Junk in the Trunk
"alright, you fatass bitch time is cheap. this drink, even cheaper. follow me and i'll eat you up. don't ya dare waste my time, snack."
Old story: "Country Music Sucks" (M/M)
Regardless, the grey crocodilian was irritated at being called a shrimp, and retorted: "yeah, no surprise why you can pin me down, fatass." garth was not quite a fatass.
Big Ray's Buffet
"god damn, look at the size of that guy, what a fatass haha" steve chided between bites, food circling his mouth and dripping slightly from his chin.
Running To Fat
If the fatass wanted to keep mobile, he didn't have time to prank john anymore. and that was the best gift of all, peace of mind.
At the Squish of a Catox
"so, you can drain energy, fatass?" ark snickered as he grinned back at the tanuki, awaiting a response. until... tanuki bulked up, putting on a few pounds instantly, his body heating up while his cells started to rapidly reproduce.
Fur Fighters, Chapter 3
"get up, fatass!" black blaze slowly got up, unable to stand up straight. he was hunched over like an old man, and blood dripped down from his broken nose. "are you entertained yet?"
Bully the Fox
"tell me what you are, fatass!" callum ordered, passing his phone to the tiger once more so that he could record the brutal railing stephan's behind was getting.
Chloe's Downward Spiral
They gave me the prompt of chloe from life is strange becoming a hairy, gross fatass; and given their preference for ftm, that's what i rolled with! it's a pretty quick story, and it's not my usual kind of tf, but i hope you enjoy it.
The Orphan and the Priest Chapter 2
Afterward, i stuck around a little and saw him get punched around and called names like, "lard ball," "sanctimonious fatass," and "catholicboy" the last with a derogatory undertone.
Humble starts chapter 1
"you fucking fatass" he muttered to himself, as he walked out of the bathroom. he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of forest green boxers and a slipped them on.
-Skin Preferences -
Some back of a fatass in some blue snug but almost wedgie inducing jeans and a red hoodie purchasing snacks and a drink from the machine. but that fatass - he recognized it almost instantly, but to get bernard out of the way. "rick, rick, rick..."
get crazy like sour skittles (chapter five)
The fox swallows and shakes out his sleek fur "so you're the one my fatass of a brother has been eyeing for me long." he smirks at his brother.