Stag-Girl TF

(Content warning:  Contains transformation, female to shemale, and some incest)

>be a young teenage girl
>wake up one morning
>you feel a bit dizzy
>you’d been having some sort of dream
>an oddly intense and... sexual one
>feel a strange tugging down between your legs
>look down
>see a very prominent bulge in your bedsheets
>you expect a sensation of panic to start building in your chest
>but you’re oddly calm
>of course you have a cock
>why wouldn’t you?
>get up and head to the bathroom
>you hear your mom is already downstairs making breakfast
>the idea of covering up your nudity or your changes doesn't even come to mind
>flick the light switch and give yourself a look over
>the usual cute, dark brown, shoulder length hair
>slight freckles
>barely noticeable enough to count
>decent but not overly large breasts
>you’ve always found your hips to be your best feature
>strike a pose playfully
>which causes your new shaft to sway pleasantly between your thighs
>the thing rises out of a velvety furred pouch
>some kind of animal-like sheath
>over 12 inches of slick, pink cock standing up in a typical morning wood
>a deer cock, you think...
>remembering something...
>back to yesterday
>the date you had with your boyfriend
>you’d agreed to go to the movies last night
>you’d felt that same strange lack of panic when Alan met up with you
>he was completely covered in a greyish brown fur
>with an impressive set of antlers on his stag-like head
>he’d given you a kiss, filling your mouth with that thick animal tongue of his
>he had his jacket on, left open, but no shirt
>letting you easily run your fingers through the thick pale fur on his chest
>no one around you seemed the least bit upset by a strange animal-person walking down the street
>just as you couldn’t seem to summon up any concern
>even though you knew you had seen him as a normal human just the day before
>after the intense kiss the two of you had gone onto the movie
>he’d offered to pay for your tickets and pop-corn, ever the gentleman (gentle-stag?)
>he suggested you both sit in the back
>the movie more of a formality
>you quickly got to making out
>his musky animal scent
>and the feel of his wet nose rubbing your face
>all of these strange new sensations were proving terribly exciting
>suddenly he pulled back and smiled
>you saw him unbuckling his belt and freeing his shaft
>it was just as changed as the rest of him
>an incredibly long, tapered, animal thing
>without hesitation, you let him guide your head down to it
>the taste was as hypnotic as his scent had been, but the intensity was tenfold
>you cupped his testicles, marveling at how big they now were
>at first you tried to be quiet
>not to slurp too hungrily despite this strange need you now felt
>but you gave up when he himself started to bellow out at the pleasure
>deep, lusty calls of a stag in the throes of his rut
>with little warning he suddenly stamped his hooved feet and came
>your mouth filled with more deer semen than it could hold
>it dripped down your chin freely
>soaking into your top and his pants
>you swallowed without thinking
>he stayed in a buzz of afterglow after that
>but you felt similarly in a haze
>something... something about it was affecting you
>you felt hot
>much hotter than when you’d first arrived
>a sudden shudder, and with it an intense heat in your crotch
>you’re eyes went wide, seeing a thick bulge appearing at the front of your pants
>whatever mystical force that was lulling your concerns was being pushed to it’s limits
>you definitely should not be growing a cock
>still in a haze, you unzipped your pants
>your panties quickly giving up the task of containing your new penis
>it slid out, just as long and stag-like as the one on your boyfriend
>he grinned upon seeing it, as he gradually pulled himself out of his own stupor
>he leaned into you and whispered something you could barely make out
>your heart was pounding
>the beat too loud in your ears for you to make out anything else
>not waiting for you to answer, he shuffled closer
>lifting the arm-rest separating your two seats out of the way
>his own cock was now back to full erection
>animal stamina demanding more of what he had just experienced
>he pulled you nearer to him, holding you so close your two slick shafts were poking at each other
>not waiting any longer, he gripped the two shafts together in a single hand
>his soft-but-rough fur feeling amazing on the sensitive skin of your new cock
>he kept at it for what felt like forever
>not wanting your first time to be over too quickly
>keeping you on the edge of climax, only to slow down and pull you back from the precipice
>as he did so he kissed you
>nibbled your neck
>his new deer body being so flexible he could easily lean down low enough to tease your stiff nipples
>you were so close
>so...
>a sudden cold wet feeling pulled the two of you out of it
>someone a few rows in front of you had actually thrown their soda at you
>the icy beverage serving as a literal bucket of cold water, putting a stop to your fun
>they were whisper-shouting at the two of you to be quiet, or to fuck off
>No!
>you’d been so close
>you’d each gotten up
>so much in a blurr of arousal you didn’t even bother to zip up your pants
>two achingly hard cervine shafts bobbing in front of the two of you as you walked
>you weren’t sure were
>searching for urgently needed privacy
>a door was marked employees only, but you ignored the warning and walked on through
>eventually it led to the outside
>some kind of field or park that sat behind the theatre
>this would do fine
>you shoved him onto the grass, ready to fuck like wild things
>this time you were the one to grip your two shafts together
>mimicking what you had seen him do
>doing your best to maximize the pleasure
>after all that build up you couldn’t last much longer
>you could feel it peaking
>a burst of sensation
>several throbs and pulses
>a deep cry that you were surprised to find was coming from your own mouth
>and finally blessed release
>the sight of you reaching your first male climax was enough to push your mate beyond his own tipping point
>he leaned, fierce and sudden, gripping your shoulder in a mating bite
>you let him
>you wanted him
>more than anything you wanted this moment to last forever
>you’re finally back in your bathroom
>that wonderful memory only serving to encourage your erection to further stiffness
>you lost track of how many times the two of you brought each other to climax like that
>but at some point he brought you home
>your own change haven’t really progressed anymore than that in the intervening time
>while he seemed to be halfway to becoming a full animal
>your changes are still limited to your genitals
>despite the air of calm that permeates you any time you think your changes
>the situation is still quit daunting
>you're not sure what to do next
>finally decide to head on down to get some breakfast
>you slip on a top and a bathrobe
>but don’t bother to tie it up
>not worrying about your still erect deer-cock waving about in front of yourself
>your mom tells you good morning
>to which you just return a smile
>a deep hunger fills you, and you don’t refuse the oatmeal she offers
>she can tell something is nagging at you
>try to be evasive, but finally tell her you did something with Alan
>she gets a bit more serious and leans in the table
>she tells you it’s fine for kids your age to be trying things out, but that you need to be careful
>decide to just up and say it
>explain to her that he’s turned into some kind of stag-man and you drank his cum and now you have a stag cock too and it won’t go down because you didn’t think to jack off before coming down for breakfast
>your mother blinks a few times at that deluge of information
>before a smile appears on her face
>is that all?
>she tells you not to worry
>it’ perfectly natural for a girl your age to be experiencing these feelings
>it’s entirely normal for a young stag to have trouble reigning in his erection
>you nod, apparently not bothered by the sheer contradiction of what she’s just said
>something seems to cross your mother’s mind
>she hesitates, then asks if you know how exactly to go about... taking care of it
>shrug, and shake your head to say no
>you’ve never done this before
>well, not counting yesterday when you and Alan were both drunk on pheromones and lust and the thrill of the transformation
>your mother smiles again
>only this time there’s a hint of... something
>she brings her chair closer to yours, and tells you not to worry
>she knows exactly how to help
>you gasp, knowing what was coming, but still not quite believing it when your mother’s delicate fingers wrap themselves around the base of your shaft
>she comments on how warm it is

...

>you want to warn her
>tell her to wait
>this is exactly how it happened last time
>amidst your pleasured gasps, you just about manage to say that she’ll gain a cock of her own if she swallows
>mom, if you do it
>if you swallow...
>you’ll gain a weird animal girl-shaft of your own
>part of you is horrified (while another part of you is overjoyed) that upon hearing that you mother redoubles her efforts
>tugging at your heavy testicles and sucking harder on your aching girl-shaft

(Will finish later)