Bedbound

I have a tendency to slip my arms under my breasts - yes, they're big enough to hide my lard-covered appendages and prevent me from having to bear the weight of them hanging down onto the bed.

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Alternative Methods

The wolf rumbled down to the human, "you're gonna have to be lard for this next part..."

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Acting on Instinct [COM]

There were some adjustments he needed to make as his body inflated with lard - as well as his rising height, which he _still_ had no real answers for.

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Full of Christmas Spirit (Commision)

Santa approached the lard-stuffed eclair of a teen with lust in his eyes, eager to finalize the evening's events.

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A Rumbling Appetite

The deluge of lard continued its onslaught as more and more of the surrounding area was enveloped by blue-furred adipose.

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Out of the oven, onto the plate

Her rump, her tits, her belly, all of them inflated with lard. her body acquired so much new variation: an infinite number of folds, dimples, rolls, etc. ilene was entranced by harleen's beauty.

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A Bitch In Her Bowels

Hi there lard ass! just getting a little revenge for what the fuck you did to me on monday!"

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Running To Fat

His lard laden chest sagged heavily onto his belly, nipples stretched into the size of large pepperonis.

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Felicity

Swallowing she took a deep breath and slapped four feet of fox lard piled atop her tiny frame.

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Untitled cheetah story

A spotted breast in one hand and a generous hand-full of ass lard in the other, she contemplated her next move. stuffed beyond what one could call a healthy portion of junk-food, she decided that the first thing she had to do was get up.

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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...

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I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 3

I fried up some of the eggs in a lard-like fat that came wrapped in waxpaper like butter but was not butter at all, toasted some bread and spread more of the lard on that, and had some of the fruit to go with it. it was all quite delicious, actually.

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