pregnant

AI art "One Night in Ruka"
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One Night in Ruka

octavian
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 'Mukuro Casting' with user description 'The air in the bedroom was cloying, smelling of strawberry-scented air freshener and old, festering grief. Mukuro Ikusaba lay on a frilly, pink duvet, her limbs as heavy as lead. She had been captured during a routine sweep; she hadn't expected a localized EMP trap and a high-grade neurotoxin dart hidden in a common mailbox. It was a sloppy mistake for the Ultimate Soldier, but even she hadn't accounted for the suicidal desperation of a man with nothing left to lose. The father stood over her, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with a terrifying, manic hope. Beside him stood his son, who looked at Mukuro with a mixture of loathing and hollow obedience. "This was my daughter’s room," the father whispered, gesturing to the stuffed animals lining the shelves. "She died in the blast you set. You erased her future. So, you’re going to give it back. You’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to give me another daughter. You’ll stay alive until she’s born and celebrates her first birthday. Until then, you’re just a vessel." He leaned down, his voice trembling. "I’ve given you a high-dose muscular relaxant. You can’t fight. You’ll feel every moment of what comes next, but you won't be able to lift a finger to stop us." For nine months, the pink room became a sensory prison. Mukuro lived in a state of chemical paralysis, her body forced to endure the relentless, grief-fueled assaults of the father and the quiet, bitter turns taken by the son. She watched her own body change, her abdomen swelling with a life she never asked for. Even as her belly became a massive, taut curve that made every breath a struggle, they didn't stop. They treated her like a communal womb, their lust fueled by the twisted logic of replacing the dead. The father’s face was a mask of jagged, weeping lines as he leaned over Mukuro’s paralyzed form during the final weeks of her confinement. He didn’t touch her with lust; he touched her with a cold, possessive resentment, his hand pressing firmly against her distended navel. "How many, Mukuro?" he whispered, his breath smelling of bitter coffee and despair. "How many children were in that elementary school when you triggered the blast? Did you hear them? Did you hear the sound of the future being snuffed out in a single second? My daughter had a lead role in the spring play. She was supposed to be a princess. Now she's just ash in a jar on my mantel." Mukuro’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling, the muscular relaxant keeping her a silent witness to his breakdown. "You think this is a punishment?" the father continued, his voice cracking as he unbuckled his belt for the sixth time that day. "This is a mercy. You killed a world, so I’m making you build a new one. But don't think for a second that this makes us even. You deserve worse than this. You deserve to be used until your bones turn to dust. You deserve to be nothing more than a hole that never closes, a vessel that never empties. Every time my son and I take turns on you, I imagine I’m reclaiming a piece of the life you stole." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "My son hates you even more than I do. He doesn't see a girl; he sees the monster that took his sister. When he's inside you, he isn't looking for pleasure. He's looking for revenge. And I’m going to make sure he gets it, every single day, until that baby girl is born and we finally have our family back." Then, the door didn't open for a feeding—it exploded. Junko Enoshima stepped over the charred remains of the father and son, her heels clicking on the pink carpet. She looked down at Mukuro, who lay there with her nine-month belly exposed, her eyes tracking her sister with a flicker of recognition. "Hey, Sis! Wow, look at you," Junko chirped, poking Mukuro’s stomach with a manicured finger. "You’ve really grown into the role of 'Traumatized Broodmother.' It’s such a look! I was actually going to bust you out on day one, you know? But then I heard that guy’s plan through the hidden mics, and I thought it would be just *delicious* to be an auntie!" Mukuro’s voice was a dry, unused rasp as the relaxant finally began to wear off. "You... you could have saved me months ago. After I got pregnant... why did you wait?" Junko let out a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, Mukuro! I was just dying to see how long that man's despair could actually last! I mean, watching him try to replace a dead kid with a new one while staying totally obsessed with using you? Pure art! I had to see the limit of his desperation. He really leaned into that whole 'you deserve worse' angle—it was so dramatic, so cliché, so *perfectly* despair-inducing!" She leaned in, a mischievous smirk on her face. "Besides, I figured your pussy must be absolutely legendary for them to keep coming back for more! I mean, they fucked you more than five times every single day for nine months straight! That’s over thirteen hundred sessions, Sis! If your pussy is that tasty, I couldn't just cut the 'buffet' line short, right?'
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Mukuro Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Throat Exercise"
4

Throat Exercise

doodleybat
AI art "My Kingdom for an Elf Girl"
27

My Kingdom for an Elf Girl

octavian
AI art "Making Babies with Tsukimura Temari"
4

Making Babies with Tsukimura Temari

monddorf
AI art "No longer the village favourite"
30

No longer the village favourite

zesoul
AI art
28

Tanpa Tajuk

pereinlore
AI art "Nordic girl captured"
10

Nordic girl captured

nakkislayer69
AI art
12

Tanpa Tajuk

lifelongignominy139
AI art 'House of the Fallen - Epilogue' with user description 'Months passed. The lust demon took the form of the lead priest of the Church to ensure his seeds were healthy. In each nun, the spawns of lust were healthy. Soon, the cycle would begin again. Then an unexpected visitor entered the church. The woman entered the church, which was empty and strangely quiet. She looked around once. She then walked out the door. "Nope," Cyndel said. "That's one job that feels like nothing good can come from it."'
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House of the Fallen - Epilogue

octavian
AI art "🥰 Both Pregnant"
24

🥰 Both Pregnant

peterco
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

deadsdsd
AI art "yoruichi best of"
30

yoruichi best of

wesley33
AI art 'Batman's Training: Batgirl' with user description 'Batman trains Batgirl in the batcave'
8

Batman's Training: Batgirl

gonzocurl
AI art "18 finally and getting ravaged by tentacles"
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18 finally and getting ravaged by tentacles

ruinous
AI art "The Aincrad harem inside and out"
12

The Aincrad harem inside and out

ashorio
AI art "Beyond Journey's End Parody: Frieren"
10

Beyond Journey's End Parody: Frieren

ashorio
AI art 'Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART8]' with user description 'Fill me up with your egg Milotic'
26

Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART8]

raizu
AI art "Feetdesday Extended! - April 22, 2026"
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Feetdesday Extended! - April 22, 2026

kendarfulgrim
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