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Made to breed Umas. My OC's name is Isla, please give her some love and comments

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AI art 'Witch Isla (400 Follows)' with user description 'Thank you for 400 now, it was only 2 weeks ago I marked 300 - you're really ramping up.

It's really difficult to make detailed Isla content as her prompts take up a lot of real estate. I've been trying with this to use the new image to image to iterate and build up prompts that way; its still finicky but it seems to work better, and is far less credit intensive. I really love her and I want to be able to do more with her so this might be the way to go; she'll always be a shy girl at heart and we wont be making her do anything too extreme but she's happier to be a little more risqué from time to time.

In general her posts tend to get the least engagement of mine but that just makes me want to help her show off more. My goal is to get her popular enough for crossover works (Isla & Pip when?)
Please give her a like and comment if you see an Isla post, and I'm always happy to take requests in general.

See you for 500!'

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AI art '"WANNA DAAAATE?"' with user description 'I had just finished loading a supply of food in my SUV when I heard a loud feminine screech.

"WANNA DAAAATE?"

I looked at the opposite side of the street. A zombie girl stood staring at me. She had messy, greasy, blonde hair, bags under her red eyes, and pale skin. She wore a red bikini top that seemed a size too small, making her ample breasts seem larger. She wore a threadbare black miniskirt that barely covered her pussy. She topped off her ensemble with a red purse hanging from her shoulder and black flip-flops on her feet. Her unkempt appearance made her look like a sad, neglected doll.

"WANNA DAAAATE?"

She started shambling toward me, a sickly grin plastered on her face. Before the zombie apocalypse, she'd probably been a hot honey. Now, though, she was the punchline to an obscene joke.

I got in the SUV, slammed the driver-side door shut, and punched the ignition button. I hung a U-ie and headed for a nearby freeway on-ramp. As I drove away, I heard a final cry of

"WANNA DAAAATE?"'

"WANNA DAAAATE?"

AI art '"Augmenta Mammae!"' with user description 'Trinity O'Dowd, a Hogwarts Academy second-year student and a Gryffindor House member, sat in her dormitory, recovering from a nasty head cold. Trinity had heard whispers among some of her dormitory mates about a spell that could give a girl bigger breasts. Trinity, self-conscious about being flat-chested, visited the school library. She found a musty tome which discussed spells for various body parts, including female breasts. Trinity wrote down the spell's name and invocation instructions in her notebook, then returned to her dormitory. She sat down on her bed, unbuttoned her collared white dress shirt, and grabbed her wand. Trinity closed her eyes, said, "Augmenta Mammae!" and tapped her chest. She felt a pleasant warmth in her pectoral muscles and looked down at her chest. Trinity gasped. Her now-erect nipples sat atop two growing and wobbling fleshy mounds. The newly transformed breasts stopped growing when they pressed against each other. Trinity cupped her enormous mammary glands, marveling at the smooth, warm skin and the visible veins.'

"Augmenta Mammae!"

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Asset Location: Classified.
Asset Assignment: Classified.
Asset Activation: Operations Division Chief, with Agency Director concurrence.'

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AI art 'Brief Respite' with user description '"Courage isn't having the strength to go on – it is going on when you don't have strength." --Unknown

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An amateur prompt pervert with a penchant for bondage, brides, one-piece swimsuits, furries, and loose storytelling. My waifus are Tifa Lockhart, Sailor Venus, Princess Zelda, Rally Vincent, Bea, Psylocke, Delia Ketchum, and more.

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Hey guys if you like my work leave a like and follow, and if you really liked or have some tips for me to get better or even criticize leave a comment, i love reading them ❤️. I also accept requests... coment a post that you liked that I will try to do one that ressemble it with a girl of your choice... (only girls that have tags) Thanks for being here and have a nice fap

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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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AI art 'Megumin Has a Plan' with user description 'The mountain pass was a jagged wound, and as Megumin stood there, the silence was more deafening than any blast. Her breathing was ragged, lungs burning from the cold air. The orcs moved with rhythmic certainty, armor clanking like a funeral march. Each step was a vibration she felt in her marrow. The chieftain, a monstrosity of sinew, stood nearly ten feet tall, his breath a wet, predatory growl. He didn't see a threat; he saw a resource, a rare vein of magical ore to be mined until hollow.
As chains snapped around her wrists, the iron felt impossibly cold. The trek was a blur of mud and humiliation. The orcs prodded her with spears, laughing as she stumbled. They took pleasure in seeing the "high and mighty" Crimson Demon reduced to a shivering girl. But as she was dragged through the stone maw of their fortress, Megumin was silently counting footsteps, guard patrols, and the deep hum of the earth that only those with high mana sensitivity could hear.
The breeding pits were in the "Root Chamber," where mountain heat met the dampness of the deep earth. The walls were slick with moss. When they threw her into the straw, the smell was overwhelming—a mixture of sweat and the pungent musk of the horde. To the orcs, she was a silent prize. They took turns entering her cell, their massive bodies crowding the space. They used her with brutal efficiency, their goal to saturate her womb with the seed of the mountain. Day after day, she was a vessel for their urges.
Yet, every time an orc finished, Megumin didn't weep. Instead, she focused on her internal mana gates. She could feel it—the raw, chaotic essence of the orcs was being absorbed into her own spirit. Megumin realized that by refining this "polluted" energy through her suffering, she could create a volatile fuel far more potent than any textbook magic. She was brewing a catastrophe inside her soul, using the acts meant to degrade her as the catalyst for her transcendence.
She mapped the fortress from the inside out. Through the narrow slit in her door, she watched the way the orcs gathered. She noted the structural weak points where the cavern ceiling met support pillars. She was waiting for the perfect alignment of celestial energy and biological saturation. She needed to be full—not just of their seed, but of their collective lifeforce. She became a psychic sponge, soaking up the aggressive nature of the horde until her skin hummed with current.
The orcs’ complacency was her greatest weapon. They stopped shackling her, believing she was too spent to stand. They left her cell door unlocked, knowing she had nowhere to run. They even brought her scraps of meat, treating her like a prized hound that had learned its place. They were so blinded by dominance that they failed to notice her crimson eyes starting to burn with internal fire.
On the night of the Equinox, the stronghold was vulnerable. The orcs were drowned in ale, guards slumped in a stuporous haze. The air in the Root Chamber was thick, pressurized by an impending storm. Megumin stood up, her movements fluid and devoid of the tremors she had faked. Her body was heavy, glowing with a subterranean light that seeped through her skin.
She walked to the center of the Great Hall. Hundreds of orcs lay scattered, snoring in a chorus of filth. She looked at the vaulted ceiling, seeing the lines of power converging. She didn't need words, but she chose them anyway. The chant began as a whisper, a vibration that caused the ale to ripple.
As the first syllable left her lips, the mountain groaned. The orcs stirred, their instincts finally screaming a warning, but it was far too late. The mana she had harvested—every ounce of their strength—was now being converted into pure heat. The air began to ignite, turning into a swirling vortex.
"My name is Megumin!" she cried, her voice a thunderclap shattering the stone pillars. "The one who has walked the path of ultimate magic! Witness the culmination of my sacrifice!"
The explosion inverted the landscape. The pressure disintegrated every orc in a microsecond. The mountain screamed as its structure was rewritten. When light faded, the mountain was gone, replaced by a glass-lined crater. Megumin lay at the center, a smirk of triumph etched onto her face. She had achieved the impossible, and the world would never forget the price she paid for it.'

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