A Quick Interview
The watermelon-sized bulge in his pants swelled at the mere thought of her. the red-haired mouse tapped his fingers on the table in rapid succession.
Daydream Daddy
Jake would even bet money his dad could crush a watermelon with his thighs. needless to say, his dad was hot. ...a stud. not hot. why would he even think that?
Making of a Burd Part 3: Laying Burd
The egg was as big as a small watermelon. mark contemplated that as he massaged his sore throbbing vent. "i guess i better sit on this" he said as he folded his legs under him and rolled the egg back and forth between his tarsi.
Muscle Musk of the Dead
Shocked even more was how big his package was, straining the limits of his stretched out jeans, looking like he was smuggling a watermelon atop two canteloupes.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 143
It made the most horrific thwack sound she had ever heard: solid, yet almost wet, like a watermelon falling from a great height.
Transformation Stream Story 4: A Miracle in the Showers
He let it grow until it was the size of a watermelon, carrying it over to the edge of the showers - while still staying out of sight - before pressing it to the ground.
The Demon and the Tiger - 1
The dragon wasn't in the mood for foreplay, his testicles already the size of watermelons and practically flooding his system with ridiculous amounts of testosterone.
Dungeons&Dragons&Diapers
His belly bulged out like a grey fuzzy watermelon as daddy sighed in relief at the she stoppering of his flow. with all that mythological piss in his innards, the puppy felt he was going to burst all over. "why dada?"
Claude and the Moose
He pushes me onto my back and spreads my legs, then gets between then and spends an hour slurping at my wet pussy like it was a big ole watermelon. i have cum on his muzzle at least 10 times, as he loudly sucks and sklurps my lion cunt.
Mismatched Growth Spurt (Story for Freder)
Cimmaron called out, feeling the heavy weight of his now watermelon sized balls rip through the fabric of the underwear that could no longer contain them. "freder! stop! something is... gah!... happening!"
Friend Roleplays: Squalor and I #2
Fantasies of my prostate being stretched around a thick draconic knot no smaller than a watermelon drown my conscience, my own body barely grown at all to maximize the pleasure of being pulled taut around something so large inside of me.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 106
The target: an overripe watermelon covered in flies and midges, balanced on top of a hay bale. the bolt hadn't just stuck halfway through like a regular arrow.