Layers - Chapter 7 v2
clothing tears away from his body to expose fur growing through the gaps. he doubles and triples in size while i watch. in an instant.
The Laboratory Accident Gone…
He could hear clothing tearing again, and understood that the fluid had attacked him again.
(Breaking the routine part one: An intruder) Written by Doomlycantrope
His armchair groaned under his increasing weight and the seams of his clothes tearing behind the slick sound of his pumping. duncan's impressive lupine form bulged with powerful, veiny muscles.
Pumping Hot Steel
Mauser's ears flicked and perked when he heard the cloth tear. aaron pulled his claw down along the dog's taint until he was happy with the cut he had made and then stuck his fingers into the hole.
Jack It
Through the wall you can hear someone else transforming in the room next to this- his clothes tearing and his panting turning to desperate, frantic brays as he loses control.
New Year, Same Moon
Somehow, he had managed to struggle out of his clothes, tearing them in some places but ultimately leaving them on the floor around the chair.
Wyvern Story
She wondered how long it would take to take- she gasped, falling to her knees as she clutched at her body, fingers pulling at her clothes, tearing them without her really noticing.
Emma - Despite Delay
She heard cloth tearing, bursting around something. she snarled, a quarter of her length wouldn't go where she needed it. still, she humped mindlessly. she still knew what she needed. her tail was delicious inside her.
[COM] Mutated Ascension
Kedasky roared, finally succumbing to the growing pleasures as his body started growing, his clothes tearing apart as the wolf grew many sizes larger in just a few seconds.
Obedience
She felt her chest pull in with rachel's, and then their stomachs pulled together as rachel's clothing teared more and more, and fell to the side like rags. "s-so i think that's what's happening with us now." "why the hell didn't you warn me?!"
Viral Attack: Nostalgic Interlude
His humanoid member, exposed to the air through such vicious and strangely arousing clothes-tearing, was already at full mast, prodding the pig's but as the man dominated him atop the car bonnet, shards of glass around them, threatening to poke into skin.
Milked by the Dryad
She'd never had the time for that kind of fun, it was too much, she'd have to say - and then it was too late to change her mind, his tentacles snaking lustfully into her clothes, tearing them from her body, although they still hung there, tits out