Kyle’s shift had started like any other, but the growl in his stomach never let up. He hadn’t managed to eat before coming in, and as the hours dragged on, the hunger became impossible to ignore. When the dragon wandered past, looking far too appetizing for his willpower to resist, instinct took over. Now, with his uniform straining against the swell of a restless gut, Kyle stood there flushed with guilt. Every groan, every squirm inside reminded him not of satisfaction, but of how quickly a moment of weakness could outweigh his better judgment.
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fataltragedy2004
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Kyle the Werewolf © Howlin' Hugs/Werecleaner
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For
fataltragedy2004Art © me
Kyle the Werewolf © Howlin' Hugs/Werecleaner
Check out the alts here
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 3408 x 2433px
File Size 6.86 MB
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