Three scenes after vore
That rat had earned the title 'gym rat,' that was for sure. presently, he twitches in dartagnan's torso in his sleep while he's steadily diminished. muscle, libido, and mass transfer ounce by ounce into the predator's frame.
Halftime Entertainment
There'll be a quiet dinner in crystal city's gay neighborhood, where a big coyote and stag blend in pretty well with the rest of the gym rats from the beach.
The Allure of Getting Big [PTRN][RWD]
They each tightened as his growth caught up to them, bloating out into the ideal teardrop shape that all gym rats strived for. mmf, everything was coming together beautifully.
The Gym Transformation
He finally found a seat in between two other gym rats who he sees whenever he works out.
Nume Undies: First Purchase
His legs stretched and he grew taller, even as they became more muscular as befit a gym rat. t-lifter jock.
Beast Mode
It was the perfect mindset for a couple of gym rats like him, arenzo thought to himself as he glanced about at the others that had continued to watch them flex and examine each other.
Entranced and Exploited
Trails of urine cascaded between the gym rats, lubricating the slide of steele's pecs over his buddy's back. through the whole sultry shower, their pace maintained, bolt's heavy moans timed with the motion of his gifted friend.
Pounding to the Beat
Xander was no bodybuilder, but he was at least a part-time gym rat, and his nameless partner's obvious appreciation for his fur-shrouded physique was only spurring his animalistic trance to new heights. it was starting to become a problem, though.
Deviant Delights #13 - Changing Gears
Shit, it really was almost time, and if he knew the gym rat like he thought he did then he knew chase was nothing if not punctual. as if on cue, he heard a few loud knocks on the door.
City Life
At first it was mostly gym rats, which was a little unfortunate as buddy felt they cramped the style of the place (if you could call it that), but soon word began to spread and more people showed up.
Merc's Metamorphs, Ch 2
Good luck at the--" frank paused: having wasted no time, the gym rat was already off down a side hall. "aaaand he's gone already." a voice calling to him from behind very nearly made frank jump out of his skin.
One At a Time
Until then though, his days would remain carefree and excessive in their sloth, and his nights... well, even if he decided to turn from couch-mouse to gym-rat at some point in the future, he knew that his nightly routine would remain the same.