Chapter 2: More Than Peckish

The leafeon was keen on keeping him locked against that tubby gut, fatty rolls squishing against the otter's face and body.

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To Feed a Wolf

Laying back as you felt too fat to move, rubbing over your very round gut as the fox had a bunch of partially digested and chewed up food around his body inside.

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Outfoxed

She felt a hot flush come to her ears as she realized that she was too fat for her ribs to be easily found. she tightened her ears down flat to her head, miserable and angry. "oh she's really big! is she supposed to be this fat?"

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Sore Winners (Len)

Moss stuck out his fat ass first and let loose a few quick bursts of gas. then a noisy squeaker emerged from his behind, sounding like a balloon deflating.

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Chef Jo

It was almost as if the place had been made for fat people by fat people. fat being the word to describe anyone over a thousand pounds, as jo now was.

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A Special Gift

This time it wasn't softness nor was it fat, it was something else, something firm and tight. whatever it was, it felt wonderful as it continued to grow inside of her.

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Bolt vore: Cruel cat's dinner

fat, smooth in its texture and devilishly tasty...

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The Dragon And The Steed - Part 1

Knowing that you are such a glutton, they agreed to my plan to make you fat and slow, and fat and slow you have become!" the dragon began to circle the knight at a distance. "you may be right knight.

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After Dinner Mint

A thick tire of neck fat hit his head, kane's mane and ears flattening down against the yielding fat before they were pulled over it and right up to the jaws of the drake.

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The Couple that Eats Together

This is just a quick fat fur story, mostly with a fat falcon as they're are simply not enough of them. this isn't really an adult story as such, but i think it's still rather fun.

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Discipline

I tried to get dressed, and found my shirt hugged me like the casing on a plump sausage. _this has got to be at least three sizes too small—what did eckhart do?

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Jogging

Rolls of fat adorned the sides of his massive paunch, though he had a hard time seeing more than the tops of them as the roll of fat where his neck and chin had been was putting up a very good fight.

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