Chapter 2: The Gladiator's Submission
The air hung thick with the smell of crushed ferns, wet earth, and the sharp, animal musk of Bambi’s rage and desperate new arousal. Jed just grinned, spat a long stream of brown tobacco juice into the dirt, and took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the big-tittied trembling giantess.
He watched the struggle play out across her face—the clenching jaw, the flaring nostrils, the way her eyes darted from his face to his waist and back again. Her massive chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, each movement making those unbelievable tits sway heavily. The proud antlers seemed to droop as another shudder wracked her towering frame.
“You just simmer down now,” Jed said, his voice a low, easy rumble. He let the shotgun slide from his shoulder, leaning it carefully against a nearby pine. Its metal gleamed, cool and quiet now, its work done. “Ain’t no use fightin’ it. I can smell what you want.”
“I want to peel your skin from your bones,” Bambi snarled, but the words were thick, slurred by the pooling saliva in her mouth. Her own scent, a pungent mix of sweat and precum, flooded the space between them. Her right hand trembled violently at her side, the fingers curling and uncurling.
Her left hand still cupped her breast, the thumb brushing roughly over the stiff, copper nipple.
Amy crept from behind Jed, her slender body moving with a silent grace. She looked up at her former mate, her large doe eyes wide and unblinking. There was no jealousy there, only a placid curiosity. She reached out and traced a line down Jed’s back, her touch proprietary.
“She hurts, Master,” Amy whispered, her voice like wind through dry grass. “The need hurts her. You can fix it.”
Bambi let out a choked sound that was half-growl, half-sob. Her will was a sandcastle against a tidal wave of instinct. Every cell in her new body was screaming for the source of the change, for the man whose weapon had remade her. Her cock ached, a thick, painful throb that demanded attention. A clear bead of fluid welled at its tip and dripped onto the moss.
“That’s it,” Jed said, taking another step. He was close enough now to feel the heat coming off her skin. He looked up at her, utterly unfazed by her size or her fury. His work-roughened hands came up and settled on her narrow waist. The muscle beneath was iron-hard, but it quivered at his touch.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” she breathed, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t.
“I reckon I’ll touch what’s mine,” he said, and his grip tightened. He turned her, using a surprising strength that was more about her compliance than his force. Her body pivoted, the resistance melting into a staggering lurch. He marched her the few steps to a wide, flat boulder that jutted over the creek bank, its surface worn smooth by time and slick with cool moss.
He pushed down on her shoulders. “Bend over.”
For one last, fleeting second, her muscles locked. Pride flared. Then it broke. A defeated groan rattled from her chest as she folded forward, her massive palms slapping against the damp stone for balance. The position arched her back spectacularly, presenting the full, muscular curve of her ass. Her huge breasts hung beneath her, swaying. Her monstrous cock jutted out between her thighs, its length rigid and impossibly eager.
Jed fumbled with his belt buckle, the brass clinking in the quiet. He shoved his jeans and worn boxers down past his hips. His own erection sprang free, thick and ruddy in the moonlight. It looked almost modest compared to the weapon she possessed, but it was hard and ready.
He spat into his own hand, working the saliva over his shaft. He didn’t need more; the sight of her dripping cunt, glistening pink and open between the cheeks of her ass, told him she was more than ready. He gripped his cock and positioned the head at her entrance.
“This here’s for trying to gore me,” he grunted, and shoved forward in one brutal, unceremonious thrust.
The sound she made was nothing human. It was a raw, ripped-open yell that echoed off the trees. Her inner muscles clenched around him, a vice of hot, silken flesh. She was impossibly tight, her channel gripping him like a fist. He buried himself to the hilt, his beer gut pressing flush against the firm, rounded flesh of her ass.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, the sheer, clutching heat of her stealing his breath. He gave her no time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed home again, setting a ruthless, pounding rhythm right from the start.
The slap of his flesh against hers, the wet, rhythmic sounds of penetration, filled the clearing. Each drive of his hips rocked her whole body forward, making her tits swing and her antlers scrape against the rock. Her defiance was gone, burned away by a deeper, biological imperative.
“Fuck! Fuck!” she gasped, the curse torn from her. One of her hands scrambled for purchase on the slippery stone. The other, as if moved by a separate mind, snaked down between her legs. Her fingers wrapped around the base of her own enormous, neglected cock. A strangled cry escaped her as she touched it.
She began to jerk herself off in frantic, uneven strokes, her fist a blur on the veined shaft. Precum spilled freely, slicking her hand and dripping onto the moss below. The dual sensations—the brutal filling from behind, the frenzied friction on her own dick—unmade her. Her head dropped, her auburn hair shielding her face.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jed panted, his rhythm growing sloppier, more desperate. Sweat soaked through his flannel shirt. “Work that big fucking dick. Ain’t you a pretty picture?”
Amy knelt nearby, just out of the way. Her slender fingers were busy between her own thighs, stroking her swollen clit with a focused intensity. Her breath came in soft, eager whimpers as she watched Jed claim the powerful creature. Her other hand fondled one of her heavy breasts, pinching the nipple.
“Master is so strong,” Amy moaned, her eyes glazed with devotion. “He fills her up. He tames her.”
Bambi couldn’t form words anymore. Guttural, animal sounds were punched out of her with every thrust. Her hips began to move, meeting his drives with a savage roll of her own. The submission was total, humiliating, and electrifying. Her cock pulsed in her hand, the swollen head leaking copiously.
Jed felt the tension coiling in his own gut. The sight of this mighty warrior reduced to a fucked-out, cock-jerking mess beneath him sent him over the edge. “Gonna breed you, you giant bitch,” he grunted, his pace becoming frantic, erratic.
His final thrusts were deep, punishing jabs. He held himself buried inside her, his body stiffening. A hot, muffled roar burst from him as he came, pumping his release deep into her clutching channel. The feel of it triggered her own undoing.
Bambi’s whole body seized. A shattered scream tore from her throat as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her massive cock erupted in her fist, jet after jet of cum arcing out to splatter against the boulder and the ferns beyond. Her internal muscles milked him desperately, greedily, through every last pulse.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the creek’s endless murmur. Jed leaned on her back, spent, feeling the aftershocks tremble through her muscles. He softened inside her and slowly pulled out.
He stepped back, wiping his brow with his arm. He looked at Bambi, still collapsed over the rock, her body slick with sweat and her own spend. He looked at Amy, who was watching him with pure adoration. Daisy, lying nearby, thumped her tail once in the dirt.
“Well,” Jed said, hitching his pants back up. He walked over to his shotgun, picking it up. It was warm again, humming softly, contentedly. He glanced back at the two women. “Reckon y’all are hungry. Let’s get on up to the trailer.”
Bambi slowly pushed herself up. Her face was a mask of complicated ruin—shame, exhaustion, and a reluctant, deep-seated satiation. She didn’t look at him. She looked at the ground, her shoulders slumped, the fight utterly drained from her.
Amy rose and immediately went to Jed’s side, nuzzling against him. “Yes, Master.”
Jed started back up the path, not checking to see if they followed. The shotgun’s hum was a promise in his hands. The woods felt different now, full of potential. He knew, with a certainty as deep as his bones, that this was just the beginning.
The woods accepted them back into its darkness, the path familiar under Jed’s boots but now walked by four. Daisy trotted ahead, her nose to the ground, occasionally glancing back at the two strange creatures following her master. Amy stayed close to Jed’s side, her arm looped through his, her soft weight a pleasant anchor. Behind them, Bambi moved with a heavy, grudging silence, her footfalls loud on the packed earth.
She kept her gaze fixed on the ground, on the roots and stones, anywhere but on the man’s back. Her body felt fundamentally rewritten, her insides still pulsing with the invasive heat of his seed. The humiliation was a bitter taste she couldn’t swallow, yet a pervasive, liquid warmth in her belly soothed the sharper edges of her rage. Her own slick and his cum cooled on her inner thighs with every step.Jed chewed his tobacco, spat, and chuckled to himself. “Got yourselves some proper legs now. Use ‘em.”
“Go to hell,” Bambi muttered, the words lacking their earlier fire.They sounded hollow, a ritual protest.Amy squeezed Jed’s arm. “She’s just adjusting, Master. The feeling… it’s a lot.” She peered back at Bambi, a faint, curious smile on her lips.“It gets better.The wanting. Once you stop fighting it, it just feels… right.”
“Shut your mouth,” Bambi snapped, but her eyes flicked upward, drawn against her will to the solid, swaying form of the man leading them. Her nostrils flared, taking in his scent—sweat, cheap detergent, tobacco, man. A fresh throb of need pulsed from her spent pussy to the tip of her still-sensitive, half-hard cock.She clenched her jaw.
The trailer came into view, a hulk of silver and rust slumped in a clearing of beaten-down weeds. A single yellow bulb glowed above the door, attracting a halo of frantic insects. It was a sorry sight, but to Jed, it was home.To Amy, it was his, and therefore perfect. To Bambi, it was the final, crushing confirmation of her descent.
“Home sweet home,” Jed announced, stomping up the cinderblock steps.He shoved the door open, its hinges screaming. The interior was a single dark room, smelling of stale beer, old fries, and dog. Daisy pushed past his legs and went straight to a mangy bed in the corner.
Amy followed him in, her large eyes taking in the clutter with an air of serene acceptance. Bambi stopped at the threshold, her tall frame filling the doorway.The ceilings were too low for her antlers. She had to duck, an act that felt like another surrender.
“Well, come on in or stay out,” Jed said, pulling a beer from a rusting fridge. He popped the tab and took a long swallow, watching her over the can.“Door don’t stay open all night. Lets the bugs in.”
Bambi stood frozen, torn between the unbearable intimacy of entering his den and the terrifying loneliness of the woods she no longer understood. The hum was gone from the woods, but it was still in her bones, a vibration tuned to his presence. With a low sound of defeat, she bent her head and stepped inside.
The room was instantly smaller, dominated by her height and the magnificent, threatening spread of her antlers.They scraped against the popcorn ceiling, sending a whisper of white dust onto her shoulders. She stood awkwardly, her massive arms hanging at her sides, her gaze locked on the stained carpet.
Jed finished his beer, crushed the can, and tossed it into a corner with a pile of its twins. He looked from Amy, now kneeling by his ragged recliner as if awaiting instruction, to Bambi, the trapped titan in his living room. A slow, possessive smile spread across his face. The shotgun leaned against the wall by the door, its metal faintly gleaming in the low light.
“Y’all hungry?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question about food.Amy nodded eagerly.“I will get you more beer, Master.”
Bambi said nothing. The conflicting signals in her body were crescendoing again. The pain of submission was fading, replaced by a sharper, more urgent ache.Her pussy clenched around emptiness, craving to be filled again. Her cock, thick and heavy, began to stiffen fully, betraying her. She tried to summon the image of goring him, of feeling his ribs crack under her tines, but the mental picture blurred, replaced by the visceral memory of his weight, his grunts, the shocking pleasure of being violently claimed.Jed saw it. He saw the fight drain from her shoulders, saw the way her breathing hitched.He walked over to her, the floorboards creaking under his boots. He had to look up to meet her eyes, but he held all the power in the room.
“Still got a fire in you, big girl?” he asked, his voice a low tease. He reached out and ran a calloused hand over the swell of her hip, the fawn-brown pelt soft under his fingers.She flinched, but didn’t pull away. A tremor ran through her. “Touch me and I’ll break your hand.”
“You had your chance.” His hand slid around to the front, his fingers trailing through the coarse auburn curls at the junction of her thighs. He found the base of her cock, thick as his wrist, and gave it a rough, proprietary squeeze.Bambi gasped. Her head jerked back, hitting the ceiling with a thud. A strangled moan escaped her lips as her hips pushed forward involuntarily, seeking more pressure. Her hands came up, not to push him away, but to hover uselessly in the air, claws trembling.“See?” Jed breathed, stroking her length, feeling it leap in his hand. “That proud buck’s all gone. What’s left is just this.” He tightened his grip, pumping slowly.Precum beaded instantly at her tip, dripping onto his knuckles. “Just a big, beautiful piece of fuck-meat, all tuned up for my use.”
“Stop,” she whimpered, but her body was undulating, thrusting into his fist. Her eyes were clenched shut, her face a mask of agonized pleasure.
“Ain’t gonna stop.” He released her cock, leaving it bobbing, glistening.He turned to Amy. “Get over here, sweetheart. Show your friend how we do.”
Amy rose smoothly and came to them. Without a word, she sank to her knees before Jed, her delicate fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper. She nuzzled his soft belly before taking his hardening length into her mouth, swallowing him down with a practiced, eager hunger.
The sight—the once-doe servicing the man with blissful devotion—shattered something final in Bambi. A whine, high and desperate, built in her throat.The need was no longer an external command; it was her core truth. She was made for this.For him.
Jed groaned, tangling a hand in Amy’s hair, guiding her rhythm.His eyes never left Bambi’s face.“You wanna serve? Then serve.Get on your knees and suck what’s yours.”
It wasn’t a question. It was the last brick in the wall of her old self collapsing. With a shudder that went to the roots of her antlers, Bambi’s immense frame folded. Her knees hit the floor with a heavy thud, shaking the trailer. She was level with Amy, level with Jed’s cock sliding in and out of the other woman’s mouth.
The scent of him, salt and skin, was overwhelming.Her own drool mingled with Amy’s on his shaft. A violent, unstoppable hunger seized her. She shoved Amy aside with a rough shoulder, not out of malice, but out of a consuming need.
Amy fell back with a soft yelp, wiping her mouth, watching with dark, knowing eyes.
Bambi’s large, powerful hands gripped Jed’s thighs, her head bowed.For a second, she hesitated, her face inches from his rigid cock. Then, with a surrender that was absolute, she opened her mouth and took him in, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.Jed let out a sharp, approving curse. Her mouth was hot, wet, and surprisingly skilled, a deep, suctioning pressure that made his toes curl. Her tongue worked along his underside, and her throat fluttered around his head. She was ravenous, consuming him, her own massive cock leaking a steady stream onto his floor.
He fucked her face then, holding her head by the bases of her antlers. He used them like handles, pulling her forward onto him with each thrust. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. She sucked and slurped, the obscene, wet sounds filling the trailer, a symphony of her conquest.“That’s it,” he rasped, his hips pumping. “Take it all, you antlered bitch. Swallow it.”
Her world narrowed to the taste of him, the feel of him battering the back of her throat, the blinding need to please this source of all her agony and pleasure. Her hands moved from his thighs to her own cock, jerking it in furious, matching rhythm. She was a creature of pure appetite now, every inch of her engineered for this depraved worship.
And as Jed’s thrusts grew more frantic, as he neared his climax, using her mouth with brutal disregard, the energy that had transformed her—the alien residue humming in the shotgun, in his seed inside her, in the very air he exhaled—found a focal point.Bambi’s antlers glowed.
A soft, ethereal blue light, the exact hue of the transformative blast, ignited at the tips of her tines. It shimmered down the bony ridges, racing toward her skull like liquid electricity. The trailer was bathed in a cool, aquatic radiance, painting their heaving bodies in shifting shades of cerulean and shadow.
Jed froze, his cock buried in her throat, mesmerized by the unearthly light crowning her submission.Amy gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Bambi’s eyes flew open, wide and reflecting the ghostly glow, a silent scream of astonishment and ecstasy trapped around the man in her mouth.
The light pulsed in time with her frantic heartbeat, in time with the throbbing of her own enormous cock in her fist, a brilliant, shameful beacon of her total, fucked-out surrender.
The light pulsed in time with her frantic heartbeat, in time with the throbbing of her own enormous cock in her fist, a brilliant, shameful beacon of her total, fucked-out surrender.
It wasn’t just light. It was a conduit.
The energy blazing down her antlers didn’t stop at her skull. It funneled into her, a torrent of alien current seeking the place of deepest capitulation. It slammed into her chest. Jed watched, his grip slackening on her antlers, his own pleasure forgotten for a staggering second.
Bambi’s back arched violently, forcing his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. A sound ripped from her—not pleasure, not pain, but raw, transformative overload. Her hands flew from her own dick to her breasts, as if to hold them down.
It was useless.
The flesh beneath her palms swelled, alive and eager. The soft, heavy orbs of her tits expanded, the skin stretching taut, glowing a translucent blue from within. They dropped lower, gaining weight and mass, their downward pull inexorable. Her copper-colored areolae widened, spreading like spilled ink, darkening to a deep, bruised puce. At their centers, her nipples elongated, thickening, rising into pronounced, fleshy pillars.
They didn’t stop.
They grew until each nipple was a fat, fist-sized protrusion of sensitive flesh, pebbled and rigid. The weight of her breasts became astronomical. As the glow in her antlers finally faded, sputtering out, the monstrous new growth was complete.
Bambi slumped forward, her massive frame quaking. Her new nipples, thick and long as young carrots, dragged through the grime and dried beer on the carpet with a soft, sticky sound as she caught herself on her hands. They left twin trails in the filth. She panted, staring at the floor, her mind blank with the sheer physical reality of the change.
Jed whistled low, a sound of pure awe. “Well, goddamn.” He looked down at his own cock, still wet from her mouth, then back at the colossal, heaving shelf of her chest. The animal simplicity of his mind saw no horror, only bounty. “That’s a feature.”
Amy crawled closer, her eyes wide. She reached out a tentative finger and touched the impossibly large nipple dragging near her knee. It was hot, throbbing. Bambi flinched but didn’t pull away. “They’re so heavy,” Amy whispered, a note of envy in her voice.
“They’re fucking obscene,” Bambi gasped, but the fight was gone from the words. They were just facts now. Her body was a factory of obscenity, and it was just getting started. The humiliation was a vast, silent lake inside her, and she was sinking.
Jed’s curiosity, a blunt instrument, reasserted itself. The wonder over the glowing antlers and expanding tits melted back into the simpler, more urgent wonder of his own stiff dick. He shoved Amy’s hand aside.
“Looks like you got more to offer,” he grunted. He grabbed a handful of Bambi’s hair, yanking her head back up. Her eyes were glazed, distant. “We ain’t done. You got a mouth. Use it.”
She did. The order bypassed her shattered pride completely. Her mouth opened, and he fed himself back into that wet heat. She suckled him, her movements now sluggish, weighed down by the new mass on her chest. Each bob of her head made her gigantic tits sway ponderously, the fat nipples rasping over the carpet’s crusted surface.
Jed fucked her face with renewed vigor, energized by the display. He looked over at Amy. “Get over here. Play with ‘em.”
Amy obeyed instantly. She knelt beside Bambi’s bowed head and began to knead the overwhelming flesh of her breasts. Her small hands could barely cover a fraction of the swell. She leaned down and took one of the fist-sized nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking with fervent dedication.
The sensation was a lightning bolt. Bambi moaned around Jed’s cock, the vibration pulling a groan from him. Her own neglected dick, still dripping, twitched against her stomach. The dual stimulation—the cock in her throat, the mouth on her tit—was unraveling the last tattered shreds of her coherence. She was a vessel, being filled and used, and her biology screamed its approval.
Jed’s rhythm grew ragged, his hips stuttering. “Gonna come, you big-titted freak,” he snarled, his fingers tight in her hair. “Swallow it.”
He shoved in deep and held, his body rigid. Hot, salty pulses flooded her throat. She gagged but swallowed convulsively, driven by a deep-seated compulsion to consume every part of him. As he finished, Amy bit down gently on the enormous nipple in her mouth.
That did it.
Bambi’s body seized, a second, devastating orgasm tearing through her with no direct touch to her cock or cunt. It was a sympathetic detonation, born from total subjugation. Her own shaft erupted, painting the floor and her own stomach with thick ropes of cum that splattered against the underside of her massive breasts.
Silence, broken only by ragged breathing, settled in the trailer. Jed stepped back, tucking himself away. He looked down at the two women: Amy, nuzzling the now-glistening tit, and Bambi, collapsed, a ruin of sweat, spend, and unimaginable curves.
He scratched his belly, philosophical. “Reckon that bond ain’t fully set yet,” he mused aloud, remembering the way the light had flared and then faded. “But we’re gettin’ there.” He nudged Bambi’s hip with his boot. “You’re on the floor. Get used to it.”
He walked to his recliner, the sole throne in the kingdom, and sank into it with a satisfied sigh. He reached for another beer. The shotgun by the door hummed, a low, contented purr. The woods outside were quiet. Inside, the air was thick with sex and surrender and the slow, heavy drag of fist-sized nipples on dirty carpet as Bambi, with a sound that was neither a sigh nor a sob, finally let her head rest down.