The Queen's Feast

David gave her queen an embrace, sinking into that expanse of lard happily. "and your rule, cassandra? i would have no other above me." the queen rumbled happily. "dear... come closer."

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Weekly Writing Prompt: After the Accident

That son of a bitch rhino, i said 'probably some of that lard oozing off yer ass," and his dad laughed after he said that. no, kurt wanted to be away from that. they asked him about his girlfriend too.

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The Best Test

He was inflating as though digesting an endless supply of lard and he was eating not a single thing.

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The Limits

Her moist food had been replaced with a semisolid gel that tasted mostly of lard; which pricilla didn't mind at all.

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Immense

He fully leaned in once he was sure that he wasn't going to sink in too far, letting his arms rest in the deep, yielding lard which coated the front of sasuke as they worked on the engorged stomach beneath it all.

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Drag Orion.

Unable to resist anymore, yure smacked drag's tummy with all his strength, making that lard wave... but drag not even moved himself. the fact that yure's diaper tapes were still in place was a miracle.

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The over indulgance of Mr. Wolf

Wolf's lard laden thighs. he \*mrffed\* and pulled at the shredded fabric, not realising what was happening.

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Unconvincing Gains

His transition from meat-head to lard ball started innocently enough. he tried going for a bulking season, consuming tons of calories, more than his average intake. but he wasn't exactly aware that it meant he had to work out more as well.

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Doodle Stort: Wet Daydream

Craig remembered when his friend made fake breasts out of lard, but it was nowhere near what the real things were.

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What's a Pilf?

John had been a hefty canine when he came over, but now he had passed straight into 'tub-of-lard' territory.

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Backyard Bursting

The tan-furred mass of flab was his primary feature, framed only by the singular, truck-tire-sized roll of lard that he called a love-handle, but others called a fat shelf.

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A friendly visit

As the soft, warm lard cushioned around me, i quickly forgived the two scaly pranksters. as i felt the good-kind-of-warm snuggle gently around my body, i purred lightly.

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