Ricky: Pain in the Tail
Something pushing into him, ripping, tearing. blood, there was blood. so much blood, but not enough, making it stick as it pushed in. _it._ couldn't say the word, couldn't think it, didn't want to think about what was going inside.
My Mistake
The sleeves of his button-up shirt ripped down the sides, and his pants and shoes bulged under the expanding body they were trying (unsuccessfully) to contain, his toes and legs finally breaking free.
Hivemind
With that small rip, smaller than the length of his eye, he was still able to get a glance inside of his foot.
The cursed carrot
His briefs were next as they ripped open, revealing the donkey's morphing cock.
Hunter or Hunted
For a brief moment the increasing pinching sensation overrode his desire to escape whatever fate to release himself as he hit the heel of the boot against the ground until the soles ripped from the top.
I Dream Of Insects
After a small rip sound, two large clear insect wings broke free.
No Work Day
Her paws ripped into the bed, shearing through the sheets and bed pad into the mattress below, making a gale of foam padding form around her.
Change of Plans
She was still wearing the gold dress; the rip up the front had expanded by an inch or two on the way back downstairs, and the zipper had busted as she had leaned forward to pick up the remote.
One the Scene with Traveling Expenses
A second rip and the vixen's hips spilled out the side stitching as well. waist and hips almost merged together as they oozed over the armrests of her chair. "grwwaa!" the waistband proved a lot more stubborn.
SYBT: Bayou Bourbon
Fyi, this story has skin ripping in it, i know that's not for everyone so just a heads up if you don't like that, but if you do well, enjoy!
Nur ein Spiel!
So da ich gerade in der Arbeit viel um die Ohren habe und nicht sehr oft zum schreiben komme wollte ich aber trotzdem eine kleine Kurzgeschichte hochladen ich hoffe sie gefällt euch. Viel Spaß beim lesen Nur ein Spiel! Wie ist er, Rajah der...
Pokemon Polyamory 2: Conflicting Needs
Elm came back with a roll of paper towels, and jared ripped a few pieces off, rolling little tubes to stick up his nose. it didn’t feel good, but it was better than nothing. “did you, um, set it yet?” “i don’t set my own nose.