Gym Rat
The rat had grown his upper body into something more of a showcase of muscles than an anthro's frame, his pecs each the size of moobs on some furs, and yet absolutely pure muscle.
After Dinner Mint
His legs kicked weakly at the moobs of the drake, rippling rolls of fat running down the sides of the drake as the impacts bounced off him like rocks off a windshield.
V for Vore
A few solid gulps, and he was up to the lapin's moob-encased chest.
Monster Hunter: A Mountain Of Trouble
Panicked he looked down at himself to find his view was filled completely by a massive beige scaled belly with his chest swollen into watermelon sized moobs.
Stay Puffed
He was indeed chubby, with thick thighs, a plush rear, a pair of heavy arms and slightly-drooping moobs, and a paunch which protruded liberally over his belt line.
A Corpulent Husky
It was his most prominent feature, how could it not me; besides the lovely pair of moobs on his chest and his rather squishy thighs and ass. he was fluffy more than husky; looking back on it now he doesn't regret it in the slightest.
Chapter 1: The Sweet, Swelling Secrets of Suspicious Sap...
Thicker hips, chubbier moobs, flabbier limbs, plumper cheeks...and even that distended belly grew pot-bellier, softer and rounder and all the more roomy for the sticky feedings. and that fur...
Letting Loose
Moving up from the grand sphere of his gut, the naga could see his pecs had blown up and fattened into moobs, which would assuredly need a bra to keep from being sloshed too much with any movement. his arms...
Doughnuts
He then brushed a few crumbs from his bulging cheeks, missing several but very obviously not caring about appearances as he had far more crumbs on the sagging mounds of moobs which hung from his bloated chest.
Astray
A few crumbs bounced from the smacking muzzle above his head onto his torso, but kai paid them little mind and instead just looked over the moob-horizon which sasuke possessed and waited as patiently as he could for the hybrid to stop glutting.
Akala
The moobs which draped heavily to either side of that stomach to form underarm lovehandles of their own, propping the flabby wings of blubber that the wingless dragon had up and away from that overblown torso.
Bag
Bag under one fatty arm, pressed right into the side of one of his large, furred moobs, the draolf just lumbered along at his own pace in spite of being nearly ten minutes late to a meeting he had set up.