Legion of Sytarel - Ch. 1: Northward Bound
Take that tub of lard philem with you. he looks like he could stand to lose a few pounds." digran's lips curled into a smirk.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Thirty-six
Cuddling up with other dogs was the only protection aside from the natural layers of lard coating me. i'd gotten so large around the middle, i could not curl up to protect myself from the chill.
The Raiders
"pssh, i have to dig through the lard... ok clear. what now?" "mench, get over here and carry him to our hideout." "he's a bit wide... someone will have to lead me there since i can't see over him." "you can carry it? i'm impressed."
Crucible, Part 16
“lard of some kind. with diced potatoes.” he looked like he didn’t entirely believe her. “is it… made well? this stuff here?” there was a spoon on the plate, which didn’t seem to have been used.
Chapter 1: My journey gets off to a late start
I ran over and started yelling "hey muk over here i've got plenty of food on me, and i'm just a defenseless human you over grown tub of lard!!!!" the arcanine and the other pokemon looked at me then ran past.
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..."
None So Vile 11: New World Order
“go back down the hall, light each of the stoves, stoke them high and feed them lard if you must, i want this block warm, damn it!" alabaster gasped, breathing slowly as the feeling inched its way back into his body.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 33: The Spark and the Stone
“that big, greedy lard head will double our tithe the moment he hears.” “i still stand by refusing him last time,” nelneras growled. “better to keep our souls whole than sell them in pieces.”
The Health Cruise: Chapter One
She winked, almost pressing against him a little more just to feel his flabby body push and mold against her lard-coated leg and ass.
A Biography of a Human: Lycoctonum
“_looks like they are starting to heat up the ovens and pits,"_ i thought as i pictured the vixen iahal in her zone, wearing those long lamb-skin gloves, her face and fur smeared with lard, both precautions done to make sure no fur fell into the meals.
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.
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.