All characters are my own and are written to be over the ages of eighteen-years-old. The characters in my stories are furry, which means they’re anthropomorphized by walking on two legs and talking with human-level intelligence.
I write for fun for the macro-furry and macro-size communities. My stories involve sexually explicit acts with consenting adults with some elements of either sci-fi, fantasy, or a small amount of horror.
I am open to collaborating with other writers in the macro furry community on fun side projects and can be reached via BlueSky.
Proofread by kenjisato:
Every hit from the kickboxer’s hands and feet struck the punching bag, which made the chain jingle, its links anchored into the ceiling.
The sweat dripped off from the Latina woman’s body, as she jabbed at the bag more and more, following up with a kick combo. She wore tight shorts, hugging her tanned skin, along with a forest-camo cross-fit top; except, instead of wearing her usual protective gloves or wraps, she was hitting the bag using her bare knuckles with a force of ten or more people.
Her hits threatened to put a hole in the worn bag, but she didn’t stop; after all, this evening was going to be a big night with the upcoming full supermoon. The Brown woman made sure she would be at her home gym in her lakeside cabin in the woods–here, she did not have to hold back.
The shadows of her fighting form danced along the walls of the gym, passing over the name plates of Juanita Hugo, medium-heavyweight champion of women’s kickboxing and mixed martial arts. Above, one bronze and one gold medal sat in their glass framed cases, reflecting her slim and strong body.
More sweat glistened from Juanita’s brown body, her wavy hair tied in a ponytail flinging off droplets from her jabbing and kicking around the bag, until it began to tear. Juanita only increased her speed, snarling and growling with each hit, letting the inner beast completely take over.
Visions of her hunting prey in wolf form, all the power that came with the transformation her body went through, made Juanita smirk. She felt her muscles pulse and contract, lost in ripping the punching bag to shreds, clawing some of the outside with her sharpening nails.
She did a finishing move, punching the bag with a three-hit combo, which violently contorted the bag left and right. Then she squared up, letting out a low humming giggle, the veins popping a little in her foot, and she launched it into a faster-than-normal side-leg kick, snapping the chain and sending the bag crashing against the wall.
The moon was going to show itself on this glorious night, and she couldn’t wait to relish in the power and strength that came with being a proud werewolf.
Pleased with the mauling on the destroyed punching bag, she let that unstoppable feeling, she carried into her sport fighting in human form, wash over her. The air around her vibrated from the energy. She could feel the pulse of the night and moved the sliders to dim the lights down into darkness.
Juanita’s heightened hearing caught something unusual–it was the clicking of a camera. She gave one sniff and instantly knew she wasn’t alone on this night.
“Care to try again,” Juanita said toward the sound, and then heard panicked shuffles. “You haven’t even gotten my good side yet.”
Her dark brown eyes shifted over into the yellow of her wolfy-self. Juanita could feel it, the full supermoon had come out, getting a better look at it through the glass sliding doors. The super-charged Latina kickboxer began breathing slow and steady to keep from transforming, as she would have to decide what to do about her intruder.
Juanita felt small tears in her camo top, from her chest growing bigger with her shoulder muscles rolling slightly larger, straining to maintain her human form. Juanita felt her erect nipples pushing themselves out with her growing bust resting on solid pecs.
She bounded to the door and flung the slider to the side, cracking the glass a little. There was no one to be seen on the raised backyard deck, which wasn’t far from the tree line. Juanita heard a gasp coming from under the deck leapt from the ten-foot-high deck to the bottom, where the wood was kept.
There, she saw a mousy little red-headed woman with freckles and green eyes set behind her round, wire-frame glasses. She had at least two cameras and one other bag that probably held more lenses. One camera was held by a strap resting against her wooly turtleneck sweater, with her knees trembling slightly in her cardigan pants.
Juanita stepped over to the little woman. Normally, she was five-foot-eleven-inches tall, but she had grown a little to be over six feet, easily towering over the red-headed woman’s five-foot-four-inch height. She caught glances at Juanita’s toned abs dripping with sweat, and noted the pungent aroma from her workout before staring back at the ground.
“Well, well, well, and what do we have here?” Juanita said, snatching the camera ataşehir escort from the little woman, and then going through the pictures with curiosity.
“I-It isn’t w-what it looks like…”
Juanita raised an eyebrow at some of the redhead’s shots; it seemed she couldn’t get enough shots of the kickboxer’s ass. “Mmm, hmm. And what does it look like?”
She grinned as her canines began to lengthen, she couldn’t prolong the transformation any further. Despite that, she tossed the camera back to the redhead and flexed one of her biceps that glistened in the shining moonlight through the upper deck’s floor boards.
Juanita held that pose for a couple minutes, but the mousy woman just stood there, fidgeting, not used to being put on the spot. From the redhead’s perspective, it looked like her idol’s bicep was growing.
“What’s the matter, little one?” Juanita chuckled, her voice getting a little lower with her glowing yellow eyes locked on the redhead. “Afraid, I’ll bite?”
Juanita’s body trembled with energy pouring into her, storing more and more power in her body before exploding in more muscle and strength.
“I, uh, um…” The red-headed woman remained frozen in place at the sounds of Juanita’s muscles popping and bones readjusting her form.
Juanita laughed at her muscles and joints cracking and changing with her height, growing to accommodate her new build. “Seems like you caught me at an… interesting time,” Juanita said.
She let out a groan, as her body expanded at a more noticeable rate, cornering the photographer even more, against the wood pile, with the only way out being through the woman she had looked up to the most. Her cheeks blushed at witnessing Juanita shifting and growing into her werewolf form.
“Y-You are g-growing!” The redhead said, gasping. “I-I always worshiped y-you a-and wanted to c-cover your events e-every chance I g-got.”
Juanita smiled at her stammering, and playfully gave one of her new biceps a flex. Not wasting any time, the redhead took a shot of her, with the flash revealing black and grey hair beginning to quickly grow on parts of her body. The next flash from the camera caught a little bit of Juanita’s breasts ripping apart her camo cross-fit top, her widening hips and pulsating quads shredding her tight shorts.
She let out a low growl, before grabbing the annoying photographer with one arm carrying her out to the moonlight, where she threw the woman down. Juanita’s body felt a renewed sense of vigor, as her transformation accelerated, making her jaw lengthen into a canine snout with razor-sharp teeth; more fur erupted over the rest of her body, with her spine elongating into a larger fluffy tail.
Juanita grimaced. “Yesss, argh! Bear witness to my true self.”
The redhead didn’t move, but stared in bewilderment at her idol’s transformation.
Juanita breathed heavily, while her body grew bigger and more powerful, easily surpassing eight feet of raw Amazonian might. Juanita’s breasts rounded out more and more, with solid support by her pecs, twisting her nipples making her sharpened toenails dig into the earth. The soles of her feet were changing into rough canine paw-pads, and legs taking on a more digitigrade form.
The red-headed woman stared, open mouthed, but wasn’t screaming at Juanita’s invigorating transformation.
“Huh! Mmmm, you smell like you’re getting turned on,” Juanita said, with her black nose sniffing the air, her human ears folding into her skull and wolf ears replacing them near the top.
Normally, this would be her full height at over nine feet tall; however, she felt another blast of energy coming from the rose-tinted supermoon.
“Hurgh! Argh, mmmm, aaahhh!”
Juanita hadn’t felt this sensation in ages, even though her transformation was far from over; her legs thickened, at a faster rate, into powerful and sultry mounds of muscle. As the thick new cords of muscle formed around her thighs, Juanita moved her larger hand, then fully transformed as a paw, and spread her pussy wide open in front of the dwindling photographer.
Her wolf-like features settled into place and her body became a little curvier with her dark grey nipples poking through her black fur, filling out her breasts a bit more. The mini-giant werewolf abdominals pressed outward against her fur into a hard six-pack, pushing slightly past thirteen feet in height. Juanita’s werewolf form retained some of her feminine curves through her widening hips and layers of abdominal and oblique muscles; making her beautiful in the moonlight, as well as dominant.
Luckily for the photographer, this wasn’t a hunter’s moon, as Juanita felt the energy of it move into her nether regions, making her whine and finger herself. Unrestrained by human decency, she let her true self run wild, making her lean back to let loose a mighty howl into the night.
Juanita’s howl coursed through the red-headed woman, she was biting her lip, watching her idol settle into her new body with all her new joints and ligaments cracking into place.
After she was done, the black and grey werewolf-woman let out an exasperated sigh, looking down at her admirer, who was completely stunned beyond all belief.
“Mhm, it feels so good to be myself again, but I wonder, who is it that has wandered into my den?” Juanita’s voice sounded thunderous, yet slightly seductive.
The red head perk up. “I… it’s…” The photographer could not find the words.
She had followed her kickboxing idol for so long, going back a few years, and here she stood, as a massively buff werewolf goddess was making her cotton panties moist.
Juanita caught the scent of her admirer’s attraction, and formed a wickedly coy smile. “Oh, that’s interesting. I didn’t know you were into wolf bitches.” She struck a lewd pose by cupping one of her massive breasts in her paw, and licked the corners of her mouth, while teasing her highly sensitive muff.
Juanita relished in the attention she was getting, sure the little woman below her was scared; however, there was a more powerful urge the fully transformed werewolf was detecting.
“Well, do you have a name… little one? Or are you just going to sit there before I start to get hungry.” Juanita bared her long powerful fangs to drive the point home.
“… I’m Tasha,” the redhead managed to squeak out, beginning to move more slowly away.
Juanita dropped onto all fours over Tasha, breathing hot breath that instantly fogged up her glasses. The thirteen-foot-tall werewolf-woman felt the immense energy from the moon making the fur on the back of her neck twitch a little. She leaned her wolfy head down to the ground, with her rear in the air giving each of her back muscles a good stretch, cracking every joint and easing tension out down her spine.
Her muzzle pushed Tasha up the pathway and into the fence breaking her camera and ripping some of her clothes; taking care not to bite her, not before sizing her up, at least.
Juanita smirked down at the little woman, drinking in the taste of her sweating body, enjoying the musky scents emanating from her.
“Tasha it is then, but I’m curious to know what you had planned to do with those photos.”
Tasha felt the werewolf woman’s steamy breath against her body, quivering in excitement. “I-I was…”
Juanita released her and leaned back slightly letting her tongue roll out past her pearly fangs dripping with saliva. Tasha couldn’t speak, and whenever she tried it came out as a tiny squeak.
The mini-giant werewolf was done having her fun, it was time for her to let little Tasha decide what her fate would be. Instead of looming to her full height, she lay down on the ground, puffing out her breasts beneath the smooth midnight black fur with a cute bit of grey chest fluff, making Tasha blush even more. Juanita’s tail wagged steadily over her round and plump buttocks.
“Well, since you’re at a loss for words, I’ll only ask this once.” Juanita stared at Tasha intently, making a cool sweat form on the photographer’s brow at how suddenly cold and indifferent the gargantuan werewolf looked.
Juanita inhaled with her canine nose, and knew what the answer would be. “What about me do you find the most attractive, little Tasha?”
Tasha’s skin felt like ice, along with the cool flush on her face.
“I-I… always… wanted to be… to be strong… and sexy,” Tasha stammered, without thinking.
The gigantic muscular werewolf gave an amused chuckle. “And what is it about strength you find so…” Juanita paused, and flexed one of her large biceps the size of a small boulder, “…appealing, my dear?”
Tasha could picture herself sitting on that bicep. Juanita’s confidence radiated under the light of the supermoon and it was something Tasha had always wanted.
“How you make… being so s-strong… it always looked so good,” Tasha said. It was lame but it was all her scaroused mind could think of.
Juanita barked out a laugh. “Oh, so you find strength beautiful?”
Tasha nodded, flush with embarrassment, for revealing one of her fetishes to her idol.
“You said I was your idol, did you not?” Juanita said, practically reading her mind through her super sense of smell, and hearing fixated on Tasha’s heartbeat.
“Mhmm.” Tasha began to loosen up a little under Juanita’s lustful gaze. “My whole career is centered on you.”
“I am flattered for being such a big influence on you,” Juanita said, giving Tasha a slow lick.
The little photographer hugged the werewolf’s tongue with Juanita’s hot and pungent breath surrounding her.
“How would you like to be my mate for this special evening?”
Tasha felt more flush; her idol, whom she had fantasized sleeping with more than a few times, was asking her for real. Tasha couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she couldn’t find the right words for this situation. How would she even go about having sex Juanita, when she only came up to her knees at best? But Tasha thought it was better than getting eaten.
“Or, would you rather I eat you up, instead?” Juanita flashed her fangs glimmering in the moonlight.
Tasha sucked up some courage and began to take off her sweater. However, Juanita placed a clawed finger to Tasha’s head to stop her. The werewolf-woman was swift in biting into Tasha’s shoulder, which was necessary for her to do, and was beyond curious as to how her shift would take place under the supermoon.
Tasha’s voice caught in her throat. The pain she felt was immense, and would come in steady waves. However, she felt a white-hot burning energy making her senses sharper and inhaling new scents into her shifting senses. Juanita released her from her jaws making sure she got as much of the werewolf strain into Tasha as possible.
“Breathe slow and deep breaths, my dear; the first time is always the most painful,” Juanita said, as Tasha fell to her knees, her body taking in more of the virus.
She threw what was left of her cameras aside, and needed to take off her sweater and pants due to her body feeling like the inside of a furnace. Her brow dampened even more with each passing minute that felt like an eternity to the newly infected woman.
Tasha tried to remove her sweater, but her eyes caught the fullness of the moon. She felt it funny, it was the first time in what felt like forever that she looked deeply within its light. The animal within becoming unchained with the ever mad pursuit to be free.
Juanita noticed her eyes changing, into having black sclera with red irises, unlike her standard yellow eyes. She wrinkled her nose and lowered her ears, slowly backing away from Tasha with her tail between her legs. What had she just unleashed?
Tasha gritted her teeth, as her entire body broke out in a cold sweat, but her skin still felt hot to the touch. All of her senses were turbo-charged, overwhelming her to the point where she didn’t notice the fabric of her sweater beginning to stretch.
The treads subtly ripping, just audible to Juanita’s ears. The larger werewolf-woman rolled over on her back, into a more submissive pose for the growing Tasha. Something more primal was being resurrected into this world, the black werewolf smiled to herself, knowing she had been the catalyst.
“Hrugh! AAAaaarrrgggghh!” Tasha roared.
The fabric on her clothes felt even more restrictive; more rips and tears echoed out into the night. Tasha could feel her whole body break down, her muscles contracting and expanding, over and over. She tested how big her bicep was getting with one flex, tearing her sleeve even more, then ripping the rest off to reveal her arm growing, along with the rest of her, accelerating the increase in her height.
The hourglass form of her body took shape, as she climbed in height past the six-foot mark. Tasha’s butt flared outward, ripping her cardigans into various strands, showing her moist ass drenched in sweat, and airing the fragrance of her increasing libido.
Juanita got a whiff, and lulled her tongue out, tracing her large paw down to her pussy, which was leaking out more and more juices. The black werewolf mini-giantess wondered just how big Tasha’s human form would get before giving way to the exhilarating changes, which had felt painful, at first, but Juanita had learned how to turn that pain into pleasure over the many decades since she’d turned. She had grown bigger and stronger with the new immense heights she achieved, but for the moment she lay back and watched the rest of Tasha’s transformation take place.
Tasha ripped through the rest of her sweater and shirt underneath it, exposing her bare breasts to the moonlight, accelerating the shredding of what was left of her pants as she rose past eight feet. Tasha played with her expanding bustline, even though she was almost completely naked with her panties disappearing into her crotch. The redhead’s hair lengthened, cascading down her back to touch her rock-solid ass cheeks.
“Aaahhh! Hurgh, fffuuuck!” Her teeth sharpened in her mouth as she grew and grew, surpassing any known bodybuilder on the planet in terms of height at eleven feet tall, with her body and muscles still growing. Juanita submissively rubbed her pussy, watching the growing woman begin to tower over her before slowing down towards Juanita’s standing height.
Juanita picked up on her shifting scent, and whined. “I hope you’re ready… the real transformation is about to begin.”
The heat coming off from Tasha was intense, she was feeling as hot as a fire pit. Tasha could feel something building up within her, feeling out her new body by rubbing her hands along her large breasts that could crush a small car under them. Tasha felt briefly the tuft of red fur growing between her boobs and looked to the fullness of the supermoon.
She breathed in the night and started to laugh a little, at how much bigger and stronger she was, and knew it would only continue. The bone structure and muscles in her legs shifted into the wolf-like digitigrade form, as the nails on her feet and hands lengthened and sharpened into powerful talons.