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tai lung (meme 2026) directed by gridanon
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Don't you just hate it when your enormous endowments are too big for your pants? Tai Lung sure does! He wasn't in more of the series because his pants budget was out of control!

A take on the tight pants meme: https://e621.net/posts?tags=tight_pants_%28meme%29+

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This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 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.

For the upload Tail Tagger was used to assist in tagging: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 for AI assisted tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

AI Story - The Leopard Can't Change His Spots... Or His Pants

Tai Lung stood atop the ancient temple's balcony, the sun dipping low on the horizon like a molten orb surrendering to the night. The Valley of Peace sprawled below him, a tapestry of pagodas and misty mountains bathed in the warm amber glow of twilight. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and distant rain-soaked earth, a humid caress that clung to his spotted fur like a lover's breath. He had escaped his prison long ago, but the fire of vengeance still smoldered in his chest—yet tonight, something else burned hotter. A primal urge, raw and unyielding, pulsed through his colossal frame, demanding release.

His body was a masterpiece of raw power, forged in the crucible of endless training and unbridled fury. Broad shoulders rippled with muscles that could shatter stone, each sinew etched like chiseled marble under his sleek gray fur, dotted with those signature black rosettes that seemed to dance in the fading light. His chest heaved with every breath, pecs like armored plates swelling outward, nipples hardening against the cool evening breeze that whispered across his bare torso. Arms thicker than tree trunks flexed involuntarily, veins bulging like rivers of liquid fire, claws glinting sharply as he gripped the red-lacquered railing. But it was lower down where his true enormity asserted itself—his enormous cock, a throbbing behemoth that strained against the confines of his purple pants, already tenting the fabric obscenely. It was a weapon in its own right, veined and ridged, pulsing with heat that radiated through the material, the head alone as thick as a fist. Below it, his colossal balls hung heavy, like overripe fruits swollen with seed, each one the size of a melon, churning with pent-up essence that sloshed audibly with every shift of his weight. And his ass—oh, that big, muscular butt—rounded and firm, cheeks like twin boulders sculpted by the gods, flexing with power that could crush foes or entice lovers in equal measure.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating through his massive chest as he felt the insistent throb between his legs grow unbearable. "Damn these cursed pants," he snarled to himself, his voice a deep, gravelly timbre that echoed off the temple walls like thunder. The studded belt dug into his waist, the metal rivets cool against his heated fur, but it was the tightness around his groin that drove him mad. He had been training all day, pushing his body to its limits—leaps that shook the ground, strikes that cleaved the air with a whoosh—and now, the sweat-soaked fabric clung to him like a second skin, outlining every inch of his exaggerated manhood. The scent of his own musk rose sharp and intoxicating, a mix of salty exertion and feral arousal that made his nostrils flare.

With a frustrated huff, Tai Lung reached down, his massive paw enveloping the buckle of his belt. The leather creaked under his grip, the studs pressing into his palm like tiny bites of pleasure-pain. He yanked it open with a metallic clink, the sound crisp in the quiet evening, and began to tug the pants downward. But they resisted—oh, how they resisted—clinging to the sweat-dampened fur of his thighs and the obscene bulge that refused to yield. "Nngh... come on, you infernal things," he muttered through gritted teeth, his yellow eyes widening in surprise as the fabric caught on the flare of his cockhead. He pulled harder, the material stretching with a soft rippling tear, and suddenly—pop!—it gave way.

His enormous cock sprang free like a coiled serpent unleashed, slapping against his chiseled abs with a meaty thud that sent a shiver racing up his spine. It bobbed heavily in the open air, a towering shaft of veined flesh, easily two feet long and as thick as his forearm, the skin a flushed pink beneath the thin layer of fur at its base. Pre-cum already beaded at the slit, glistening like dew in the sunset, a sticky thread connecting it to the waistband of his white underwear, which now strained valiantly but futilely around his colossal balls. Those orbs tumbled out partially, each one smooth and hairless save for a fine down, their weight pulling the fabric taut, the seams groaning in protest. The scent hit him full force now—musky, potent, almost overwhelming, mingling with the jasmine to create an aphrodisiac haze that made his head swim.

Tai Lung's big butt clenched as he shifted his stance, the cheeks parting slightly to reveal the puckered entrance hidden beneath his tail, fur matted with sweat that trickled down in warm rivulets. He let out a gasp, the sound sharp and involuntary, his tail lashing behind him like a whip. "Ahh! What sorcery is this?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and burgeoning lust. The cool breeze kissed his exposed skin, sending goosebumps rippling across his massive thighs, each muscle group defined and quivering. He reached down further, his claws grazing the sensitive underside of his shaft, eliciting a jolt of electric pleasure that made his knees buckle slightly. The touch was fire—hot, velvety skin sliding under his rough pads, the veins pulsing like a heartbeat against his fingers.

Emboldened, he shoved the pants lower, the purple fabric pooling around his bandaged ankles with a soft whoosh. Now fully revealed, his enormous cock stood proud, curving slightly upward, the head flaring wide and dripping steadily. He wrapped one paw around it—barely able to encircle its girth—and gave a slow, experimental stroke. The sensation was exquisite: smooth glide over ridged flesh, the foreskin peeling back to expose the glistening crown, a low moan escaping his lips as pre-cum oozed forth, slick and warm, coating his palm with its salty tang. He brought his hand to his muzzle, inhaling deeply—the aroma earthy and virile—before licking tentatively, the flavor bursting on his tongue like concentrated essence of male desire, bitter-sweet and addictive.

His colossal balls swayed with the motion, heavy and full, each swing producing a faint, liquid slosh that he could feel reverberating through his core. They brushed against his inner thighs, the skin stretched tight over their volume, sensitive to every whisper of air. Tai Lung's free hand roamed backward, cupping one cheek of his big butt, squeezing the firm muscle that yielded just enough to dimple under his grip. "Mmm, so much power... so much need," he growled, his voice dropping an octave, husky with arousal. He probed further, a claw circling his tight ring, the heat there radiating outward, muscles clenching in anticipation.

The temple's lanterns flickered to life below, casting dancing shadows that played across his form, highlighting the sheen of sweat on his huge muscles. His abs contracted, eight-pack rippling like waves on a stormy sea, as he began to pump his shaft in earnest. The sound was lewd—wet schlicks filling the air, punctuated by his ragged breaths and occasional grunts. "Yes... feel that strength," he murmured, imagining an audience, perhaps that infuriating panda Po, or even Master Shifu, witnessing his dominance. But no, this was for him alone—a solitary conquest of his own body's demands.

Faster now, his paw blurred along the length, from the thick base where coarse fur met smooth skin, up to the flared tip that wept copiously. His colossal balls drew up slightly, tightening with the building pressure, the sloshing intensifying like a storm brewing. The scent grew thicker, a cloud of musk enveloping him, making his head spin. Touch exploded in waves: the rough texture of his callused palm against silky cockflesh, the cool metal of his belt buckle still dangling against his thigh, the warm fur of his tail brushing his calves.

A bead of sweat trickled down his spine, pooling at the cleft of his ass, adding to the slickness as he dipped a finger inward, breaching himself with a gasp. "Ahh! So tight... so hot inside," he hissed, the intrusion sending sparks through his nerves, his enormous cock twitching in response, swelling even larger if possible. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—stretching from within while stroking without, senses alight with fire.

His big butt jiggled slightly with each thrust of his hips, cheeks clapping softly as he fucked into his own fist. Dialog spilled from him in fragmented growls: "Take it... all of it... you can't handle this power..." Imaginary foes or lovers bowed before his might, but reality was the cresting wave of ecstasy. Taste lingered on his tongue from earlier, smell saturated the air, sight fixed on his veined monstrosity pulsing in his grip, sound a symphony of flesh and voice, touch an inferno of sensation.

The climax built like a tidal wave, his muscles tensing—shoulders bunching, arms flexing, thighs quaking. "Nngh... here it comes!" he roared, voice echoing across the valley. His colossal balls contracted, unleashing torrent after torrent of thick, ropey cum that arced through the air, splattering the balcony stones with wet thuds, steaming in the cooling night. Wave after wave, his enormous cock jerked, milking every drop, the release so intense his vision blurred, body shuddering with aftershocks.

Finally spent, Tai Lung slumped against the pillar, pants forgotten at his feet, his massive form glistening under the stars. The scent of his seed mingled with the jasmine, a victorious perfume. "That... was worthy of a warrior," he panted, a satisfied smirk curling his lips. But deep down, he knew this was just the beginning—the night was young, and his urges eternal.

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