Who wants to read a draggymouse's stories?!

Story by tdraggy

Hi there. Long time lurker here. I've written a handful of stories I think at least a handful of you will enjoy. All of them were commissions, and while I wouldn't brag about my writing prowess, I am very proud of them. Here is a list of each one with some tags

Mara's Problem- furry, herm, excessive size/cum, growth, macro/giantess, (brief) transformation and weirdness

Ashley Loves Miranda- transgender (male to overly-feminine shemale), size, solo, crossdressing, brief furry transformation (at the end), romance, story-driven

Confrontation, Transformation, Adaptation- lots of weird transformations, including hyper-bimbo-ization, naga, multiple heads, shemale, futa tg, multi-genitals/breasts, pony tf, googirl, oviposition, and more!

I will be posting each story in chunks over the next few weeks, and will ideally have CTA finished by then :D

I hope you all enjoy!

OK! Without further ado, please enjoy the first part of Ashley Loves Miranda!

Thursday.

Black. Black coffee. That's what I wanted, that's what I needed. Pulled an all-nighter finishing that damned report, and now that I had dragged my sorry carcass through the first half of my day, I. Needed. Coffee. I didn't care where it came from, what it cost, as long as it was hot, black, and stuffed with caffeine. It's how I always took my coffee, actually. Black, black, black. Roger understood. He was the clerk that was always working at Cup O' Joe's when I came in at lunch, and all he'd say was, "black hole?"

"Black hole," I'd confirm. He'd pour it, ring me up, I'd pay, and devote myself to my one true love. Heh.

Today, however, something unusual happened. As much as I was looking forward to my coffee, needed it to wake me up, I ran into something that perked me right up. Two somethings. Two big, warm, soft, heavy somethings. I peered up into an enormous green eye, its twin obscured by a wave of sunny blonde hair. Now, I've seen anthros walking around, and in general, I give them a wide berth. They make me a little uncomfortable. But here I was sandwiched between a ginormous pair of caramel-furred bunny breasts! There was a very long, very awkward pause, before she said, "Well... hello."

Her voice was like... maple syrup; warm, thick, and sweet. It melted the butter of my heart. But I snapped back to reality and finally excavated myself from her cavernous cleavage and mumbled a rapid apology. She giggled, seeming strangely unoffended.

What stood before me was a huge, outrageously curvy, stunningly beautiful, outrageously curvy, rabbit anthro. She must have been seven feet tall, at least! She had a large waterfall of shining blonde hair, hanging down to her waist. Her face was beautiful, with huge gleaming emerald green eyes, a dainty pink button nose, sumptuous lips, and what appeared to be the softest velvety fur. Her ears stuck up, and were bound together about halfway along their length, then flopped down, giving the appearance of a ponytail. Her actual hair was unbound, left to hang long and loose and ripple in gentle waves. Some of it hung in front of her face, hiding one eye.

As I let my gaze drift along this goddess before me, I found my eyes glued to the breasts I had moments ago found myself trapped in. Straining against her lacy purple top was the largest pair I'd ever seen! Possibly the biggest in the whole world! They were easily bigger than her head, by a factor of two, the size of volleyballs, watermelons... I don't know! They were simply huge in every sense of the word! Whether she was bra-less, or they were just that big, her nipples were also sticking out, fleshy nubs beneath the fabric that looked as big as shot-glasses.

I struggled to yank my gaze away from her lady-parts, but I thought I saw a little grin on her face, and in all logic she couldn't be that offended when people looked at her tits. It was hard to look at her in any respect and not be looking at her breasts. I looked down towards the rest of her body. Her waist, while in no way wider than the rest of her, was nonetheless plush with flesh and softness. She had something of a potbelly, but only in a gentle, sexy slope, none of the rolls or folds of flab of the obese, this was more like... a fertility goddess. Her hips bubbled out still further, an insanely exagerrated curve that flowed into a pair of thick, powerful thighs, dressed in a pleated blue skirt that draped nearly to her knees. Her very long legs descended gracefully into a pair of large, but dainty paws that were left bare.

Everything about this woman screamed, "goddess!" and I fought the urge to kneel down and beg to worship her. My rational mind was suddenly telling me to get out of her way and leave her alone before her boyfriend, who judging by her frame w

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