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

The sultry scent of warm vanilla and ripe cinnamon filled the grand living room of the sprawling Hopps house, thick and intoxicating, curling around every curve like a lover’s caress. Bonnie Hopps lounged on the oversized sectional, her creamy white fur glistening under the soft golden lamp light, every heavy, swollen breast straining against the thin white tank top that had long surrendered to her growing belly. Her big blue eyes half-lidded in pure bliss, ears twitching with each slow breath as she cradled her enormous, taut pregnant belly that jutted forward like a ripe fruit, the faint outline of tiny hooves pressing visibly beneath the stretched fabric. Her bushy tail swayed lazily, brushing the air with a soft whisper of fur. “Ohhh, there you are~,” Bonnie purred, her voice a husky rumble that vibrated through the room, thick with maternal heat and raw seduction. “We’ve all been waiting so patiently… your eyes on us, your hands itching to touch… it’s making us throb with need.” She shifted, the motion sending a ripple across her swollen midsection, her thick thighs parting just enough to reveal the glistening, slick folds already weeping between them, the musky sweetness of her arousal mingling with the vanilla. One hand slid slowly down her belly, fingertips tracing the outie navel that winked with each heartbeat, while the other cupped her heavy, leaking breast, thumb circling the pink areola until milk beaded at the tip.

Beside her, Chilli Heeler lounged in a chair that creaked under her athletic frame, orange fur flushed deep gold, her white muzzle open in a breathless pant as she gripped the arms. Her long, striped tail thumped rhythmically against the floor, the black nose flaring at the air heavy with sweat and the sharp, animal tang of her arousal. “Fufu~ look at him staring like that,” she growled low and teasing, her voice dripping with authoritative heat as she leaned forward, the green tank top riding up to expose the wide, glistening hips and the massive belly that made her thick thighs tremble. Her ears flicked, and she breathed in deep, letting the scent of her body wash over everyone. “We’re all so full… so ready to be filled again by you. My pussy’s pulsing just from thinking about your fingers slipping inside me while I’m like this.” She spread her legs wider, the motion making her spotted tail curl, exposing the swollen, pink folds dripping with clear slick, the musky doggy scent sharp and inviting.

Counting Cougar sat cross-legged on the ottoman, her slender orange body curled in a playful pose, green eyes sparkling with mischief as she bounced lightly, the soft pads of her paws patting her own swollen belly that rounded her middle in a perfect, bouncy curve. Her long tail flicked, the small horns glinting. “Count it, count it~,” she cooed in that upbeat, singsong voice, but the words were laced with filthy invitation, her breath hitching as she ran a paw slowly over her pink nipples, already stiff and leaking tiny beads. “Feel how heavy these full tits are? My cunt’s so wet I can smell myself… imagine plunging in while I’m counting every inch of your cock. We’re all preggers for you, baby—make us bigger, make us leak more~.”

Giraffe Mom stretched languidly across the floor cushions, her tall, spotted frame unfolding like a living sculpture, long neck curving gracefully as she arched her back to push her heavy, rounded belly upward. The warm, earthy scent of giraffe fur and sweet musk rolled through the air, her floppy ears twitching with every breath. “Mmmph~ come closer, my tall one,” she murmured in her calm, velvety tone, voice thick with desire as she lifted a spotted leg, exposing the slick, puffy lips of her pregnant pussy that glistened under the light. “My body’s aching for you… these huge breasts are so sensitive, leaking just from the air. I want you to fill me until my belly swells even more—feel my heat, taste my sweet milk while you breed me deep.”

Kanga lounged against the pillows, her red fur soft and warm, pouch cradling nothing but the perfect swell of her belly that made her muscular arms look even stronger. Her white belly fur was stretched taut, the scent of kangaroo warmth and creamy arousal filling the space. “Oh, bother~,” she sighed with a playful wink, voice rich and humorous yet dripping with lust as she pressed a paw to her navel, fingers circling. “You’re looking at all these big, bouncy bellies and my dripping cunt… come on, tall boy, let me bounce on you while my pouch is full of you. My nipples are hard little points begging to be sucked—taste me, I’m so ready to swell again for you.”

Mabel cherrikissu curled on the rug in a soft pink haze, her curvy rabbit body gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, big eyes fluttering as she traced circles around her own massive, plush belly. The artist’s signature softness wrapped around her like a blanket, her scent sweet and floral. “Hehe~ my pretty bunny belly’s so full, so sensitive,” she giggled breathlessly, voice airy and teasing, one paw slipping between her thick thighs to stroke the swollen, dripping folds glistening with honeyed slick. “Watch me tease you… my pussy’s throbbing for your touch. We’re all mothers-to-be for you—imagine stretching me while I paint your masterpiece~.”

Mrs. Brisby sat with quiet grace on the arm of the couch, her brown fur soft as velvet, glasses perched on her snout as she adjusted them with a gentle smile that never quite hid the hunger. “Oh, dear… you’re staring so intently at all these swollen mothers,” she murmured in that wise, maternal lilt, voice warm and intimate, one hand resting on her gentle belly as the other trailed down to part her slick lips just enough to show the glistening pink inside. The musty, comforting scent of her body wrapped around everyone like a hug, thick with the faint metallic tang of milk beading at her nipples. “My body’s so full of you… come feel how wet I am, how my cunt clenches at the thought of carrying your seed.”

Mrs. Katswell perched on the windowsill, her tiny red body bouncing with excitement, pouch heavy and rounded as she waved her paws. “Oh, my! Look at you all so pregnant and sexy for him,” she trilled, voice bright yet husky, ears flopping as she wiggled her hips, the soft white belly fur brushing her inner thighs. Her scent was light and sweet, like cotton candy, but beneath it the sharp musk of arousal. “My little pouch is so full… I’m dripping just imagining you stuffing me while I bounce. Come taste these hard nipples—they’re leaking for you~.”

Nicole Watterson sprawled across the beanbag, brown sloth fur matted slightly with sweat, red scarf loose around her neck as her massive belly pressed outward like a shield. The fruity, earthy scent of her body—sweet sloth musk mixed with raw need—hung heavy in the air. “I love you guys~,” she breathed, voice soft and chaotic yet thick with erotic promise, one paw cupping her heavy breast while the other dipped between her spread legs, fingers parting the slick, puffy lips that glistened under the light. “My pussy’s so wet and hot… we’re all mothers for you, swollen and ready to take you deeper while we leak and moan.”

Patricia Bunny lounged in the center of the room like a queen, curvy rabbit body on full display, her prominent features highlighted by the soft lighting. The heavy, sweet scent of her arousal—warm, musky, and feminine—coiled around every sense. “Mmm, come here, tall boy~,” she purred, voice confident and maternal, one paw sliding down her swollen belly to the dripping, swollen folds already shining with slick. “Feel how my cunt is throbbing for you… these big, bouncy tits and this perfect belly are all yours to fill. We’re all preggers and aching—breed us, make us bigger and leak more for you.”

Peg Pete leaned against the wall, leather jacket open, brown dog fur sleek with sweat, bandana loose. Her athletic scent—sharp, clean, with that unmistakable dog musk—cut through the room like a challenge. “Let’s kick some ass~,” she growled low and teasing, voice dripping with sarcasm and heat as she spread her powerful thighs, exposing the glistening, thick folds of her pregnant pussy that clenched visibly. “My belly’s so huge… imagine pounding it while I ride you. These nipples are so sensitive—taste me, I’m dripping just thinking about you.”

Perdita stood gracefully by the window, white dalmatian fur shining, black spots like stars against her elegant curves. Her beauty scent—warm, feminine, with that faint floral tang—wrapped around everyone as she lifted one spotted leg, tail swishing. “Oh, Roger~,” she sighed in that classic maternal lilt, voice rich and loving yet filthy, one hand cradling her massive belly while the other stroked her swollen, dripping cunt lips. The sweet, velvety musk of her arousal filled the air. “My pussy’s so hot and wet for you… these heavy breasts are leaking—feel how I ache to carry your cubs deeper.”

Stella perched on the edge of a chair, white owl feathers ruffled, green eyes gleaming with dramatic intensity. Her elegant scent—cool, predatory, with a hint of night-blooming flowers—hung thick. “Blitzy… you’re looking at us like you want to ruin us,” she hissed, voice elegant and venomous with lust as she spread her long legs, exposing the slick, puffy folds glistening between them. “My cunt is dripping for you… these big bellies and hard nipples are all yours to breed. Make me swell, make me moan your name while you fill me.”

Toriel stood in the doorway, brown goat horns catching the light, her red dress hanging loose over her swollen, motherly belly. The warm, spiced scent of goat fur and sweet milk rolled out like a lullaby turned erotic. “KIDDO…,” she cooed in that gentle, protective voice, eyes full of maternal heat as she lifted her skirt just enough to show the glistening, heavy folds of her pussy, milk already beading at her nipples. “My body is so full of you… come feel my wet heat, my swollen cunt clenching at the thought of carrying more for you.”

Twilight Velvet adjusted her glasses on the couch, purple mane perfect, horn gleaming. Her upper-class scent—lavender and expensive musk—cut through the room. “Darling… you’re drooling over all these swollen mothers,” she purred, voice snobby yet dripping with desire as she lifted her elegant leg, exposing the slick, puffy lips of her pregnant pussy that shone. “My cunt is so wet and needy… these big bellies and hard nipples beg for your touch. Breed us, darling—make us leak and swell for you.”

Vanilla The Rabbit bounced on her toes in the center, cream fur glowing, blue eyes sparkling as she hugged her enormous belly. Her sweet, rabbit-musk scent wrapped around like a warm blanket. “Sonic~!” she giggled, voice bright and maternal yet thick with teasing lust, one paw slipping down to part her slick, glistening folds while the other cupped a heavy, leaking breast. “My pussy’s throbbing so bad… we’re all mothers for you, swollen and dripping—imagine filling me while I bake you cookies~.”

The entire room pulsed with their combined scents—vanilla sweetness, cinnamon warmth, dog musk, giraffe earthiness, kangaroo cream, rabbit floral, mouse must, cotton candy sweetness, sloth fruit, dog leather, dalmatian elegance, owl night, goat spice, unicorn lavender, rabbit cream—layered so thickly the air felt heavy, wet, and alive. Every mother’s swollen belly rose and fell in unison, breasts heaving, pussies visibly clenching and dripping onto the floor in slow, seductive trails. They looked at you—every single one of them—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, tails and paws teasing in the softest, most erotic invitation imaginable.

Now tell me what you want to do next… or just sit there and let them tease you until you can’t take it anymore~