Time for Fun
"yes, master, i'm your stallion," he murmured, pushing the dildo deeper, feeling his body mould to the latex length. "i'm your bitch, sir, your living fuck-toy. my cock is nothing, i only care for yours."
Snow
"the foxes make magic from some molds, so, some kind left on its own could be starving the wombs... or the male's seed," he reasoned.
Leviathan II
So old in fact, it was little more than dust and mould when he found it. the only page that had been salvageable had been the one with the summoning circle and the instructions.
Keith'n'Matt: Lost Control
For almost one week now the first view in the morning was not mould on concrete, but a white and clean paint. and for almost one week now he was sleeping in an actual bed, with real and clean sheets and even a pillow.
Clicked: Angus
His cock, once much like himself and made of soft, pliable skin, began to melt and mould in his fists. bright pink turned dark, retaining something akin to a once human shape, but it was now unmistakably something animal.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Seven
Everything's moldy. hell, i've probably got mold under my scales, you-" "if you say i'm moldy, i really am leaving you here." "you're probably the only thing in this swamp completely and totally free of mold."
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.
The Frequented Sauna
They bulged out and ironed every crevice and wrinkle of his gut, leaving it nothing but a tunnel of flesh to mould around this cock, to become a toy for its use.
The son-in-law
The eccentric feline thought it was hot to mould a dildo that represented his own and to fuck himself with it. it was weird but no one is here to judge. liam held it up, stared and smiled. he popped a bottle of lube and coated the entire thing.
Unexpected Harvest
His body was able to fold and mould to whatever it needed for his mate. the plants sang to brock in praise of his mate. the two would thrive in this paradise together, forever in the feral cycle of mating.
Shattered Shards: Cursed Costume
He stepped into it, pulling it up, the molded latex extending outward several inches, forming a snug latex form to hold his manhood.