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AI art "Futanari Nurses"

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Futanari Nurses

AI art 'Nagatoro Nightmare' with user description 'The snacks were scattered across the low table, and the character sheets were stained with soda rings. Nagatoro sat cross-legged on her bed, leaning over the edge to glare at the four boys huddled on the floor. They were deep into the final session of their custom RPG campaign. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the boys rolled their dice, trying to liberate a coastal town that had been brutally conquered by a horde of orcs.
The DM described the grim reality of the setting—the orcs hadn't just taken the gold; they had taken the women, keeping them in makeshift breeding pits to ensure the horde’s future. "We have to save them," one of the boys muttered, determined. After hours of intense dice rolls and strategic planning, the party emerged victorious. They had slaughtered the orc chieftain and freed the captives. Exhausted by the 12:00 AM mark, the group decided to crash. The boys sprawled out on the sofa and the floor, while Nagatoro retreated to the center of her bed, drifting into a heavy, dark sleep.
The nightmare began the moment she closed her eyes.
In the dream, the victory had been a lie. She was back in that town, but she wasn't the hero—she was the captive. The air was thick with the stench of musk and iron. She was dragged into a damp, stone-walled chamber where the air tasted of copper. She was sobbing, genuine tears of terror streaming down her face as the massive, green-skinned shadows loomed over her. The orcs were relentless, their forms hulking and terrifyingly endowed with gigantic, pulsing members.
Just as she thought her spirit would break, one of them turned her over, pinning her face-down against the cold floor. She felt the sudden, violent intrusion as a massive cock forced its way into her asshole. She screamed into the dirt, feeling as though her body was being physically destroyed, her narrow frame stretched beyond its limits. But as the orc began to pump with a primal, rhythmic ferocity, the agony underwent a traitorous metamorphosis. The destruction of her ass sparked a white-hot, agonizingly intense pleasure that radiated through her entire nervous system. In that dream-state, she was a broken toy, coming once, twice—six times in total—her body convulsing in rhythmic waves of dark, shameful ecstasy as she was filled to the brim with their seed. In all her holes...
She sat up abruptly at 7:00 AM, the sheets sliding down her skin. The wetness was real. She felt the heavy, cold slickness between her legs and the uncomfortable, full sensation deep in her bowels. It wasn't just a dream reaction. She was coated in it—thick, drying puddles of cum smeared across her thighs and matted into the hair of her pussy.
"YOU DISGUSTING CREEPS!"
Her voice tore through the quiet house like a serrated blade. Within seconds, the sound of panicked stumbling erupted from the living room. The four boys, looking disheveled and guilty, huddled in her doorway, trembling under her predatory glare.
"Look at me!" she hissed, gesturing to the stains on her bed. "I wake up and I’m literally a mess because of you four! While I was having a nightmare about being used by monsters, you were actually doing it!"
The boys looked at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.
"Answer me," she demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous, low crawl. "How many times did you do it? How many times did each of you come inside me?"
The tallest one swallowed hard. "We... we lost count of the total, Nagatoro-san. But each of us... we each came at least five times. We couldn't stop ourselves."
"Five times each?" She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "And how long? How many hours was I out while you were treating me like a communal toy?"
"From midnight," another boy stammered, his face bright red. "We started right after we 'finished' the RPG at 12:00 AM... and we didn't stop until about 5:00 AM. You were so deep asleep, you just kept taking it..."
Five hours. They had spent five hours taking turns destroying her while she was trapped in a dream of being conquered. A strange, manic energy flickered in Nagatoro’s eyes. The anger was there, but the lingering ghost of those six dream-orgasms was mixing with the reality of being filled by all four of them for half the night.
"Five hours of using me as a hole, and you think you’re just going to go home?" She stood up, the wetness dripping down her leg, a dark, commanding smirk pulling at her lips. "You’ve had your fun with a doll. Now that I’m awake, you’re going to see what it’s really like. All four of you—get in here. Close the door. You started this campaign, now you’re going to finish it under my rules."'

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Nagatoro Nightmare

blackhairedstudent

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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Angie Casting

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Huffy bath time' with user description 'Anara isn't very happy with you.
You both get in the bath. She says neither of you can smell of sex when meeting each other's parents.
'But she's so cute in the bath though!' you think, as a little friend pops out to play.

"...We're already in the bath, so it's fine."
And Anara agrees to some bath play.'

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Huffy bath time

AI art 'Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.' with user description 'Mireya and Neli were enjoying their day off when suddenly they heard a terrifying scream coming from an alley.
There they found a demon attacking a girl. Neli quickly attacked the demon with a flying kick, while Mireya cast a spell that engulfed the demon in flames.
The badly wounded demon ran off. Once they had calmed down, they asked the girl what had happened, and she told them her story.
My name is Elena Duboys; my mother recently died of an illness, and my father fell into a rage. I try to take my mother’s place with the housework so my father can recover from the loss. My father couldn’t bear the loss of his wife and was consumed by a demon that attacked him while he slept.
Thanks to the fact that you happened to be passing by, you rescued her, but her father ended up being consumed by the demon. After hearing the story, Mireya invited her to the club, which led Elena to decide to live there, and she ended up cleaning up the mess left by the group members—mostly Neli, who is a disaster. The end.'

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Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.

AI art 'femboy images that didn't make it' with user description 'Some of the images for my femboy story that didn't make the cut but are still good.'

9

femboy images that didn't make it

AI art "Get Ready for the Ride of Your Life"

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Get Ready for the Ride of Your Life

AI art "Random Twinks Pt.1"

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Random Twinks Pt.1

AI art "Beach Day Pt.3"

20

Beach Day Pt.3

AI art "Sissy Fun"

10

Sissy Fun

AI art

Senza titolo

AI art 'fff' for prompt: 'double penetration,2Futa, (gigantic cock:1.4),fishnetbodysuit,black latex gloves, long_black_hair, black lips, makeup, internal cumshot,chastity cage,reverse suspended congress,lace-trimmed garter belt,stomach inflation,excessive cum in mouth,(1male,rolling eyes,short hair,stomach inflation),rude,futa from behind,legs_over_head,reverse suspended congress,futa_with_male,from below
Masterpiece,Best quality,animation style,8K'

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fff

AI art 'Shocked elfboy'

Shocked elfboy

AI art

Senza titolo

AI art "Beach Day Pt.2"

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Beach Day Pt.2

AI art 'Femboy BJ' for prompt: 'fellatio, balls_deep, huge_testicles, testicles_on_chin, brown pixie_cut, topless with tan_lines, femboy blowing futanari, hand on head, smiling at femboy'

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Femboy BJ

stormyboatsailor

AI art "Thirsty Girls"

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Thirsty Girls

AI art 'Super Smash Sisters' with user description 'Do not the Kirby

(Bonus pics at the end)'

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Super Smash Sisters

AI art "Demon Femboy footjob"

2

Demon Femboy footjob

AI art "Ganondorf keeps himself busy waiting for the hero if time"

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Ganondorf keeps himself busy waiting for the hero if time

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