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Chapter 3: The Worm Hath Turned

Player 1:

Gregor looked over the notebook and shook. Jason was behind all of this? He was the reason he felt like a freak? "Th-that... bastard..." He wiped his eyes. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. The memories of vulnerability, shame, and the many times he'd lost courage were because of him. Those memories weren't even real, and yet he remembered them all. He'd FELT them all. They felt more REAL because that fucker had written something in some freaky notebook than whatever memories they had replaced.

"Two can-hic!" He sniffed and grabbed a pen. "T-Two can play at this game, you jerk. Let's see how you like it when someone FUCKS. YOUR. LIFE! "

He uncapped his pen and started writing. As he did, Jason would find his stride to be more of a mince. His clothes had changed into a pencil skirt and blouse. He was trying to run in the inch heels! He could feel a bra digging into his side and panties riding between his ass cheeks.

"Jason Mayview gets off to wearing women's clothes. He can't resist putting on something sexy if it grabs attention. He's such a die-hard that he joined the cheer squad when he hit college."

Gregor gritted his teeth. His red pen was making the paper bleed.

"The girls don't think anything of it. He is just one of the girls. Not a man in the slightest, regardless of his protests."

Player 2:

Jason Mayview was halfway to Gregor's off-campus apartment when he lost balance. His pants seemed almost to explode outward, and his center of gravity shifted. He screamed in surprise as he fell face-first into the grass. "W-what?!? Ugh, why did I wear heels today-" He froze. "W-why am I wearing heels and- I'm a goddamned football player- no I'm not, I'm-'' New memories came cascading down upon him, like a tidal wave hitting a sandcastle. He remembered sneaking into his mommy's room as a child and playing dress up in her things... he remembered the first time he mastrubated in panties... he remembered joining the- the- "NO!" Clutching at his head, Jason tried not to think about the past. He wasn't a football player. He knew the memories weren't real, but his big muscly body was crammed into a short green pencil skirt and matching blouse. His hair was done up in a ponytail with a scrunchie. "Damn it, no!"

He pushed himself up to standing and dusted off his fashionable strapped heels. At least he hadn't worn falsies or a bra today. "No! Stop thinking like that!" He hissed at himself and shook his head. "Gotta... gotta get that notebook back..." That was right. He could fix everything as long as he got the Sex Note back and didn't get distracted...

Player 1:

Gregor took his pen and scratched through the earlier entries, only to have the ink roll off and down the page. The changes were permanent. He was stuck like this. That meant Jason was stuck, too. He put on his antlers for comfort and started writing again. Revenge would be sweet and cold as the tundra.

At that time, Jason would feel his panties grow tighter, as his foot long man meat slipped through the leg. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, as his cock stood at full mast in the confines of his skirt. It was painfully erect and his balls were tight, being for release.

"Jason is secretly an exhibitionist. He loves getting off in public areas at night, when he could get caught at any moment."

Player 2:

As he walked, Jason felt his cock rubbing up against his panties. "Nnnnfff..." He huffed. Everyone could see him. A big brawny freak in women's clothing, parading around with no shame. He was getting wet just thinking about it. "Haaah... all... all eyes on me..." oh god, if someone looked up his skirts right now... A blush was almost permanently tattooed on his face. He swallowed his drool. His balls were churning. "M'panties feel so fucking soft and good..." Part of Jason had no idea what was happening to him. It was like he'd stumbled into a fairy tale and things no longer HAD to make sense. And yet another part of him said this made more sense than anything. He was practically dressed like a fairy tale heroine. It felt good to be this pretty. Now if only he had a handsome woodsman or a prince to ravish him...

Wait. He wasn't fucking gay!

Jason huffed, trying to clear his head as his cockhead slid back and forth against the thigh hole of his panties. He was barely able to think about what he'd been doing before. "Fuck, I... nnngh, I need to find a place to blow a load." He was still a guy. As sexy as it was to show off his girly panties, he was a crude macho man at heart. It showed in how he talked.

The first public bathroom he found he was using to "tone his third leg". It was better if it had no locking door. So anyone could walk in on him at any moment. It was already dark enough. Barely anyone would be out and about, just enough people to make it risky.

And exciting.

He ducked into a public me- woman's restroom (so the heels weren't a dead giveaway) and plopped his ass down on a seat. Groping his cock and shoving his panties down, Jason whimpered and shut his eyes thinking of sexy women to help him cum.

Player 1:

Jason got close, almost there, right on the cusp of sweet release, before it happened. He heard footsteps, heavy and masculine. "Is this where you saw him, miss?" He could see black polished boots under the stall door. A strong knock came across it, causing the patch to jiggle. "Campus police. Open up." The voice boomed, rushing with authority.

Again, he beat on the door. The latch bounced and jiggled. It was barely hanging on. The bar was holding on by just its sheer corner. A breeze could force the door open at this point, but that only made it more exciting.

A final knock caused the door to fly inward, revealing Jason to the police officer. He'd feel a sharp pain in his chest, as his entire body contracted and fell off the toilet. He had been tased! His hand was forced to grip his cock, as it quickly unloaded onto him. His skirt was smattered with cum, along with his shaved thighs.

"Good God..." the guard sighed. "Jason. Not again. Do that shit at home. You've been warned about this. You know what happens next. You're lucky this is only your second offense. One more and it's the dot." He looked down at him. His eyes were full of disgust. He knew it was only a matter of time before Jason would have to register...

Player 2:

Oh no.

Jason's pulse raced as he heard the man entering. He knew that voice. That stuffy Campus Security Guard. They'd never met- except Jason knew they had. This was the second time he'd be caught. And yet his hand felt magnetized to his cock. The closer he was to getting caught, the hotter it was. He huffed and panted, wishing someone was with him. This sucked doing it alone. He heard the rattling of the door, as that asshole knocked on it. And then, he felt the door slam open, and the bolts slamming into his chest. Electricity coursed through his veins, tears dribbled out of his eyes, and Jason felt his cock splooging all over his outfit. Slumping to the ground, unable to move his body, he lay there, hearing the guard reproach him. This was his second strike. Any more and he'd have permanent consequences.

He had tears in his eyes. He knew this was the consequences of his own horniness, but he also knew this was Gregor's doing. Damn that little doe!

Jason couldn't move. His whole body had shut down. He wasn't going anywhere for at least the hour it took to get feeling back in his body.

He was at this man's mercy...

Player 1:

Jason was lifted by the pits, by the security guard. There was nothing kinky about this in his mind. He was just going about his job. He put the crossdressing Jason on the golf cart, with his legs spread and cock out for passersby to see. He gave him a hat and a mask for privacy, but everyone would know who it was. It was late so there weren't many to see the display; however, it was enough for rumors to begin spreading. Jason got caught jerking off... again.

The guard took Jason to his dorms and dropped him off with some of the other tenants. They were nice enough to take him to his room, but not enough to clean him up. They just left him on his bed to stew in his own jism and shame, while he recovered from the shock of a lifetime.

Player 2:

Jason wasn't so manly that he could resist crying. He sobbed on his bed, ugly crying. In just a few hours his whole life had been ruined. When he was caught a third time (And there probably WOULD be a third time, if he wasn't careful) his life would be a smoldering train wreck. He'd get kicked out of Vixen's Run University. He'd lose his position on the Cheer Squad. His life would be wrecked. He knew Gregor was doing this. But he also knew he didn't even begin to know how to fight it. He was preapred to spend the whole night stewing in existential despair and shame, his pretty outfit ruined by his own sex fluids.

Player 1:

Gregor, on the other side of the coin, slept like a baby that night. He had his revenge. He had tucked the book into his closet, far away where no one would find it. He had his bed nice and tucked around him. Life was pretty good. He couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought. He was even planning to skip practice.

Fuck the football team!

Well, except for Drew. He'd feel bad letting his best friend down, but the other members of the team were a bunch of chodes.

But Drew... well, he cared too much for Drew to ever abandon him. Maybe he'd see him tomorrow...

Player 2:

The night had been long and hard.

Jason didn't know how to handle how his life had gone last night. He was too mortified to go outside. And also too worried his cock was going to get him into more trouble. It wasn't until noon that he dared go out, and only because he wanted a smoothie. He had to eat something, or else he might start to lose some of his precious muscle mass. Thankfully, a life of crossdressing had given him enough skill in disguising himself and tucking that he could sneak out while being at least reasonably confident that he wasn't going to be recognised. Today's ensemble was a stylish black Gucci skirt with matching flats and a white and black striped blouse. He put in some falsies and tucked as well as he could, even putting on some makeup and wearing a bleach blonde, "obviously dye-job" wig and some sunglasses to complete the look.

One bananna and acai smoothie later, he was ready to begin Operation: Get-That-Fucking-Sex-Note-Back.

The plan was simple. He knew where Gregor's apartment was. He was in the sexiest disguise he had. Gregor had to leave eventually, and he knew the bitch slept in on sundays. So he'd just camp outside the man's hallway, down one corner, and wait. If Gregor left, he'd try to pick the lock or sneak in somehow.

Player 1:

Gregor rolled out of his dorm and stretched. On the outside, he was dressed in sweats and a loose hoodie, but beneath he had on his favorite Doe Tail boyfriend-style panties. He didn't even bother tucking. The extra attention to his manhood just bothered him more than the tightness. He hated being reminded of that thing between his legs. He needed a distraction, so he headed to the south. He was hanging out with Drew today. If anything in this crazy world offered him some normalcy, it was Drew. Drew was a deer now because of that damn notebook, but deep down he was still Gregor's best friend.

Player 2:

Gregor was leaving.

Jason had a chance. The second the other man lazily left his studio apartment, the crossdressing cheerleader struck, sneaking out into the hallway to rattle at the doorknob. After wearing a glove, that was. Fortunately, Gregor had left the door unlocked. "Got you now, you fucker." He slipped into Gregor's room and locked the door behind him. And then began rifling through all the sissy man's shit.

It took him the better part of an hour to finally find the Sex Note in Gregor's closet. Heaving a sigh of relief, the first thing he was going to try and do was cross out Gregor's changes.

...which did absolutely nothing except get ink all over his Guiseppe-brand gloves.

Changes couldn't be undone, could they? He was stuck like this, just like Gregor was stuck wearing false antlers and girly panties. "Well then... since I've got nothing left to lose..." He growled, slipping back out of Gregor's room without bothering to clean up and darting away... he'd worn gloves, there were no fingerprints, and there weren't cameras in the hallways. All he had to do now was change clothes, and he usually changed outfits a few times a day anyway. He had so many girly things, he had to show them off, didn't he?

The thought of everyone seeing how girly he looked made his cock twitch. No! Bad! He didn't want his tucking job to be undone. Clearing the thought out of his head, he snuck off to stare at the Sex Note. "I think the more we use this thing, the more perverted it makes us." He observed. It didn't really bother him as much as he thought it would, though. Instead, it was kind of turning him on. "Nnngh. HOME first, then kink." It went against everything he was, but somehow he got back to his dormitory room and locked himself in. This was going to be fun. Opening the Sex Note, he started writing.

"Gregor's father is human but his Mommy is a reindeer doe. He's a hybrid, like a liger. He's sterile, and though he's mostly human, his cum's sterile and he smells like a doe."

Player 1:

"Yes, ma'am." Gregor paced, as he spoke on the phone. His little tail twitched behind him, as he wasted time waiting for Drew. "I'm making lots of friends. I promise. Yes, yes, I'm still going. Every Sunday." He chuckled. "I love you too, mom. Tell dad I said "hi," too when he gets out of his deacons meet. Mhmm, thoughts and prayers. " He finally hung up.

"That woman can talk." He sighed to himself. He called his parents every Sunday, when they got out of church. Occasionally he would join them for lunch, but today was not one of those days. Today, he was cashing in on the Sunday brunch specials with Drew. There was a diner nearby that had a pastrami on rye that would make a preacher curse. Sunday was his cheat day, so he was getting a double sized sandwich with salt and vinegar chips. Hell, he'd even splurge and get the chicken and rice soup -- maybe even the loaded baked potato soup. He was celebrating a revenge well earned today!

Player 2:

Gregor would feel a hand pressing against his left shoulder. A firm, but gentle hand. "Good afternoon." The big white buck's tail would twitch. He frowned as he looked down to Gregor. "Are you... have you always smelled like that? Is that a sort of perfume?" He didn't know why Gregor smelled like a girl. The sort of girl that made his loins stir, medicine be damned.

A Pretty Doe...

He leaned in to sniff at his friend's shoulder, giving Gregor a slight shoulder massage before turning to sit opposite the half-human at the table. He felt a bit odd. Like this was a date or something. Was Gregor trying to seduce him? But he wasn't gay...

Even if that scent was messing with his Rut-addled head a little bit...

Elsewhere, however, Gregor's nemesis was planning something. The thought of being nice and letting Gregor off the hook made it's bid inside his mind and was ignored. He wanted to see the man suff- well, be humiliated, anyway. Another Rewrite would help fuck him over more. Literally.

"The more Gregor smells Drew's musk, the weaker his heterosexuality will be... and the more attracted to males the half-human will grow."

Just one more change and then he'd be ready to properly humiliate that asshole properly.

Player 1:

"H-hey, easy there!" Gregor laughed and punched Drew in the shoulder playfully to ward him off a bit. He struck Drew in the arm once more, reciting the VRU Football Team's mantra, "Two for flinching." After they'd roughhoused a bit, he turned to head toward the diner with his buddy. Gregor's stomach was dying to have something filling it.

He took a deep breath. He needed to ask Drew where he got that cologne. It smelled insane! Such a delicious musk. He liked it. Enough that it was making it hard to hold still around the other man. Maybe his parents would like it, too. He still needed to get a Christmas gift for them, anyway.

"You, uh, hungry, big guy? " He smiled at him. Something about his best friend was simply breathtaking today...

Player 2:

Drew trotted along, resisting the odd urge to put an arm around Gregor's shoulder. Was he a bit smaller? No, that couldn't be. He'd always had a bit of reindeer in him, even if he'd never grown a proper rack of antlers. Drew found himself wondering if Gregor ever grew any antlers, even little nubs... he was a male, wasn't he? It was a trait common in hybrid-bucks, but it might've missed Gregor genetically. "Tis a silly question, my- erm, Gregor." He grinned. Youthful metabolisms and mating season made the answer to that query predictable. "I'm always hungry. A good watercress and spinach sandwich would quite hit the spot right now." He said, patting Gregor on the back and leaning in, before awkwardly moving his arm away and taking a few steps back. Why was he getting so hot and bothered around his childhood friend?!? Drew couldn't figure it out. Gregor, meanwhile, would catch a slight whiff of something salty and musky he'd smelled before:

A buck's precum.

Player 1:

"Oh, that sounds yummy! I'll have one too!" Gregor stayed close by his bigger, burlier friend, bathing in that luscious scent. Ugh, it was almost sinful. His little deer tail was standing straight up behind him. It gently twitched, fluffing a bit whenever Drew touched him. He had such a schoolgirl-ish crush on the man, it wasn't even funny.

When they were seated, he took the liberty of ordering for them. "We'll have the spinach and watercress on pumpernickel, toasted. We're on herbivore diets, so please be sure to ask the kitchen to use olive oil to toast the bread. Also, two cups of the baba ganoush with fresh corn and black bean salsa. For sides," He smiled, swaying in his chair as he was steadily getting more campy and happy and gay while making his order, the Sex Note's influence on him at it's peak as he bathed in his friend's musky Rutting scents so close to him. "Oh, please, get us some of those sweet potato fries, yum! I'll just take a water to drink." A slight smirk crossed his face and Gregor shook his head. "Actually, no, I'm going to be naughty today. Can I have a cola?"

He smiled and put his elbow on the table, before resting his cheek on his hand. "You fine with that, Big Guy? "

Player 2:

"You're going all-herbivore?" Drew arched one white fuzzy eyebrow, his ears perking. He sounded surprised more than anything else. He couldn't eat meat. It made him sick, and tasted disgusting besides. But Gregor had the advantage of an omnivore's digestive system. "So how are your classes going?" He sniffed the air, catching a bit of that girly doe scent carried by the breeze from his friend. "Not too hard, I hope? I seem to recall you've been distracted lately? Feeling unwell? Going through some, ah, changes?" He tilted his head. "Coach Mac'Kongor wants you back on the field soon..." He paused and looked at Gregor. It was hard to believe the cute little half-stag was a football player. Certainly he was strong and muscular, but he was a head shorter than most of the other members of the team. But he was on the rolls... Drew leaned forward to rub his forehead. There was a sort of stabbing headache in his mind. Like something in his mind was insisting to him that something was wrong with Gregor, while another part of him was insisting this was the first time Gregor had felt RIGHT to him. It was giving him a headache and a little bit of a nosebleed.

His cock twitched, dribbling a bit of precum into his boxers. Gregor would catch another whiff of the male buck's musk. As the headache passed, the princely stag cleaned his face of any blood with a napkin. "Er, sorry. I think I've a bit of an allergy or something that's been running me ragged lately. Or something in my Anti-Rut medication not agreeing with me." Crossing his legs, Drew tilted his head. "Mother's insisting I change my focus to Law to take over the role of Mayor of Whitetail Bluffs from her when I'm older..." Drew frowned, his mind feeling a bit foggy again.

While Gregor felt a pressure in his backside that hadn't been there before... or had it?

---

Another Rewrite had occurred:

"Gregor has a vibrating toy in his ass he can't remove without the permission of Jason, it's intensity controlled by an app on Jason's smartphone."

Player 1:

Gregor reached across the table and did something actually sweet and considerate. He slipped his hand into one of Drew's and smiled up at him. His little tail flickered behind him, swishing against the back of the booth they sat in. "Hey, my bro isn't feeling well." He said softly, so that their conversation couldn't be overheard. "You're in a Rut and the last thing you need is the smell of meat so close to you. Besides, I used to do the same thing for my mom, and you know how much I adore my mommy."

He fluttered his eyelashes, not-so-subtly flirting with him. "And I think you could be mayor. Your mom sees a lot of things in you that you're blind to: You're kind, patient... you have an infectious smile, and you have charisma for days. You're a natural leader. Just look at how easy it was for you to get the quarterback position!" Gregor didn't mention why the position had been open in the first place. "You're not A people person. You're THE people person. I think you should consider it!"

He smiled up at him, as he felt the gentle buzz of the toy in his backside.When had he put one in? He forgot. It didn't feel important at the moment. Not as important as Drew. Besides, it felt almost as good as the feeling of touching Drew's hand! Gregor could just see it now: Mayor of Whitetail Bluffs, with his cute doe secretary. Drew could have a hard day's work and when city hall was closed Gregor could come in and rub his shoulders... and bring him coffee. He'd sit on his desk and they would talk for a while and vent about their day. Oh, it would be the sweetest thing. Gregor couldn't help but stifle a giggle. His little white tail twitched, flaring with his scent -- his mother's scent.

Player 2:

That infectious smile was Gregor's reward. He could see Drew's white fuzzy face tint pink with blush. "You- you think so?" He laughed, and sniffed the air. There it was again. That wonderful, girly, Doe-ish scent. Gregor felt the big strong buck squeezing his palm. Looking into his eyes. Leaning forward. "Gregor, I- I don't think I've ever had anyone believe in me like that. I-"

They were close enough that Gregor could smell that stag's Rutting musk. Newly awakening instincts in his mind were telling him this was the most right he'd ever felt. His pulse was racing.

---??

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"The more gay and faggy Gregor gets, the happier he gets. The closer to a happy ending he gets. The more he realizes that all he needs to get all the man he loved, all he ever wanted was to embrace his artificial instincts and become the girly doe he was slowly becoming."

Jason snickered as he stared at his latest Rewrite. "Now time to finish this. You bastard. You think me messing with you before was mean?" He began writing again. "Drew can't cum inside you with that plug in. You can't remove it. But that's just the ICING on this cake..."

"And when he's about to fully embrace his new life, his old mindset comes roaring back. Gregor becomes fully attracted to females exclusively again. Incapable of desiring the man he now loves. Trapped between his doeish urges and a need for pussy. And knowing the only way to his happy ending is to beg someone to make him gay again."

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"H-hey..." Drew blushed. "Um, Mom wanted me to date this one doe from Whitetail Bluffs College, and I'm NOT gay, but, would you ever consider-" he tried to kiss Gregor.

Player 1:

"M-maybe..." he blushed, the linebacker suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Something was wrong. Gregor leaned forward and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. It was just a little one, a test... nothing more, or so he had convinced himself. The kiss made him feel nothing. But just before, he'd felt so- Their moment was quickly interrupted by the food being dropped off at their booth by a friendly waitress.

"Oh, look. Lunch!" He grabbed his sandwich and quickly bit into it, eager for a distraction, but also distraught. Why didn't he feel that way about Drew anymore?!? The entire time his tail could be heard swishing behind him. It was blatantly obvious. His scent was being spread all over the bench beneath him. He tried to keep still, but he had to keep adjusting to be comfortable.

"Ugh, we should have taken a table. I'm sorry. My tail is so..." he reached behind him and undid the strap above his tail to give it a little more room. He let out a sigh of relief. "Cramped. Oh, that's better."

He gave a soft, nervous, giggle, as he dipped the corner of his sandwich into his soup, before taking a bite of it. He smiled at Drew, the fantasy of their imaginary life still in the back of his head. It was just that, though...

A fantasy.

He swallowed the bite. The Doe-scent was stronger, coming from his left hand, after brushing against the glands in his tail. "I-I might consider. I just need some time. I need to do some soul searching. I've recently learned some things about myself I need to come to terms with." He held his hand. He was being vulnerable. "You're still my bro, right? Nothing will change?"

Player 2:

There was no spark in the kiss. Where there'd been magic before whenever Drew touched him, now Gregor just felt nothing. Except the idea that somehow that damn notebook was involved.

Drew, meanwhile, blushed and looked a bit sad at the non-committal answer. "Y-yeah. Of course. Bros. I mean, we're friends, Gregor. Nothing will ever change that. H-haha!" But he sounded a bit dejected. Like someone had just kicked his puppy. HIs ears sunk and his gaze turned away from Gregor... he sniffed the air, and sighed. "I just thought- well, you just-" He shook his head and began to eat his meal.

As the vibrating plug in Gregor's ass started buzzing with greater intensity, hitting his prostate as if reminding him of what he was missing out on.

Player 1:

Gregor ate in silence. He had killed the mood. He just knew it and no amount of vegan cheese could fill that void. He stood quickly and put a twenty on the table. He knew Drew was loaded, but he didn't see him like a wallet. He was probably the only friend Drew had at the college that genuinely thought of the big guy as a person.

"I-I gotta go. I think something came up. We'll talk and whatever is left over from the cash, l-leave it for the tip." He turned quickly and started walking out. His tail was down low -- a sign of distress. He was worried. His face didn't show it, but his body was an open book to someone intimately familiar with a deer's biology.

He started going back to his dorm in a brisk walk. He didn't want to give away just how panicked he was... and boy was his heart racing!

Player 2:

"Oh... ok." Drew just watched as Gregor made his excuses and started to walk off. "I- I guess I'll see you around." He stared at the two plates of food, mystified by how drastic Gregor's behavior had changed over the course of the lunch date.

Had it been a date?

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It was as Gregor was walking that he felt the plug inside him begin to vibrate in patterns, sending a wave of startlingly intense pleasure up his spine. It was enough to make his train of thought derail, and it'd be a fight to avoid making any noises out loud from the distracting pleasure of it. Elsewhere, someone was making a note in the Sex Note.

"Though Gregor is currently straight, his ass is such a source of pleasure for him that even small stimulation down there can make it hard for the half-deer to think. He gets really stupid and bimboish when his butt is being teased excessively, a total air head until he's cum."

Player 1:

Gregor ran to his door and pushed it open. "Y-you! Like, you are such a big meanie! Let go of that book!" He would shout, as he minced rapidly in his direction. He snatched the book from the table and clutched it to his chest. He was shouting through the fog in his head. Anything bigger than three syllables hurt his pretty little head.

"I'm going to..." he grabbed the book in his hand and started trying to tear it. The binding was solid, though. He could shake and wiggle it in his grips, but it didn't budge. When he ran out of ideas, he threw it at Jason's head. He was dumb, flustered, and filled with frustrations.

And cum.

Player 2:

Jason's hand never left the Sex Note, holding it as Gregor started to try and take it from him. It amused him how the man tried, his mind so clouded with lust that he couldn't think straight. "You ruin my life, I ruin yours." He growled, before letting Gregor try and fail to ruin the book, and dialing up the intensity of the butt-slut's plug to try and incapacitate him. Gregor was having trouble thinking of anything beyond his own doe-fanny, the pleasurable buzzing against his prostrate making it hard to even remember why he was here.

"Beg me to get you off, and maybe I'll make a deal with you, Gregor." He wanted blood for Gregor ruining his life.

Player 1:

He fell toward him, as his knees turned to jelly. He was twitching around on the ground. "I no ruin. You ruin. Make... dis... disfo... Made Greggi not happy. Like nnngh, not kewl! Greggi was so happy with body. Now it just. Make Greggi sad." He hugged himself, as he thrust his hips.

"Make Drew sad too! Drew inno... in a... incense! He no do nothing! He mmm~" Gregor laid on the ground and rubbed himself along his private bits. His playful schoolgirl crush was back in full force, riding along his rollercoaster of an emotional spectrum.

Player 2:

Jason laughed, watching the big half-human in the girly outfit protest, while struggling with his horny feelings, the human just brushing his hair back and letting his skirts ruffle. "Wow, it really did turn you into a brainless little sex toy." He set the book out of reach in a drawer, bending down to pull Gregor up. "You can't cum without my help right now, and we can't negotiate while you're this brainless. Up on the bed, girlfriend. I'm going to rock your world."

He reached up to under the doe-man's tail, and began to strip down his panties. "There's your special toy... do you like your buzzy plug, Greggie? I bet it makes your mind feel so very good...." He tugged it back and forth inside the half-breed's needy hole, teasing him.

Player 1:

"Unh~" he moaned and drooled just a tad. He buckled his hips, as his tail flared up and out. It was heavy with female estrus. His dick swung between his thighs, with the head swollen purple. He was cascading between deep and masculine and high and sweet.

"Greggi loves you teasing her buzzy butt! Only, Greggi wants Drew. Big stud, mmm~" he bit the blankets as he let himself be washed over.

Player 2:

The big crossdresser just laughed, leaning down to sniff the little doe tail on his former rival. "Oh, you'll get Drew. I just want to attach a few strings first." He growled, pulling the buzzy wand out with a schlicking sound of lube coming free. "Tell Jason that you want to be a dumb little doe bimbo." He said, while reaching around to grip at the man's cock and squeeze it, gently rubbing it with a lubed up hand while pushing the vibrating plug back in.

Player 1:

He groaned, as precum trickled down his cockhead. He felt his eyes rolling back. His asshole was alight with pleasure. "Iwannacum!" He moaned. He knew this building sensation. He remembered it from Drew, when he destroyed his virgin ass just a few days prior. Something was keeping him from reaching his orgasm, though. Something malicious was keeping his mind lost in the pink fog. "Ijuswannacum~?"

Player 2:

The big crossdresser couldn't help but find the whole thing cute. He kinda wanted "Greggi"'s enthusiasm. "Aw, you're so lust-drunk you can't even talk right." He slowly pushed the plug back and forth inside his former rival, using his free hand to get a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to cuff Gregor to the bed. Then, getting up on his knees, he pulled the plug out with a final pop, tossed it aside, and began to lower down his panties. "Think about Drew making you his doe." Jason leaned in, whispering, knowing that Greggi would have issues mastrubating without thinking about big burly men filling his hole. It was one of the changes.

And to give him a visual aid, a big burly crossdressing human began to slide inside his cheeks, pumping back and forth, filling Greggi and rubbing against his love button.

Player 1:

Greggi moaned as he was penetrated. "Unf~ Ah! F-Drew!"He squealed in delight. He was in his happy place. He'd just brought Drew his coffee after a long days work and he was splayed out on his desk getting his bonus for being such a good helper! He arched his back, bumping and grinding into his partner. He didn't even care who it was anymore. In his mind, he was a good doe being pumped full of virile seed by a worthy stud -- his stud... his Drew.

His lips parted, as he screamed out in pleasure. He felt his cock spray his chest and stomach. A few errant strands even popped up to hit him on the mouth. At that moment, the clarity came back. He was being raped, and by none other than Jason!

"Get, ngh off!" He shouted, shaking his hips. He was in a bad angle, so he could not protest quite effectively. He wanted to punch him, but his wrists were firmly handcuffed to his headboard. "F-fucker! Get off of me! "

Player 2:

It was enough. Jason fell away, sliding out of the other guy without cumming into him. He'd hoped Gregor would last longer, maybe let him get his rocks off, but he got what he NEEDED. His cell phone was balanced on a pillow on the bed opposite of the one they'd been on. Recording the whole thing. Putting his skirt back on and tucking the phone away in his purse, he growled and looked over at the other man. "Right. You're going to sit there and listen."

Jason folded his arms. "I want to cut a deal. You get a chance to date your buck happily. Sound good? If so, here's my terms: One day a week, I'm in charge of you. You're my bitch. Understand?"

Player 1:

Gregor was in a haze. "I like Drew." He slurred, a cummy mess. "I'm a gay little fag for big bucks." He had his hand buried between his legs, but he wasn't touching his cock. He was fingering his gaping ass. He was broken, completely out of his right state of mind.

At the end of it all, he felt a complacency deep down. He felt like a doe, but something was missing from the experience. His mind was awash with images of big burly stags pounding away at him, breeding him until their ruts faded. He was just a tool to clear out their stresses.

Player 2:

Jason looked at his old rival. Entirely broken. Basically mindless. Toying with his butt and barely able to think at all, much less properly. Turning to look at the Sex Note, he sighed and walked over towards it. "Can't even think good enough for that, huh? Fine. Here."

He opened the Sex Note and decided to make some last minute ReWrites.

"Gregor Hollingshead has a fetish for big horny bucks. It doesn't matter if he's straight or gay or whatever, he just wants their cervine cock. Especially when it comes to his crush and future husband, Drew Creamtail. And he's smart enough and collected enough to be able to get what he wants."

Jason scowled. "Waste of my fucking time, not even gonna get my rocks off with this. Ah well." He had one last Rewrite to add.

"Gregor Hollingshead has a part-time job: Serving as a cum dumpster for horny hooved creatures during Rutting Season. And each time one of them cums inside him, he's going to grow a bit more attracted to males, a bit more girly, and a bit more of the sissy reindeer he was always meant to be until his humanity is no more."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Now get out of here, you asshole." He undid the handcuffs and pointed towards the door. "Only nice thing I'll ever do for you." It wasn't fun once he'd broken the guy. Least he could do is make sure Gregor enjoyed his new life since a broken mush-minded sex toy wasn't any fun to torment.

Player 1:

Gregor climbed out of his bed and gently slid his finger out of his asshole. Having cum twice, his clarity was barking back to him like a freight train. He was smart enough to get what he wanted. "Don't be here, when I, like, get back. I..." He cringed. He could think in complete sentences again. It was a bit hard to get the words out, but his mind was there. His cock was flaccid, dripping with cum and thighs shined with lube. "I don't want to see you." He grabbed a sock and wiped his cock and thighs clean. He still had his washboard stomach and chiseled frame, but it meant he had cumgutters he had to clean off too.

He threw the sock toward his hamper and walked out, after putting his cock away in his sweatpants. His thong rode up over his masculine hips, giving the short jock a whale tail beneath his doe's tail. He was livid, but he had to find Drew.

He put his phone up to his ear, after tapping his speed-dial. Drew was #2, just like always. The only reason his oldest friend was not #1 was because of his voice-mail. "Come on, " He muttered under his breath, as he walked into the driveway to his dorm. He was steadily leaving the building behind. "Two rings, you always pick up at two, Big Guy..."

Player 2:

Thinking for a moment, Jason watched the still somewhat masculine former rival of his leave. "Ugh, fine. I have cheer practice anyway." He blushed at the thought... he always got so worked up prancing around on the team. It was messed up that Jason wasn't a football player anymore and Gregor still technically was, but the longer it went on, the more Jason found that- in spite of the fact that everyone on the team insisted he was a girl- he liked presenting himself as pretty and girly and faggy. He just wished he actually looked the part. He could dress in as cute an outfit as he wanted. but he still had his old body type.

He thought about it for a moment, considering using the Sex Note to fix himself that way with a Rewrite, and then decided against it. The fucking book had done enough.

And with that decision made, he closed the book, left Gregor's apartment, and left the Sex Note behind.

Meanwhile, Gregor would hear his phone ring twice. And then click. "Hello? Gregor, are you ok?" Drew was there on the other line. He cared about his friends, even when it was sometimes too much. He'd been broken up and confused about Gregor just leaving him, but was pushing aside his own feelings to listen to his best friend.

END CHAPTER 3