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Nami Cosplay

barry915
AI art "Strip Poker After Hours With Miki"
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Strip Poker After Hours With Miki

doggomage
AI art 'CHAPTER 2: “A new poison in town”' with user description 'A SLOW TRUMPET PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND “It’s 5:45 am. There must be something real bad going on in Waifu Bay. We have all been called for an emergency meeting. Everybody is here. I’ve not seen so many elements gathered together here since, since… the Octavian incident. Man, what a case that was! - “Hey, Jennings!” Martinez and Gallagher approach her. - “Can you believe this shit?! Feels like the Octavian incident all over again!” Pearl finds that remark amusing. - “Eh, take it easy, man” quickly replies Gallagher. “That’s a sensitive subject for Jennings!” - “Nah, I’m over it!” Answers Pearl “Water under the bridge. I came out alive, didn’t I?? And that’s all that matters. (Rapidly trying to change the subject) So what’s the deal here?” Asks Pearl. - “There’s a new poison in town.” Gallagher responds. “We’ve had our 4th case of the ‘pink drip’ “ - “What? So it’s real?” Pearl asks. - “Very much. 4th confirmed victim last night” Says Gallagher. Pearl sits down quietly in a large conference room. “As most of you know by now, we have a new poison polluting our streets. We believe a gangster that goes by the alias ‘Kokoroto’ was the one who started smuggling them through Waifu Bay. Many more have followed on his footsteps. They are known in the underworld as the ‘NyanNyan’ band and they keep smuggling in catgirls and offering them on the White Market.” Pictures are shown on a large screen. Pearl reacts horrified to the images. “This is real ladies and gentleman, ‘Cuteness’ has entered through our doors, unnoticed, and it’s starting to corrupt our streets.” Pearl is lost in her thoughts: “Cuteness, a thing I have only seen in books during cadet training at the Academy. A disease so rare you’d think someone made it up for a horror movie. So far it was just fiction. But looking at those images one can only wonder the twisted minds behind such atrocities. So grim!! Who would do that to a girl?? Why would a girl agree to such things? And the worst thing: What type of scum would pay money for a Catgirl???” It’s been a long meeting and a rather gruesome at that. The air is filled with uncertainty. “You will all get upgraded tracking devices. The guys at Tech Lab have been working on some improvements and we believe this is a perfect opportunity to put them to work. Report to your tech specialist at once. We’ll gather again after you have been given your updated gear” A very distraught Detective Pearl enters her usual Tech Room where Barry915 her tech specialist is waiting. - “Hello, Barry” - “Oh, Hi Jennings! Please come in. How are you?” - “Not good. I’m still in shock with… the images I just…” - “I know, I’ve seen them. They had us working extra hours the last couple of weeks.” Pearl knows the drill so without even asking she starts taking her clothes off. - “How can people do something like that?” - “I don’t know Jennings. But I also want HornyTown to be a safe place. That’s why I joined the Force”. - “Barry, help me catch those bastards!” - “I will do everything in my power to help you get those bastards. I promise!” Pearl is now only in her underwear. - “Emm, Barry… I’m sorry. I’m gonna have to ask you to measure me again. I… I think I’ve gained weight since the last time you saw me.” - “Oh, no problem. Let me just then… get the scanner ready so I can update your measurements.” Pearl bends over the desk and presents herself to the scanner. - “There hasn’t been really ANYTHING on the streets so I think I might have put on a few pounds. I’ve been so bored lately I think I’ve eaten a lot and…” - “Jennings, don’t move… the scanner is updating your measurements!” - “Oh, yes, sorry!” She stays still for a moment. The scanner is measuring her hips, thighs and by doing so calculating the new body weight. - “Ok, your new weight is calculated. Now, could you spread your ass a little?” - “Yes, sure” - “I need to measure your anal diameter so I know what type of device I’m gonna give you. Can you relax your anal muscles for a second? Good, that’ll be all. You can take off your panties now.” - Uh, I’m exited!! What type of device am I gonna get???” The scanner signals error by producing a loud beep. - “Fuck, just what I thought!” Barry says. - “What? What happened?” - “Your anus is too small for the buttplug. It won’t...” - “Oh, bummer! Yeah, I haven’t done anal for a long time. Actually I haven’t had ANY sex or boyfriend in so long.” - “Well, don’t worry. Good thing I have already been working on a back up plan.” - “Really?? What back up plan?? - “Here, let me show you…” Barry reaches for a green hard-case. Puts it on the desk. - “I just finished working on this special piece of jewelry and… Barry removes the front lid, revealing a beautiful string of pearls. - “You will be the first one to try it” - “OH!! WELL, HELLO LADIES!!” Jennings smiles at a beautiful pearl thong delicately hanging inside the case. (To be continued)'
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CHAPTER 2: “A new poison in town”

warmicestudios
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 7"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 7

octavian
AI art "Ruby : Would you ride (with) her ?"
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Ruby : Would you ride (with) her ?

zuzul
AI art 'CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”' with user description 'A sad trumpet playing in the background. A slow piano joins in. A silky-velvet female voice: "This is my city: HornyTown. The place I was born and the place I intend to lay off my bones when this beautiful sack of skin has had enough. This is a place where you are free to be yourself. No one judging, no one complaining. A place where a man can come up to you and offer to stick his salami in your bun. No offense intended, either you take his load or he takes a hike. Nothing personal. A place where work and play blend together. One cannot be so sure if you are getting paid for work or for fun. Here your office job includes giving blow jobs or maybe giving blow jobs IS your day job, you pick your poison. Here, working extra hours doesn’t necessarily mean you get paid more, you just get more pleasure. That’s all. No one cares, no one complains. Whether you are a boy or a girl, you don’t get paid extra for giving out your meat. It is what it is. You can be on top riding a stiff-john one night and under a fat dick taking a spanking the next. And that’s me: Detective Pearl Jennings from the A.S.S. Department. The Anti-Social Spanking Department. We call it A.S.S. for short. We work the streets and we take care of the Johns and Janes that break the law. You obey the rules or you get your spanking. You see, I love my city. HornyTown is a place to live a nice and comfortable life. And I work every day for my people making sure it stays that way. (To be continued)'
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CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”

warmicestudios
AI art "Demon Slut Slayers"
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Demon Slut Slayers

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Marin Gangbang' with user description 'The heavy cardboard box sat in the center of the cramped apartment, labeled with bright "FRAGILE" tape that felt like a cruel irony. Inside, Marin Kitagawa was folded into a compact, agonizing ball. Her wrists were bound to her ankles with thick, industrial-grade zip ties, and a silk scarf was knotted tightly around her mouth, muffling her indignant huffs. The sound of a box cutter slicing through the tape made her heart thud once—not out of fear, but out of sheer, mounting irritation. As the flaps were pulled back, the harsh fluorescent light blinded her. Twelve pairs of eyes peered down into the box, staring at the "package" they had collectively purchased. "Finally," one of them whispered, reaching in to hoist her out. Marin was dumped unceremoniously onto the stained carpet, still bound in that humiliating crouch. As the leader reached down to untie the gag, Marin didn't sob or plead. The second her mouth was free, she glared with enough heat to melt lead. "Are you serious right now? Three hours! I was in that box for three hours! Do you have any idea how much my legs cramp? My makeup is probably a total disaster. This is the most low-budget, 'edgy' entrance I’ve ever had to make. Cut these off. Now. If I get a circulation bruise on my ankles, I’m doubling the fee!" One of the fans hurried forward with scissors, trembling as he snipped the ties. Marin immediately sprawled out on the rug, rubbing her wrists. She was completely naked under the "packaging," but she carried herself with the air of a queen inconvenienced by peasants. "Okay, look," she said, pointing a finger. "I’m sore, I’m annoyed, and I’m covered in cardboard dust. Let’s get this moving. I want to be in a hot bath before the sun comes up. Who’s the first genius who thinks he can handle the 'merchandise'?" The small, dimly lit office smelled of stale coffee and desperation. These twelve men were exactly as she had feared: a collection of unwashed hoodies and eyes that held a disturbingly possessive glint. They had pooled their life savings to "rent" their favorite idol, and the contract she had signed in a moment of financial desperation was iron-clad. For the next several hours, the apartment became a theater of organized chaos. Marin remained a statue of pouting frustration. As the first three men approached, she didn't even bother to change her expression. One took her mouth, another guided himself into her pussy, and a third—the one with the shaky hands—claimed her anal passage. The triple intrusion was a sudden, heavy weight, but Marin just stared at a water stain on the ceiling. She was annoyed by the lack of rhythm and the sheer, staggering girth of men who clearly spent more time on message boards than in gyms. "Ugh, you’re hitting my hip bone," she muffled around the first man’s member, her eyes tracking a spider near the baseboard. "Adjust your angle or something. Honestly, do you guys even know how anatomy works? It’s like you’ve only ever seen a human woman in a low-res JPG." The men were relentless, driven by a primal need to finally possess the girl they had only ever seen on a screen. They rotated with a mechanical greed, sometimes four or five of them crowding around her at once, their hands roaming over her skin in a desperate attempt to memorize the texture of their idol. Marin felt the heat, the sweat, and the overwhelming scent of cheap cologne and desperation. "You're breathing too loud," she told the man currently hammering into her pussy, her tone as casual as if she were complaining about the weather. "It’s super distracting. And you," she pointed at the man waiting for her ass, "stop making that weird whimpering sound. It’s totally killing the vibe." Despite her constant critiques, the men seemed even more energized. Her annoyance acted as a catalyst, a reminder that they were interacting with the real, unfiltered Marin Kitagawa. They pushed her into various positions—over the back of the sofa, against the wall, on the grimy carpet—using her three orifices with a frantic, uncoordinated energy. By the third hour, Marin was coated in a sheen of sweat and the evidence of their collective release. Her golden hair was messy, clinging to her damp shoulders. "Seriously?" she groaned, wiping a stray drop from her cheek. "I’m going to need like, ten showers to get the smell of 'basement' off me. You guys are the absolute worst." The men, now mostly exhausted, looked at her with awe. They had used her in every way possible, filled her to the point of overflowing, and yet she still sat there, looking down at them with that same look of being completely unimpressed. "Is that it?" Marin asked, standing up and stretching. She felt the heavy, lingering stretch in her core, the physical proof of twelve men’s greed, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. "Because I'm done. I'm going home, I'm ordering a massive pile of karaage, and I'm pretending this night never happened. Secretly she came 5 times.'
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Marin Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Ellie's day out"
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Ellie's day out

zesoul
AI art "Nostagia hits different"
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Nostagia hits different

octavian
AI art "Return of Captain Nemesis"
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Return of Captain Nemesis

octavian
AI art "Happy horse year 🐎"
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Happy horse year 🐎

zuzul
AI art "Karaoke With Gina"
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Karaoke With Gina

doggomage
AI art "Shiver me timebers!! I’ve landed a hoe!! 🏴‍☠️"
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Shiver me timebers!! I’ve landed a hoe!! 🏴‍☠️

bad77
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 'Women in Uniform' with user description '🫡'
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Women in Uniform

usagi77
AI art "Captain Nemesis is CRAZY"
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Captain Nemesis is CRAZY

octavian
AI art "Wild West Women"
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Wild West Women

octavian
AI art 'Miki Returns' with user description 'Miki wanders the street after receiving punishment at the hotel until she stumbles upon the apartment of her childhood friend'
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Miki Returns

doggomage
AI art '🎉 2K followers unlocked!' with user description 'Wow — 2,000 of you are now following along! This milestone feels like the right moment to pause, look back on the journey, and publish some pics I’ve never shared before 🙂'
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🎉 2K followers unlocked!

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