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Chapter Nineteen

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Epilogue

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1598

It was over. It was all, finally, over. And Gehart could not be more pleased about that as he let his work know that he'd be back in a couple of weeks, sure that he'd again have a handle on his weight by that point. Khen even took a few days off work too so that the two of them could get back to whatever "normal" now was between them. It had been quite clear from that penultimate, horrific event, that had thankfully not ended in complete carnage and destruction, that the curse had been very much real but it was going, softly and gently, but it was going all the same.

Khen believed Gehart - how could he not after all that he had seen? By some stroke of fate too, Khen had been assured that he would not take on the curse. Even Maurice had said, rubbing his temples, that his grandmother had never before pushed a curse so far, that it was not meant to explode the stag out as it had. They were sorry - well, his grandmother folded her arms and made a strangled squawk in the back of her throat but Maurice's apology would have to count for the both of them. Gehart's blubbering, whimpering, apology may have been a jumbled mass of words but, in all honesty, it was the sincerest one he had ever made in his entire life, even when it came down to his lover, Khen, too.

Things were better and Khen's stomach had even softened back down quickly to his original, softly pudgy and squishy (in a good way!) size. Gehart had found a set of heavy-duty scales with which to check his weight and took pride in watching it fall off him, keeping to his diet with more rigidity than he ever had before. The stakes were higher then and he had to be diligent, especially if he ever wanted to pay Khen back in any small way for all that the sweet, kind-hearted buck had done for him. It could all have gone horribly wrong, after all, with the curse rebounding on Khen, but Khen had bravely taken him through it and eradicated the curse without even knowing if he would come through it alright too.

But things had come right and Khen was more than eager to help Gehart drop the pounds through sweat equity, riding him as that thick length of stag-cock drove up under his quivering tail. The white underside was on show but there was no longer any danger to be had, just pleasure, as he rode and rode the stag, head thrown back for a moan that heralded the encroach of orgasm already.

Gehart, however, was still large enough that any amount of physical exertion was difficult for him to undertake, even though he was sure he could find something at work, stationary, that was, that he'd be able to occupy himself with until he was back down to something more manageable. That didn't mean that Khen was not going to use and abuse his fat, round body, so close to being a perfect sphere even if there were squashes and squishes in the rolls of fat, in the meantime, adoring the stag's body even as he knew it would, in time, slip away from him. He'd enjoy it until then, knowing that Gehart would be back to himself and full health again soon, all manner of guilt slipping away from him.

"Ohhh, buck..."

Gehart could not help himself, openly voicing his appreciation as his orgasm rose, building and building, need coming to the head and completion that he'd needed for so very long. His cock jerked and twitched within the buck and he couldn't hold himself back for even a moment longer, pulling Khen down on his cock as he cried out, the buck's orgasm rushing upon him, spurting over his own stomach and Gehart's, suddenly more productive than he'd been more recently. Gehart moaned. He'd have to see what the buck had changed in his diet, he wanted him to keep cumming that much if he could be that productive more of the time!

With his paws on Khen's soft love-handles, the stag huffed and puffed, trying his very best to grind up into him for every last little bit of pleasure he could glean. His cock throbbed wantonly, pouring out his creamy essence into the buck's tail hole, pushing up and up and up, forcing his belly to inflate. Even though the curse was gone, he could still cum more than he ever had and, truly, that would be something that Gehart found himself loathe to leave behind, squeezing and groping Khen's belly as it ballooned lightly, sloshing forward with the filling of thick, heady cum.

His eyes fell half-lidded, the moment too much for him, lips parted and body trembling, the room reeking of sex. It couldn't have been more perfect.

Thicker...

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Gehart's eyes snapped wide, spine tingling with a sickening chill, but, for himself, he never had anything to fear as Khen heaved and panted, head lolling back, his stomach rising before Gehart's very eyes, though it was not with cum.

No...

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Khen's belly swelled and Gehart's moan of horror was mistaken for pleasure, the buck none the wiser as his fat bulged, jiggling lightly as if something, so very close still, was mocking Gehart even as he filled his buck with every drop of seed he had to give. He was still over-productive in that regard but there was something more to the chill in the air, the flutter of the curtains, the way the light from the lamp on the bedside table danced and shuddered, casting flaunting shadows across the walls where, before, they had been silently stationary.

It couldn't be. And, yet, it was.

Gehart moaned, sinking back to the bed, Khen sweeping his paws down his body, moaning his appreciation as his seed soaked into Gehart's fur, a sticky mess. Yet that was not the manner of mess that would leave a more permanent mark.

Other things... Well, they were more permanent.

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Thicker.

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Only time would tell how much.

Only time.