Family Life: Birthday Boys
The boys all happily ate there cake and ice cream until absolutely nothing remained. they tossed there plates and looked at adam. "moma! we ate cake so can we open the presents now?"
You Only Live Large
Harry ate, and ate, and ate, and got fatter and fatter. his clothes shredded, leaving him in a mockery of evening wear and a pair of increasingly filled-out black silk briefs.
The Gift of Gluttony
Step by step, mouthful by mouthful he ate his way towards the center of town.
The Proof in the Pudding
Her belly bulged as she ate and ate and ate like this was some sort of race, like the more she ate before she came, the better it was in some measurable way as opposed to just making her feel wonderfully full and swollen and sexy in general.
Flapjacks and Fat Cats
Steve ate the grain pancakes in the same way as the last stack, and after the first blueberry pancake he ate the rest two at a time.
the journey
"you ate my deer, so now i'm with you instead." she chuckled. "but don't worry, you are going to make a great shaman!" (the end)
Brutality and Kindness are not always Mutually Exclusive Ch. 1
So i ate people. i killed and ate people." he couldn't help but chuckle. "hehehe, and that asshole said i wasn't bloodthirsty enough." he looked up at his father. "i don't suppose one of those poor fuckers i chowed on was the commander, was it?"
Bad Tastes
She let out an embarrassing messy burp as she ate and ate. the soda was next as she quaffed massive amounts of that sugary drink. heavy didn't encompass how she felt. her stomach gurgled full of cheap food.
How Menander Got His Name
Because you ate the books?" "i only ever ate menander's writings. i grew in knowledge because i read the books, not because i ate them, little," menander told her. "and now it's bed time. i will tell you more another time if you wish."
Consequences
Still on james ate though, even as he passed sated and went to full, then to stuffed.
Acranoms
He just ate, and ate, and ate; that was his main goal in life. one day, long after he had needed to be fed by a conveyor belt at all times, largo awoke from his fourth nap of the day.
Offering
The womble still ate on though, ever oblivious to his surroundings as long as there was food in front of his muzzle. he ate, ate, and ate with glee, his own form bloating out to look less and less like a womble and more like just a ball of pure fat.