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fenneko, haida, and retsuko (aggretsuko and etc) directed by gridanon
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Oh no, now everyone will know Haida has the biggest cock in the office! How embarrassing~

Alts: https://imgbox.com/g/EIBifkjt5Y

Thanks to Technical-Grid for uploading the parent image I previously did anonymously. Gens like that being uploaded is what inspired me to start uploading here. As technology continues to progress those ideas can be done better and better so I'll try to remake them on occasion with better tech.

Tech Talk

I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - Fills a Girl out like a Spreadsheet!

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like a swarm of lazy bees, casting a sterile glow over the sprawling open-plan office of Carrier Man Trading Co., Ltd. Desks cluttered with stacks of invoices, flickering computer screens, and the faint aroma of stale coffee mingled with the sharper tang of toner from the overworked printer in the corner. It was mid-afternoon on a Thursday, the kind of ordinary day where time dragged its feet, and the air conditioner hummed a monotonous lullaby that did little to combat the subtle humidity seeping in from Tokyo's bustling streets outside. Keyboards clacked sporadically, phones rang with muffled urgency, and the occasional sigh escaped from weary employees, blending into the symphony of corporate drudgery.

Haida, the 27-year-old spotted hyena with his grayish-brown fur speckled like a starry night gone wrong, slouched at his desk, his hazel eyes darting nervously between his spreadsheet and the petite red panda across the way. Retsuko, 25 and ever the picture of polite efficiency, typed away with her light orange fur catching the light just so, her white ears twitching occasionally as she focused. Her blue vest hugged her form modestly, but Haida's mind wandered—as it often did—to the way her striped tail flicked when she was deep in thought. He adjusted his red tie, feeling a familiar flush creep up his neck, his pronounced underbite making his anxious grin look even more awkward. Punk rock posters from his band days flashed in his memory, a stark contrast to this buttoned-up existence, but none of that mattered when his crush on Retsuko burned like a poorly tuned bass amp in his chest.

Beside him, Fenneko, the fennec fox with her light fawn fur and that ever-present deadpan stare, leaned back in her chair, her navy vest slightly rumpled from a long day of minimal effort. Her large ears perked up as she scrolled through her phone, her keen senses picking up on every subtle shift in the office atmosphere. She was the observer, the snarker, the one who could sniff out drama like a desert fox hunting for scraps. And right now, her sharp eyes had zeroed in on Haida's not-so-subtle glances toward Retsuko. A smirk tugged at her lips, revealing a hint of her pointed teeth. "Hahahahahaha," she chuckled in her signature monotone, the sound robotic and devoid of genuine mirth, echoing just loud enough to make Haida jump.

"Wh-what's so funny, Fenneko?" Haida stammered, his voice a mix of defensiveness and embarrassment, his freckle-like spots seeming to darken under the scrutiny. He shifted in his seat, the fabric of his black pants whispering against the chair, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. The scent of his own nervousness—a faint, musky undercurrent mixed with the punk-inspired cologne he wore to mask it—wafted subtly, though he hoped no one noticed.

Fenneko swiveled her chair closer, her boots scraping lightly on the worn carpet. She set her phone down with a deliberate clack, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Oh, nothing, Haida. Just watching you pine over Retsuko like a lovesick puppy. Again. It's pathetic, really. Hahahahahaha. How long are you gonna stare at her tail before you actually say something? Or are you waiting for her to spontaneously combust from your awkward vibes?"

Haida's ears flattened against his head, his tail twitching involuntarily. "Sh-shut up! It's not like that. I'm just... focused on work. Yeah, that's it." But his voice cracked, betraying him, and the heat rising in his cheeks made his fur prickle. The office air felt thicker now, charged with the weight of unsaid words, the distant chatter of colleagues like Kabae gossiping about weekend plans providing a oblivious backdrop.

Fenneko leaned in even closer, her breath warm and carrying the faint scent of the mint gum she chewed incessantly. "Focused? Right. On her assets, maybe. Come on, admit it—you've got it bad. I can practically hear your heart thumping from here. Thump-thump, 'Retsuko, oh Retsuko.' Hahahahahaha." She reached out suddenly, her paw darting with surprising speed, grabbing the waistband of his pants in a teasing yank. It was meant to be a joke, a playful nudge to embarrass him further, but in her enthusiasm, she pulled too hard. The button popped with a sharp snap, echoing like a firecracker in the quiet office, and before Haida could react, his pants slid down his thighs in a humiliating whoosh of fabric.

Time seemed to freeze. Haida's eyes widened in horror, his hands flying to cover himself, but it was too late. There, exposed to the air-conditioned chill of the office, hung his colossal endowment—a monstrous cock that defied all reason, thick as a forearm and veined like twisted ropes, hanging heavy and semi-erect from the sheer shock of exposure. It pulsed faintly with his racing heartbeat, the skin a deep, flushed hue that contrasted with his spotted fur. Below it, his behemoth balls swayed like pendulums, each one the size of a grapefruit, covered in a soft, velvety fuzz that did nothing to diminish their overwhelming presence. They churned visibly, as if alive with potent energy, and the air around them thickened with an intoxicating manly musk—a raw, primal scent of sweat, testosterone, and something uniquely Haida, like aged leather mixed with dark chocolate and a hint of wild earth. It was the most enormous set of genitals in the office, hell, probably in the whole world, a genetic anomaly that Haida had hidden his entire life, mortified by its absurdity.

"F-Fenneko! What the hell?!" Haida yelped, his voice pitching up an octave, scrambling to pull his pants back up but fumbling in panic. His face burned crimson, ears pinned flat, tail tucked between his legs—or trying to, given the obstruction. The carpet under his feet felt rough and unforgiving as he shifted, the cool air kissing his exposed skin in a way that sent involuntary shivers up his spine. Colleagues nearby paused, some stifling gasps, others pretending not to notice, but the damage was done.

Fenneko burst into genuine laughter this time, her monotone "hahahahahaha" escalating into a series of snorts, her large ears flapping slightly with the force of it. She clutched her stomach, leaning back in her chair which creaked under the movement. "Oh my god, Haida! I didn't—hahahahahaha—expect that! What are you packing, a third leg? No wonder you're so awkward around girls; you'd scare them off with that monster! Hahahahahaha!" Tears welled in her eyes from the hilarity, her paw pointing vaguely as she doubled over, the scent of her own amusement—a light, sandy dryness like desert wind—mixing oddly with Haida's overpowering musk.

But across the aisle, Retsuko had been watching the entire exchange. She was supposed to be buried in her spreadsheets, her fingers hovering over the keys, but Fenneko's teasing had drawn her attention like a magnet. Her black eyes widened behind her subtle makeup, fixing on the spectacle of Haida's revealed enormity. The sight hit her like a thunderbolt: that colossal cock, so thick and long it nearly brushed his knees even in its resting state, throbbing with a life of its own; those behemoth balls, heavy and full, promising an ocean of virility. The veins pulsed rhythmically, the head flaring slightly as blood rushed in response to the exposure. And the scent—oh, that manly musk wafted over, invading her nostrils like a seductive fog, earthy and potent, making her head spin. It was overwhelming, wrapping around her senses like a lover's embrace, stirring something deep and primal within her cute, rage-suppressed exterior.

Retsuko's breath hitched, her striped tail stiffening as a wave of arousal crashed over her. Her fur stood on end, a tingling heat spreading from her core outward, her nipples hardening beneath her vest, pressing against the fabric with insistent need. She crossed her legs instinctively, but it was no use—the sight, the smell, the sheer audacity of Haida's hidden monster ignited a fire in her belly. Her mind raced with unbidden images: that cock stretching her, those balls slapping against her with rhythmic force, the musk enveloping her in ecstasy. A soft whimper escaped her lips, barely audible over the office hum, her hands gripping the edge of her desk until her knuckles whitened. The keyboard felt slick under her palms from sudden sweat, the screen blurring as her vision tunneled on Haida.

Without warning, it built to a crescendo. Her body trembled, a flush creeping up her neck, her ears burning hot. The arousal peaked in a spontaneous, hands-free orgasm that rocked her to her core. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her, her inner walls clenching around nothing, a gush of warmth soaking her panties as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. It was intense, electric, her toes curling in her sensible shoes, the scent of her own arousal—a sweet, floral counterpoint to Haida's musk—mingling in the air. Stars danced in her vision, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and for a moment, the office faded away, leaving only the aftershocks of bliss rippling through her petite frame.

Haida, still fumbling with his pants, caught her eye mid-struggle. "R-Retsuko? Are you okay? You look... flushed." His voice was laced with concern, but there was a hint of confusion, his own embarrassment momentarily forgotten as he finally yanked his pants up, though the bulge was now impossible to ignore, straining against the fabric like a beast in a cage.

Fenneko, wiping tears from her eyes, noticed too. "Whoa, Retsuko, you good? Don't tell me Haida's little—er, big—reveal got to you. Hahahahahaha. This day just keeps getting better!"

Retsuko straightened up, forcing a shaky smile, her voice breathy and higher than usual. "I-I'm fine! Just... a hot flash or something. Yeah, that's it." But her eyes lingered on Haida's crotch, the memory seared into her brain, her body still humming with residual pleasure. The office air now carried a charged undercurrent, the scents of arousal and embarrassment blending into something electric, promising that this "normal" day was anything but over.

As the afternoon dragged on, the trio navigated the awkward aftermath. Haida avoided eye contact, his mind reeling from the exposure, the feel of his massive cock shifting uncomfortably in his readjusted pants, a constant reminder of his secret. Every movement sent a subtle throb through it, the balls below aching with unspent weight, their size making even sitting a challenge. He could still smell his own musk clinging to the air, wondering if others noticed, his anxiety spiking like a bad chord progression.

Fenneko, ever the instigator, kept sneaking glances and snickering under her breath. "Seriously, Haida, how do you even walk with that? It's like you've got a python in there. And those balls—behemoth is an understatement. Hahahahahaha. Bet you could win awards for that." Her teasing was relentless, her paw tapping rhythmically on her desk, the sound like a mocking drumbeat.

Retsuko, meanwhile, struggled to focus. The orgasm had left her sensitive, every brush of fabric against her skin sending aftershocks. She stole glances at Haida, imagining the texture of that colossal shaft—smooth yet ridged, hot to the touch, the head glistening with precum if aroused. The musk lingered in her nostrils, addictive, making her thighs press together repeatedly. "Haida," she finally ventured, her voice soft but laced with unintended huskiness, "maybe we should... talk later? After work?"

Haida blinked, surprised, his underbite quirking into a hopeful smile despite the lingering humiliation. "Y-yeah? Sure, Retsuko. I'd like that."

Fenneko rolled her eyes. "Oh boy, here we go. From pants-down disaster to date night. Hahahahahaha. You two are hopeless."

The clock ticked onward, the office oblivious to the undercurrents of desire and embarrassment swirling among the trio. But in the depths of Retsuko's mind, her death metal rage simmered with a new verse: one of colossal cravings and behemoth temptations, ready to scream forth in the privacy of karaoke—or perhaps somewhere more intimate. The day, once normal, had unraveled into a tapestry of sensory overload, where sights, scents, sounds, and secrets promised to reshape their dynamics forever.

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