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AI art 'CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”' with user description 'A sexy, velvet female voice:
“I had just received the most beautiful pearl thong I’ve ever seen. I wish I could say
it came from a lover or a secret fan, but no. It came from the Tech Department. It is a special radar, beacon-thing. Most likely the pearls are not even real. But hey, they look so real I won’t tell anyone. I’ll pretend they were a real gift from a secret admirer.”

Barry opens another hard case. From it he takes out a couple of smaller pearl strings.
- “And I made matching anklets. Here, let me put them on you.”

Barry kneels down in front of her ready to place those anklets on her but as Pearl raises her knee and places her naked foot in front of him, Barry freezes. The sight of Pearl’s intimate part being so close to him, touching her leg and the scent of her perfume, makes Barry’s mind go blank.
Barry goes to a place where Pearl and him are together. A nice place where they live together as a married couple and where Pearl is madly in love with him. He imagines that Pearl is …

- “Barry915! Barry915! WHERE ARE YOU??!!” A loud voice on the intercom snaps Barry out of his fantasy.
- “Barry come on! They are waiting for us!” Pearl tells him.
- “What?! Ooh, sorry I… I… never mind!

Barry looks down and focuses his attention on placing both anklets as fast as he can.
- “They are beautiful, Barry! Thank you!!”
- “It is… (he wanted to say ‘a pleasure’ but instead he said) my job” He smiles.
- “Hey, Barry… (Pearl starts blushing) I need to ask for a favor, a BIG favor. Please don’t tell the guys that I haven’t had sex in a long time. Please Barry, please!! I’ll be the laughing-mockery of the Station!!”
- “Em, yeah, sure. Of course, I can keep a secret.”
- “Oh, Barry you are amazing!! Thank you so much!” (kisses him on the mouth) I love you, you know that!
- “Mmh, yes I know that. I love you too…”

Pearl rushes out the door.

TRAINING DECK - MOMENT LATER!
Everyone is there. Either naked on in their underwear. They are all showing their new devices to one another.
- “Hey, finally Jennings is here! Now we can start”

Commissioner addresses the crowd:
- “You have all been given updated devices. They all have a new feature that we will test right now. Behind that gate is a large labyrinth with hidden rooms with difficult or no access. Inside a few rooms we have manage to secure some. . . Catgirls”
- “What?!” Everybody is surprised.
- “Don’t worry! I assure you this means no harm to you! You will not be in ANY contact with them. And that is the whole purpose of this. You see “Cuteness” has a very special frequency. “Cute Girls” they vibrate at a HIGHER frequency. Color pink leaves traces. Your devices are specially equipped with radars and sensors that detect that high frequency so you’ll be able to detect when ‘cuteness’ is near by. Even if several feet away in another room. Now all you have to do is pay close attention at the vibration of your device and practice getting closer to the source. Of course the closer cuteness is the harder your device will vibrate”.

The gates unlock. One by one start walking in to that dark labyrinth.
- “Good luck ladies and gentleman”

(To be continued)'

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Ankha's urges

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[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office Lady's after work party continues 2 [part 2]

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A night to Remember

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AI art 'Angie Casting' with user description 'The humid, sterile air of the public train station bathroom was the first thing to hit my senses, smelling of industrial bleach, old rust, and the sharp, musky scent of unwashed bodies. My head lolled to the side, my silver pigtails messy and sticking to my damp neck. As consciousness trickled back into my brain, I felt a heavy, dull ache—a sensation of being stretched far beyond my limits.
*Ah... Atua is so generous today,* I thought, a dazed smile spreading across my face even before my eyes fully opened.
I remembered talking to Tenko earlier about the divine joy of being a vessel—how the physical body is just a tool for Atua’s will, and how I craved the sensation of being used until there was nothing left of me but spirit. Tenko had looked so flustered, but then she remembered it was my birthday and handed me a cup of coffee. It was bitter... and then the world had dissolved into a beautiful, velvety black.
Now, I was awake. My wrists were cold, held tight by heavy steel handcuffs that rattled against a rusted plumbing pipe. My ankles were shackled, forced wide apart to frame the entrance of my sanctuary. And in that sanctuary, there was a presence. A black, gigantic member was buried deep within my anus, rhythmic and relentless. The man behind me was a titan, his dark skin slick with sweat as he claimed me with a primal, wordless hunger.
To my left, resting on the grimy tile floor, sat a plastic bucket. It was overflowing with condoms, a mountain of latex meant to facilitate a marathon of devotion.
"Nyahaha! Atua, you really outdid yourself with this birthday party!" I chirped, my voice echoing off the graffiti-covered stalls.
The men were already lined up. I could hear their footsteps, their impatient breathing, the clinking of belts. They were the "unclean" of the world—hobos with matted hair and clothes that smelled like the gutter, stinking men with calloused hands, and wide-eyed teenagers. One after another, they stepped forward.
The titan behind me finished, a deep groan vibrating through my spine as he withdrew. Immediately, the next man took his place. Some were quick, driven by a frantic need. Others were slow and cruel. Every few turns, a man would ignore the bucket of condoms entirely. I felt the raw, searing friction of skin on skin, the hot, slick sliding of natural fluid as they bypassed the latex and drove themselves into the very depths of my core. My anus was a burning ring of fire, but I welcomed the heat. I welcomed the filth.
But then, the ritual shifted. A man, smelling of cheap cigarettes and desperation, didn't aim for the back. He guided his length into my pussy. The moment he slid inside, the thin veil of my composure finally shattered. I wasn't just a vessel; I was a participant in the divine ecstasy. My hips began to move of their own accord, meeting every thrust with a rhythmic, desperate grind. I was loving each and every one of them. I was cherishing the grit, the sweat, and the overwhelming scent of a dozen different lives converging inside of me.
"Thank you, Atua! Thank you for this glorious day of service!" I screamed toward the cracked ceiling, my eyes rolling back as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. This was the best day of my life. My body was being claimed by the world, and in that total surrender, I felt closer to the divine than I ever had.
The hours bled into one another. The sun must have set outside the station, leaving only the buzzing fluorescent lights to witness the carnage. For six hours, the line never stopped. At least sixty random men—each one a different flavor of desire—had used me. I was a map of their release, my skin painted in various shades of white and grey.
Finally, the heavy door of the bathroom creaked open. The last man, a scruffy teenager who looked like he was about to faint, finished inside my pussy and stumbled away, leaving me slumped against the pipes.
Tenko walked in. She looked around at the wreckage—the empty condom wrappers, the spilled bucket, and me. I was a mess. My silver hair was matted with fluids, my face flushed a deep, feverish pink. My entrances were gaped wide, raw and red, struggling to close after the constant assault. I was literally full of cum, the excess leaking out of me to pool on the cold, dirty tiles.
"Angie!" Tenko shouted, her voice a mix of horror and a strange, hidden pride. "Happy birthday! I... I hope Atua provided everything you asked for."
I looked up at her, my vision blurry but my heart soaring. I gave her a wide, toothy grin, my tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from my lip.
"It was perfect, Tenko," I whispered, my voice hoarse from six hours of praising the heavens. "Atua is so, so good."'

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Pokemon - Sharing his girls

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Alice in wonderlust

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

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Ranma transforms again

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Get Ready for the Ride of Your Life

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Random Twinks Pt.1

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Some design concepts for 3 chraracters from the BGC univers

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ARRESTED!!! (Part 2)

AI art 'READY TO GROW' with user description 'For the “Too long; didn’t read crowd (TL;DR) —> She has finished her training and feels ready. Farmers throw a good-bye party. She moves to Shanghai to look for her first fight.

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After she spends a great deal of time training and improving, her heart is healed and she is ready to leave the farmers behind. At her good-bye party farmers gave her a very special parting gift: They have all gotten together and made several blue and yellow dresses for her to fight with.

- “Huã, we know you scratch your clothes a lot so we made you several. We want you to think of us in your combats. The cotton stretches so you can fight comfortably and we made the slits on the side extra wide so your legs are free to move and kick"

Her heart is deeply moved by this present. No one has ever had such attentions with her before.
- “Go on… try them on”

She takes off her grey shirt and with delicate care puts on her new blue and yellow dress. (No images of this moment were created, sorry, didn’t get to it 😊 but for the first time we see her on her typical blue outfit. The one we all grew up watching… 😍 —— I wanted to make the getting of the typical Chun Li outfit a special moment)
She hugs everyone good bye. Everyone is there except Csaba (the hungarian man, the one who at first ejaculated prematurely when being with her - There is a deeper story here but we will not get to it now) She looks around and Csaba is not in the crowd. Looks to his hut and a new blue curtain held with yellow ribbons has replaced the old brown curtain.
- “He will be wearing your colors now” The old man tells her.
- “Please tell Csaba that I will miss him”
- “I will. He didn’t want to be here but he left this for you”
The old farmer hands her a small wooden box, (we’ll talk about the contents of this box later 😉) she smiles and hugs the elder good bye.

DAYS LATER - SHANGHAI:
After settling in a small room she goes to the Dongtai Road Market. She enters the winding labyrinth of stores and businesses and knocks on a special red door. Asks for “The Moderator”
- “Moderator? Got the wrong door. Don’t know what you are talking about?”
- “I am a new fighter and here’s my entrance!” She hands over a big stack of bills. The guy reaches for the money and closes the door back again. She stays quiet outside for a while and after a couple of minutes the red door opens again.

(For the next scene I don’t have all the images but you can sort of follow them with the text)

A DARK ROOM:
The Moderator, a mysterious man of whom we never see his face, we only hear his thick, deep voice. He sits behind an old desk in the shadows.

- “Who is the fighter?" Ask The Moderator.
- “I AM” Answers Huã with pride. The moderator looks at her for a moment and simply shrugs his shoulders as if not caring for the fate of this woman entering the most vicious underground fighting circle in the world.
- “Name?”
- “Huã Li”
- “Huã...? “Flower”...is that your fighter name?”
- “That is my name and that is the only name I have!” Responds defensively.
- “Don’t like it, it’s too...soft 'Beautiful Flower' too weak” Says The Moderator.
- “And you are so pretty that you are not just a flower, you are the whole garden! (One of the guys in the room says looking at her body) Hell, you are the whole spring season!!!

They all laugh.

- “Yes, (says another man looking at her ass and thighs) you are the WHOLE SEASON !!! (Their eyes widen with lust) You are CHUN-Li!!!
- “CHUN Li, ‘Beautiful Spring’ (Says The Moderator) That sounds much more fitting”
- “Yeah, whatever!! I don’t care about the name as long as I get to kick their asses!! Who’s first???”
- Well, we have several opponents tonight… (responds The Moderator) "A japanese zumo wrestler…"
- “Too easy. What else?”
- “A brazilian beast, a weird skinny dude from India, a big russian wrestler, an american playboy… oh, this one…. this might be a much better fit for you… another asian, a Japanese arrogant prick.”
- "I don’t care who’s first, If I have to beat them all I don’t care in what order I punch their faces!"
- "Ok, suit yourself. You paid the money to get in and you are in. Hey, Rocko (to his assistant) Go tell Ryu his first opponent of the night is here."
- "My pleasure, boss! I’ll tell him his next victim is here and she is ready to take it up the ass!!” Rocko is about to laugh when a single round kick to the face breaks half his teeth. Rocko drops unconscious to the floor like a sack of bricks.

She says quietly: “Not any more…”

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Beach Day Pt.2

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AI art 'Chapter 8: “Nurse Josephine”' with user description 'Suggested soundtrack for this chapter —> https://youtu.be/OqiHVct5MYE?si=DcvWvPYsNLjiAXzw

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- “Well, I've… been a nurse for 6 years. Graduated from nursing school at Waifu University and started working ever since. My husband was a doctor here too, so I was used to spending most of my days here any way. After my husband died I would go home after work to an empty house, so I started taking extra shifts just to keep myself busy. Working kept my mind occupied and helping others gave me a purpose to get out of bed. Then something interesting happened… I realized how much faster patients healed when someone paid close attention to them. You see, sometimes people just need to know there is someone that cares for them. Sometimes they need to express love rather than receive it. Sometimes all they need is to talk, nothing more so I’m here for them. The wounds of the body usually start in the heart. There is no reason for me to be home any more, so I’m here all the time”
- “If you don’t mind my asking… What happened to your husband? How… ?”
- “He died during ‘The night of the 8’ He was on duty that night.”

Detective Pearl was not expecting that answer.
- “Oh! The Night of The Eight…”
- "It was my day off but I got an emergency call from my husband. He didn’t have time to explain he just said: Hurry, we need extra hands! By the time I got here it was too late, the break-in had already happened”
- ⁠”Yes, August 8th. We lost a lot of people that night…” Pearl answers. “I was on duty that night too. You see...I was the one who caught their leader"
- ⁠”It was you?? You are the one who caught Octavian?!"

FLASHBACK:
A much younger officer Pearl holds up her gun against the enemy.
- “Octavian, don’t make me do it!! Please, stop!”

PRESENT TIME:
- "Yes. I... caught… Octavian. That's how I got promoted to Detective 1st class"

Pearl gets sidetracked by the memories, but immediately catches herself up and pulls herself back on track.
- “Yes, I got that bastard. But I’m not here to talk about old ghosts. I’m here to talk about the patient you received last night” Her attitude and voice stiffs up. Almost as if forcing herself up to be serious and rude.
- “Oh, yes, right… uhh, well, about 11:30 last night an ambulance brought in the subject. He was completely naked. No id, no wallet or anything to identify him but his long black hair and his tattoos.”
- “Tattoos?”
- “He had red flowers tattooed from his lower back all the way up his left shoulder and chest. Most of his body was scratched”
- “Probably a large feline, said the report”
- “At first we thought that , the size and depth of the marks could match that description but not the patterns. Large felines attack face and neck. It was his body that was injured, not the face and the scratches were in a random pattern. I think he was trying to get away and was running while being attacked. He was delusional and talking in his sleep. He mumbled things like: The lady from First Post, watch out - Lady from First Post - dangerous”
- “Lady from first post?” Repeats Pearl.
- “At least that’s what I understood. I could have heard wrong. Does it mean anything to you? Do you know what he’s talking about?”
- “Lady from ‘FIRST POST’ dangerous… yes, I have an idea. Red Flower tattoos, long black hair. That would be Johnny Astor, he’s the kind of guy who likes to be in the wrong place at the wrong time”
- “That’s all I could say, really. Because I was attending his wounds when he got up frantically and just ran away. He seemed really scared”

Detective Pearl has all she needs.
- “You have been really helpful Nurse Finnegan, thank you for your time”
- “Please, call me Josephine” She smiles at Pearl.
- “Josephine, thank you for your time” Pearl smiles back.

Detective Pearl leaves the hospital. As she melts back into the city crowd the ghosts of the past creep back in. Images of ‘THAT’ night come back to her.

FLASHBACKS:
* “Octavian, don’t make me do it!! Please, stop!” She begs. “GET DOWN HERE, PLEASE!!” Tears roll down her face.
* “Octavian, my love, if ANYTHING of what we had was real, I beg you to stop…”
* “I’m sorry Pearly-boo” He says.
* “Don’t … please …. Don’t make me do this…“ Raises the gun at him. “Turn yourself in, please!!! We can work something out TOGETHER! PLEASE!!!” She begs with all her heart.
- “I’m sorry baby… it was never supposed to end this way…”
- “NO OCTAVIAN!! NOOOOO!!!“

BANG!!!!

The sound of ’THAT’ gun shot resonates inside Pearl still to this day.

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