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AI art 'Tojo Casting' with user description 'The private observation chamber was a masterclass in voyeuristic luxury. The center of the room featured a transparent glass cube, reinforced to withstand immense pressure, surrounded by a plush lounge where twelve "Elite Benefactors" sat in silence. They had paid a king’s ransom to witness the impossible: the systematic dismantling of the Ultimate Maid’s composure. Kirumi Tojo stood inside the glass, the cold surface pressing against her back, while the colossal man loomed before her. "They didn't just come to see me finish, Kirumi," the man wheezed, his heavy hand slapping against the glass wall. "They came to see you fail. They want to see that 'Perfect' mask crack when nine hours of my girth meets that tight, virgin ass of yours. You’re being fucked for an audience." Kirumi didn't spare a glance for the men outside the glass. "My audience is irrelevant, sir. My focus is entirely on the fulfillment of your needs. If your satisfaction requires a witness, then that is simply another layer of the service I provide." The man’s mocking laughter echoed in the cube. "We’ll see how 'professional' you stay. Because I’m going to start with you in that uniform. I want to feel the lace and the fabric tear as I split you open." The first three hours were a brutal display of endurance. Forced against the glass, Kirumi remained in her full maid uniform, the back of her skirt hiked up as the man made his initial, violent entry. The impact of his massive frame sent tremors through the glass, creating a rhythmic, wet thumping sound that the observers watched with bated breath. Kirumi’s face was pressed against the cold surface, her eyes wide and focused on her own reflection as the fabric of her bloomers was shredded by the sheer force of the intrusion. At the four-hour mark, the man paused, his breath hitching. "Strip," he commanded. "I want the rest of this to be skin on skin. I want the glass to feel every bit of your heat." Kirumi obeyed with mechanical precision. She stepped out of the ruins of her uniform, standing completely naked in the center of the glass box. Her pale, lithe body was a stark contrast to the man's gargantuan, sweating form. She returned to her position against the glass, her hands splayed against the surface for balance, her spine arching as he reclaimed his position. The remaining six hours were a symphony of degradation. To the onlookers, it was a biological anomaly. They watched as the man’s monstrous girth relentlessly hammered into Kirumi’s posterior passage, the friction turning her skin a deep, angry crimson. Through the glass, they could see the terrifying extent of the stretch—the way her uninitiated opening was forced to yawn around a diameter it was never meant to house. As the ninth hour approached, the man’s movements became a frantic, desperate surge. With a final, guttural roar, he slammed Kirumi one last time against the glass, his weight making the entire structure groan. He finally achieved his release, a massive, cooling deluge that flooded her ravaged core. When he finally withdrew and the doors to the cube slid open, the silence in the lounge was deafening. The "Perfect Maid" didn't collapse. She leaned against the glass for support, her legs trembling violently. Her anus was a catastrophic ruin. The tight, pristine seal was gone, replaced by a dark, distended void that remained wide open, pulsing with the shock of nine hours of total expansion. The muscles had been pushed so far past their limit that they hung paralyzed; the opening was a permanent, gaping circle, unable to retract or close. A thick, dark mixture of blood and fluid leaked steadily from the hollowed-out aperture, pooling at her heels and smearing against the glass she had been pinned against. Despite the fact that her anatomy had been fundamentally altered—that she was now a "virgin" with a permanent, yawning hole—Kirumi reached for a cleaning cloth. "The service has been completed," she whispered, her voice a hollow rasp. She began to wipe the man's sweat and her own blood from the glass, her movements stiff and agonizing. To the stunned rich men watching, she was no longer just a maid; she was a monument to a devotion that had survived the impossible.'
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Tojo Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Mireya's day off.' with user description 'Mireya, the boss, is always so busy—she’s almost always at the club, reading about rituals or scouting out the perfect locations for missions. Every now and then, it’s good for her to unwind.'
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Mireya's day off.

crow-7w7
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Sans titre

dustmite
AI art "Random Twinks Pt.1"
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Random Twinks Pt.1

femfutafiend
AI art "Random Twinks Pt.4"
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Random Twinks Pt.4

femfutafiend
AI art 'Puppy's Second Chance' with user description 'This post is a continuation of @gildenstein's post 'What shall I do with my little puppy?'. Link: https://betterwaifu.com/post/snfq9ql Thank you ×1000 for sharing Arazni's prompting with me and allowing me to make a post with her, Gildenstein! 🥰 —— Story time —— *Gaaasp!!* I woke up choking for air, my head pounding like it had been split open. “Where the hell am I?” Memories trickled back. I’d gone home with Arazni, the stunning woman cosplaying as some ancient fantasy queen. She was insanely hot, so when she begged for pet-play, I went along with it. Things escalated fast. Her blowjob was mind-blowing. I came embarrassingly quick, without warning, straight down her throat. That’s when everything went hazy. I vaguely remember her “punishing” me with a spanking that only turned me on more. Then her eyes glowed, and the next time her mouth wrapped around me, it felt… wrong. My consciousness faded. Now I stood in an unfamiliar room wearing only my boxers. No clothes in sight. I stepped into a long stone hallway lined with heavy wooden doors. “This place is massive. Does she own a whole damn castle?” I pressed my ear to the first door. Strange noises came from inside. I cracked it open. Three glowing eyes of a gigantic dog-like monster stared back at me. I slammed the door shut, heart hammering. The beast roared but couldn’t get through. “Holy shit… was she actually a 3,000-year-old lich?” The next room was a treasure hoard—gold, weapons, armor, and best of all, clothes. None of the shirts fit, but I finally had pants again. That’s when I heard her voice echoing from downstairs. I crept toward it. Arazni sat on a throne, commanding an army of skeletons in a language that twisted in my ears. When she finished, she moved into a side chamber. I followed silently. She was studying a map when I stepped behind her and gently touched her shoulder. She spun around, face twisting into a demonic snarl. Purple flame ignited in her palm. “WHO DARES—” In pure panic, I grabbed her breasts over her robe. Her rage vanished instantly. The flame disappeared. “Puppy…? I thought I killed you. I only meant to punish you a little…” I grinned. “You think that was enough to finish me? I’ve had worse nights at the BetterWaifu Bar.” I fondled her softly, then caressed her chin. I continued. "Were you going to cry over me?" She looked away, cheeks faintly flushed. “This body hasn’t cried in over two thousand years,” she muttered. “I was just… disappointed our fun ended so soon.” With a smug smile, she snapped her fingers. Her clothes dissolved into shadows, leaving her naked except for her crown and bracelets. Another snap and my pants vanished. “Jeez, I just got those!” She pushed me onto a bed that hadn’t been there a second ago and straddled me. "Are you ready to fuck a lich?" Arazni whispered seductively. Before I could reply, she sank down onto my thick cock, her tight purple pussy stretching around me. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise at my size, and a cute, involuntary moan escaped her lips as a faint blush colored her pale, undead cheeks. She began riding me with eager rolls of her hips, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every bounce. Embarrassed by her own shameless sounds, she quickly spun around into reverse cowgirl position, hiding her flushed face while continuing to bounce harder on me. "I'm cumming!" I warned breathlessly. "Do it! I'm so close too!" she gasped, glancing back over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes. Her inner walls clenched tightly around me as I exploded deep inside her. Arazni cried out, her whole body shaking violently. She collapsed forward, face buried in the sheets, her crown tumbling off beside her. Her ass remained raised invitingly in the air, my cum already leaking from her well-used pussy. Still rock hard, I positioned myself behind her. "Is this lich ready to get fucked in the ass?" Not waiting for a response, I pushed into her tight rear. She let out muffled arcane shouts into the bedsheets as I thrust deep and steady. It didn't take long before I pulled out and painted her smooth back with my second thick load. Arazni rolled onto her back, breathing heavily, staring in disbelief at my unrelenting erection. "Really? A third round already? Fine... you can use my tits." I straddled her stomach and slid my shaft between her perfectly sized breasts. With the last of her strength, she weakly pressed them together around me. The sight of her exhausted, cum-streaked face drove me even wilder. I thrust between her soft mounds until I erupted, shooting thick ropes across her face and chest. She let out one final soft groan and passed out completely spent. I stood and admired the beautiful ancient lich queen lying there, covered in my cum. Spotting her fallen crown, I grinned. "Perfect souvenir for the boys." I placed it on my head. The world spun in swirling shadows and magic. Suddenly, I was back in my own bedroom, wearing nothing but the ancient crown. —— To be continued? ——'
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Puppy's Second Chance

terror2
AI art "Miss Makima milks you after work~ <3"
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Miss Makima milks you after work~ <3

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Sans titre

nlmaster
AI art "akumu? (Ruka)"
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akumu? (Ruka)

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AI art "Maki's papa(katsu)"
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Maki's papa(katsu)

wasabikuzu
AI art "Samee the Size Queen"
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Samee the Size Queen

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AI art "Not letting each other sleep"
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Not letting each other sleep

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AI art 'You watching this (Based) (Image)'

You watching this (Based) (Image)

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AI art 'Ranma is missing PChan' with user description 'Ranma: Ryoga... why did you have to leave? Ryoga: Ranma!! What the hell!!? Ranma: When did you come back? And why don't you knock on the door!!?? Ryoga: Is tat my headband? Ranma: It is not what you are thinking! ...2 hours later... Ryoga will you cum-back tomorrow? :P'
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Ranma is missing PChan

ranma-chan
AI art "Rias and Akeno cum slut"
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Rias and Akeno cum slut

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AI art "Batman"
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Batman

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AI art "Rainy nights"
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Rainy nights

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AI art "Izetta"

Izetta

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AI art "No Reading!"
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No Reading!

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AI art 'From childhood friends to lovers'
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From childhood friends to lovers

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