Industrial Accident
His arms brushed along the sides of his bulging moobs as he moved, jostling the thick sacs of fat-covered muscle with each heavy step.
Obamon Meal 4
Turning his head was difficult as he continually got obstructed when his moobs pressed against his chins. every aspect of his life felt so burdensome.
Office Hottie
As he was rather taller than me, i received a face-full of soft, squishy side-moob, made slightly damp by its covering of sweaty shirt.
Swirling Bonds
The pair both had moobs now, though hyphy looked to be getting a lot more heft there as his chest jostled and quaked with every lazy chew that his muzzle made.
Mail Order Snacks
His arms were sacs of pure blubber, the hamhocks which he had to call biceps just dangling loosely over the roll of fat which wrapped around his side that could once have been called a moob, but now weighed and looked about the size of a small stomach.
Backyard Bursting
It gave him prominent moobs, but those two sacs of adipose served as mere foothills to the grandiose mountain of fat and food that was the canine's stomach; nothing on him came close, and he knew it.
A Lesson in League
Fortunately he was able to hide his character in a seldom-visited corner of the map he knew like the feathers on his moobs (the backs of his hands were often lost in the gloom of his bedroom) while he fished the wireless rodent out of the canyon he now discovered
Balls Of Yarn
He could see his moobs, parts of his shoulders, and his cheeks. each part of his frame looked to be just oozing with blubber, piled up high all around his head and making moving the thing a nightmare.
Yokozuna
The belt looked to be in place, though barely visible as it wrapped around him thanks to his lovehandles and the underside of his moobs rolling over the fabric and smothering it entirely.
Victorious
His whole frame quaked with those footfalls, those arms slapping the fat of his moobs with every impact, and it was just a cacophony of pants, gurgles, and sloshes as rovest waddled ponderously along the beach.
Before I Forget - Chapter 1
A passing alsation wolf-whistled the two of them, and a balding bear approached them asking for autographs on his moobs - apparently he was a huge fan of lesbian hot-tub party - but other than that it was almost painfully uneventful.
Steffen
He smirked, and i knew he was giggling at my - well, he liked to call them moobs, but i never liked that that. he calmed down quickly and gave me a soft smile. "just one more, i promise." except that's what he always said too.