Overlords
Down farther his beer gut shrunk. the swarm repurposed it into the building blocks of his new form. he watched with continued lack of concern as his balls and penis withered.
Taps
Very little fat was being added to his body from the influx of slime, so nearly all of his mass was coming from his stomach; never had the phrases 'ball belly' or 'beer gut' been more apt to the wolf.
New Technology, Part 1
Shot after shot fired into his mouth, his once trim stomach becoming a paunch, then a beer belly as he kept on firing. all the while moaning around his unloading cock as each new release sent waves of bliss to his overloading brain.
Determination
Her stomach had bulged out further, dropping into a full beer gut that drooped beneath her previously flat stomach's place into a pouch of loose fat.
Lunchtime at Jurassic World
Although his upper torso wasn't too fat and his arms and legs were meaty without being flabby, he sported the beer belly to end all beer bellies, a ponderous-looking stomach that stretched his shirt to the breaking point, and his otherwise loose-fitting pants
Overheated
It rang open to a larger husky, with strong arms and a beer belly. floof tried not to look at him as she completed her purchase. "a dollar, forty nine," the cashier rasped before coughing. floof appologized before counting out change.
Voyager: Chapter 9
beer belly, tobacco stained teeth and some sort of stench that had eluded me upstairs. while tom seemed to be a nice enough fellow to compliment his sister, carlos' first words to me were, "who the fuck are you?"
Roughing It
Coach pink was on the older side, mostly hairless, and sported a hefty beer gut.
My Best Friend's Polar Bear Dad
Extremely well built with the sort of body a male gets thru years of hard, manual labor, just beginning to develop a small 5 or 10 pound beer belly. jacked arms and legs. his white fur is sleek and his hair and beard and moustache are an off white color.
The Society, CH 16
He had been a little more muscular, but he also had a beer gut. his cock was a little smaller than denton's maybe six inch. denton took it in his hands, and strokes it.
Why the Boss is Always Relaxed After Lunch
The most obvious difference was the beer gut hiding the horses steely abs and giving him a less imposing profile. it was a bit like being a kitten again, squeezed in between these powerhouses of equine flesh.
A Foot-Focused Morning Quickie
He sat his little butt on burt's beer belly with a _whump_, his tail swooshing excitedly. "you're pretty comfy, y'know." he continued to tease as he wrapped his hindpaws around the thick member and rubbing it in circular motions.