Evolution Part I: Chapter Thirty-two
The lard filled shepherd lab lay there, his taught curved skin rippling with the force of his breaths. he said nothing. i considered saying something then, but decided against it.
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Thirty Five
Wrogan-- "i don't care what that tub of lard says," vaazkima waved him off. "you," he pointed at stark, "and you," he pointed at me, "are my property.
Valewood Eyrie Communiques, a POSC crossover with Zmeydros.
You don't need a permit to walk your bureaucratic lard bucket down to the krispy kreme do you? no. you just waddle into the lobby and tell an intern who has much better things to do to go get it and bring it back.
Chapter 6
Men grow fat off of the suffering of others and when their actions threaten to destroy all that the humans hold dear they are given more lard to feast upon because they have become so important that were they to fail the rest of the humans would go with them
Trials of Capacity
"those fat tubs of lard? one look inside the tent and anybody will just assume they went to get that food themselves. i'd believe it if i wasn't there..."
Cops Love Doughnuts
She just wanted a snack, not to become a blob of lard! sylveon rubbed dynah's belly and hopped onto it, easily fitting her whole body up there. "you heard me. sure you're stuck now, but you're not immobile...yet!"
Second Thoughts
His legs were spread out in front of him, too swollen with lard to let him sit cross-legged - although, i guess i'm not in much better shape. his thighs looked more like tree trunks than anything else.
Ch. 3: Green
Move your lard ass out of the way!" garen yelled before he slammed bart to the side and into the door frame, then stormed inside the house.
Offering
His whole form looked like a sagging balloon filled with lard, and kent felt that way to a certain extent, but more than anything; he felt hungry. so hungry he was, that the womble didn't notice a looming figure approaching him.
To the Winner Go the Spoils
He couldn't be any smoother if he was covered in lard. or vaseline.... ...lube... fucking mental images. "i'm nineteen." carson shrugged, looking off in the direction of the kitchen kelly had disappeared to.
No Light to be Seen: Chapter 19
The man's belly was not small in the slightest; add on a white beard and a red suit and the man would be a perfect match to santa claus "if you only you would listen to me and eat more than you would have more than enough muscle to haul my 'lard ass'
Try Being the Only One
If you didn't hear the big lard bucket over there say my name, i'm t.k. his brother" i perked up at this. i had another brother. i took the offered hand, "hi. i'm tristyn. it's nice to meet you t.k."