I had been walking around the mall all day long with my partners and best friends, legs aching. It had been a long day, and my arms were growing tired from carrying around all the shopping bags. ...Not to mention my gut was growling up a storm with how hungry it was.


“Sounds like we need to hit the food court.” My wife said, patting my ample belly with a chuckle.


I blushed and shrugged, letting out a shy la

The wall of fat and muscle that was Crypt Gallows let out a muffled groan, his jaws stretched open wide to accommodate the struggling rat man that was being stuffed inside.





"That's right sweetie, swallow him down." Stardust LaQueen purred, shoving the rat in deeper. The orange cat's tail swung back and forth, his free hand stroking eagerly at his cock. "This is the last one, and then you'll be don

The massive wall of green scales shifted in his seat, black button down straining over a huge gut. The alligator leaned forward with a sigh, uncapping the bottle of bourbon whiskey in his private office.




It was unusual for a mere bartender to have an office, cramped as this one was, but Crypt Gallows had more than earned it. He wasn't just a bartender at the Rad Seed Casino, but an undercover security guard as well.

I come to her enshrined in black, traditionally the color of mourning. For me, it is not of mourning, but instead of death–and I welcome death at her hands as I would welcome the touch of a goddess’ hand upon my bare, tear streaked cheek.




I tilt my head towards her, her eyes instantly ensnaring me and turning my blood to ice. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and while I do not desire to have sex

I slip my hands down the sides of my girlfriend’s swelling belly, breath catching in my throat. Her bowed lips, painted black and stained with icecream curl into a sultry smile.



“I’m still hungry, fat girl.” She coos, her own hands cupping one of my breasts as she pinches my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I wince, barely able to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. “Why don’t you keep f

I simply can’t stand to see you hungry.




My chubby fingers glide over the planes of your chest, down to the soft pudge of your middle. Such a little thing, barely there. A starter belly. And yet it feels like heaven as I circle my fingers around your belly button, my red nails catching on the curly fuzz of your happy trail.




The tiniest little pot, b