Six months had passed since the fateful Christmas season, and the reindeer's life had taken a drastic turn. The magic that had transformed her from a male office worker into a female reindeer was supposed to wear off on New Year's Day, but fate had other plans.

As she looked back, she realized that her carefree and flirtatious behavior during those weeks in the office had led to a series of events that would change her life forever. The attention and admiration from her coworkers had been intoxicating, and she had reveled in the newfound sense of femininity and power. But it was one particular encounter that had sealed her fate.

The memory of being dragged into a closet by a male coworker still lingered, his rough hands and eager lips igniting a passion within her that she couldn't control. The sound of rustling clothes, the smell of sweat and perfume, and the feeling of being taken without restraint had all combined to create a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

But that pleasure had come at a steep price. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, her body began to undergo another transformation – one that was both wondrous and terrifying. Her breasts, already massive from the initial spell, continued to grow, swelling with milk as her belly expanded with the promise of new life.

The company, it seemed, had been aware of the ancient lore surrounding the Christmas magic. If a transformed individual were to become pregnant during their time under the spell, the enchantment would become permanent, binding them to their new form for all eternity.

And so, she found herself shackled in a small, company-owned barn, her every need catered to by a team of attendants who milked her daily and monitored her health with utmost care. Her mind, once sharp and focused, had grown dull and foggy, as if the constant barrage of hormones and sensations had dulled her cognitive abilities.

As she lay in the straw, her massive breasts leaking milk onto the floor, she couldn't help but regret the choices that had led her to this point. The thrill of being a reindeer, the excitement of exploring her new femininity – all of it seemed so trivial now, compared to the crushing reality of her situation. She was nothing more than a broodmare now.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, she could feel her identity slipping away, consumed by the all-encompassing needs of her pregnant body.