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

The glowing green screen flickered to life in the warm, softly lit studio, the air thick with the faint scent of fresh vinyl upholstery, polished wood panels, and the sweet, musky undertone of peach-scented body spray that clung to every curve of the main hosts. Danger Dolan leaned back in his cracked green swivel chair, blue cap askew, his eccentric grin splitting his face like a ripe fruit as the voice crackled through the studio speakers—warm, velvety, and dripping with playful seduction that made every viewer’s heart race.

“Alright, you beautiful degenerate fuckers out there in the comments, this is Danger Dolan, and we’ve got a fresh, scorching hot question straight from the horny hive! Fire away, don’t be shy, let’s get this planet sweating!”

The chat exploded in a torrent of emojis and raw text—heart eyes, fire emojis, throbbing hands, the works. Dolan’s eyes sparkled with that trademark mischief as he read the words aloud, his voice growing huskier, almost purring with delight.

“Most burning question of the night, folks… ‘What animal has the biggest butt in the world?’”

A ripple of laughter mixed with gasps echoed through the studio mic. Melissa Morgan, the busty brunette anthro fox with her fluffy white tail and sultry red lips, leaned forward in her chair right beside Dolan, her voice a sultry purr that wrapped around every ear like warm silk. “Ohhh, Danger, you really know how to set the mood, don’t you? That question’s got me all hot and bothered already~”

Shima Luan sat on the edge of her plush pink leather armchair, her lithe pink feline body leaning just slightly toward the camera, mint-green eyes half-lidded in that signature bedroom gaze. The camera zoomed in slowly, savoring every sensual detail: her soft, plush pink fur that glowed like warm silk under the studio lights, the gentle rise and fall of her full breasts straining against the tight peach dress with its black stripe, the way her thick thighs pressed together, and—oh, that infamous, hyper-exaggerated ass. Even seated, it was impossible to ignore the way her massive, rounded cheeks curved outward, plush and heavy, the fabric of her skirt stretching taut over them like it was painted on.

The audience chat hit a frenzy—thousands of hearts, dicks, and cum emojis flashing in real time. Dolan couldn’t contain his grin. “Well, well, well… look at our pink little cutie over here. Shima, baby, you’ve been teasing us for months with that ass of yours. What’s your answer, sweetheart? Don’t keep these poor viewers waiting, or I might just have to—mwah—come over and find out myself.”

Shima’s voice was pure velvet, low and teasing, laced with that friendly-yet-seductive purr that made viewers feel like she was speaking directly to their throbbing cocks. She crossed one leg over the other, her hiking boots with white fluff tapping softly against the wooden floor, the scent of her warm fur and faint peach shampoo drifting across the studio as she turned her head toward the camera, her pink tail flicking playfully behind her.

“Oh, Dolan… you always know how to make a girl blush,” she cooed, her cheeks tinting a deeper pink beneath her fur. “But I’m not just any animal, am I? I’m Shima Luan, the one who’s been bouncing these cheeks for you all night. And yes… me. The biggest butt in the entire world is mine. Feel free to stare, boys and girls… I live for it.”

The studio erupted. Dolan threw his head back, laughing so hard his cap slipped completely. “HA! Oh my god, Shima, you absolute legend! I knew it! That ass is legendary! Look at it, viewers—look at that goddamn masterpiece!”

Shima’s laugh was soft, breathy, and utterly erotic, the kind that made your skin tingle. She stood up slowly, arching her back in one smooth, sensual motion, her massive thighs flexing beneath her skirt as she turned fully to face the camera. The view shifted, and the lens zoomed in like it had been waiting all day—there it was: her enormous, plush ass, two perfect, heart-shaped globes of pink fur that jiggled with every tiny shift of weight. It was hyper, impossibly huge, rounded like ripe peaches, the cheeks so full and heavy they strained the fabric of her peach dress to its absolute limit, the black stripe disappearing into the deep valley between them. The skirt rode up just enough to tease, showing the soft, plush flesh spilling out over the bottom of the material, the way her wide hips flared out like an invitation, thick thighs framing the bottom heavy display like they were sculpted for pure erotic worship.

Dolan whistled low and dirty. “Holy shit, Shima, those cheeks are bigger than my entire ego! They’re so fucking massive, so goddamn juicy… I can see the jiggle from here!”

Shima’s mint-green eyes sparkled with pure mischief and raw heat. She reached back with both hands, cupping her own enormous ass cheeks, squeezing them gently so the soft pink fur bunched between her fingers, the warmth radiating through her skin like a living furnace. The scent of her warm, feminine musk—sweet and slightly spicy, like fresh peaches and sun-warmed fur—wafted stronger now, mixing with the faint floral notes of her lotion. She gave one slow, deliberate twerk, just a tiny roll of her hips, and the massive cheeks clapped softly, the plush flesh rippling outward in perfect, hypnotic waves.

“Oh Dolan… you’re making it so hard to stay innocent,” she purred, voice dripping with teasing seduction. “But these cheeks? They’re mine, and I’m so fucking proud of them. They’re gigantic—enormous, plush, heavy as sin. Just look at them jiggle… they’re so wide and round, so thick and juicy, made for grabbing, for spanking, for anything your dirty little minds can dream up. And right now? They’re all for you, viewers. Twerking just for you…”

She turned her back fully to the camera, giving the ultimate rear view, and began to twerk like a goddess possessed. Her hips rolled in slow, hypnotic circles at first, the massive cheeks clapping together with soft, wet-sounding thwacks that echoed through the studio. The motion built—faster, wilder, her knees bending as she bent at the waist slightly, presenting her hindquarters straight to the lens like an offering. Her thick thighs quivered with every powerful thrust, the plush flesh of her ass rippling in endless, sexy waves, the fabric of her dress riding up higher and higher, barely containing the overflow of pink fur that spilled out in soft, bouncy pillows. She glanced back over her shoulder, half-closed eyes glowing with bedroom heat, her pink tongue peeking out just a little as she moaned softly.

“Feel that, Dolan? Feel how big and fat these cheeks are? They’re so gigantic they bounce back on their own… clap, clap, clap… look at the jiggle, it’s hypnotic, it’s obscene, it’s everything you could ever want. And you, viewers? Don’t you dare look away. This ass is for you—stroke to it, imagine sinking into it, burying your face between these massive cheeks while they smother you in the softest, warmest pink fur you’ve ever tasted…”

Dolan’s voice crackled through the speakers, thick with lust. “Jesus Christ, Shima, you’re killing me! Those cheeks are so fucking huge they’re like two goddamn watermelons made of pure, jiggling ecstasy! I can hear them clapping from here—thwack, thwack, thwack—and the way they spill out? Fuck, it’s unfair to the rest of us! Melissa, you seeing this? This is porn right here!”

Melissa leaned in closer, her fox tail swaying, voice husky and teasing. “Oh my god, Dolan… Shima’s got me soaked just watching. That ass is insane. Look how it claps—god, it’s so plump and heavy, so perfectly round, I could bury my face in it for hours. Shima, baby, keep going—show us how you really twerk that monster for the camera…”

Shima’s breathing grew heavier, her mint-green eyes fluttering as she increased the speed, her hips snapping back and forth in a wild, erotic frenzy. The studio filled with the rhythmic, wet slapping of her massive cheeks—clap, clap, clap—each impact sending ripples through her plush fur, the scent of her arousal growing sweeter, muskier in the air. She reached back again, spreading her cheeks just enough to give the ultimate tease, the deep valley between them glistening faintly, the way her thick thighs trembled with every powerful thrust. Her skirt had ridden up completely now, the bottom heavy display fully on display, those hyper-sized cheeks bouncing and clapping like they were alive, begging to be worshipped.

“Shima… fuck, you’re such a fucking goddess,” Dolan groaned, his voice raw. “That ass is the biggest, the sexiest, the juiciest thing in the entire universe. Look at it twerking for us—keep going, baby, don’t stop until we’re all cumming just from the sight of you!”

Melissa chimed in, her voice a breathy moan. “Shima, you’re so fucking hot… those cheeks are so massive they make me jealous and so turned on at the same time. Twerk harder—let us see how they bounce, how they jiggle, how they swallow everything in their path…”

Shima laughed, a low, throaty, seductive sound that vibrated through the mic. She straightened up slightly, still twerking wildly, her pink tail swishing back and forth, her thick thighs flexing as she presented her hindquarters like a perfect offering. The camera stayed locked on her ass, zooming in on the way the plush flesh overflowed her skirt, the soft clapping sounds growing louder, wetter, more erotic with every bounce. She glanced back again, biting her lip, her bedroom eyes locked straight on the viewer.

“You want the biggest butt? You got it, boys and girls. It’s mine. It’s huge—gigantic, sexy, plush, heavy, made to clap and bounce and make you lose your minds. And right now? It’s all yours to imagine sinking into… or burying your face between these cheeks while I twerk just for you…”

Dolan’s laughter turned into a low growl of pure delight. “That’s right, Shima! Keep showing off that monster ass—fuck, it’s the biggest, the best, the most erotic thing we’ve ever seen! Melissa, you seeing this? Our pink queen is serving absolute perfection!”

Melissa’s voice was pure sin. “Oh Dolan, I’m so wet… Shima, you’re a goddess. That ass claps so perfectly, so huge and fat… keep twerking for us, viewers, because this is the hottest thing on the planet.”

The twerking never stopped. The studio echoed with the wet, rhythmic clapping of Shima’s massive, hyper ass—clap, clap, clap—her cheeks rippling outward in endless, hypnotic waves, the plush pink fur glistening under the lights, the sweet musk of her arousal filling the air. Dolan and Melissa traded filthy compliments, their voices wrapping around Shima like warm, eager hands, egging her on, begging her to show the viewers exactly how gigantic and sexy her bottom heavy display truly was.

Shima’s voice cut through the moans, husky and teasing. “That’s it… look at me, Dolan. Look at you, viewers. This is my biggest, my sexiest, my most perfect ass. And I’m twerking it just for you… because you deserve the biggest, the juiciest, the most hypnotic cheeks in the world.”

The camera lingered, the music swelled, the chat exploded, and the studio filled with the symphony of soft clapping cheeks, husky laughter, and pure, unfiltered erotic heat—every sense alive with the scent of warm fur and arousal, the sound of wild twerking, the sight of a goddess presenting her gigantic, sexy ass to the entire world.

And Shima Luan? She just kept bouncing, kept teasing, kept owning the biggest butt in the universe… all for her viewers.