Chapter III: Zero Hour
Chapter Three: Zero Hour "So you're a vampire." Arlo said as he took a better look at the vampire shark. He wore a wool black coat and a grey and red scarf, with skinny jeans with combat boots. He was wearing sunglasses over his eyes, for some reason....
Breakfast In Bed
My chest, once completely flat, had ballooned out so that two wobbling slabs lay across the upper surface of my gut, large enough to rival many of the most 'gifted' women for cup-size.
A Fable Revisited: Weigh in, Bathtime, and Cuddles
The portly fox wobbled blissfully to the tub, gently placing his paw on the first step of the stool before hauling himself up, then again with the second. he hauled his belly up onto the tub and then lifted a leg over into the warm, sudsy water.
Mickey Mouse in the Public Domain - Chapter 14
"don't dismiss this bird," mickey said confidently as he pushed the bird back to his feet, "wobbly has seen me through think and thin and back again, haven't you wobbly."
NC #4: Downtime for Dastardly Folks
The hippo folded her arms behind her head in the silence and - wobble. wobble wobble. wobble wobble wobble. the black-skinned hippo slowly opened one eye, looking at the wall across from her.
Sloshy Somblob
He asked slowly and teasingly as his ass wobbled immensely. shining couldn't resist it any longer.
The Fattest Doll of All
He shook all over with the force of it, and his wobbling rolls of flesh caused mystic's own body to wobble like a waterbed. "i bet we can fit in more food now than ever before," treb said with a grin.
Commission: Graduation
Sara belle clenched her cheeks, making them jiggle and wobble slowly in her taut yoga pants.
Hang-in' There!
Rex patted proudly along his wobbly heft. “right where morons like you belong. bet ya fuckin’ thought that ya were gonna live a nice long life. heh, any butcher could’ve told ya, ya were prime meat.
Hippo Lombardi
Or rather hippo reached up, pulling softly on his muzzle, his gross, disgusting muzzle that wobbled around with every little wobble. making him tug slightly at his cheek, feeling the fat globes squish and wobble under him.
Felix's Engorgement
His gut wobbled and lapped against his inner thighs from the motion, and rested flush against them as gravity dragged his stomach downwards.
A Friendly Cuddle
More of a slope, a little wobble. the wolf’s (if he could still be called that) blissful gaze looked down at the wobbly gelatin flesh pushing out from beneath his shirt, joining his big fat red bottom.