"Deer Hill" - Deer Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Deer Transformation Story

Those three days in this place were great. I spent them in the famous middle eastern city with a deer in its name – Famous to the tourists like me of course. I always enjoyed visiting interesting places, traveling from country to country. I’m fascinated by the architecture, the history of those chosen places and I enjoy their individual traditions.

I’m about to head off soon, but the people around here are so kind and welcoming. I even got invited for a picnic by a local huntsman. He said it would be organised in a traditional style and I liked the sound of that. The picnic is supposed to be organised in the beautiful natural environment on top of the so called Deer Hill.

Still, when I arrive at the place I’m surprised at what I see. So many hunters around, I already feel like I don’t fit in here. I ask the familiar huntsman why did I get invited if this “picnic” looks more like a hunter’s club gathering. He scoffs at my rude attitude and invites me to sit down with them for a drink at the fireplace. I already got here and acted unintentionally rude – Might as well sit down with them for a drink, even though I still feel weird being around professional hobbyists.

I look around and eye the environment. Many similarly camo dressed men are sitting next to me around the fireplace. I talk to a few of them, but they generally act very serious or harsh. I’m surprised I got invited, when I’m not even a hunter… The familiar huntsman comes over to me with a glass of what looks like polish vodka and a polite smile on his face. We exchange a few words and he cheers me up a bit, we have a toast and I take a sip of the ice cold beverage. After a few minutes I actually start to enjoy the atmosphere around here, there are so many things to behold and understand about this place. I’m getting drunk – I think to myself as I finish the glass of vodka. Well at least I don’t feel so excluded in this place anymore.

As I sit in front of the fireplace the warmth seems to increase despite the fire slowly dying out. My hands feel weirdly stiff – I blame it on the dying fire. My skin starts to itch – I think it’s because of the mosquitoes, so I shrug at it as I drink more vodka with my companions. I add some coal to the fireplace and rub my nose, realising how black it became. I feel like I’m in a fever dream, but I just go with the flow knowing that I’m wasted and thinking I just imagine things.

The huntsmen are kind and share with me some of their knowledge. What’s interesting is that they pay particular attention to explain how to best hunt down a deer. Well, this entire city that everything around is centred on is very fond of its deer aesthetics. Why a deer? Many centuries ago the king of those lands chose a deer as the symbol of this place, because he observed one gracefully presenting itself on top of a hill and it looked like a majestic symbol of this region.

As we spend some quality time at the fireplace I start to feel increasingly weird in my own body, sort of fatigued. The kind huntsman came over to me and handed me a glass full of vodka again. “Uh… Thank you… But I sh-shouldn’t, I think I overdid it with alcohol…” I mumble out and the huntsman’s face gets sour. “Hm… Stanisław! Bring us the food. You know newcomer, its best to savour vodka with some sort of snacks…” The huntsman acts suspiciously polite again. Soon a man comes over to us with a paper plate and those “snacks” on it. I notice what looks like dried up meat sticks and some vegetable corks. “His wife made them herself, go on friend. You’ll feel better with hunger sated, take your pick…” The huntsman says and I feel too submissive in my current state to deny. I think for a second about what to choose for myself, but I feel weirdly picky right now. I normally love regional meat crafts, but tonight I feel a weird crave for vegetables and anything green really. I pick up a few vegetable corks, seemingly made out of cucumbers and devour them quickly. The huntsman lays down the plate next to me and pats me on the back. “You’ll need strength, eat up friend.” He says and walks away to chat with someone else.

I feel really strange. What’s up with me – I think to myself getting worried a bit. First those weird sights, now I feel like I shouldn’t eat meat that I loved, for some reason. I eat a few of those green snacks and they’re very tasty. Although something in my mouth feels wrong. As I eat I start to feel a tingle, slowly turning into an ache. I realise my gums hurt. My teeth feel like they’re growing bigger and thicker inside my oral cavity. What’s weirder I have a feeling like they are slowly dragged back into my inner maw. I feel worried by those sensations, but don’t want to ruin my decent mood so I eat more of those vegetable corks to calm down my nerves.

I’m curious for how long we’ve been in this place so I take out my phone. Before I even manage to turn it on I see my own reflection in the dark screen and I immediately drop my phone onto the grassy ground. My face looks distorted, my nose is swollen and wider, my human hair is gone and is replaced by some brown fuzz. “Aaaaah! What the hell is happening to me?!” I exclaim as I touch my face with my stiff hands. I glance at them and I’m shocked to see my thumbs painfully retracting and shrinking down into nothing. All of the hunters turn their attention to me, but instead of freaking out like me they calmly observe me freaking out about my changing body. “Don’t just l-look at me like that! He-elp me, p-please…!” I plead as my body is hit with waves of painful changes. I fall off the sitting log because of my panicked and desperate behaviour and having drunk too much. I look around with begging eyes, but I realise that the hunters don’t mind the sight of me painfully shifting into God know what.

I can’t believe what’s going on. I feel lost, so many bizarre thoughts come to my mind, but I can’t even focus on them because my entire body hurts and is slowly reforming distracting me from rational thinking. Suddenly something grabs my trembling hips and I feel a familiar pat on my back. “There, there son. It will all be over soon. It’s not like we’re doing it for the first time. Your transformation is painful, but it’s not what’s going to kill you… Undress him so we can observe if he’s changing correctly.” The familiar huntsman calmly explained sending me shivers down my changing spine. It was all planned… I can’t even comprehend they somehow initiated this transformation. “I- Hey! What are you?! Leave me alone…!” I protest as I feel two hunters undoing my shoes, then taking them off along with my socks. I glance back at my feet and my heart stops for a few seconds. Those aren’t my feet! They are looking more streamlined and only now I realise that I’m standing on what used to be the balls of my feet. My big toes finish getting absorbed by my shifting extremities leaving me with four toes on each foot. I shudder as I feel my remaining toes painfully start to swell and get stiffer. My toenails blacken and expand as they slowly start to form cloven hooves. My feet contort and malform into their new shapes gaining lithe muscles as they slim down. “Oh God…! Don’t do this to me! Am I becoming an animal!?” I groan out in pain as I felt the changes invade my unchanged body parts.

The hunters ignore my questions and start pulling my pants down. I cringe as I feel like I know where this is going. I try to fight back and kick them, but instead I almost fall over unused to my changing legs. I feel my ears throbbing with warmth. I manage to bend my right arm enough to touch the changing ear and I feel it start to grow longer and pointier. I feel my ear start to move instinctively trying to get out of my grasp as it gains more bendability. I feel my hearing become way more sensitive and my changed ears sprout brown and white fuzz. My entire body itches by now as fur slowly covers it entirely and grows denser. I want to touch my face to feel it changing, but suddenly two snaps in my shoulder blades force my arms to get down underneath me. “Aaaagh, it huuurts…! Wh- Wait, I- I can’t move my a-arms normally…” I stammer as I try to move my arms like I used to, but it’s impossible, they have been locked into a quadrupedal position and are undergoing more changes.

“Those aren’t your arms anymore, they’re your fore legs. Better get used to it or you’ll die too quick after your transformation…” The previously friendly huntsman stated coldly. I regret coming here, I regret everything. How can be so cruel to me. They turn me into an animal to hunt me down later… I feel like this is too much and my eyes start to tear up, I feel like my life is ending tonight. A single tear slides down my deforming fuzzy face and I feel like more is incoming. Except they aren’t I feel a weird sensation around my eyes as I lose the ability to shed tears. Suddenly my eyes start to sting, disorienting me in the process. I start blinking as my pupils are forced to stretch wider horizontally. My irises change colour to light brown. I open my eyes wide and I realise that my vision is very different. It feel weird, bizarre even as from now on I see the world around me in a much wider horizontal angle.

Suddenly I feel three men lift up my upper body and remove my shirt. I crane down my neck and watch as my torso shifts. My organs churn and I feel like I’m going to puke. My innards shift to accommodate my new herbivorous diet. My chest tenses up and I feel it start to swell, forced into a broader shape by my barrelling out ribcage. “Gh-Ack…!” I choke as I feel my lungs inflate inside my expanding torso. I feel my back broaden and my spine get more pronounced on it as it pops and thickens to adapt to my new form. My spine shifts altogether and lengthens growing new vertebrae.

I feel a tension in the base of my neck as it suddenly snaps making me gasp in disbelief. My perspective is further altered by my now shifting and lengthening neck. My neck is becoming more flexible with each additional vertebrae it forms. It allows me to turn my head around and stare at my grotesquely morphing body. I start frantically looking around me for anyone who might have enough empathy to help me in my dire situation, to stop this madness. My sight falls on one young man who seems to be scared of me changing. “Hreeeelph mhre-eeeeaah…!” I bellow in inhuman voice terrifying both the young man and myself. He looks into my eyes, but shakes his head and runs away right after. I realise that was my last chance to call for help, because from now the only sounds I’d produce would be the buck’s calls.

I groan pitifully like an animal that I’m forced to become. I feel like I’ve lost, I feel helpless and exactly like a prey surrounded by the hunters who caused all this. I just wait for the changes to stop already, since they definitely don’t seem to be reversing sadly. My black nose throbs and I feel it widening some more, my nostrils part further from each other on my sensitive and moist nose. My gums stop throbbing so much and I start feeling my changed teeth with my lengthening tongue. Everything about my body feels so bizarre right now, I feel that my teeth changed forms and moved further from my mouth as they changed there purpose to grinding flora. The worst hit me unexpectedly. I suddenly feel a headache rise from nothing to a splitting pain in my entire skull. I bleat in low voice from the pain as I feel my upper head slowly compress itself and slope down.

My face arrangement reconfigures and my ears are painfully dragged to the sides of my head as a tension starts to rise in my jaws. I open and close my mouth as its slowly and painfully starting to push forwards. A protrusion starts to form on what used to be my face. My mouth is painfully stretched wider. My lips thin down and blacken. My mouth and nose are pushed closer together on a forming snout. Bones creak continuously and I thrash around as my muzzle slowly finishes forming. My entire head gets covered by short rusty brown fur and I finally feel like I could breathe again after the tormenting growth.

I suddenly get blinded by a camera flash. I blink repeatedly and spot one of the hunters with a smartphone pointed at me. I try to at least turn around to hide my shame, but I almost trip over my boxers that are sliding down my hindlegs. I realise that I’m almost completely naked and watched warily by the entire group of men. I’d blush if I’d still be able to, but I’m at least comforted by the fact that my body is practically entirely covered in decently shaggy fur so there’s no chance they- - I think to myself before I suddenly feel my hips painfully narrowing, my pelvis violently snapping into its new arrangement which forces my bare butthole to stick out as my buttocks deflate and become lean muscles. I bleat in shame as my butthole puckers and reshapes into its cervine counterpart. Its exposed for many hunters to see if only they’d want to, but I suddenly feel a tug at my tailbone. I realise it must be my tail slowly forming, it will at least cover my shame once it finishes forming… The familiar huntsman comes over to me and doesn’t even have to lower himself to my level, since my body has grown to impressive, big deer proportions. “Must I remind you? We’re not here to cherish your transformation – We’re hunters and you’re becoming our pray. Worry about escaping us once you’ll be done changing, not about getting naked and losing your clothing which would only restrict your movements in your new form!” The man berates me as he realises that I might have thought they had other plans for me as well.

I don’t know how to react not to worsen the situation so I just nod submissively. The man pats my strong back and I feel more changes work on my body. I step from limb to limb and I realise it feels more natural. I look down at what used to be my hands and feet and as I guessed – They are complete cloven hooves already. My limbs thin down, but grow additional muscles to support my new weight. My arms crack and lengthen a bit as the bones in them rearrange. My legs bend and reform into complete hind legs of a deer. Similarly my arms finish reforming into fore legs albeit their upper counterparts are shaped differently than the hind legs. My torso finishes changing into its new composition and I feel my tailbone ache as it starts pushing out above my butt and starting to form a short tail. I shudder as the new appendage forms and I wiggle it involuntarily. Slowly the changes stop and my tail fully forms and it’s the last body part to get covered in my new fur.

I look around and realise how big I’ve gotten. I naively wait for the huntsman to tell me what to do. How does he imagine hunting me now when I’m vulnerable and encircled by the hunters. I timidly continue to scan the hunter’s expressions, but they seem very smug about something that I don’t realise myself. I suddenly feel a warmth rise in my groin and my eyes widen as I feel something happening to my manhood. I completely forgot about it. I lower my body so the hunters won’t see a thing as I feel my somewhat human cock start to get erect underneath my muscular stomach. It bobs and hits my furry body until it slowly starts to throb unnaturally. I bleat and my limbs weaken from the pleasure as I feel my erect cock start to elongate. I feel it brushing against the grass underneath me and my fur and it only encourages it to remain erect. I feel the tip become thinner, but its recompensated by the impressive length the entire shaft is gaining. I feel fluffy flaps of skin form at the base of my red hot cock. I dare not to lift my body and glance at my changing equipment, but I feel every single change clearly nonetheless. My long pinkish shaft bobs underneath me and is continuously stimulated by the textures it touches.

Suddenly I feel like I’m nearing the edge as my balls start shifting. They feel hot as they remold into slightly different shapes. My ballsack gets covered with white fur. I feel like its too much especially as something starts to force me to have an orgasm. I start thrusting my hips as my balls clench and my lengthy and painfully erect shaft starts spurting out all of my human seed that I’ll never again produce. I don’t care about the hunters around as I hump the grass and roar in cervine manner as my forced orgasm continues. I slowly calm down and feel that my genitals finish changing. I realise what I’m doing and I look around in shame. To my surprise the hunters are unmoved, they just watch me as if they only cared about my entire form. They did say they’d observe the changes to know if I’m becoming a healthy buck. I feel my entire, long cock slowly slide inside my newly formed sheath. I realise its hidden and so I stand up eying the hunters again.

Now I’m sure that I’m finished changing. I look back at my body and I reassure myself that I look like an animal. I really just want this to be over with. I’ll do my best to get out of this “hunt” alive, but why are they all staring at my… Oh no… “Without them you wouldn’t really be worth hunting.” The huntsman says and pats my deer scalp. I try to lift my fore legs and touch my scalp as two jutting pains rise in it. I bleat in panic as something slowly and agonisingly erupts from my skull – My growing antlers. I lower my head and sway it to the sides to hopefully speed up the process. It feels worse than my muzzle pushing out, I feel like I’m growing spikes from the top of my head. Slowly my growing antlers form more defined shapes as they grow bigger, they split and form many spiky protrusions as they extend to impressive lengths. I pant heavily and close my eyes as my antlers grow to three-quarters of their final lengths. More protrusions form on them as they slowly reach their final total size. I feel their weight on my head, but it’s not as bad as I expected it to be. After their painful growth, I wish I would be at least able to glance at them, but it’s impossible of course.

I feel that my transformation is finally finished. The huntsman comes over to me with a turned off phone, my phone! I stare at the black screen and at my distorted reflection in it, the man turns on the camera and I can see myself better… Although its not the body I was used to for my entire life. On the phone’s screen I look like a very self-conscious deer, very docile. It’s because I’m a human! – I think to myself angrily as I stare at my animal reflection. It’s depressing, but worse is yet to come, they will hunt me now like a simple prey. I hang my head low in sorrow and submissively wait for the hunters orders.

“Good, the serum that we poured into the drinks works perfectly – You even retained your mental humanity as planned. That is what makes the hunt more thrilling. We don’t have enough wildlife to hunt around here and even if, it’s gotten boring. Think about it, if a wild animal fights hard for its life, how desperate to live must a human turned into animal be… You will fight for your life, because you have a naive hope that you will get turned back someday. And maybe you’re right, if the scientists will ever make a reverse serum and if you will survive tonight’s trial then you might be able to. Or maybe not… Either way, get ready. We will give you a head start, one minute for you to run wherever and then we will begin the hunt! One, two, three… Four…” The huntsman continues and my heart starts beating faster at all the information he just shared with me. I shake my head to gather up the thoughts and look around quickly. I don’t know where to run! “This will be an easy hunt… Sixteen… Seventeen…” The man chuckled. I bleat in panic and break into a run. I dash with newfound grace into the forest ahead of me and pray I’ll be able to survive this night…