Luncheons & Dragons - Book 1 - Chapter 3 (BBW, SSBBW)

_Tales have told of damsels who just_ _Seek the love of one knight true, but_ _Can there be a hope of marriage_ _For the lass too big for carriage?_ Alexandra stood at the center of a swamp. Surrounded by pea soup fog and damp trees, the thick,...

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Moo Taur

Peter yawns softly, reaching up to rub the back of his head. Smacking his lips a bit, noticing they felt rather dry. He was thirsty, more than he ever had been before. Sticking his tongue out a bit as the foul dry taste dances across his mouth. "Eugh.....

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Special Streams

She unleashed so much gas that it was unbelievable, but she loved the change. she felt her anus tingle when she let loose a bout of gas, and it made her wonder if the more she unleashed, the bigger it would get.

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Burping Toriel

It just wanted to get rid of her gas. she tried shaking her belly, which sloshed its overloaded contents. that was no good either; the gas refused to surface. she slapped her belly, too, and its taut surface barely rippled. "ah well.

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The World's Faul - Ch. 6

Contains: growth; hyper; fat; gas. this is a 10-chapter story that's a collaboration between me and otherside_dragons! even if they escaped, it seems they're not out of the water yet. especially if faul loses his cool... "faul."

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The World's Faul - Ch. 5

The gas was seemingly tying my intestines into knots... i gave a loud, long fart, clearing up the gas quickly. i sighed in relief and relaxed. i next heard dave yelp. in this time, he had gone to inspect the boxes in the corner...

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Karen-Doo, Where Are You?

What made it worse were her bouts of gas, as she belched once more then and there, and she could easily pick up the smell of stinky canine breath, the kind that said that no one had ever even tried to brush her teeth in any way, shape, or form, though her

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Dominating the Team

He put him very close to his gas masked face. adam was a little confused, until the smell caught him. it was sweet and powerful. he knew it was coming from inside the gas mask. adam was set down, and he immediately collapsed.

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Position Shift

Suddenly the lenses over the gas-mask flickered and started displaying images like a pair of miniature monitors. the image made jencen tense up and moan inaudibly into his gas mask, a mixture of fear and in looked for arousal coursing through his body.

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Trenches

It had been hit by a gas bomb. the actual probability of there being any survivors at all was slim to say the least. but orders was orders.

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An Ecstasy of Fumbling

#2 of bentley's war "gas! gas! quick, boys! - an ecstasy of fumbling, fitting the clumsy helmets just in time." - wilfred owen, 'dulce et decorum est' bentley pringle ffox was not enjoying himself.

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A newcomer

He kept going at it, moaning loud in his gas mask. he quickly came, and cum was smeared on his lycra suit. he breathed deeply, slowly rubbing his cock, recovering in the afterglow of this short session.

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