Not A Cow
Something pushed against the back of his shirt, wriggling, trying to slip free. tiny drops of milk wiggled on the tips of his nipples, clinging to the surface of his shirt. he tore a hand free from the desk to reach behind him and yank his shirt up.
What They Don't Teach You in School, Chapter One
Kenneth opened the door and stepped out wearing a navy blue shirt, the fabric pressed tightly against his fur.
The Curse Pt1
He seems confused and then stares at my shirt. "what is there something on my shirt?" i mumble as he starts to smile. "no... there's something in your shirt!" he laughs and then pokes my stomach. i gasp as he pokes my stomach.
Hollister is No Place for a Goth
At least all of cody's shirts were nice and long, but when brad relieved him on his favorite msi shirt, he began to get a sinking feeling.
Fun And Games
Her large honeydew-melon-sized breasts were lactating, her shirt slowly getting more and more wet, her thimble sized nipples poking out through her shirt.
Shirtless Waiters: A Sonic Fanfic
"help him take that shirt off." rouge ordered. cream grabbed his shirt from the bottom and pulled it over his head. "no i don't want my shirt off!" he yelled. he stood with his small body exposed.
Stealing
Similar damage struck my shirt soon after. the holes formed earlier widened until the shirt was in tatters hanging loosely from my vast chest.
The Allure of Getting Big [PTRN][RWD]
His shirt wasn't the only thing threatened by his ever-increasing expansion.
Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie, Let Wild Cubs Run
A bit slower, katie finished wrangling her shirt off over the top of her head.
A Wonderful (Sexy) Night
His paw under my shirt turns upward as the paw on my hip teases more. "i hope you don't mind, but," he says, ripped my shirt down the middle, "this damn shirt was getting in my way." i giggle at his playfulness.
The Incredible Shrinking Fox
His t-shirt slipped off his shoulder again. the fox tried to pull it back up. when he straighted his shirt, it fell off again.
After Gym
Abs, riding the shirt up the monstrous muscles of his abdomen, right underneath his pecs, before letting it go and allowing the wet, moist shirt to smack against the top of his abs.