Luncheons & Dragons - Book 1 - Chapter 3 (BBW, SSBBW)
_Tales have told of damsels who just_ _Seek the love of one knight true, but_ _Can there be a hope of marriage_ _For the lass too big for carriage?_ Alexandra stood at the center of a swamp. Surrounded by pea soup fog and damp trees, the thick,...
Karen-Doo, Where Are You?
What made it worse were her bouts of gas, as she belched once more then and there, and she could easily pick up the smell of stinky canine breath, the kind that said that no one had ever even tried to brush her teeth in any way, shape, or form, though her
A Match Made In Bacon
Chassan was used to his gas by now. there was something about the way he unleashed gas in front of her was so...hot. she would never admit it, but the blush on her face was a dead giveaway. "yeah..."
Special Streams
She unleashed so much gas that it was unbelievable, but she loved the change. she felt her anus tingle when she let loose a bout of gas, and it made her wonder if the more she unleashed, the bigger it would get.
Sick Ride
Some fatass bison, exhaust and gas just fuming from the cracks in the windows, and the many tailpipes decorating his car.
Position Shift
Suddenly the lenses over the gas-mask flickered and started displaying images like a pair of miniature monitors. the image made jencen tense up and moan inaudibly into his gas mask, a mixture of fear and in looked for arousal coursing through his body.
Dominating the Team
He put him very close to his gas masked face. adam was a little confused, until the smell caught him. it was sweet and powerful. he knew it was coming from inside the gas mask. adam was set down, and he immediately collapsed.
An Ecstasy of Fumbling
#2 of bentley's war "gas! gas! quick, boys! - an ecstasy of fumbling, fitting the clumsy helmets just in time." - wilfred owen, 'dulce et decorum est' bentley pringle ffox was not enjoying himself.
Trenches
It had been hit by a gas bomb. the actual probability of there being any survivors at all was slim to say the least. but orders was orders.
Moo Taur
Peter yawns softly, reaching up to rub the back of his head. Smacking his lips a bit, noticing they felt rather dry. He was thirsty, more than he ever had been before. Sticking his tongue out a bit as the foul dry taste dances across his mouth. "Eugh.....
Burping Toriel
It just wanted to get rid of her gas. she tried shaking her belly, which sloshed its overloaded contents. that was no good either; the gas refused to surface. she slapped her belly, too, and its taut surface barely rippled. "ah well.
The World's Faul - Ch. 6
Contains: growth; hyper; fat; gas. this is a 10-chapter story that's a collaboration between me and otherside_dragons! even if they escaped, it seems they're not out of the water yet. especially if faul loses his cool... "faul."