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AI art 'Junko on Glass'

Junko on Glass

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Danganronpa 2 aquarium"
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Danganronpa 2 aquarium

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Beatrice Magical Library' with user description 'Beatrice's POV – The Library's Humiliating Anomaly "Haaah?! What in the world—?!" The first wave of rainbow bubbles popped right in front of my face, and my body betrayed me instantly. My arms shot straight up above my head, wrists crossing as if bound by invisible force, forcing my small chest to thrust forward. The elegant gothic dress I had worn for centuries shimmered violently, the heavy pink fabric dissolving into thin air only to reform as a tiny, sheer white babydoll top that clung transparently to my flat chest and puffy little nipples. The skirt had shrunk to almost nothing — a pathetic frill of fabric barely covering the curve of my bottom, leaving my smooth, pale thighs and the soft mound between my legs dangerously exposed with every twitch. "This... this is outrageous, I suppose! Stop it right now!" I tried to clamp my legs shut, but another surge hit. The library floor seemed to tilt, and my pose shifted again — bent forward sharply at the waist, hands forced to grip my own ankles from behind in a humiliating standing straddle. My rear pushed high and out, the skimpy fabric riding up completely to bare my plump little ass cheeks and the tight, untouched slit beneath. The outfit changed once more into glossy, rainbow-striped micro-bikini strings that dug between my folds, outlining every delicate contour while leaving nothing to the imagination. The bubbles swirled faster, sparkling against my skin like lewd glitter. My face burned hotter than any flame magic. Centuries of dignity as the guardian of the Forbidden Library, reduced to this — legs spread awkwardly wide, body contorted so my most private areas were shamelessly displayed. I could feel cool air kissing my exposed pussy lips, the thin strings doing nothing to hide how they parted slightly from the forced stretch. "Wh-whoever is doing this... Betty will tear you apart! In fact!" I struggled, magic flaring weakly in my fingertips, but the bubbles only multiplied. *Pop. Pop.* My body jerked upright then twisted sideways into another absurd position: one leg kicked high and held vertical against my torso, like a lewd ballerina stretch, while my back arched dramatically. The bikini top vanished entirely this time, leaving my sensitive pink nipples stiff and bare in the open air. The bottom piece had transformed into a crotchless thong, the fabric framing rather than covering my smooth, hairless small pink pussy. Every tiny movement made my puffy outer lips jiggle and part, exposing the slick inner pink. Shame flooded me. This body — eternally youthful, delicate, and untouched — was being paraded in the most vulgar, awkward ways imaginable. I could see my own reflection in a polished book spine: drills disheveled, cheeks flushed crimson, mouth open in a mix of outrage and involuntary gasp as another pose locked in. Now on all fours on a suddenly appearing cushioned surface that definitely wasn't part of my library, back dipped low in a deep arch, ass raised high with knees spread. The outfit was little more than sparkling body paint now — strategic rainbow streaks across my nipples and dripping down my inner thighs, highlighting the glistening wetness that the humiliation was shamefully forcing from me. "Subaru... you idiot... where are you?!" I whimpered under my breath, voice trembling despite my pride. "Don't you dare see Betty like this... all exposed and... and dripping like some common harlot, I suppose..." The bubbles kept coming, each one triggering fresh shifts. My poses grew more extreme — spread-eagle against a shelf with wrists and ankles pinned, body twisted into pretzel-like contortions that left my tight little holes completely vulnerable and on display, clothes flickering between sheer negligées, slutty micro-skirts with no panties, and complete nudity save for glowing rainbow pasties that did nothing to conceal. The library itself warped around these humiliating scenes, forcing me from one degrading, awkward position to the next while I desperately searched for the source of this chaotic magic. I hated how my body reacted — the heat building between my legs, the way my nipples ached under the forced exposure. But more than anything, I hated the vulnerability. After 400 years of isolation, to be toyed with like this... If this didn't stop soon, I feared what else these cursed bubbles might make Betty do.'
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Beatrice Magical Library

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Rosalina's bondage"
11

Rosalina's bondage

zuzul
AI art 'Alice in Waifuland' with user description 'I might be going mad, lmao'
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Alice in Waifuland

usagi77
AI art "Yoshi's job"
4

Yoshi's job

zuzul
AI art "Pokemon Easter Eggs"
30

Pokemon Easter Eggs

terror2
AI art 'Rosalina Casting' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
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Rosalina Casting

blackhairedstudent
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Sem título

livinwe
AI art 'Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Mila. part 12.'
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Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Mila. part 12.

dreamwalker
AI art "Rosalina's paizuri"
7

Rosalina's paizuri

zuzul
AI art 'Rosalina is Perfect'
4

Rosalina is Perfect

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Nintendo's Space Ladies"
21

Nintendo's Space Ladies

terror2
AI art
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Sem título

cashed
AI art "The Imprisoned Princess"
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The Imprisoned Princess

sweetcake027
AI art "boosette after felatio"

boosette after felatio

narataku
AI art "My Top 10 Waifus - Video game edition"
10

My Top 10 Waifus - Video game edition

octavian
AI art '(chapter 5) KINGDOM REWARD' with user description 'That desire to be observed, to be desired to the point of madness, that boundless and rewarded vanity, drives her to commit increasingly extravagant and indecent acts. The madness she sees in the eyes of the men who gaze upon her drives her wild. But this pleasure didn't arise from nothing. It all began with painting. On her 18th birthday, a master painter asked her to pose for his students. Later, someone suggested she try more revealing clothing. It was the first time she felt desire in men's eyes; the rest was pure ambition. But she always made sure the king knew what she was doing and obtained his permission. That's how she got her first nude, and then tasted her first penis in her mouth. She learned that when she got what she wanted, it was easier to get what she asked for. If what she asked for was a higher level of eroticism, then getting it opened the doors to even more exhibitionistic pleasure. She knew how to ask her father, the king, for a favor and make him give in.'
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(chapter 5) KINGDOM REWARD

skyhacker
AI art "Fantasy girls"
10

Fantasy girls

wh1teberry
AI art "My Top 10 Waifus from video games - Runner-ups"
10

My Top 10 Waifus from video games - Runner-ups

terror2
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