Escape from Zootopia - Chapter 4 (BBW, Vore)
Her pudgy paw just about found her hip, but she couldn't get into its fold. it was too far down a body that was too tubby, and it was too far deep inside her folded fat. she slapped her waist. "ni--(hack)!" weakly, nick fell against her swollen side.
Sliders Part 2 (Pregnancy, Muscle, SSBBW, Burping)
Meanwhile, her thigh was so overgrown with blubber that it hadn't parted from the seat below her; its plump fat was so voluminous it still touched her seat and scraped her other leg.
Attack of the 50 Foot Anteater - Part 3 (BBW, Macro, Stuffing)
From one, a solid-built bulldog wearing grey combat fatigues stepped towards bbw. the bulldog spoke to bbw through a megaphone. "stand down. this is general salt of the eladard guard." bbw stepped forward and brought her hand down towards the bulldog.
Rat Trap, Part 2 (BBW, Crushing, Vore)
Her plump biceps and forearms pushed aside her mountainous boobs and expansive gut, contorting her fat just to reach out to krystal.
Cold Comfort - Dining in the Lylat System, Ep. 1 (BBW, Stuffing)
Itself, a rotund ball of fat.
Escape from Zootopia - Chapter 1 (BBW, Vore)
Her pudgy breasts were smaller than her bloated upper gut, but the two plump orbs were enough to add more stress to her top. lard swaddled her face. on the desk, on top of a pile of papers, sat a plate with a thick sandwich.
The French Confection - Episode 6 (BBW, SSBBW, Stuffing)
Even as she shifted her gushingly glutted gams into her belligerent, floor-bound belly, pushing fat with fat, she felt normal. she had all the energy she needed to haul ass--and thigh--and calf--and foot--and gut.
The French Confection - Episode 2 (BBW, Burping)
Her fatty flesh bounced from the force of her burp. carmelita put a hand on her thick hips. she was not in the mood for this. again, she said, "juan eru--" "borp." "juan--" "ghurrp!" "juan e--" "burrap!" carmelita scowled. "stop," she ordered.
A crocodile on your back
Bound in leather, I was on all fours like someone's pet. My face was now obscured by a musty gas mask that restricted my breathing. The tightly adjusted harness exacerbated my asphyxiation. My wings were tied down with rope. My tailed coiled,...
The Princess's Plaything Part III
She grabbed the rolls of fat and hefted them up, watching in delight as the doughy pounds of flesh wobbled back into place when she let go.
Letting Go
But his body wanted it so badly... his face burned as he opened his wide fatty mouth, feeling just how big his cheeks and chin were now, and felt the pizza slide into his mouth.