I'm a Big Boy Part 1

Seth whined as michael approached. "the door won't open." michael smiled. "it's locked, silly."

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Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty-Four.

Pb pulled back with a low whine. “b-but they… they have uncle gristle…” pb whined out, trying to say something. defend himself. explain. explain why he had done this. “of course, they fucking do!”

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A Visitor

It regarded him with a silver eye for a moment before looking down at the grinder as it spun with a high pitched whine.

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Hunter's Thanksgiving

He whined as he yawned. he had not had a nap today, after all. "it's not bedtime just yet, angel. we're gonna go say nini to everyone downstairs first." "do i gotta?" hunter whined. she silenced him by slipping a pacifier into his muzzle.

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Colton

The german shepherd whined, trying to pull the blankets back over him. "get up or it'll be a spanking, mister."

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Hunter's High Tea

Hunter whined. "now, now, hunter. your sister didn't whine this much, did she?" "sister?"

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Part 4 - The start of a new begining.

I watched him finally figuring that it was useless now, pausing for a moment, i folded my ears back and let out a little whine.

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Shogin and Andlat's Sleepover

He whined. "today was my first time in boy clothes since that pageant a month ago!" andlat nodded. "me too." he moaned. they had both participated in the little miss rosepetal pageant last month.

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The OutSider (Short Story)

He stuck the first tip of his dick in making her whine the rest inching hemself in geting whines and yelps from her, his still growing cock streatched her insides in both pain and pleasure mostly pain, he shoved another few inches geting to his knot

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Dog's Life

whining, he pressed flat against the cool floor submissively, hoping it would open. no - i'm not a dog. i'm not a dog.

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A Puppy Summer

Chase looked around as he started to suck on his paw, tasting the syrup and whining softly, as he watched his father.

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Vocational Retraining: Epilogue

I hung on tight to his wide neck,, the rash vertical movement preventing me from making even the smallest whine, not letting go even when he abruptly pulled to a stop.

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