Jace's Red Button

(Contains deer species TF, hyper and muscle growth)

There was a lot to be said about maintaining a constant vigilance. No matter if one is playing Pokémon GO, shopping for last minute Christmas presents, or just handling some loose bills in the back pocket.

So far Jace had failed at all three of those. First, the young ferret got herself kicked out of Victoria's Secret trying to catch a Charmander. In hindsight, the lure was probably set up in the fitting room on purpose. Then there was that fiasco at losing a fight with three eight-year-olds over the last belts of sleigh bells she wanted to grab for a friend. But least importantly of all, was walking past a mall Santa's lockbox and dropping a fifty in. Maybe some out of work-family could have a better day than her.

Good thing Jace did not make it to her car before that last part registered. But they were already packing away for the day when she had bolted back inside.

"Sorry about that, little girl," said the Santa after waiting for Jace to catch a breath. "I really am, but I don't even have the key for it. Security reasons."

"But I need that!" Jace felt terrible having to ask back from a charity, but that bill was kind of meant for gas.

And the next two days worth of meals.

And she did not enjoy being treated like a kid at the age of twenty-three.

"Aw, don't worry. Good things always bounce back to those with a kind heart," The Santa reached into his pocket, apparently offering the first thing his hand could feel. "For example, you can have a...cookie?"

Jace just stared awkwardly at the tiny animal cracker in the red-gloved hand. Her masked face soon contorted into an angry huff that only seemed to ooze new degrees of cuteness over anger.

"I don't need your pity or your cookies. I'm going home!"

"Normally, you don't take the cookie when you say that!" Santa said.

But Jace had already stormed off, chomping angrily on the head of her treat. All manner of options buzzed through her mind trying to figure out what to do next. Maybe mall services could help if she only asked for half of it back. She swallowed the cookie realizing that would just make her sound crazy. This day was pretty much a wash to the point she was starting to see red.

Wait, that visual effect was not coming from some indescribable horror that is ferret anger. Jace whipped her head back and forth trying to figure out why, or what was shining red light into her peripheral vision. What really made it annoying was how it seemed to follow her even after turning completely around. Growling softly, she forced her eyes to cross expecting to see some kid with a pen-light right up against her boobs.

Instead, her nose was glowing.

The ordinarily black nose had completely changed hue to a crimson red. Whatever its skin was made of apparently gave off a constant glowing aura. With each deep breath taken, it would brighten up and then slowly dim as the air in her lungs was expelled. Maybe it was the perspective of being cross-eyed, but she swore it looked a little bigger too.

That was a slight improvement over previous expectations. Although, it did raise about a dozen questions. Top picks included; why her nose was not on fire, and if it was charging up to fire a laser.

"Mommy, I want a nose blinker like hers!"

Amazing that the small, innocent, voice of a child could bring to Jace's attention that a lot of nearby shoppers were slowing in their tracks to give her questioning stares. So much for keeping vigilance. She settled on simply pulling up her hood and breaking into a mad run. Soon as a restroom came into view, she was inside that small haven trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

Some mirrors on the opposite wall did not help matters. Mostly because they reflected the light of Jace's nose, making it difficult for a closer look. In a yelp of frustration, Jace clamped down on her muzzle with both hands trying to block it out.

A peculiar pressure swelled up in her head, not unlike a spontaneous headache. Before that could be fully comprehended Jace's ears swiveled from a loud tearing sound occurring right next to them. Looking back at the mirror, her jaw and hands dropped at seeing a pair of impressive antlers sprouted from her forehead.

Jace whipped her gaze straight up, which did nothing but scrap the doorway with her new bone extensions. So she settled on ogling them in her reflection. Hands trembled slightly as Jace felt their points, confirming their roots as a part of her skull.

"What was in that cookie?" she thought aloud. Attention returned to her nose when it lit up again. It had undoubtedly swelled bigger than her usual ferret button, illuminating over the dank bathroom lights.

No one, including Jace, will probably ever understand what compelled her to squeeze it again.

"Ah, haah!"

The rush of pleasure was beyond words. A strange blanket of warmth wrapped around her already heavy clothes before they began rapidly losing any slack. The hem of her hoodie untucked from her pants with a snap, exposing bare white fur across her belly button. Meanwhile, the sleeves crept up halfway towards her elbows. Little pops could be heard from the laces of her shoes snapping trying to contain growing feet. The toes were bulging out into two significant points, but Jace hardly felt anything where her little digits were supposed to be.

"So this is what tall people feel like."

Jace leaned against the sinks panting heavily. Usually a bit of a shrimp, now she had to suddenly deal with one, maybe even two, extra feet in height. Getting some balance back was proving hard with the weird configuration of her feet. Not to mention her tail seemed to be providing less of a counterweight than it usually would.

Somehow, the growing intensity of her nose light was not that upsetting to her eyes anymore. That was when she looked in the mirror to see her face had changed as well. The snout holding up said glowing nose looked thicker. Once round ears had developed a bit of a point, curving down into broader widths.

Jace only needed one more look at her bigger frame before making a devious decision. This time she clamped down hard on her nose, refusing to let go even as the rush of warmth threatened to overwhelm her swelling legs.

The chest of her hoodie immediately began to inflate outwards, pushing elbows further away. Large, round indentions of her breasts swelled up into thick cloth balloons eager to swallow the zipper stubbornly trying to contain them. With one sharp snap, the metal binding gave way. The Thundercats t-shirt she wore underneath never had a chance. Massive amounts of mammary broke its way through flimsy cheap cotton, bulging around every hole that formed. It was not long before Jace could even rest her arms on the pillow shelf she was growing. She was so grateful to not be wearing a bra on this outing. Although, it was hard to notice the usual cream fur on the exposed breasts was turning to a light shade of brown.

Not wanting to be left behind, Jace's hips popped wider and wider, straining the seams of her winter slacks with every inch. The top of her plump rump spilled out, pushing the hem down even further to expose panties that were starting to resemble a thong. By contrast, the fluffy tail topping such bubbling glutes cramped in on itself, becoming regressively shorter as it's fur took on the brown tinge.

Jace could only giggle and give cute chitters at the sensation of her body expanding in all directions. She did not even care for the sound of her clothes dying in the process. Soon her entire pelt had shifted to a brown hue, save for her rear and underside of her much shorter tail. Both were being bleached a snow white.

Another rush fell over her, finishing off the poor garments. Jace's hoodie ripped down the spine of her broadening back. With one, involuntary, flex the rising muscles in both arms shredded their respective sleeves. The weight of her boobs defied all manner of size as they exploded out of her t-shirt to bounce freely. The changing white butt tore the seat of her pants asunder by doubling its already pillow-sized span.

Thighs thickened to skull-crushing degrees, which apparently helped shed off the confines of her tight pants easier. Brown fur cascaded down their rich curves into Jace's tight sneakers, right before they burst apart from the cloven hooves growing inside them.

Jace only let go of her nose when she felt the magic of her changes die out completely. Slowly cracking one eye open, the first thing to register was how glad she was it stopped when it did. Another inch and her antlers might have punched a hole through the drywall ceiling.

She was an anthro deer now, and a huge one at that. A big, flat-toothed, smile crossed her broad snout as she began posing in the mirror. Jace was easily double her original height, possibly even stretching towards ten feet. But it was her curves she was really getting a kick out off. Almost her entire torso was being blocked out by a pair of cream-colored breasts. Just the slightest of movements set them swaying about in loud, sloshing, motions.

Taking a cautious about-face, she even enjoyed the sound of her hooves clopping on the tiled floors. Her butt was looking pleasantly large enough to fill a sofa. Like two mounds of fresh snow topped with a tiny brown tail for a flag.

Strangely enough, her hair and signature black 'mask' had remained prevalent. At least Jace's friends would still be able to recognize her with a bit of venison on her bones.

"I wonder if that Santa has more cookies..." Jace mused suddenly thinking of said friends. She straightened back up from her privet showing with new inspiration on the perfect Christmas gifts. That did cause her antlers to scrap the ceiling slightly, but she paid it about as much mind as her lack of clothing.

Very little seemed to matter to Jace now, as a matter of fact. She was so overcome with joy at her new body, she just wanted to share it with everyone. With a skip and a clop, she was out the bathroom and back in the mall. The beat of her hoof steps drew attention from far and wide. The bright light of her shiny red nose spilled across the cream fur of her chest, helping keep the focus on its every bounce.

"Daddy! I want one of those!" A child's voice made the reindeers ear twitch in his direction.

Jace grinned and puffed her chest out even prouder at hearing many similar compliments in passing. It only inspired her to put more bounce to her step, and sway to her hips, when the father replied;

"Me too, son...Me too..."