Discipline
* * * i woke up to my cell phone's alarm with hardly any memory of how i'd ended the night—somehow i'd managed to cart my overstuffed gut into bed, and to judge from the empty bags strewn about, i may even have gone on eating in my sleep.
Home is where the heart and stomach are
Mac leaned back in his chair, overstuffed and content. his belly now poked out from under his shirt, and he had undone his belt and pants a while ago.
The Life of Another - Chapter 3
The burdened canine was carrying an overstuffed duffle bag with both hands and doing an admirable job of it considering his slightly built, fifteen year old frame.
The New Babysitter
She promptly finished the mass amounts of bookwork piled upon the table top, then resumed to the living room to sit on an overstuffed chair adjacent to the collie and the television.
Facility One Oneshot! Christmas gone wild.
A human, a strange sight but not unheard of here, was relaxing in an overstuffed chair, with his sizable shaft in the rump of a sixteen year old, also a human, as she was pounded from the front by a stallion, her cries echoing in the room as both males came
Meant To Be
Mopsy said with a grin, as she grabbed soft robe that was lying on an overstuffed armchair, and wrapped it around herself. "pink and white just seemed so...babyish." she explained, distaste evident in how she wrinkled her pink nose.
Werewolves In The Wood.
(8 months later) jake rests a hand onto his overstuffed belly, biting his lip as his other hand explores his sex.
Kobold Funtimes 2: Breaking in (Electric Boogaloo)
Spending every day being overstuffed and filled with a clutch, free food and lodging. worshipping the ribbed draconic prick day in and day out.
Strut, Don't Trot : Part Two (Finale)
The rottweiler lumbered along, his muscular frame straining under the weight of multiple overstuffed bags.
The Vore Whores
I wriggled around to get my pants the rest of the way off and leaned over my overstuffed testicles, showing my rump to the remaining skunk.
Cursed
The tortured pants gave way to a fat laden, sagging rump, his shirt burst around his burgeoning breasts, but both paled in comparison the the creaking of his tortured pelt. the overstuffed fox stood holding his painfully tight skin, tears dripping from his
Typical Fairy Tail Ending
'you are what you eat i suppose' and the fox had looked like it had seen a few too many overstuffed turkeys in his lifetime. it had been more than a year since the fox had lured the rabbit to its den with the intention of fattening him up to eat, but it turned