The Queen's Feast
David gave her queen an embrace, sinking into that expanse of lard happily. "and your rule, cassandra? i would have no other above me." the queen rumbled happily. "dear... come closer."
Favors
The fox couldn't bring himself to fully admit defeat though, even as the seemingly endless stream of calories continued to flow into him like a river of pure lard. he still struggled, squirmed, and tried to fight...
Backyard Bursting
The tan-furred mass of flab was his primary feature, framed only by the singular, truck-tire-sized roll of lard that he called a love-handle, but others called a fat shelf.
Belied (Vignette)(FAImport)
The reinforced frame creaked as the glacier of goat lard enveloped rowan. the hippo gasped for breath and groped for another pastry and stuffed the brobdingnagian bovid. rowan seized marvin's shoulder haunch.
Getting Bounced Around
Both distending muzzles were smooshed back into the mephit's lard by the pressure, the hands pressing out further, before receding back into the curve of his belly.
average day in the life of an obese fox
Todd smiled, the fox rubbed at the swell of vulpine lard stretching the sweatshirt and resting partially on his swollen thighs. he rubbed the soft bulge of jiggling flesh gently as he licked at various sauces and and particles of food that adorned the the
Event! She's the Reason for the Season
Anyone got any lard!" with that, event was left dangling there alone, as the small crew began fanatically looking for anything that could un-stick her. just stretched out with her sack above her head and.... wait! her sack!
In His Dreams [COM]
While his monolithic package was more than enough to topple any of the peasant's houses all on its own, his ocean of lard pooling across the floor like lava made sure to keep it a contender.
Sweet Home
Grow nice and big, like a barrel of lard. which you already are... - i'm tired. later, okay? just... - he opened his maw, yawning like a beast, while sliding out his gigantic tongue.
Escape from Zootopia - Chapter 2 (BBW, Vore)
The anteater stood at judy's height, but double judy's width, with saddlebag hips composed of sloping lard. a bulbous gut hung down to her knees and billowed half an arm's length forward.
Trekking Out
Catching his breath before he spoke, he could feel the folds and rolls of pure lard on his frame quaking around heavily just from the simple act of breathing. everything about him was _fat_, and david knew that...
Coyote and the Wolf, part 4
Checking the pan for temperature, he added a lump of lard. cracking and beating the eggs in a bowl, he waited for the lard to melt.