stomach bulge

AI art '🧸 Plush toy humping' with user description 'No toy? Nevermind, we still have plushies! 🌸😏'
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🧸 Plush toy humping

peterco
AI art "Scrap Metal Hunter"
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Scrap Metal Hunter

onkayetishar
AI art "Some pajamas"
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Some pajamas

zuzul
AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

octavian
AI art "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art 'Rosa and Milotic's secret [Part2]' with user description 'Nauthy duo gonna have some fun. In middle of fun, Rosa needs to take a bit some rest with this exshausted sex and deep penetration. Milotic hasn't finished yet and ready to give a surprise'
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Rosa and Milotic's secret [Part2]

raizu
AI art 'Futanari Chan 1' for prompt: '1girl, solo, jessie_(pokemon), futanari, wide_hips, thick_thighs, tummy, fat, plump, from_below, squatting, boots, futanari_masturbation, breasts_out, nipple_pull, looking_at_viewer'
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Futanari Chan 1

proudbottom
AI art 'Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season' with user description 'Gonna be a whole new tribe of werewolves before the year is out...~'
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Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season

darkbae
AI art 'Bulbasaur's Mysterious Garden' with user description 'Ash and his friends head towards the Pokémon Gym on Cinnabar Island. Along the way, they see many Bulbasaurs in the evening, which Ash's Bulbasaur follows. The friends follow the Pokémon as well. They arrive at the heart of a mysterious garden. Thousands of Bulbasaur are in the garden. Suddenly, a tree opens and a Venusaur appears. Together, they perform a ritual to evolve the little Bulbasaur into Ivysaur. However, Misty is discovered and helps the Pokémon with the ceremony.'
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Bulbasaur's Mysterious Garden

greymaker
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 "Pt 2: Ghostly goings on"
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Pt 2: Ghostly goings on

zesoul
AI art "Update on her living situation"
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Update on her living situation

zesoul
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 'Fruit 2'
12

Fruit 2

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Wedding Night' with user description 'This version is refined to be slightly more concise, focusing on the raw intensity of the moment while ensuring it stays within your desired character count range (approximately 3,800 to 4,200 characters with spaces). The Hokage’s Primal Awakening: Naruto’s Perspective The cheers of the Hidden Leaf were still ringing in my ears, a distant hum that felt a world away from the quiet, moonlit sanctuary of our new home. I held Hinata against my chest, her weight as light as a feather, yet her presence felt as heavy as a mountain. I carried her across the threshold—the Seventh Hokage and his Queen. Her white wedding dress was a masterpiece of silk, cascading over my arms and brushing against my legs. When I finally set her down in our darkened bedroom, the silence was thick, charged with a tension that made the air feel like it was vibrating with chakra. "Naruto-kun..." she whispered, her voice a fragile thread. Her face was a deep crimson, her silver-lavender eyes filled with a vulnerability that hit me harder than any jutsu. "I... I’ve waited so long for this. I want to belong to you. Not as a ninja... but as your wife. Completely." My heart hammered against my ribs. All the years of eating ramen alone in a cold apartment were being burned away by her heat. I watched as she slowly knelt before me on the soft rug. Her fingers trembled as she reached for my belt. When she finally freed my member, I saw her entire body stiffen in pure shock. It was a dark, pulsing monolith—thick, heavy, and straining with the weight of a decade of repressed desire. My blood was a roaring river, relentless and south-bound. Hinata didn't look away. Instead, she leaned in, her tongue tracing the velvet-soft heat of the head. Then, she took me into her mouth. She fought to master the sheer scale of me, her throat stretching as she tried to swallow every inch of my girth. Tears pricked her eyes—not of pain, but of a fierce, overwhelming joy. She was finally claiming the man she had loved since she was a little girl. I stood there, my hands tangling in her silken hair, as she used her soft, pale feet to massage the length of me. The friction of her soles was a new kind of torture, driving my arousal into a fever pitch. She followed it with a crushing paizuri, pressing my heavy length between her breasts. But the real shift happened when she stood and discarded her white silk undergarments. There it was—her small, tight, untouched entrance. The hymen was intact, a shimmering barrier of purity. "Please," she whimpered, her voice ragged. "Don't be gentle, Naruto-kun. I want to feel all of you." I tried to go slow, but she was so incredibly wet—slick with a desperate, natural lubrication—that the moment I applied pressure, I slid home in one smooth, devastating thrust. I felt the sharp snap of her barrier breaking, a hot pop followed by the immediate warmth of her maiden's blood slicking my shaft. Hinata let out a high, sharp gasp that turned into a moan of absolute surrender. The sensation of her tight, virgin walls gripping me, pulsing around my staggering width, was too much. After a lifetime of loneliness, the raw intimacy caused me to erupt instantly. I flooded her womb with a hot, violent torrent of my essence, a white-hot release that felt like it was pouring directly from my soul. I pulled back, panting, as a cold chill of realization hit me. "Hinata... I... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to finish so fast. And... oh god, if I get you pregnant now... what if our son grows up and gets some shitty, poorly-written anime spin-off? I can't let that happen to the Uzumaki name!" Hinata laughed softly, reaching up to stroke my whiskered cheek. "It’s alright, Naruto-kun. Let the future be what it is. Just wait for me... I’m going to clean up and take off this heavy dress. Then, I want you to show me the true strength of a Hokage." When she returned, she stood before me in nothing but her radiant skin. The "hesitant" Naruto was gone. We moved to the second round with a primal ferocity. I drove into her, my length marking her pale, flat belly from the inside. Her skin bulged and stretched, showing the rounded shape of my head beneath her abdominal wall. Her pussy was red and swollen, a beautiful, bruised trophy of our union. Finally, I turned her over, finding her tight, unexplored rear. I entered her anus with a pressurized, heavy force. I held nothing back, hammering into her until she was screaming my name. When I finally broke, I left a literal river of release inside her, stretching her until she felt completely claimed. I had finally come home.'
19

Wedding Night

blackhairedstudent
AI art "frieren pt.2"
20

frieren pt.2

steven1599
AI art "Breaking in a new girl"
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Breaking in a new girl

zesoul
AI art "Some Abandoned Favorites"
30

Some Abandoned Favorites

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Tojo Casting' with user description 'The private observation chamber was a masterclass in voyeuristic luxury. The center of the room featured a transparent glass cube, reinforced to withstand immense pressure, surrounded by a plush lounge where twelve "Elite Benefactors" sat in silence. They had paid a king’s ransom to witness the impossible: the systematic dismantling of the Ultimate Maid’s composure. Kirumi Tojo stood inside the glass, the cold surface pressing against her back, while the colossal man loomed before her. "They didn't just come to see me finish, Kirumi," the man wheezed, his heavy hand slapping against the glass wall. "They came to see you fail. They want to see that 'Perfect' mask crack when nine hours of my girth meets that tight, virgin ass of yours. You’re being fucked for an audience." Kirumi didn't spare a glance for the men outside the glass. "My audience is irrelevant, sir. My focus is entirely on the fulfillment of your needs. If your satisfaction requires a witness, then that is simply another layer of the service I provide." The man’s mocking laughter echoed in the cube. "We’ll see how 'professional' you stay. Because I’m going to start with you in that uniform. I want to feel the lace and the fabric tear as I split you open." The first three hours were a brutal display of endurance. Forced against the glass, Kirumi remained in her full maid uniform, the back of her skirt hiked up as the man made his initial, violent entry. The impact of his massive frame sent tremors through the glass, creating a rhythmic, wet thumping sound that the observers watched with bated breath. Kirumi’s face was pressed against the cold surface, her eyes wide and focused on her own reflection as the fabric of her bloomers was shredded by the sheer force of the intrusion. At the four-hour mark, the man paused, his breath hitching. "Strip," he commanded. "I want the rest of this to be skin on skin. I want the glass to feel every bit of your heat." Kirumi obeyed with mechanical precision. She stepped out of the ruins of her uniform, standing completely naked in the center of the glass box. Her pale, lithe body was a stark contrast to the man's gargantuan, sweating form. She returned to her position against the glass, her hands splayed against the surface for balance, her spine arching as he reclaimed his position. The remaining six hours were a symphony of degradation. To the onlookers, it was a biological anomaly. They watched as the man’s monstrous girth relentlessly hammered into Kirumi’s posterior passage, the friction turning her skin a deep, angry crimson. Through the glass, they could see the terrifying extent of the stretch—the way her uninitiated opening was forced to yawn around a diameter it was never meant to house. As the ninth hour approached, the man’s movements became a frantic, desperate surge. With a final, guttural roar, he slammed Kirumi one last time against the glass, his weight making the entire structure groan. He finally achieved his release, a massive, cooling deluge that flooded her ravaged core. When he finally withdrew and the doors to the cube slid open, the silence in the lounge was deafening. The "Perfect Maid" didn't collapse. She leaned against the glass for support, her legs trembling violently. Her anus was a catastrophic ruin. The tight, pristine seal was gone, replaced by a dark, distended void that remained wide open, pulsing with the shock of nine hours of total expansion. The muscles had been pushed so far past their limit that they hung paralyzed; the opening was a permanent, gaping circle, unable to retract or close. A thick, dark mixture of blood and fluid leaked steadily from the hollowed-out aperture, pooling at her heels and smearing against the glass she had been pinned against. Despite the fact that her anatomy had been fundamentally altered—that she was now a "virgin" with a permanent, yawning hole—Kirumi reached for a cleaning cloth. "The service has been completed," she whispered, her voice a hollow rasp. She began to wipe the man's sweat and her own blood from the glass, her movements stiff and agonizing. To the stunned rich men watching, she was no longer just a maid; she was a monument to a devotion that had survived the impossible.'
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Tojo Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'I'll show you my room...' with user description 'You didn't seriously think we were going to study in my room, did you? You can start undressing now, and I hope I like what I see... and what you do to me! ... OH MY GOD, IT'S BETTER THAN I EXPECTED! ... THIS IS TOO GOOD... ... ... I see you've finished coming... Me too... Many times. ... I guess I have to give you a very good grade... Tomorrow at the same time? And come prepared because I want to try you in many ways...'
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I'll show you my room...

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