The base images here were genned with a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using the 3WolfMond-LastSDG model: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend the 'Mond family of models since they're all high quality furry models.

The raw gens did have some bad looking attempted signatures. I cleaned those up using Lama Cleaner: https://github.com/light-and-ray/sd-webui-lama-cleaner-masked-content . If you're genning locally that's an excellent tool for removing glitched or unwanted details from gens.

The text was edited in using Canva: https://www.canva.com/ . Although it's unfortunate that ads/payment requests can be intrusive, this seems like a very convenient and easy to use free tool for image editing.

Lastly, this post 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 . I'd recommend this for anyone posting to e6ai since it makes tags more comprehensive and can save time and effort from manually tagging everything.

The warm afternoon sun poured through the arched window like liquid gold, casting a hazy glow over the cluttered little workshop. The air hung thick with the earthy scent of aged oak shelves, dried herbs, and that unmistakable wild, sun-baked lioness musk that made every whisker twitch. Jax, the scruffy male lion in his rumpled blue tee, slouched at the table with his ears drooped and tail limp, looking like he’d just lost a fight with his own shadow.

Then she sauntered in—Lira, the absolute goddess of a lioness with her fiery red-brown mane cascading like silk over her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief as she planted herself right in front of him, hips cocked, that playful smirk curling her pink lips.

“You feeling alright, man?” she purred, voice low and velvety, like warm honey dripping over velvet. She tilted her head, lashes fluttering. “Boobs? Wanna touch boobs?”

Before he could even process the words, her paws hooked the hem of her tight blue shirt. With one slow, deliberate tug—*shhhrrrip* of fabric stretching—she yanked it upward. Out they came. Not just boobs. *Gigantic* boobs. Colossal, gravity-defying, pillow-soft mountains of plush lioness perfection, barely contained by the delicate white lace bra that looked like it was fighting for its life. They bounced once, twice, settling with a hypnotic wobble that sent little ripples through the lace like waves on a golden sea. Each one was easily the size of his head—maybe bigger—full, heavy, and so impossibly round they strained the thin straps, threatening to spill over with every breath she took. The soft fur around the edges glowed in the sunlight, and he swore he could feel the warmth radiating off them from three feet away.

Jax’s jaw dropped. His ears shot straight up. A tiny, mortified squeak escaped his throat. “L-Lira… what the—?!”

She giggled—a bright, teasing chime that bounced around the room like wind chimes in a breeze—and leaned forward just enough to make those monumental mounds sway pendulously, inches from his stunned face. The faint scent of her vanilla-laced fur lotion mixed with natural lioness warmth hit him like a drug. “Aww, look at that face! You’re all blushy and floofed. C’mon, big guy. They’re not gonna bite… unless you ask nicely.” She gave the shirt another playful tug, making the lace creak in protest. “Feel how soft? Go on, I can see your paws twitching. They’re like… two giant, warm, jiggly stress balls custom-made for sad lion boys.”

He tried to play it cool—failed spectacularly. His tail lashed once, knocking a clay pot off the table with a comedic *crash*. “I-I was just having a bad day, not… not summoning a boob apocalypse!”

Lira threw her head back and laughed, rich and throaty, her whole body shaking with it so those legendary assets bounced and jiggled in perfect rhythm. The sound was pure comedy gold wrapped in velvet seduction. “Boob apocalypse? Oh my gods, you’re adorable when you’re flustered. Here—” She cupped them from below with both paws, lifting the massive pair like an offering on a silver platter. The lace whispered against her fur. “They’re warm, they’re heavy, and right now they’re officially designated emotional support boobs. Touch one. Just one. I dare you.”

Jax’s whiskers trembled. The air between them felt electric; he could hear his own heartbeat thudding in his ears, smell the sweet warmth rising from her, almost taste the teasing promise on the tip of his tongue. One paw lifted halfway, hovering, then froze. “You’re evil. Beautiful, evil, and those things should come with a warning label: ‘May cause spontaneous loss of brain cells.’”

She winked, voice dropping into a husky whisper that somehow still sparkled with laughter. “Warning accepted. But seriously, Jax… you look like you need a hug. A really, *really* soft one.” She gave them a gentle bounce for emphasis—*boing*—and the room filled with the soft rustle of lace and fur. “Or are you gonna keep staring until they hypnotize you completely? Because I’m totally okay with that too.”

He finally cracked a grin, ears flushing hot. “You win. This is the weirdest, best therapy session ever.”

Lira’s eyes twinkled with triumph as she leaned in closer, those gigantic, glorious boobs swaying like twin planets in orbit, filling his entire world with warmth, scent, and the most ridiculous, heart-fluttering comfort imaginable. “Good boy. Now… wanna touch boobs?”