Dining Hall

Commissions, Story
“Keep up Kaz,” Steffen called back to his boyfriend, the svelte otter turning his head over his shoulder and just giving a light smile as he looked back at the sight behind him. His eyes drank up just what he had created, the years of work that had gone into the creation of the walking wall of wolven adipose just bringing him pure and utter glee. The otter had to slow down his pace so that his request could even hope to be met, his lean legs much more mobile than the thick ones of his fattened lover… But Steffen was okay with that, in fact, he relished it. He didn’t want to say just how much he enjoyed it, but if the look on his face or the bulge…
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Capacity Test

Commissions, Story
“New animal detected. Scanning,” called out an electronic, monotone voice. The voice snapped Ian back to consciousness, making him yawn and stretch out as a red light passed over him. The brown bear had been drinking a little too much the night before with his friends out on their farm, and as a result, he didn’t quite want to open his eyes just yet; he could still feel a little bit of the booze flowing through his system. What did get him to open his eyes though was a pair of metallic claws wrapping around his limbs. That got his attention to snap him awake fully, and to get a light yelp out of his short muzzle. The chubby ursine was not one for being grabbed, so when he felt…
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Bar Tab

Commissions, Story
“Welcome, just take a seat anywhere!” Came a call from behind the bar, the large hybrid behind it giving a large grin and gesturing to the few open spaces up at the counter before him. Most were filled by varying furs, though there seemed to be a larger contingent of wider ones within that particular bar. Looking at the host, a toned wolfdragon who looked like he could hoist most of those he was serving over the bar without breaking a sweat, that seemed to be somewhat out of place. If one’s eyes kept on wandering around the bar though, they would see just what was drawing all of those fatter anthros into the bar. What at first looked like a wall of grey was actually moving, and covered in…
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Adding X’s

Personal, Story
Cursing under his breath, Dillon gave one more tug to his ill-fitting pants, his paws struggling to hold onto the straining material that was currently stuck just beneath the curve of his rear. He had worked the pants up his legs alright, though ‘Alright’ was a somewhat relative term considered that it looked like he was more wearing wrapping for sausage than pants once he took a quick look at himself. Those jeans were hardly going to make it fully up to his thighs and around his plush rear, and somewhere deep down inside himself, the collie knew that. These pants were his favorite pants. However, the canine having owned them for years, so he wasn’t just about to give up on them without at least somewhat of a fight.…
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