High Tail High, Chapter 1: New Beginnings
He liked to be called 'plush', as it was a softer meaning for lard-ass as shin would call him. it just brought more painful memories of how he won't see any of them again.
Bunny Burrowed [PTRN]
The hem of his blue collared shirt rode up the rising wave of pudge, also dealing with the rest of his upper body growing at the same time as the billowing lard of his chest started to test the limits of the shirt's buttons.
Bad Eggs.
Just ten minutes ago she had logged onto her social networks and had her screen assaulted with an update from her old high school's lard load.
Weight of the past
It had only been a second but felt like minutes, the large mouse had fallen to the ground with her back against the table, she surveyed her new bulk putting her hands around her stomach and shaking it up and down the lard felt soft, liquidy and warm
The Real Boss of the House
"nick, just to make sure he gets quite enough, think you can make up a lard mixture quickly?"
Good Life
The black fur along the sides, along with the yellow stripes that separated dark from light on the beast in that photo, were all caked with crumbs and rolls of lard that made the beast look even bigger.
Obamon Meal 7
He placed a hand on his stomach and instantaneously it exploded with lard crashing to the floor with titanic force.
Questionable Content
His stomach had gone from a drooping, sagging bowl full of lard to a taut, drum-like surface which could barely even wobble.
Pan
That was why he was there and why he was consuming a concoction of cheese, beans, lard, and beef ground up into a slurry that tasted somewhat like a chili-dog.
The Rolling Tides
He stretched and gulped, getting an inch in at a time, ever so slowly consuming the ball of lard. fat squished and blorped around his head, making his world dark as he finished his bloated prey.
Welcome to The Greasy Spoon
lard, grease, and various other substances dragged across his face, but he just continued onwards like a good little pig stud did. not a care in the world.
Repressed & Caged in the Palace
He caught the antelope with a glance and joined in, “come now, he’s only had fifty or so pounds of lard tonight, you can’t expect him to think on such an empty stomach.” anholts’s icy gaze melted under a snide snort.