Breeding Hens' Collars
That quickly became the pattern, dogureqs working himself deeper and deeper into his new hen, making her vent mould itself to his length.
Sold to the Brothel (part one of four)
They'd all thought they could fight back, that they could do better, that they would be the ones to break the mould, the special ones. but the slavers had their ways. _continued in part two of four…_
Cream-Pie
That was just the case when someone was sitting, but it did better allow the softness of her flesh to mould to the delectable shape of his cock.
Starlight Bunny Haven 07 - A Chastity Interlewd
She carried the little badger over to a special type of molding-chair. it was already molded close to how the doctor wanted: a slight _v_-shape with raised stirrups for the legs.
Weaver Fever (chapter 1)
He slammed the door, shutting off from sight of the scrape marks on the walls and the dark grey mould spots on the ceiling, the fluff-balls at the edges of the floor, the small clods of ginger fur and the general scatter of rubbish.
Carnival Demon's Harem - Chapter 2
"it's really good, terrus," her legs hung down on either side of his as her body relaxed fully against his, a soft, pliant little girl for him to mould into the perfect female for his pleasures.
The Shark Fin
The ex-shark's body began to contract and mould to the feline's figure. again, this didn't bother the feline. the feline stood still as zeke's body tightened around him becoming a second skin.
Realms of Valeron - Chapter 14
Even if the upper story flat where he lived was small, and grey, and the heating pipes rattled, and the mould crept up the walls, the boy thought that it was a small price to pay in return for sharing the same view he had enjoyed for his entire life.
Student Affairs Of the Hopelessly Elite
Clyde remained against the set of mouldy books behind him. playing with the same lip ring prior kissed, he began. "fine, i got something for ya."
1.2 Heat Dream - Rita
Once she had stopped growling he let go of her nipples and started to once again massage her breasts feeling them with his hands before squeezing them feeling her breast meat mould into his hands enjoying their firm yet softness.
Suiting Up- A Mtf Leopard TF/TG
His heat clawed at those memories and tore them to shreds, reminding him of the body he was in, wanting to mould his mind into something that would give it what it needed.
The Right Thing
"it's probably the drugs, "i said, "some of them are made out of mould, after all. i don't really notice it myself, but i must've gotten used to it, i suppose."