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AI art 'Anara at the hot spring' with user description 'Remember the train ride? This is where she was going ;)'
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Anara at the hot spring

zesoul
AI art '🧸 Plush toy humping' with user description 'No toy? Nevermind, we still have plushies! 🌸😏'
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🧸 Plush toy humping

peterco
AI art "Scrap Metal Hunter"
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Scrap Metal Hunter

onkayetishar
AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

octavian
AI art 'Ruka ❤️'
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Ruka ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Some pajamas"
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Some pajamas

zuzul
AI art 'Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!' with user description 'About 3 weeks ago, Octavian made a post honoring 10 of the most creative minds on BetterWaifu. I was very honored to be included in that list and after I made a post to honor them back, I decided to share the love even further and feature 10* more creators who inspire me on BetterWaifu. I went through everybody's accounts and picked out my personal favorites to pay tribute to. I adhered to the 3 golden rules originally set by Octavian: 1) If there was a remix, I remixed it. 2) If there was no prompt, I made my own interpretation. 3) NO REFERENCE SHOT. Last time I only picked out 1 image per creator. This time I wanted to include as much material as possible, so now it's 3 different posts per person! 🤯 I randomized the order, so it's not from best to worst or anything like that. If you see anything you like, please check out the original creator's account and give them a follow! #1 - 3: @thoughtzi - A Small Show of Gratitude - Eye Candy - A Wild Waifusaurus I really enjoy your posts about the internationally celebrated days of [insert thing to celebrate]. I love how random they can get! International Tiara Day? World Thick Shake Day!? Who even decides these things!? 😂 #4 - 6: @shoon1234 - outdoor showering (shower show) - naked library - no locker room The world you create inside your posts always makes me laugh! It's very funny to think about how these 'What if...?' scenarios would turn out in the real world! #7 - 9: @smut317 - Warmicestudios Congrats on Getting 2K Followers - Introducing Annie - 100 Followers Anything involving your OC Ouka always gets my complete attention! She gives off such a nice and sweet vibe, but she also isn't afraid of using her body to get what she wants! 😍 #10 - 12: @usagi77 - When the love potion works a little too well… - Level Grinding - Fruit Girls Your recent series in which we got to date all your OC's was phenomenal and criminally underviewed! Of course I also enjoyed your previous posts but I think these dates were all pulled off tremendously! ❤️❤️❤️ #13 - 15: @gildenstein - Cyberpunk Hana Backstory Part 5 - Just calling a good friend - Neon light Hana You've allowed me the honor of working with some of your OC's before and I'm truly grateful to you! I'm generally not really a big fan of cyberpunk, but your 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD' series actually got me interested in a cyberpunk story for once. If that's not a sign of greatness, I don't know what is! #16 - 18: @grumshanks_bigman - Untitled - Untitled - Untitled I think I'm allowed to call myself the No.1 Ankha appreciater on BetterWaifu, but you are definitely the biggest Shantae fan on this platform! You upload images of her almost daily and I think they are all very high quality! Recently you've started creating videos as well and I don't think there's a single bad one in there! I do think it's unfortunate you don't name your posts though. Maybe you could name them like like: 'Shantae fellatio (1)' and 'Shantae & Rottytops tentacle fucked (4)'. They don't all have to be original names. Just a way for viewers (like me) to tell them apart. 😉 #19 - 21: @deathmask123 - Furries - Love is War- War over - Drowzee Hunting- *series in general* For the longest time I had been trying to recreate the style in your posts without any luck. I was so jealous of how your 'dark rooms' looked like, well... actually dark rooms! 😂 That is, until I finally found the secret sauce when putting this post together! I love all your 'Drowzee Hunting' posts! They can be very hot, creepy and funny at the same time! #22 - 24: @eric_pulgar - cant hold anymore! (1) - selfie! - beach day (4) I don't think you've shared your OC's names yet, but I love all the little scenes you put the two pink haired girls in! It's all very vanilla, but you prove that this doesn't have to mean that it's boring! #25 - 27: @doggomage - Miki The Punk - Miki Strikes Again - Mind Controlled Girl Miki's posts are some of my favorites on the entirety of BetterWaifu! I just had to dedicate more than one of the images to her story! I also wanted to pay honor to Hana, but neither Ankha's nor Tara's bodies were a good representation of her, eh... completeness? 😅 #28 - 30: @ririfake - Untitled - Untitled - Hidden sex? Wow! Just wow! So many wonderful pieces to choose from! Your posts always immediately stand out from the rest because of their colorful and artistic nature! You've introduced me to so many girls inspired by animals and monsters I didn't even know existed! While you title some of your posts, most of them are still untitled unfortunately. Like I mentioned before, a title helps a lot in differentiating your posts from one another. They don't all have to be completely different names. Just number them if you don't want to think up a lot of different titles for your monster girls! *My stupid monkey brain screwed up, because I actually planned to include 1 more creator in here. @happo's images will be in a separate post. I'm very sorry! 😖'
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Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!

terror2
AI art 'Frieren Cold Winter' with user description 'The snowstorm trapped me in their remote hut long before the hero's call ever reached me. I, Frieren, an elven mage wandering the northern lands, had sought only shelter from the blizzard. Two human brothers lived there—Garr and Lorn. Kind and respectful, they offered me warm broth without lingering glances. Shirtless always, their bodies sculpted by labor, they claimed their skin had adapted to the cold over years. "We don't feel it anymore," Garr said calmly. I found it curious but irrelevant. Days passed in white isolation. Boredom crept in for them. "Lady Frieren, any fun magic to pass the time?" Lorn asked politely one evening. I recalled Serie's garden that day—her naked form covered in cum, holes gaped by six men. She had told me, "When boredom strikes, I use this spell on myself. It makes everything vivid." She warned never to cast it on men. The reason slipped my ancient memory. I cast it on myself, then them. Pink light bloomed. Their cocks swelled instantly, doubling in thickness and length, monstrous and veined. Heat consumed me. Rational thought vanished. "I need those fat, huge cocks inside me right now," I said in my usual flat tone, cheeks flushed. "Don't make this elf beg." The magic overpowered their respect. Garr pinned me to the table, thrusting his enlarged dick deep into my tight pussy. I gasped softly. "Yes... stretch this ancient elf cunt with your massive human cock." Lorn pushed into my mouth, bulging my throat. I sucked hungrily, eyes calm yet glazed with need. What followed was relentless. They fucked me for hours in every way. Double vaginal, both gigantic shafts forcing my walls apart until I felt deliciously ruined. "Deeper, you big-dicked fools. Pound this slutty elf hole." Double anal came next, my ass stretched wide as they alternated and then filled me together. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, suspended between their strong bodies. Positions blurred—riding reverse, bent over the hearth, legs over shoulders. Cum flooded me endlessly, dripping from every gaped opening, yet their erections never softened. Five full days. The spell's curse showed: on men, it lasted without mercy. I meditated seven hours daily to recover mana, but they continued thrusting into my sleeping body, using my unconscious holes. In dreams, I still felt them. As the effect faded, pain bloomed—my uterus battered, pussy and ass utterly destroyed by their gigantic penises. I recast the spell on myself to chase more pleasure. "Keep fucking me... don't stop ruining your immortal whore." When the snow finally ceased, I limped away, body sore yet satisfied. That winter began a tradition. Every year I returned to their hut before my greater journey. They aged gradually, still vigorous enough to double-penetrate me senseless for days, my flat voice moaning slutty demands: "Fill this elf womb again with your huge cocks." I was careful with the spell after that first mistake. Time flowed. Humans withered faster than elves. One winter I found them frailer. Soon after, the hero party recruited me for the Demon King quest. I left the north, adventures consuming centuries in my long life. Decades later, after victory and farewells, I retraced my steps to that hut. It was destroyed—roof caved in by age and storms, walls crumbled. A single weathered tombstone read "Garr and Lorn – Kind Brothers." Beside it lay a skeleton, my old traveling blanket draped over its bones, as if one had waited until the end for the elf who visited each winter. I sat in the quiet snow, memories of those five-day blizzards washing over me—endless double anal, double vaginal, being gaped and filled while snow howled. "You big-cocked fools" I whispered flatly. A tear froze on my cheek. Elves endure. Humans do not. I placed a small flower on the grave and continued onward, the wind whispering faint echoes of pleasure and loss.'
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Frieren Cold Winter

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro sleepover' with user description 'The rain wasn’t just falling; it was a seasonal deluge that turned the Tokyo streets into rushing rivers of neon reflection. Nagatoro stood by the wide glass window of a luxury apartment belonging to an upperclassman from the swim club, watching lightning arc across the darkening sky. She had expected a small, quiet hangout with a few girls, but the host had invited five other guys from the university soccer team. With the trains suspended due to flooding and the roads blocked, she was effectively trapped. The apartment was cavernous, filled with the heavy scent of three large pepperoni pizzas and the frantic, rhythmic sounds of a high-stakes gaming tournament. Nagatoro sat on the edge of the plush sectional, her Switch in handheld mode, trying to maintain her usual armor of cool, mocking indifference. "So, Nagatoro," one of the guys, a tall striker named Hiro, said as he leaned back, balancing a greasy slice of pizza. "We see you around campus all the time with that skinny art kid. The 'Senpai' guy with the glasses." Nagatoro didn't look up from her screen, though her fingers tightened slightly on the Joy-Cons. "What about him?" "Just wondering if you’re actually dating him," another guy added, sliding closer on the sofa until his knee brushed against hers. "You spend every waking hour hovering over him like a shadow. Is he your boyfriend or what?" Nagatoro let out a sharp, practiced laugh, though it felt hollow in the crowded, testosterone-heavy room. "Him? No way! He’s just a shy, spineless little Senpai I like to toy with. It’s not like that. He couldn't handle a girl like me anyway." The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The casual banter died down, replaced by a focused, predatory energy that made the air feel thick. The five guys exchanged slow, knowing looks. Without the perceived "claim" of her Senpai to shield her, the dynamic in the room transformed into something much more intense. "If you're not with him," Hiro said, his voice dropping an octave as he set his controller down on the glass table with a definitive *clack*, "then you're officially fair game, right?" Nagatoro felt a prickle of heat rise up her neck. She tried to muster a biting retort, a classic "gross" or a sharp jab to put them in their place, but the words caught in her throat. The sheer physical presence of five athletic guys surrounding her in the dim light was overwhelming. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, focusing hard on the race on her screen, her heart hammering against her ribs. "We think you do," another guy whispered, reaching out to slowly trail a finger down the side of her neck. Nagatoro flinched, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away. "You're always acting so tough, Nagatoro. But you're here, the rain is stopping anyone from leaving, and we're all very... interested." For a long time, she resisted. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, snapping at them to back off and calling them losers. But they didn't flinch. They moved closer, one of them putting a hand on her waist, another leaning in so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. They began to ask her more directly, their questions shedding any pretense of subtlety. "Does he even touch you like this?" Hiro asked, his hand moving firmly to her thigh. "Does he know what to do with a girl like you? Because we do." Nagatoro stared at the Switch, her vision blurring slightly. She thought of Naoto’s hesitant smiles and then looked at the confident, hungry expressions of the men around her. The weight of the situation, the isolation of the storm, and the constant, rhythmic pressure of their touch began to wear down her defenses. Her grip on the controller loosened. "I... I told you, he's nothing to me," she stammered, her voice losing its edge. "Then prove it," Hiro challenged, his face inches from hers. "Forget about the art gallery kid for one night. Stay here with us." She looked at the door, then back at the window where the rain continued to hammer down, sealing them into this private, heated world. The silent pressure of five sets of eyes waiting for her answer felt like a physical weight. Finally, she let out a long, shaky breath. The rebellious, teasing girl vanished, replaced by someone overwhelmed by the moment. She slowly reached out and set her Switch face-down on the coffee table, the screen clicking into sleep mode. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over a sudden crash of thunder. "Do whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere." The pizza box was pushed aside to make room. As the storm raged outside, shaking the very foundations of the building, the boundaries of the "sleepover" vanished entirely. The night became a blur of shared heat and frantic energy that lasted until the sun finally broke through the clouds the following morning. When the streets finally dried, Nagatoro left the apartment in the quiet dawn, her usual persona left somewhere behind in the rainy darkness of the night before.'
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Nagatoro sleepover

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art 'Futanari Chan 1' for prompt: '1girl, solo, jessie_(pokemon), futanari, wide_hips, thick_thighs, tummy, fat, plump, from_below, squatting, boots, futanari_masturbation, breasts_out, nipple_pull, looking_at_viewer'
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Futanari Chan 1

proudbottom
AI art 'Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season' with user description 'Gonna be a whole new tribe of werewolves before the year is out...~'
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Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season

darkbae
AI art 'Rosa and Milotic's secret [Part2]' with user description 'Nauthy duo gonna have some fun. In middle of fun, Rosa needs to take a bit some rest with this exshausted sex and deep penetration. Milotic hasn't finished yet and ready to give a surprise'
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Rosa and Milotic's secret [Part2]

raizu
AI art 'Slime Girls' for prompt: 'plump, tall_female, size_difference, wide_hips, multiple_girls, yuri, fat, pubic_hair, slimy, slime_girl, monster_girl, futa_with_female, futanari, colorful, translucent'
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Slime Girls

proudbottom
AI art 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light. "**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady. A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me." Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust. "I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact." She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space. The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch. She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound. Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated. "How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve. But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed. "So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one." The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving." Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed. "This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all." ..'
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Fern Strategy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Wedding Night' with user description 'This version is refined to be slightly more concise, focusing on the raw intensity of the moment while ensuring it stays within your desired character count range (approximately 3,800 to 4,200 characters with spaces). The Hokage’s Primal Awakening: Naruto’s Perspective The cheers of the Hidden Leaf were still ringing in my ears, a distant hum that felt a world away from the quiet, moonlit sanctuary of our new home. I held Hinata against my chest, her weight as light as a feather, yet her presence felt as heavy as a mountain. I carried her across the threshold—the Seventh Hokage and his Queen. Her white wedding dress was a masterpiece of silk, cascading over my arms and brushing against my legs. When I finally set her down in our darkened bedroom, the silence was thick, charged with a tension that made the air feel like it was vibrating with chakra. "Naruto-kun..." she whispered, her voice a fragile thread. Her face was a deep crimson, her silver-lavender eyes filled with a vulnerability that hit me harder than any jutsu. "I... I’ve waited so long for this. I want to belong to you. Not as a ninja... but as your wife. Completely." My heart hammered against my ribs. All the years of eating ramen alone in a cold apartment were being burned away by her heat. I watched as she slowly knelt before me on the soft rug. Her fingers trembled as she reached for my belt. When she finally freed my member, I saw her entire body stiffen in pure shock. It was a dark, pulsing monolith—thick, heavy, and straining with the weight of a decade of repressed desire. My blood was a roaring river, relentless and south-bound. Hinata didn't look away. Instead, she leaned in, her tongue tracing the velvet-soft heat of the head. Then, she took me into her mouth. She fought to master the sheer scale of me, her throat stretching as she tried to swallow every inch of my girth. Tears pricked her eyes—not of pain, but of a fierce, overwhelming joy. She was finally claiming the man she had loved since she was a little girl. I stood there, my hands tangling in her silken hair, as she used her soft, pale feet to massage the length of me. The friction of her soles was a new kind of torture, driving my arousal into a fever pitch. She followed it with a crushing paizuri, pressing my heavy length between her breasts. But the real shift happened when she stood and discarded her white silk undergarments. There it was—her small, tight, untouched entrance. The hymen was intact, a shimmering barrier of purity. "Please," she whimpered, her voice ragged. "Don't be gentle, Naruto-kun. I want to feel all of you." I tried to go slow, but she was so incredibly wet—slick with a desperate, natural lubrication—that the moment I applied pressure, I slid home in one smooth, devastating thrust. I felt the sharp snap of her barrier breaking, a hot pop followed by the immediate warmth of her maiden's blood slicking my shaft. Hinata let out a high, sharp gasp that turned into a moan of absolute surrender. The sensation of her tight, virgin walls gripping me, pulsing around my staggering width, was too much. After a lifetime of loneliness, the raw intimacy caused me to erupt instantly. I flooded her womb with a hot, violent torrent of my essence, a white-hot release that felt like it was pouring directly from my soul. I pulled back, panting, as a cold chill of realization hit me. "Hinata... I... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to finish so fast. And... oh god, if I get you pregnant now... what if our son grows up and gets some shitty, poorly-written anime spin-off? I can't let that happen to the Uzumaki name!" Hinata laughed softly, reaching up to stroke my whiskered cheek. "It’s alright, Naruto-kun. Let the future be what it is. Just wait for me... I’m going to clean up and take off this heavy dress. Then, I want you to show me the true strength of a Hokage." When she returned, she stood before me in nothing but her radiant skin. The "hesitant" Naruto was gone. We moved to the second round with a primal ferocity. I drove into her, my length marking her pale, flat belly from the inside. Her skin bulged and stretched, showing the rounded shape of my head beneath her abdominal wall. Her pussy was red and swollen, a beautiful, bruised trophy of our union. Finally, I turned her over, finding her tight, unexplored rear. I entered her anus with a pressurized, heavy force. I held nothing back, hammering into her until she was screaming my name. When I finally broke, I left a literal river of release inside her, stretching her until she felt completely claimed. I had finally come home.'
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Wedding Night

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Steins;Gate' with user description 'Part I: The Observer Effect ​The Organization’s trap was subtle: a single bed in a cramped Akihabara hotel. I, Hououin Kyouma, was relegated to the floor, my lab coat a meager shield against the cold. Sleep was impossible; every time I drifted off, Kurisu’s chaotic sleeping posture snapped me back. Her heels struck my jaw, and her shins found my ribs with a precision that felt like a localized spatial distortion. ​Finally, a heavy strike to my nose sent stars dancing across my vision. I stood up, fuming, ready to lecture the "Assistant" on basic human boundaries. But the moonlight caught her in a way that silenced my pride. She was flushed, her breathing a series of ragged, desperate hitches. Her hand was buried deep in her shorts, moving with a frantic urgency. The genius girl was lost in a dream of her own making, her hips rocking against her own palm in a raw display of honesty. ​The sight hit me like a physical blow. My blood turned to molten lead, rushing south with a pressure that threatened to burst my very veins. If she could be this uninhibited, this real in the dead of night, then I would match her intensity. I fumbled with my belt, freeing my member—a monstrously large, pulsing monolith that stood dark and heavy in the pale light. I began to stroke myself, my eyes locked on her trembling form. ​Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. The silence was absolute. She stared directly at me—and then at the sheer, impossible scale of what I was holding. ​"OKABE! YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE, DEGENERATE, SEAMY PERVERT!" she shrieked, her face turning a color that defied the laws of optics. "What is that?! Why is it so huge?! Were you actually standing there, watching me, with... with that thing out?! I knew it! You’re a stain on the scientific community!" ​I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning. "Assistant! I can explain! It’s a biological response to your physical assault!" But she didn't look away. Her anger was masking a dark, rising curiosity. The experiment took an irreversible turn. ​Part II: The Subjective Reality ​I was frozen as Kurisu reached out. Her fingers wrapped around the velvet-soft heat of me. "How is this possible?" she breathed. Before I could answer, she leaned in, her red hair cascading over my thighs. She plunged her head down, gagging as she fought to master the intrusion. I watched, my jaw tight, as she swallowed the entire length, her throat working against the sheer bulk of me until I hit the very back. ​When she pulled back, gasping, she stripped and straddled me. She pressed her small, pale foot against my length to measure; I was visibly longer than her foot. She teased me with her soles, driving my arousal into a fever pitch, before she guided my tip to her entrance and sank down. ​The fullness was absolute. As she pushed down with a surreal energy, I looked down at her lower abdomen—my eyes widened as I saw the distinct protrusion of my own shape through her skin. It was a sight of total, beautiful corruption. The friction was too much; I surged, flooding her with a hot, heavy release. ​"Again," she pleaded, her voice a ragged rasp. "I want to be filled... everywhere." ​I watched her turn, offering her smaller, tighter port. When I entered her anus, it was a searing, pressurized conquest. I filled her until she felt like she would burst, her body molding to my staggering girth. Finally, she moved back to my face. ​She took me into her throat one last time, welcoming the suffocation. I pushed deep, my hand wrapping around her neck to feel the vibration of her breath. I could feel the head of my penis deep in her gullet, a sensation of ultimate depth and power. I fired a final, violent torrent so powerful it overflowed, spilling from her mouth and nose in a white, messy eclipse of her dignity. ​Part III: The Resultant (Makise Kurisu’s Perspective) ​My brain was offline. The logical, cynical Makise Kurisu had been replaced by something raw and starving. Taking him behind... it felt like being split open from the inside out. It was a tight, searing fullness that made my vision spark. When he released inside me there, it felt like a heavy, internal brand—a mark of ownership that went deeper than skin. ​But the throat... that was the final test. When I took him in that last time, I felt his hand on my neck, grounding me as he pushed deep. I felt the stretch, the suffocating, wonderful pressure of him filling my windpipe. I didn't care about the air. I only cared about the moment he broke. ​The taste, the heat, the sheer volume of him hitting the back of my throat was overwhelming. I felt it rising, overflowing, a literal flood that I couldn't contain. It felt like I was being drowned in him, and I loved every terrifying second of it. ​Now, I can’t move. My limbs feel like lead, and my skin is humming with a dull, blissful ache. I’m covered in the evidence of our madness, too weak to even reach for a towel. I look at Okabe—my "Mad Scientist"—and I feel a terrifyingly deep satisfaction.'
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Steins;Gate

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Pt 2: Ghostly goings on"
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Pt 2: Ghostly goings on

zesoul
AI art "Update on her living situation"
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Update on her living situation

zesoul
AI art "frieren pt.2"
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frieren pt.2

steven1599
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