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

This video used this LORA: https://civitai.red/models/2647417/mouth-fetish-i2v?modelVersionId=2972697

The dim, flickering neon glow of the underground club pulsed like a heartbeat through the thick, humid air of the backroom warehouse on the edge of the city. The stench of stale beer, musk, and raw sex hung heavy, thick enough to taste—sharp, acrid, layered with the sweet musk of arousal that made every breath feel like a drug. Sweat already beaded on every exposed inch of skin, the bass thumping through the walls vibrating straight into bone. Dozens of shadowy figures crowded the space, all men, their jeans unzipped, cocks springing free in the low light, veins throbbing, heads flushed and glistening. They had come here on rumor alone: a legendary shifter willing to let strangers use her throat as their personal fucktoy. Meilin Lee—the 4*Town-obsessed girl—had changed. Grown into a feminine red panda anthro with curves that could break a man’s back, her bright red fur stretched tight over massive breasts that hung heavy and full, nipples stiff and dark, her belly soft and rounded from overindulgence, wide hips that flared into thick, powerful thighs, and a fluffy, bushy tail that flicked with nervous, eager energy.

Her paws—small, white, with pink pads—trembled as she stood center stage, completely naked, her enormous red-panda form dwarfing the entire room. She was huge, easily eight feet tall, her shoulders broad enough to block the doorway, her muzzle a cute but powerful bear-like snout with flared nostrils and a long, dexterous tongue. Her small, white hands gripped the edges of her own cheeks, claws gently prying. Her red fur was damp with sweat, the white markings on her belly and muzzle flushed pink with embarrassment and raw lust. Her yellow eyes were blown wide, pupils slit, bedroom stare locked on the nearest cluster of throbbing cocks. Her voice—still unmistakably Mei’s, soft and breathy—cracked with a mix of shy excitement and filthy hunger.

“Guys… oh gods… look at all of you… I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered, voice husky and trembling. “But I’m so fucking wet… just from the thought of taking every single one of you. My mouth’s been watering nonstop since the second you walked in. Please… please use me. Stretch my jaws wide open and fuck my throat raw. I want to taste every last drop of your hot, sticky cum.”

The first man stepped forward—a tall, burly guy with a veiny eight-inch cock already rock-hard and leaking. His eyes widened at the sight of her. “Holy shit… you’re actually huge… but fuck, Mei, that muzzle looks like it was made for this.” He slapped the fat head against her lips, smearing precum across her muzzle fur. “Open up, red panda. Show us that pretty gullet.”

Mei’s fluffy tail wagged hard, a low, needy whine escaping her throat. She obeyed instantly, her fingers spreading her jaw wider and wider until the hinges popped with wet, audible creaks. Her mouth gaped obscenely, lips pulling back to reveal rows of sharp white teeth and the soft, plush interior of her tongue—now dangling, heavy, and drooling thick ropes of saliva that fell in shiny strands to the floor. Her throat was already visible through the stretched skin, a pale, glistening tube that pulsed visibly with every heartbeat, the walls soft and pliable, veins standing out under the red fur of her neck. The scent of her own arousal hit the men like a drug—sweet, musky, tangy from her soaked folds dripping down her thick thighs.

“Gonna… gonna take you all in at once,” she gasped, voice echoing inside her own cavernous mouth. “Feel how empty I am? Just a few cocks and I’ll be stuffed for days… ahhh, my throat’s already itching for your taste…”

The first cock slid in with a wet *schlick*. Her lips stretched obscenely around the girth, the skin around her muzzle furriled tight, cheeks puffed. The man groaned, hips jerking forward, driving deeper until the bulbous head bumped the back of her throat. Mei’s eyes fluttered, tears pricking at the corners from the overwhelming stretch. Her saliva surged—thick, white, viscous ropes pouring out the corners of her stretched lips, down her chin, splattering her heavy breasts and the floor in messy sheets. The taste flooded her tongue: salty, musky, the precum coating her papillae. Her throat constricted greedily around the invading cock, milking it, the walls rippling visibly, throat bulging with every inch.

“Fuuuuck… your throat’s so tight and hot,” the man moaned, voice breaking. “So warm inside… feels like velvet, Mei. Keep that pretty red tongue out so I can watch it swirl while I fuck you.”

She couldn’t answer with a mouth full—only a muffled, desperate moan that vibrated through her body. Her massive red tail thrashed, smacking the men behind her. Her belly rumbled loudly—**GURGLE… GURGLE…**—the sound raw and wet, echoing the hunger inside her. The other men crowded closer, their hands stroking their cocks, smearing precum on her white belly fur, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. Sweat poured off her fur in sheets, dripping from the tufts of her ears, the white fluff inside them matted and glistening. The air was thick with the wet, obscene sounds of her gagging and the slap of cock against tongue.

Another cock pushed in beside the first, forcing her jaw impossibly wider. Her mouth now spanned four thick shafts at once, lips stretched into a perfect O, the stretched skin creaking audibly. Saliva poured in rivers, cascading down her chest, pooling in the deep valley between her breasts. Her throat bulged grotesquely—visible waves of cock and her own saliva mixing, stretching the pale tube wider, the skin translucent enough to see the throbbing veins inside. The men groaned in unison, voices overlapping in filthy praise.

“Goddamn, look at that throat swallow us… she’s got a fucking esophagus made for cumming,” one growled, slamming deeper until his balls slapped her chin. “Feel that bulge, boys? She’s taking every inch like a champ.”

Mei’s eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out the side of her stretched muzzle, drooling endlessly. The taste of three different men’s precum mixed on her tongue—salty, bitter, sweet from the ones who’d already cum. Her pussy clenched empty, juices running down her legs in sticky trails, but she couldn’t touch herself—her hands were busy holding her own mouth open. The men took turns, feeding her cock after cock, each one stretching her gullet further. Her throat became a visible, rippling tunnel, the walls glistening with layers of saliva and precum. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body; her belly swelled slightly, pushing against her ribcage, the skin shiny and tight.

“More… fuck, I need more cocks in me,” she whined around the intrusion, voice bubbling through the mess of spit. “My throat’s so empty… so *hollow*… stuff it full until I can’t breathe. I want to taste every drop. Please… please use my gaping red-panda mouth like your personal cumdump.”

The room descended into pure chaos. Dozens of cocks now fed her—some in her mouth, some sliding along her stretched lips and tongue, others pressed against her cheeks, forcing her face to stretch even wider. Her jaw ached, the hinges popping with every violent thrust, but she kept her fingers hooked deep inside, holding herself open like a perfect, obscene hole. Saliva poured in torrents now, thick white foam cascading over her chin, soaking her breasts until they shone and dripped in heavy strands. Her throat was a living, breathing wreck—bulging visibly with each massive load, the walls stretching and rippling, veins pulsing under the red fur. The men groaned and laughed, voices overlapping in praise and commands.

“Take it, Mei! That throat’s milking us dry—feels like she’s sucking the soul out of our cocks!”
“Fuck, her belly’s swelling… she’s really taking us all at once!”
“Gonna flood this gaping hole—get ready for a creampie, red panda!”

Mei’s world narrowed to sensation. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging, the slap of meat against tongue, the constant *schlick-schlick* of thick saliva dripping. The taste—salty, thick, addictive—flooding every inch of her mouth. The pressure building in her belly, her guts gurgling loudly now, **GURGLE… GURGLE… GURGLE…** like a broken engine. The heat of dozens of cocks against her face, the musk of their bodies, the way her own arousal made her fur smell sweeter, muskier. Her eyes were glassy, tears and drool mixing on her cheeks. Her massive red tail thrashed wildly, smacking men’s thighs, the fluffy tip leaving wet streaks.

One by one, the men came. The first explosion hit like a firehose—hot, thick ropes of cum blasting straight down her throat in powerful spurts, flooding her stomach until her belly bulged even more, the skin stretching shiny and tight. She swallowed greedily, throat convulsing, milking every pulse. The men roared, thrusting harder, painting her face, her tongue, her inside cheeks with thick, pearly loads. She gagged and moaned around the overload, saliva spraying out in foamy arcs, but she kept her fingers locked, holding her mouth impossibly wide as more and more cocks shoved in to feed.

Cum after cum after cum. Bucket after bucket. The men took turns, painting her muzzle, her breasts, her belly fur, her throat visible even through the mess. Her belly grew distended, round and bloated, churning loudly with every swallow—**GURGLE… GURGLE… GURGLE…**—the sound raw, animalistic, the proof she was taking everything. Sweat poured off her in sheets, her red fur matted and slick. Her tongue hung out the side, coated in a thick layer of cum and spit, dripping endlessly. Her pussy was a soaked, clenching mess, thighs trembling, but she stayed on her paws, holding herself open.

“More… I want more… stuff my throat full again,” she begged, voice hoarse, broken, dripping cum from her lips. “I’m your cumdump… your gaping, drooling red-panda throat… breed me until I can’t stand. I need to taste more of you. Please… please cum again and again…”

The men laughed, cock-hands flying. They piled on, feeding her four, five, six cocks at once. Her jaw stretched to its limit, lips tearing slightly at the corners from the strain, but she held on, fingers buried deep. Her throat became a visible, pulsing wreck—stretched wide, layers of cum and saliva layered thick inside, the walls rippling as they pumped load after load. The room reeked of sex and cum and musk. The bass thumped through the walls. Her belly sloshed with every thrust, gurgling like a broken faucet.

Finally, the last man pulled out, cock still spurting one final, massive rope straight down her open throat. Mei’s body seized—back arching, massive red breasts bouncing, tail thrashing wildly. She came hands-free for the first time, her entire form locking up as her pussy spasmed violently, juices squirting down her legs in a hot spray. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, drool and cum pouring from her stretched mouth in a constant waterfall. The orgasm ripped through her, endless, body-shaking bliss that made her belly *gurgle* louder than ever, the sound echoing through the room like a victory scream.

The men collapsed around her, panting, spent. Mei dropped to her knees—still holding her mouth open, throat still bulging with cum—looking up at them with glassy, blissed-out eyes, cum and saliva dripping in heavy ropes from her chin.

“Best… fucking… meal… ever…” she whispered, voice wrecked, tail giving one final weak wag as the last drops trickled from her gaping, cum-filled maw.

The room erupted in cheers. The red panda was theirs—permanently, gloriously full.