nostrils breathed in deeply of the pungent musk, cocks rubbing together before they inevitably went down on all fours.
Meanwhile, Jake, lost in sucking reindeer cock, barely noticed it was getting easier to deep throat, as though his mouth was extending around it on its way toward a muzzle. Soft cracks and pops echoed in his twitching ears, making Jake sure his jaw was stretching into a proper reindeer form. As though needed to support such a thing, his skull, too, was expanding, forehead sloping and braincase compressing on human thoughts. All focus was on fervently sucking cock and the plowing of his reindeer butt. Jake felt his eyes close, lost in the sensation of his changes and rut.
The alterations to their bodies came with their own set of issues, though had no dissuasive effect on the transforming men’s sexual escapades. “Can’t talk noooooow!” Fernando called out, feeling the cervine cock of his friend Nate seeking his own rectum. Nate was happy to top his horny friend, plunging his needy deer cock into the tight, changing asshole. It was so warm and inviting, making both men bellow as their chests started to barrel, and the final vestiges of their humanity were robbed from them.
“OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“MOOOOOOOOOOOORE!”
“YYOOOOOOOOOO!”
The room echoed as each man felt their voices changing, muzzles stretching, and throats thickening to prevent human speech. None wanted to talk now, each seeing it unnecessary with the reality they all felt the same way. Each was turned on, wanting to fuck, and were all eager to do so together. No words were needed to express their elation with the changes. Rather, losing themselves to the rut was all that was required to make their true desires known.
With the shifting of skulls came a change in perspective, colors washed out, and eyes able to see around the barn with wide angles. The advantage was they could see all of their contemporaries playing out of the edges of their peripheries. The sight of reindeer in rut, fucking and wheezing and bellowing as their cocks slapped against their bellies or plowed into their friend’s rumps was more than any could bear. All were internally begging for the changes to complete and their orgasms to come. And that was soon to be the case, with chests barreling, organs expanding within stretched bellies, and pelvises snapping into place. Massive cervine bodies bulked up with hundreds of pounds of meat, fat, and muscle, swelling toward the final proportions they would wear for the rest of their tenure as reindeer.
Bodies fully changed now, their final releases were soon to follow in a series of
great explosions. Nate unloaded his cum into Fernando’s rear, Fernando’s cock blowing from the prostate stimulation alone. Geoff did not cum until his friend’s rectum clenched against his rod, and he knew his efforts had brought his friend. Patrick and Mitchell both bellowed their twin releases, adding to the stink of reindeer cum on the hay. Jake was filled from both ends, drinking down a faceful of reindeer cum as his own cock exploded over his belly. At the moment, none of them cared about the repercussions of change or what their lives would be like going forward. At least their human minds, while awash in lust and reindeer instincts, were still present. It left them able to enjoy all the changes had to offer them and could continue to enjoy once their cocks came to attention after a brief rest.
Lost in their orgy of rut, the nine former humans hardly noticed the sound of the door opening, or the scent of a human walking in, until the sounds of his clapping attracted their attention. Eventually, the panting beasts looked up to see a larger man, dressed up in winter garb and looking happy to see them. Not surprised in the slightest, he continued to clap as though excited to see what they had become. For a moment, each of the newly changed reindeer looked at the man with some expectation. They were hoping he would change, joining their herd and giving them a new rutbuck. At that, half-erect cocks slid all the way out of sheaths as though ready to go again at a moment’s notice. They were eager to welcome a latecomer, another transformation enthusiast to their ranks.
But that didn’t come. The man simply stood there, smiling at the sight of their cocks and what they had done with each other. He was obviously pleased with the results, perhaps as much as the men who had changed themselves. With that, each of the reindeer, as lusty and drunk on cervine pheromones as they were, was slowly starting to get an idea of what was going on. There was only one man who could expect to find them out here. And, perhaps, he was the one who was the source of their changes, the reason he had called them all here in the first place…
“Welcome, Welcome, I’m so glad to have you! Thanks so much for making the trip. Well, I think I’ve given you the proper welcome into what I had planned. Not that I could have told you before, mind you. You wouldn’t have believed me! Now that you do and you’ve had your introductions with each other, I can explain things more clearly. I have another reason for bringing you all out here, you see. Oh, shoot, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is…”
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Gabriel looked back at his newest acquisitions, eager to get them hitched up and ready for their new temporary job. Though it would only be for the weekend, the promise of local reindeer rides was lucrative enough to make up some of the costs of flying out his fans. Regardless, he would have happily fronted the bill for some of his patrons to undergo the thrill of real change. The spell had been easy enough to cast once he had gotten the hang of it. And given the closeness to the season, there was really only one form in mind he could think of to use on his friends!
The nine of them seemed happy enough, currently eating the provided hay, with cum leaking from their anuses and cocks. Part of Gabriel wished he could join them, and he was sure they could use the company. But such was not to be, at least for this day. He still needed to give them a tour of their soon-to-be work placements before herding them into their stalls for the night. He was sure they would be receptive to the conditions; after all, with transformation came the chance to experience the lives of the animals they had become. And, what was more seasonally appropriate for a herd of reindeer than to offer city folk the chance to go for a magic sleigh ride? It must have been the experience of a lifetime for them to become reindeer, pull sleighs, and be fed carrots and sugar cubes by eager kids. And, of course, when they were done for the day, they could be brought back to the barn, where they would be free to take out their repressed lusts with their temporary herd…