Pann's Feeders: Howie
The flow of precum from my buried stiffness gushes harder, dribbling out of the fatpad whose growth has engulfed my cock and balls together.
A Good Deep Throat
I pushed the fatpad back exposing several inches of girth and took it into my mouth, gratified to find the fat slid back over my muzzle when i let go.
Dinner Deals
He couldn't even see the cat's junk, he had to lift his belly just to get a good look at the fatpad beneath it. he let it rest against his head as he pushed the fatpad back, just enough to expose the cat's dribbling, throbbing erection.
Heavy Cream Hose
His member, having long since been buried in a similarly expanding fatpad, twitched and ached with desire. the fox felt a sudden jolt of surprise as what he could only assume were his ass cheeks had touched a solid, flat object behind him.
Underneath
He nearly choked on pizza from the moan that came of that, as the motion sent his stomach sloshing, and in turn it shifted all of its weight down onto the large fatpad beneath it.
Morning Thunder (Thighs)
Quincy was obviously hard at this point, but with how small he was, coupled with his gargantuan fatpad, the only thing bulging in his underwear was the massive fupa that eclipsed his dick.
No. 1 - Consumed
My tongue has found the small tip, nestled gently in thick, delicious folds of fatpad. it barely takes a slurp before you hump at my face as thick gooey streams of seed release into my muzzle.
This is Normal
It let out a deep 'mmm' as my tongue slid into the tunnel in its fatpad where its cock lived and started slurping out piss-soaked inches of cock that must've been buried for ages.
Before the party
I leaned back into my big pillows and rumbled softly, my shaft throbbing in its fatpad as it enjoyed the attention.
Close Quarters
My efforts were rewarded with a massive fatpad covered in brown fur spilling out over my muzzle. i rooted around in the softness of his flab till i found the much firmer stub of his cock, which radiated layers and layers of accumulated musk.
Fucked Over Christmas
He reached to pull my sweatpants down, exposing a much more modest set of tackle--i'd never been too big, and the weight i'd been putting on had given me a fatpad that mostly swallowed up my junk.
Alf's New Life
Before, i'd had...well, technically it was an average-length cock, but the growth of my pubic fatpad had left it almost completely buried. at least, until i'd met the fox, after which that last half-inch was quickly lost to my unbounded growth.