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Seems like Jenny's enjoying herself!

It's a struggle to get expressions to change smoothly with WAN. Open to any advice anyone has for using it.

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For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

AI Story - The Lost Episode of Bucky O'Hare

Jenny paced slowly in the dimly lit confines of her private quarters aboard the Righteous Indignation, the ship's hull vibrating faintly with the low thrum of its warp engines, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to echo the quickening beat of her own heart. The air was thick with the subtle, exotic aroma of Aldebaran incense—jasmine-like and heady, laced with a faint undertone of ozone from the recycled atmosphere—wafting from a small crystal burner on her desk. She had retreated here after a grueling skirmish with the Toad Empire's fighters, her body still humming with adrenaline, her sleek white fur slightly matted with sweat that carried a salty, musky tang. Her voluptuous form, clad in that signature black jumpsuit that clung to every curve like a second skin, felt alive, electric. The silver armor plates gleamed under the soft, pulsating blue glow of the embedded Aldebaran crystals, which hummed faintly, syncing with her psionic energies.

She paused before the full-length mirror bolted to the wall, her large green eyes reflecting back a mix of curiosity and latent desire. Her pink hair fell in luxurious waves over her shoulders, brushing against the sensitive fur of her neck like silk feathers. Jenny had always been aware of her allure—the way her hips swayed with feline grace, the fullness of her breasts that strained against the zipper of her suit, drawing admiring glances from crewmates like Bucky or even the innocent Willy. But tonight, isolation bred temptation. She had been experimenting with her powers, delving deeper into the forbidden archives of the Sisterhood, tapping into the raw essence of the captured Father Quark Demon. A ritual chant, whispered in the ancient tongue of Aldebaran, had unlocked something primal—a surge of energy that now coursed through her veins like liquid fire.

"Oh, what have I unleashed?" she murmured to her reflection, her voice a sultry purr that vibrated in her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, the pink tip brushing against her calves with a soft, teasing tickle. The first hint of change came as a warm tingle in her chest, right at the core where her psionic gems channeled power. It started innocently enough—a gentle warmth spreading outward, like the first sip of spiced wine on a cold night, heating her from within. But then it deepened, intensifying into a throbbing heat that made her nipples pebble instantly beneath the fabric, aching with sudden sensitivity.

She gasped, a soft, breathy sound that filled the room, her paws rising instinctively to cup her breasts. They felt fuller already, the flesh yielding softly under her touch, but swelling subtly with each heartbeat. "Mmm... this feels... different. Good different," she whispered, her emerald eyes half-lidding as she watched in the mirror. The jumpsuit stretched taut over her expanding bosom, the material whispering a faint creak as threads pulled tight. Sight captivated her—the way her cleavage deepened, the zipper dipping lower of its own accord, revealing more of her pristine white fur dusted with a sheen of arousal-induced sweat. The scent hit her next: her own feminine musk rising, sweet and intoxicating, blending with the incense to create an erotic haze that made her head swim.

As the growth accelerated, pleasure bloomed like a forbidden flower. Her breasts ballooned outward, pushing against her paws, the skin beneath her fur stretching smooth and taut, hypersensitive to every brush of air from the vents above. Touch was overwhelming—her furred fingers traced the swelling curves, sinking into the plush softness that now rivaled the size of ripe grapefruits, jiggling enticingly with each movement. "Oh gods... they're getting bigger. So much bigger," she moaned, her voice husky and laced with lust, dialog spilling out as if confessing to an invisible lover. The weight increased, a delicious heaviness that tugged at her torso, making her arch her back to accommodate, her tail curling around her leg in reflexive delight.

The pleasure wasn't just physical; it wove through her psionically, amplifying every sensation. Each inch of expansion sent ripples of ecstasy cascading down her body, pooling hot and insistent between her thighs. She could feel her arousal slickening her folds, the wetness seeping through the crotch of her jumpsuit, creating a dark, damp patch that she could smell—tangy and ripe, like overripe fruit begging to be tasted. Jenny licked her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat mingled with the faint metallic bite of anticipation, her tongue darting out to savor the moment. Sound enveloped her: her ragged breaths turning to whimpers, the zipper's slow, teasing descent with each pop of a tooth, like a lover undressing her inch by inch.

Emboldened, she tugged the zipper lower, exposing her swelling breasts to the cool air of the room. The sudden chill kissed her heated skin, making her nipples throb and harden further, erect peaks that begged for attention. "Yes... look at them. So full, so sensitive," she purred to herself, her paws kneading the burgeoning flesh, fingers circling her areolas in slow, deliberate spirals. The growth surged again, her breasts expanding to the size of melons, their curves perfect and gravity-defying thanks to the psionic infusion. Pleasure spiked with each swell—a building pressure that coiled in her core, making her clit pulse in sympathy. She squeezed harder, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them until sparks of bliss shot straight to her pussy, eliciting a wet, squelching sound as her thighs clenched together.

Stumbling back to her bunk, the mattress dipped under her weight with a soft whoosh, the sheets cool and silky against her feverish fur. She lay back, her massive breasts rising like twin mountains, wobbling hypnotically with every breath. Sight fixated her—the way they heaved, the gems in her armor glowing brighter, casting ethereal blue light over her body. Touch dominated: her paws roamed freely now, one hand massaging the underside of her left breast, feeling the veinous warmth pulsing beneath, while the other slipped lower, unzipping the jumpsuit fully to expose her dripping sex. The air hit her wetness like a caress, cool and teasing, heightening the heat.

"Oh, fuck... I can't stop. They just keep growing," she groaned, her tone dripping with erotic desperation, dialog raw and unfiltered. Her fingers delved into her slick folds, parting the swollen lips with a obscene schlick, the sound echoing lewdly in the quiet space. Smell intensified—her arousal a potent perfume, thick and animalistic, making her nostrils flare. Taste followed as she brought her soaked fingers to her mouth, sucking greedily, the tangy flavor exploding on her tongue like nectar, salty-sweet and addictive. The growth didn't relent; her breasts ballooned further, now surpassing basketballs, their enormity spilling over her sides, pinning her arms slightly as she writhed.

Pleasure layered upon pleasure, each expansion a crescendo. The psionic energy fed back in a loop, making every nerve sing. Her clit throbbed under her thumb's insistent circles, while her other hand mauled her colossal tits, squeezing until milky beads of psionic essence formed at her nipples—ethereal and luminous, tasting like ambrosia when she leaned forward to lap at one, her tongue swirling around the peak in wet, sloppy laps. "More... give me more! I need them huge, bursting with this pleasure!" she cried out, her voice breaking into mewls, body arching off the bed as waves crashed through her.

Sensory overload built relentlessly. Sight blurred with the glow of her gems, colors dancing behind her eyelids. Sound was a symphony—her slick fingers plunging deep, hitting that spongy spot inside with rhythmic squelches, her moans escalating to screams. Smell wrapped her in a cocoon of lust, her musk overpowering everything. Taste lingered on her lips, her own essence a drug. Touch was ecstasy incarnate—her breasts, now gigantic orbs that dominated her frame, quivering with each heartbeat, the skin so taut it hummed, every graze sending jolts that made her pussy clench around her fingers.

The orgasm approached like a storm, pleasure coiling tighter, greater than anything she'd known. "Yes! Oh, stars, yes! Bigger... fuck, make them bigger!" she begged, dialog frantic and filthy, hips bucking wildly. Her tail thrashed, knocking over the incense burner with a clatter, spilling ashes that added a smoky bite to the air. Finally, it shattered—a mind-blowing release that tore through her like a supernova. Her body convulsed, breasts heaving massively, essence spurting from her nipples in arcs that splattered her fur, warm and sticky. Her pussy gushed, soaking the sheets with a flood of cum, the sensation of release rippling outward in endless waves. She screamed, a primal yowl that might have echoed through the vents, pleasure so intense it bordered on divine agony, every sense exploding in unity.

Minutes stretched into eternity as aftershocks trembled through her, her breasts slowly deflating to their original size, the psionic surge ebbing. Jenny lay there, panting, a satisfied grin on her face, fur matted and glistening. "That... was beyond words. My secret indulgence," she whispered, tracing a finger through the remnants of her essence, tasting one last drop with a contented purr. The war outside faded; in this moment, she was queen of her own erotic realm.

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