Everything's bigger in texas

chapter 1

Author's Note: How do I even describe this one...? One of my closest friends made a request for a furry-like transformation focused story a while back and we agreed that I could make it as unique as I wanted...sooo, this just kinda came to mind. Why? Honestly, I wish I knew why myself. I honestly just wanted to write something really dumb tonight since I haven't posted...at all, lately But then again, I have been eating a lot of orange chicken from Panda Express lately...

(#PleasesponsormePandaExpress)

What to expect: Revenge play, transformation, monster girl, harpy, dominant female, butt expansion, hyper butt, oral vore, egg laying, humiliation, female pred, male prey, multiple prey, softcore disposal, clean disposal, etc.

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It was a dark night, almost pitch black as a pair of floating headlights quickly zoomed by at top speed on a lone road through the lush green countryside as intoxicated cheers and adrenaline roaring cries came pouring out the open windows of the vehicle filled the still air of the night. A poorly tempered and trained trio of college fraternity brothers were just returning from their long journey of seemingly endless drinking, driving, and debauchery far, far away from the restricting confines of strict college campus, swerving and switching lanes like a game of high speed hopscotch riding with reckless abandon without a care in the world for the moon, the clouds, and the heavens above shall know their names.

"Whoo! Who are we boys!? What's our name?!" Kevin, the leader of this small gang of mindless goons and the driver apparently on a mission to break the sound barrier with the frightening roars of the sport car's powerful engine, shouted with a raised bottle of his beer touching his lips.

"We the jaw breakers, the bitch makers, the true party gods!" Jackson, Kevin's right hand man whose flows hit harder than a party chat hammer's ban, shouted from the sunroof from standing up from the backseat to let his dreadlocks catch some wind so he can feel as high as a kite from all the smog pouring out from his like a chimney.

"I can't hear you, what's our name!?" Kevin called out again in response after soon taking a puff from his rolled up blunt sticking out from his balled up fist on the steering wheel like a spare finger.

"We the panty stealers, the kings who stay reigning supreme, we a rich woman's lover and a poor woman's dream!" Adrian called back from the passenger seat after nearly exhaling an entire ocean of silver grey from within from his vape pen, the one and only slick tongue talking man who can get all the beer, drugs, and girls you would ever need yet Kevin shook his head still unsatisfied by their answers.

"Louder, I want to hear it! All together now, 1, 2, 3!"

"WE THE ***ING Q-DOGS BITCH! WHOOOOOO!" They shouted like a choir of chaotic and vulgar barbarians with the car's engine revved even louder with approval nearing the very edge of the speed-o-meter as the bright yellow lines of the road started to look like one big blur to them.

That is, until they saw something white shine bright against the blinding light of the speeding car's headlights, Kevin quickly slamming his foot on the breaks as Jackson and Adrian had to hold on to avoid going flying and smearing across the road pavement, but that didn't stop their now aching necks from the wicked case of whiplash but otherwise not suffering from any lasting physical damage.

"Yo man, Kevin what the fuck, bro!?!" Jackson asked as he climbed back down from the sunroof into his seat in the back looking over at Kevin.

Yeah man, you trying to get us sent to the hospital or something?" Adrian further accused while still rubbing the side of his neck.

"Oh shut up, I thought I saw something and I didn't want to hit it with my car numb nuts." Kevin would explain himself, gesturing his hand to the windshield as if whatever was currently outside in front of the car would prove his innocence.

"Oh, word? Let me go check real quick," Adrian would offer soon unfastening his seatbelt and leaving the car from the passenger side.

"Yeah, sure. Go check that shit," Kevin would allow with another quick puff of his blunt.

"Yo, ha! Y'all won't believe this shit man,"

"What? What is it?"

Instead of answering right away Adrian simply ducked out of view from Kevin and Jackson's line of sight only to come straight back up now holding what had made Kevin hit the breaks so suddenly...

...A chicken.

"...Either we about high as fuck, or we just actually witness a chicken, crossing the damn road." Jackson announced, now trying his best not to burst out laughing from this actually very uncommon sighting to them.

"...Hey, if there's a chicken way out here in the middle of nowhere, doesn't that mean there should be a farm or something somewhere around here?" Kevin soon figured after putting two and two together listening to Jackson nearly double over from laughing.

"Aye man, I think you right dawg. You know I never actually been to a farm before?" Adrian would add, now holding the chicken softly in his hands petting it on its head as it clucked softly against his touch, making him smirk a bit.

"I'll tell you one thing though, you ain't bringing a damn live chicken to the frat house."

"Aight fine, then...let's just take her back, back to the farm real quick."

"What? Why? Just leave it,"

"Naw man, I ain't leaving a poor defenceless chicken out here. Could be some predators or some shit lurking around, you don't know."

"Yeah, including me. I'm starting to get a mad case of the munchies, and that chicken and starting to look good to me." Jackson pointed out, while his stomach was now roaring for some food right about now and Adrian held the chicken close to him scoffing at Jackson clearly not willing to hand it over.

"...Damn it, fine. Fine, we'll take the damn bird back to the farm, if we can even find it out here."

"And if not, we drop her off at the nearest KFC joint on the way back home," Jackson would joke, though another roar of his stomach made it sound like more of a promise than a threat.

With the chicken safely secured in Adrian's lap the car revved up and tires squealed heading further down the road.