Vattened
His limbs bloated and filled with restricting blubber, their increasing bulk making them begin to stick out from his sides thanks to the pressure of lard on lard happening between their heft, and the sheer rotundity of the draolf's torso.
Balls Of Yarn
He could feel rolls of lard bunching up as he did that, and he knew what that meant as he did it. he couldn't see much, as wherever he was had no ambient light coming in save for a dim moon.
Encounter
But this young wolf is watching ample lard that's on a bear for which he does so yearn.
Commission: Jeremy's slob transformation
He preferred to stay shut in and stew in his own stink. -- one day coach came to his room and tossed a five gallon tub of lard in front of him.
Outting
Thankfully there was a ramp for him to walk up next to the flight of stairs that lead to the door, but any incline was still hell for the lard-laden beast.
Food Alert
There was a drone of television, and while he chewed down the longer bites or drained full pitchers of beer, the blaring box across the room sometimes held a glimmer of the immobilized ball of lard's attention.
Basement Billiards
The panther covered the ball with lard, and was about to insert the ball when jake spoke up. "nah, give it to me." i'll take his pocket. send it over here. i'll do it for the house!"
Circus FatLion
Presently he was clad in only a towel, the massive bloat of leonine lard bulging over and swallowing the top, the knot almost hidden by his healthy lovehandles.
V for Vore
Half the buttons on the shirt wouldn't come together if you paid them, a foot-wide roll of luscious orange-and-white lard spilled out from the underside of his undershirt, and the roll over his pants...
Under the Skin: Spoiled Potions
"like your asshole after a spoiled lard enema, with a hint of cinnamon." "that's... oddly specific." "but i know what your asshole, spoiled lard, and cinnamon taste like, and that tasted like all three."
Immersion and Feedback
The wall at her side groaned at the pressure of her advancing flab, already bowing against her pliant lard.
Drips
Even through the feet of lard and fur which separated lobo's seed and his nose, the wolf could smell it and it made him murr deeply as he came down off of his sexual high.