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piko, shima luan, and squigga directed by gridanon
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If you had a nickel for every furry OC with a big butt, you'd be a millionaire!

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This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 3WolfMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

Text editing was done in Canva: https://www.canva.com/ . I've found Canva a useful free tool for adding text to gens.

I used Tail Tagger for tagging assistance: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 model for AI generating tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - Yes those!

In the velvet-shadowed heart of a timeless interdimensional chamber, where candle flames danced like eager tongues and mirrors stretched the scene into infinite echoes, Shima Luan, Piko the kobold, and Squigga converged under a spell of raw, amplifying magic. The air hummed with throbbing bass, a heartbeat rhythm that pulsed through the floor and into their bodies, awakening the arcane gift that had swollen their rumps to impossible, colossal proportions—each one a hyper-heavy, gigantic masterpiece of flesh and fur and scale, so massive they dominated every view, every thought, every breath. The weight dragged at their hips with delicious gravity, making every shift a sensual struggle, every jiggle a promise of overwhelming indulgence. Scents layered thickly: Shima’s sweet vanilla fur, Piko’s spicy reptilian musk, Squigga’s warm roasted-nut allure, all blending into a haze that coated the tongue and clouded the mind.

Shima stepped forward first, her eyes half-lidded with sultry confidence, peach dress already riding high over the impossible swell of her pink-furred ass. Those twin globes were planetary—plush, rounded, heavier than sin, quivering even as she breathed. She arched her back, letting the fabric strain and tear just a little at the seams. “Mmm, girls… feel these colossal cheeks of mine,” she purred, voice like velvet dragged over skin. “So fucking massive, aren’t they? Look how they hang—so heavy I can barely stand straight.” She rolled her hips slow, deliberate, and the first clap came: a deep, wet-sounding *THWACK* as her gigantic pink orbs slammed together, the impact rippling outward in waves that made her tail lash. She reached back with both paws and spread them slightly, letting the weight drop before releasing—*CLAP*—another thunderous collision. “Gods, hear that? My ass is clapping louder than the music. So full, so soft… you could lose yourself in these monstrous cheeks forever.”

"Oh, look at us," Shima purred, her voice that familiar, engaging lilt from her hosting days, now laced with a sultry undertone that made the words dance in the air. She arched her back slightly, her peach dress riding up just enough to tease the undercurve of her enormous rump, the fabric straining against the hyper-sized swell. With a playful wink toward the mirrors—where reflections multiplied the spectacle—she began to sway her hips, the motion starting slow, building like a story unfolding. Her massive ass cheeks quivered, the pink fur catching the light in soft waves, and as she picked up the rhythm, they started to clap together with a resonant thwack, the sound echoing like applause in the chamber. "Don't you just love how they move? So heavy, so full... it's like they're begging to be admired." She smacked one cheek lightly with her paw, the impact sending a jiggle that traveled up her spine, the fur rippling like pink silk in a breeze. The sensation was electric, a warm tingle that spread through her, making her tail flick with delight.

Piko blinked her big brown eyes, head tilted in wide-eyed, simpleminded awe as she stared down at her own transformed rear. Her brown scales gleamed over an ass that had ballooned to absurd, bottom-heavy perfection—two firm yet yielding orbs so gigantic they forced her short legs apart, her loincloth reduced to a meaningless strip dangling uselessly in front. The weight made her wobble like she was balancing treasure she didn’t understand. “Umm… wow… my butt got super duper big,” she said slowly, voice high and naive, full of innocent wonder. “It’s, like… really really heavy! Look!” She gave a clumsy little hop, and her colossal scaled cheeks bounced wildly, slamming together with a sharp *SLAP-SLAP-SLAP* that echoed like gunfire. The jiggle went on and on, scales clicking softly, waves rolling for seconds. “Hee! It claps by itself! Why’s my ass so huge and bouncy? It’s like… like two big big balls that won’t stop moving!” She reached back with tiny claws and patted one cheek curiously—*pat-pat*—then, surprised by the ripple, smacked harder. *CRACK!* The sound made her yelp in delighted shock. “Ooh! That made it shake even more! My giant butt likes that!”

Piko, with her simpleminded grin and wide-eyed wonder, tilted her head like she was discovering something shiny for the first time, her brown eyes big and innocent as she fiddled with her loincloth—barely holding back the overwhelming scale of her bottom-heavy form. Her hyper rump was a shiny puzzle of scales, each one catching the light, the weight making her little legs wobble like she was carrying a big treasure she didn't quite understand. "Uh... wow, this feels funny," she said in her naive, childlike voice, all slow and puzzled, like she was figuring out a new game. "My butt's so big and bouncy... hee hee, what's it doing?" She planted her feet apart, not really knowing why, and started a clumsy twerk, her gigantic ass cheeks jumping up and down with loud slaps that made her giggle in surprise, the scales clicking like little bells. The heaviness tugged at her, making her sway funny, and she patted her cheeks softly at first, then smacked them harder by accident, the crack making her jump a bit. "Ooh, that tickles! Why's it shaking so much? It's like... um, a wiggly jelly thing!"

Squigga snorted, flipping her fluffy tail with pure bratty attitude, sweatpants yanked low enough to bare the full glory of her pear-shaped monstrosity. Her fuzzy cheeks were obscenely thick, dimpled and plush, so hyper-heavy they sagged with mouthwatering heft, cellulite dancing under soft fur. “Psh, y’all playin’ small games with dem weak lil claps,” she drawled, voice dripping Ebonics and profanity, thick with cocky swagger. “Check dis fat fuckin’ ass—shit, it’s goddamn colossal, straight eatin’ everythin’ else in the room.” She snapped her hips back hard, and her gigantic globes erupted into motion—*THUD-THUD-THUD*—deep, bass-heavy claps that shook the mirrors. She smacked both cheeks at once, palms sinking into fuzz before pulling away with a stinging *WHAP-WHAP*. “Fuck yeah, feel dat sting? Dis booty so heavy it be pullin’ my whole damn spine down, but shit, it claps like thunder. Bet chu can’t even handle how massive dis ass is—too thick, too juicy, too fuckin’ perfect.”

Squigga, rolling her eyes with that bratty smirk, flipped her tail like she owned the place, her chubby cheeks already flushed under her fur as she yanked her sweatpants down a notch, showing off like it was no big deal. Her massive rump was all plush and demanding, the fur soft but sassy, dimpled like it was daring anyone to ignore it, the weight pulling her into a cocky stance. "Psh, y'all actin' like this shit new or sumthin'," she snapped in her slangy drawl, all Ebonics and attitude, her voice dripping with profanity-laced tease. "Look at dis fat ass—damn, it's straight fire, ain't it? Bet chu can't handle all dis jiggle, mothafucka." She jumped right in, hips popping in sharp, defiant circles that turned into wild shakes, her colossal cheeks clapping with a deep thump-thump that shook the air, the fuzz muffling the sound but making the view even hotter. She smacked one globe hard, the smack echoing like a challenge, her giggles turning bratty. "Shit, feel dat? Dis booty so heavy it be draggin' me down, but fuck if it ain't poppin' off right now."

Shima laughed low, stepping closer so her pink planetary cheeks brushed Piko’s scaled ones—soft fur against firm reptilian texture sending sparks through both. “Listen to you two… but mine—mmm—these colossal pink monsters are begging for attention.” She dropped into a slow, deliberate twerk, cheeks rising and falling like tidal waves, each descent ending in a booming *BOOOM-CLAP* that vibrated the floor. “So heavy… every shake feels like the weight of the world bouncing between my thighs. Hear how wet that clap sounds? All that plush fur rubbing together…” She reached back again, spreading wide before letting go—*THWACKKK*—the impact so fierce her whole body shuddered. “Fuck, I could do this forever. These gigantic cheeks own me.”

Piko giggled, trying to copy Shima but only managing adorable, clumsy wobbles. Her scaled ass heaved up and down in uneven bursts, clapping wildly—*SLAP-CLAP-CRACK*—the rhythm chaotic and endearing. “Mine’s doin’ it too! Look, look—my big big butt’s clappin’ super loud!” She squatted lower, thighs trembling under the impossible weight, and bounced experimentally. Each bounce produced a rapid-fire *SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP*, scales shining with effort, jiggle lingering like aftershocks. “It’s so heavy I can feel it in my tummy! Why’s my ass gotta be this huge? It keeps bouncin’ and bouncin’ and won’t stop!” She smacked her own cheek again—*CRACK!*—and squealed. “Eeee! That makes it dance more! Giant bouncy butt feels funny but… but really nice!”

Squigga rolled her eyes, but her smirk was pure fire. “Aww, cute, but watch a real bitch work.” She turned sideways to the mirrors, arching hard so her colossal fuzzy rump thrust out like a challenge. Then she unleashed—hips popping in vicious circles, cheeks clapping with brutal *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*, each collision deeper and wetter-sounding than the last. “Shit, hear dis fat ass talkin’? Clappin’ so goddamn hard it’s echoin’ everywhere. Dis booty too heavy for gravity, straight up.” She rained smacks down—*WHAP! CRACK! SMACK!*—palms leaving faint red marks under fur. “Fuck, dat burn feels good on these monster cheeks. Y’all asses big, but mine? Mine’s the thickest, heaviest, juiciest fuckin’ thing in here—bet it’s makin’ you lose yo damn mind.”

Their bodies drew tighter, colossal rumps brushing constantly now—Shima’s plush pink grinding softly against Piko’s firm scales, Squigga’s fuzzy thickness bumping both, accidental claps layering into a constant erotic percussion: *THWACK-SLAP-THUD-CLAP-CRACK*. The air grew hotter, thicker with their mingled scents—vanilla, spice, roasted warmth—coating skin and tongue alike.

Shima moaned softly, voice breathy and commanding. “Together now… let’s make these colossal asses sing.” She led the rhythm, slow and hypnotic, her gigantic pink cheeks rising high before crashing down—*BOOOM*. “Fuck, feel that weight drop? So immense… so perfect.”

Piko bounced along happily, her scaled orbs slamming in enthusiastic chaos. “Yay! Mine’s goin’ boom too! Super heavy boom-boom!” *SLAPSLAPSLAP* “Hee, my giant butt loves this game!”

Squigga snarled with delight, matching but overpowering. “Hell yeah, let’s break the damn floor with these monster asses.” Her fuzzy globes thundered—*THUDTHUDTHUD*—smacks flying. “Shit, dis booty clappin’ harder than a strip club on payday—too fuckin’ massive to contain.”

As they moved in unison, the chamber came alive with their symphony of seduction. Shima led with graceful undulations, her pink furred ass cheeks rising and falling in hypnotic patterns, each clap a soft pop that synced with the music, her dress hiking higher to reveal the full expanse of her hyper curves. She spun slowly, her mint eyes half-lidded in bliss, and smacked her rump again, the fur parting slightly under her paw, sending a cascade of jiggles that made the air hum. "Imagine the feel of it," she murmured, her voice breathy, "so soft, so immense... it's like holding the world in your hands." The vanilla scent wafted stronger, a comforting sweetness that contrasted the intensity of her movements.

Piko bounced along with wide-eyed confusion, her twerks all over the place like she was chasing butterflies, the claps coming in uneven clap-clap bursts that made her laugh innocently. "Hee, my butt's dancing! Why's it so heavy? It's like... um, carrying lotsa rocks, but fun rocks!" She slapped her scaled cheeks lightly, the whack surprising her each time, her tail wiggling as the jiggles went on forever. "Ooh, that makes it bounce more! Is that s'posed to happen?"

Squigga sneered playfully, thrusting her hips back with extra sass, her fuzzy orbs shaking like they were throwing shade, the claps loud and rude—thud-thud—demanding attention. "Bitch please, watch how a real queen works dis thang—damn, dis ass be clappin' louder than yo weak shit!" She whacked both sides hard, the smacks ringing out, her tail fluffing as she cackled. "Fuck yeah, dat sting feel good—dis booty's too thick for y'all anyway."

The trio circled closer, their massive rumps brushing occasionally—Shima's plush pink against Piko's firm scales, Squigga's soft fuzz against both—creating accidental claps that amplified the rhythm. The mirrors reflected infinity, endless vistas of jiggling, clapping perfection, the sounds layering into a crescendo: thwack, clap, smack, thud. Shima's vanilla sweetness mixed with Piko's spice and Squigga's nuttiness, a perfume that lingered on the tongue like unspoken promises. Their dialogues intertwined, a chorus of teases: "Feel the rhythm?" Shima asked. "Uh, it's all wiggly!" Piko chirped. "Shit, bet chu obsessed already," Squigga taunted.

Deeper into the dance, Shima experimented with slower, more deliberate shakes, her hyper ass cheeks quivering as if in slow motion, each clap a drawn-out booom that vibrated the air, her fur standing slightly on end from the friction. She reached back, tracing her paw along the curve before delivering a firm smack, the impact sending shockwaves that made her entire form tremble. "It's all about the build-up," she whispered, her engaging tone now a velvet caress, "that anticipation, that weight shifting... delicious."

Piko tried to copy but ended up with goofy hops, her twerks turning into happy wobbles, scales flashing, the claps all messy—clapclap—like she was playing patty-cake. "Whee, lookit mine go! It's so big, I dunno how it fits!" She patted her cheeks curiously, the cracks making her eyes widen. "That feels weird but nice... like a surprise hug!"

Squigga ramped it up, her rolls snapping into fierce figure-eights, her colossal rump owning the space, claps syncing with her trash talk—thump-thump—the dimples popping like attitude. "Nah, fuck dat slow shit—watch dis ass throw down, makin' all y'all thirsty as hell!" She smacked with flair, the whaps leaving her grinning. "Damn, dis booty's a boss, ain't playin'."

Hours seemed to pass in this timeless realm, their bodies glistening with a light sheen, scents intensifying into a heady cloud, sounds building to an orchestral peak. Shima's pink orbs led a final unified twerk, Piko's scales adding innocent percussion, Squigga's fuzz the bratty harmony. Their teases wove through: "Watch closely," "Ooh, bouncy!" "Shit, can't get enough, huh?" The chamber pulsed with their energy, a seductive spell unbroken, their hyper rumps the stars of an eternal show.

The mirrors reflected endless seas of jiggling, clapping perfection—pink plush, brown scale, fuzzy thickness—each cheek a hyper-heavy world of its own. Dialog poured nonstop, a filthy symphony of obsession:

“These cheeks… so goddamn colossal…” Shima gasped between claps.

“My butt’s so big it’s silly heavy!” Piko chirped, smacking again—*CRACK!*

“Fuck y’all, my fat ass the queen—clappin’ circles ‘round both y’all!” Squigga taunted, palms stinging her own flesh.

Claps intensified, faster, harder, the chamber shaking with their combined weight and motion—*THWACK-THUD-SLAP-BOOOM-CRACK*—an unending storm of colossal ass worship, each character lost in the hypnotic, overwhelming glory of their own and each other’s gigantic, hyper-heavy rumps. The dance stretched eternal, scents thickening, sounds deafening, every sense drowned in the sheer erotic excess of those monstrous, clapping cheeks.

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