Middle of Nowhere
Kobo was hungry. The fat foxcoon had been on the road for hours without a meal, and that resulted in him being hungry enough to stop at one of the greasy diners he had sworn off years ago. The places always either made him sick, had horrible service,...
Town Called Love
Don't let me see you again fer the rest o' my stay, or i'll use the other end o' my longarm, lard ass." “room three's empty, ma'am," the colt said, before recoiling under the glare of lard ass.
All They Will Eat
His gut was swelling exponentially as the elephant was turned into more rabbit lard at nearly the speed with which it was being put in, and that lard all needed somewhere to go.
Cultists
He cleared the sleep from his muzzle with a few loud smacks of his lips against one another, and went to stretch out his lard-laden limbs as best he could.
Napping
You just love getting to touch all this lard, don't you?" lobo nodded, his cheeks reddening beneath his white fur. "getting to rub your paws along more lard than you can even imagine having on your body." another nod, more blushing.
Food Alert
There was a drone of television, and while he chewed down the longer bites or drained full pitchers of beer, the blaring box across the room sometimes held a glimmer of the immobilized ball of lard's attention.
Eric
His ears brushed that roll of lard every time he moved them, and would often tickle it with the sheer amount of piercing that was in them.
Eric
His ears brushed that roll of lard every time he moved them, and would often tickle it with the sheer amount of piercing that was in them.
Thick and Thick Intro
The panda just stopped in the doorway, turned back towards the blob of lard which took up the entire back wall, and gave it the finger with a broad smirk. "i got it fatass."
Circus FatLion
Presently he was clad in only a towel, the massive bloat of leonine lard bulging over and swallowing the top, the knot almost hidden by his healthy lovehandles.
Balls Of Yarn
He could feel rolls of lard bunching up as he did that, and he knew what that meant as he did it. he couldn't see much, as wherever he was had no ambient light coming in save for a dim moon.
V for Vore
Half the buttons on the shirt wouldn't come together if you paid them, a foot-wide roll of luscious orange-and-white lard spilled out from the underside of his undershirt, and the roll over his pants...