Steffen
He smirked, and i knew he was giggling at my - well, he liked to call them moobs, but i never liked that that. he calmed down quickly and gave me a soft smile. "just one more, i promise." except that's what he always said too.
Unloading
As his fingers subtly closed around the wolf's moobs, he groaned with distaste. "i'll tell you, i'll _tell_ you! just don't make me do this myself," he whined. "god, you're sweaty."
Nah
He reveled in his size for a long moment, rubbing what little parts of his vast expanse that he could reach while nuzzling down at a pair of moobs which no women could even hold a candle to.
Stress Relief
Chubby cheeks, a trio of chins, and a rather ample pair of moobs were on obvious display though above that large gut, only the moobs hidden from view by the shirt which barely contained them.
Hopelessly Stuck
The afterthought that his arms, shoulders, moobs, head, and tail looked to be coming off at angles from the shape of a circle that he now was made him smirk even more. his arms, what a thing...
The Flavor of Love
His moobs lay loosly on his gut, actually sagging to either side due to the sive of them. his arms were stuck at angles from his sides, unable to go any further down, his torso just to wide around.
Sharing Puppies, Part 5
Rosco felt burger's impact through the floor, as the bull-pup's moobs puffed out to his sides. the mountain of his form reverberated, waves of motion racing across him, sloshing back and forth a few times before going still.
The Idol of Blotana
His love handles and moobs were in a competition to see which one could grow faster, though while overshadowed by the greninja's other features they still were quite obvious.
Having Fun With Yourself
His moobs were sweating bullets, but he couldn't give up. he had to honor his brothers' merciless deaths. he found the perfect place to hide: a dumpster full of black trash bags.
Eau De Orc
A light dusting of dark hair spread over robbie's moobs and round stomach, thickening more than ever before. scruff covered his cheeks and his hair grew shaggy.
DJ PuppehDawg
Pushing past those large moobs of his was a task that he loathed as much as dieting, and yet here he was having to do it nearly constantly to keep the music going in the large club.
The Blade grows dull
Cold air hit his back through the seam between his shoulder blades, where his expensive shirt split beneath his back fat and moobs' peer pressure.