Final Fetish II
Maeve's gown was hiked up and stretched around her torso, not even covering her hips at this point, and as soon as the fat padding started to balloon out straight up her torso, the seams started to rip.
Diplomatic Relations: Arthur
Arthur shuffled uncomfortably in place, jewelry clinking pleasantly, and every bit of him displayed like a professional whore, from fat-padded pecs once rippling with power to his rounded rear, once tight and toned and now doughy from years of sitting on a
Evolution Part I: Chapter Twelve
His rear got so fatty, his shelf expanded out along with his tail and he could lift and lower it as the fat pad slowly devoured the appendage.
Looking a Gift Horse in the Mouth
He couldn't look down either, his neck seeming to force his head to point forward with his pudgy, padded face.
Over the Oven's Edge | An Entree Commission
Pressure turned to a sharp pain as he pierced into her abdominal cavity, her bound arms and legs struggling but only managing to tighten the thick cooking twine and leather straps as the knife created a long slice down her gut, stopping at the fat pad of her
Dining Hall
Kazan could feel his fat pad parting ever so lightly as the head of his buried cock made itself known. a few long, lingering moments of kissing faded once fenny got comfortable.
His Weight in Bronze: Chapter Four
The skin on the obese dragoness too looked less taut and straining the way it had been when the deep fat padding coated in brimming skin was still growing to meet the expanding internal dimensions.
Mall Santa Mischief [Commission]
The young canine was carefully using her grip on stacey's tush to maneuver her into position, as well to just savor the sensation of the fluffy cheek filling the palm of her hand, feeling the kit's remaining baby-fat padding out nicely toned muscles.
Plumped Prey
All she knew was that coyote digested perfectly, and the plump padding he provided her in return was a monument to a night of absolute ecstasy. she couldn't stop squeezing it.
Fat Daddy Dog- Trade with TCW
That fat pad pressed tightly into the front of his bright red thong, his balls outlined against that tight fabric, letting the younger dog see as they churned with need.
Till Death Do Us Part | Series Commission
In addition to the natural churn of the grizzly's belly, cas found himself knocked off balance by the rhythmic bounce of arthur's paw slapping against his fat pad. the goddamn beast was jerking off to this too!
Just Need a Taste | Entree Sized Commission
._ "d-dad," dj gasped, shuddering as his hand slapped his fat pad with each stroke, sending his nuts bumping backwards against tomek's chin. "please i'm c-close..."