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Judy got the booty!

Tried doing some music gens for this courtesy of soundverse: http://www.soundverse.ai/

It gens two at a time. Here's the take using the on-site lyric generator to make a song about Judy's booty: Version 1 Version 2

And here's a take using Grok (which is much less censored) to write the lyrics and Soundverse to gen the music, much shorter because Soundverse has a 400 character limit: Version 1 Version 2

Tech Talk

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 - Ass-ault & Battery

In the bustling heart of Zootopia, where the neon lights of the nightlife district pulsed like a throbbing vein, Judy Hopps found herself in a dimly lit alleyway behind a seedy club called "The Burrow Bump." The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat-soaked fur, cheap perfume, and the faint tang of spilled booze that clung to the cracked pavement like a lover's desperate grip. Judy, the pint-sized rabbit cop with a heart of gold and now, thanks to some wild genetic quirk or maybe just the fanfiction gods smiling down, an absolutely massive, jiggling dumptruck of an ass that strained against her tight police uniform pants like two overripe melons begging to burst free. Her cheeks were so plump and round they could make a fox's jaw drop from a mile away, swaying hypnotically with every hop she took.

She'd stumbled upon this place after a long shift, chasing down a lead on some underground dance craze that was sweeping the mammal underworld. Twerking, they called it—a booty-shaking frenzy that turned asses into weapons of mass seduction. Judy had never been one for the wild side, but curiosity gnawed at her like a carrot on steroids. "What the hell," she muttered to herself, her voice a mix of determination and that innocent bunny quiver. She pushed open the back door, the creak echoing like a promise of forbidden fun.

Inside, the club throbbed with bass-heavy music that vibrated through her bones, making her massive ass cheeks tingle as if they were alive with electricity. The room was a haze of strobe lights flashing over writhing bodies—zebras grinding, wolves howling, and a particularly voluptuous sheep popping her woolly rump like it was pneumatic. The smell hit her next: a cocktail of arousal, pheromones thick as fog, mixed with the salty sharpness of cum stains on the sticky floor and the sweet, floral notes of lube being slathered liberally. Judy's nose twitched, her ears perking up at the wet slaps of flesh on flesh, moans blending with the beat like a symphony of sin.

At the center of it all was a stage where a sultry vixen instructor, her own tail swishing like a whip, was demonstrating the art of twerking. "Alright, you horny beasts," the vixen purred, her voice dripping like honey over gravel, "Twerking ain't just shaking your tail—it's about owning that fat ass, making it clap like thunder, teasing every cock in the room till they're leaking pre-cum without a touch." She bent over, her skimpy shorts riding up to expose her dripping pussy lips, and started bouncing her cheeks in rapid, hypnotic rhythm. Clap-clap-clap—the sound echoed, meaty and obscene, sending ripples through the air that Judy could feel on her fur.

Judy's eyes widened, her paws instinctively reaching back to squeeze her own enormous ass. God, it was huge—each cheek a pillow of soft, yielding flesh that jiggled under her touch, warm and plush like fresh-baked buns. She'd always been self-conscious about it, how it made her uniform pants split at the seams or how suspects would stare mid-arrest. But watching this? A fire ignited in her belly, spreading down to her throbbing clit, already swelling against her panties. "I... I gotta try this," she whispered, her breath hot and ragged.

The vixen spotted her, grinning wickedly. "Newbie bunny with the dumptruck? Get up here, sugar. Let's teach that phat ass to twerk like a pro." Judy hopped up, heart pounding like a drum solo, the stage lights hot on her gray fur, making her sweat glisten like dew. The instructor positioned her: paws on knees, back arched, that massive ass thrust out like an offering to the gods of lust. "Now, drop it low, pop it back—feel the bounce in those cheeks. Make 'em clap, bitch!"

Judy tried, awkward at first. Her first shake was tentative, a little wiggle that sent a soft ripple through her gigantic globes. But then the music kicked in harder, bass thumping like a heartbeat in her core, and she let go. Her ass started bouncing—up, down, side to side—those cheeks slamming together with a thunderous CLAP that drowned out the crowd's cheers. The sensation was electric: the jiggle traveling up her spine, her pussy lips rubbing slickly against each other with every thrust, juices soaking her thighs. The smell of her own arousal filled her nostrils, musky and sweet, like ripe berries mixed with bunny heat. "Fuck yeah," Judy gasped, her voice turning slutty and breathless, "This feels so goddamn good—my ass is on fire!"

She practiced for hours, the club emptying out as dawn crept in, but Judy was hooked. Her twerks grew fiercer, more precise—cheeks clapping like applause at a porn awards show, sweat flying off her fur in salty sprays that tasted bitter on her lips when she licked them. The instructor high-fived her. "You're a natural, Hopps. That dumptruck's gonna break hearts—and balls."

Cut to later that evening, back at her cramped apartment in the heart of the city. The air was cooler now, scented with lavender from her candles, but undercut by the lingering musk of her earlier sweat. Judy had invited Nick Wilde over under the pretense of "case discussion," but really, she wanted to show off. Nick, the sly fox with his trademark smirk, lounged on her couch, his lean body clad in that casual shirt and tie, hiding what Judy knew was a monster cock—thick, veiny, with balls like fuzzy oranges that hung heavy and full. She'd caught glimpses before, during stakeouts, the bulge in his pants making her mouth water.

"Alright, Carrots," Nick drawled, his voice smooth as silk but laced with that teasing edge, sipping a beer that filled the room with its hoppy bite. "What's this big secret? You gonna arrest me for being too handsome?"

Judy grinned, her ears flushing pink. She dimmed the lights, the room bathing in a soft glow that highlighted every curve of her body. She'd changed into something skimpy—a tiny crop top that barely contained her perky tits, nipples poking like bullets, and shorts so short they vanished into the cleft of her enormous ass, the fabric stretched taut over those wobbling cheeks. "Oh, Slick Nick, you have no idea. I learned something today that's gonna blow your mind—and maybe more."

She hit play on her phone, a thumping hip-hop beat filling the space, vibrating the floorboards. The sound was primal, urging her hips to move. Judy turned her back to him, bending slightly, that massive dumptruck ass presented like a feast. "Watch this, fox boy," she teased, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, profane and bold. "I'm gonna twerk this fat bunny ass till you cream your pants."

Nick's eyes locked on, his smirk fading into slack-jawed awe. "Holy shit, Judy... that ass is fucking enormous. It's like two planets colliding."

She started slow, a teasing sway, her cheeks rippling gently, the soft fur catching the light like velvet. Then she ramped it up—dropping low, popping back, her ass bouncing with ferocious energy. CLAP-CLAP-CLAP—the meaty smacks echoed, each one sending shockwaves through the air, the sound wet and obscene as her sweat-slicked cheeks slapped together. The jiggle was mesmerizing, waves rolling across her plump globes, making them quake like jelly in an earthquake. Judy's tail bobbed wildly above it all, a fluffy punctuation to the lewd display.

The scent hit Nick hard—Judy's arousal wafting like a pheromone bomb, musky bunny cunt mixed with the salty tang of her sweat, making his nostrils flare and his cock twitch. He could feel it swelling in his pants, that huge fox dick thickening to its full girth, veins pulsing like ropes under the skin, pre-cum already oozing from the slit, soaking his boxers. His balls churned, heavy and full, aching with pent-up load. "Fuck, Carrots," he groaned, his voice rough and needy, paws gripping the couch cushions till his claws dug in. The fabric tore with a rip, but he didn't care. "Your ass is so goddamn phat—keep shaking it, you slutty little bunny. Make those cheeks clap louder!"

Judy laughed, a dirty, breathy sound that sent shivers down his spine. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat on her lips—salty, with a hint of her own excitement. "You like that, huh? This massive dumptruck twerking just for you? Bet your big cock's throbbing, leaking all over. Don't touch it, Nick—watch me work this ass and cum from the sight alone."

She intensified, twerking faster, her hips grinding in circles now, ass cheeks spreading slightly with each bounce to flash glimpses of her soaked pussy, lips puffy and glistening, clit peeking out like a pink pearl. The slaps grew wetter, her juices trickling down her thighs, the squelch audible over the music. Every sense assaulted Nick: the visual feast of that jiggling behemoth, the thunderous claps ringing in his ears, the intoxicating smell of her heat filling his lungs, the distant taste of his own drool as he bit his lip bloody. Even the air felt charged, humid with their combined arousal, his fur standing on end.

His cock strained against his zipper, a tent so massive it hurt, the head poking out, smeared with pre-cum that dripped in sticky strings. Balls tightening, he felt the pressure build—no touch needed, just Judy's relentless twerking driving him insane. "Oh shit, Judy—your ass is too fucking sexy! It's clapping like it wants to milk my dick dry without even trying. Fuck, I'm gonna—"

With a guttural growl, Nick blew his load. His huge cock erupted hands-free, thick ropes of hot, creamy fox cum blasting through his pants, soaking the fabric in dark patches. Spurt after spurt, his balls contracting painfully, unloading what felt like gallons—sticky, pungent seed that reeked of musk and virility, pooling on the couch and dripping to the floor with wet plops. The sensation was intense, waves of pleasure crashing through him, making his body convulse, toes curling, tail thrashing.

Judy didn't stop, twerking through his orgasm, her own pussy clenching in sympathy, juices squirting out in a fine mist that sprayed the air. "Yeah, cum for me, you dirty fox! Blow that massive load all over from my phat ass shaking! Fuck, I can smell it—hot, thick cum everywhere!"

As the music faded, Judy finally slowed, turning to face him, her massive ass still quivering from the aftershocks. She sauntered over, paws trailing over his cum-soaked crotch, feeling the warmth seep through. "See what my twerking does? You're a mess, Slick." Nick panted, eyes glazed, pulling her close for a sloppy kiss that tasted of beer and cum residue. "Teach me more, Carrots. That dumptruck's my new addiction."

And in that moment, Zootopia's finest duo crossed into a world of endless, booty-shaking debauchery, their nights filled with claps, moans, and the sticky aftermath of untouched ecstasy.

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