An Unsought Treasure - Part 1
Along much of the bare wall-space, the mould that he had smelt before could be seen, spreading unhampered towards the ceiling.
Of latex and Love-dolls
Before long he felt a pinch between his legs and in his mouth, he felt intense warmth there before the mold separated.
The Hands Off Approach
The molding up near the ceiling would give the tall dinosaur something to grip on.
koita becomes malleable rubber
This liquid was collected in a bucket that was soon poured into a mould. this would ensure koita retains his original shape after the elasticity test.
"The Wild King", chapter 8
His ass had smelled so moldy, it left me wondering...was it mold? was it actually mold? surely not. i hoped not, at least, because i'd already inhaled quite a bit of it multiple times now.
Christine's folly
, a perfect pattern of the 'phin girl's cock in the mold.
Looove It! An origin story
Included were the mold-making frames, mold filling clay, packets of resin powder, files, sculpting tools, and dyes. for nearly an hour wheezie lay in bed, practicing the shapes she wanted her first claw-model to hold.
Deep into the caves
He didn't know why, but it made him peak over the craggy rock that molded shapes and lines into his arms while he had dozed off. his eyes grew wide with the sights, what he had been waiting for in the dark caves had finally come.
Traced
Grey latex molds to muscle, reshaping you subtly with each pulse. your blood feels like mercury, heavy and liquid beneath shimmering skin. mind drifting. thoughts slipping away, making way for new ones to slide in.
A Pet for the Hypnotherapist
He set up his office, looked over the "subjects" and met his colleagues, from the gist of it, he was going to mould these boys into one of three groups, great military commanders, mastermind business men or spy's, all programed to follow the governments' orders
"The Wild King", chapter 9
He hissed out his nose, and my hand was barely able to hook his stomach before it was regurgitated. slathered in that throat slime and black mold, my hand coated in that greenish-grey sludge, pieces of that solid mold in the curl of my fingers.
Nightworld 18: Silence in the Snow
Seated in the iron chair at the middle was a figure, embalmed in mould and gore like a mummy. slowly, jaro circled the corpse, struggling to make out its features.