I'm sure you can tell that.
I wasn't really happy with how Bread was shaped before, so I furtherly exaggerated his body/head proportions, and gave him a further heavier top body.
Toony shark is toony. Delicious Bread.
I wasn't really happy with how Bread was shaped before, so I furtherly exaggerated his body/head proportions, and gave him a further heavier top body.
Toony shark is toony. Delicious Bread.
Category All / Muscle
Species Shark
Size 600 x 600px
File Size 59.3 kB
Listed in Folders
He's rather dumb. I don't think he even acknowledges when people are flirting with him.
He just finds himself sometimes without his shorts and goes with the flow.
Or wakes up without his shorts and leaking.
*continues to play with those pectorals, his fingers trailing the contours of that round slab of meat starting from the armpits, and reaching to the nipple edges. He traces the areolas in his fingertips, before twirling the swollen nubs into his index and thumbs, causing the shark to jut upward his giant pecs.*
He just finds himself sometimes without his shorts and goes with the flow.
Or wakes up without his shorts and leaking.
*continues to play with those pectorals, his fingers trailing the contours of that round slab of meat starting from the armpits, and reaching to the nipple edges. He traces the areolas in his fingertips, before twirling the swollen nubs into his index and thumbs, causing the shark to jut upward his giant pecs.*
Already on it.
*teeth grab the shark's tenacious nipple, chewing on its turgid fleshiness, and pulling it to a side, meeting the tough resistance of the shark's skin and body. He's held by a huge arm against his forehead, as in distance, but then pulled against, having his face splay towards the crevice of the large pair of muscle hills of the shark's pecs, leaning against the rock sculpted of those rows of abs. Bread just laughs dumbly, but then shudders as he gets his nub furtherly masticated in dragon fangs.*
*teeth grab the shark's tenacious nipple, chewing on its turgid fleshiness, and pulling it to a side, meeting the tough resistance of the shark's skin and body. He's held by a huge arm against his forehead, as in distance, but then pulled against, having his face splay towards the crevice of the large pair of muscle hills of the shark's pecs, leaning against the rock sculpted of those rows of abs. Bread just laughs dumbly, but then shudders as he gets his nub furtherly masticated in dragon fangs.*
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