PixAI Membership

📢 Login Issue Resolved — Earlier today, some users may have unexpectedly been logged out of their PixAI accounts, and this was due to a known ser…

View details
AI artwork featuring #Sonic the Hedgehog, #Amy Rose and #Cream the Rabbit
Generate New ArtworkGenerate for FreeGenerate for Free

Amy Rose, Cream the Rabbit

#Sonic the Hedgehog#Amy Rose#Cream the Rabbit
do
avatar-frame

David Ozoria

More to See

Comments

character: amy_rose The beach was empty: only white sand, turquoise water, and two umbrellas stuck where the sand ended, behind a group of palm trees that leaned as if they also wanted to look. There was no one else. Amy Rose arrived first and walked along the shore with that determined step of hers, and the problem was hers, and it was in her legs. Colossal thighs, absurdly thick, fleshy, so much so that as she walked they rubbed against each other with a soft whisper, that humid friction of warm skin against warm skin. Each of her legs was almost as wide as her own waist, and above them the hip opened in an impossible curve. She didn't walk: she swayed, pushing the air with her hips, and the sand sank under her footsteps as if it had to make an extra effort to support her. The swimsuit was a red bikini with white trim and a little bow on the hip, so small that the fabric seemed to be fighting a losing battle before even starting. Because above was the other matter, the one that made her walk slightly leaning backward to compensate for the weight: her breasts were too gigantic, enormous, scandalous. The top pulled, held, and endured with an admirable dignity, and yet, every time she bent down to spread the towel, the cleavage overflowed to the sides and rose again with a slow and heavy bounce that took a couple of seconds longer than reasonable to stay still. Between the breasts and the thighs was a section that Amy had also noticed: her tummy, a round, tender, somewhat plump belly, which curved gently over the bikini when she sat and marked itself in a sweet fold when she leaned. No abs: only a soft and warm little belly that moved with her and that flattened against her own thighs when crouching. Cream arrived later along the shore, and with those legs her advance was more like a charming bouncing. The little bunny had even more gigantic thighs, if that was possible: two columns of soft and creamy flesh, enormous, full, so fleshy that with every step the flesh trembled with its own small wave. Her calves were barely distinguishable from the rest, everything was one same generous mass that joined at the top and made a very sweet arch on the inner part, and her little feet seemed tiny in comparison, two small details hanging from that pair of colossal thighs. She wore a swimsuit completely different from Amy's: a yellow one-piece swimsuit, with ruffles on the edge and an orange bow on the chest, and that cut did something cruel and adorable at the same time, because it squeezed her right at the waist and let escape from below a soft roll, a plump and round belly that protruded from the edge of the suit like a freshly made bun. Every time she breathed deeply, the ruffle lifted a little bit with her. It was impossible not to find her adorable. Her brown eyes were two enormous and bright wells, her face was round and soft, her long and drooping ears moved on their own with the orange tips swaying, and her whole little body was small and tender except for those gigantic legs that anchored her to the ground like two pillars of cloud. When she stood on tiptoe, her thighs barely stretched and yet they continued to be enormous, full, absurdly fleshy, and the tummy marked itself against the elastic of the swimsuit in a curve that made her look like a plush toy with legs. They hugged, and the hug was quite a spectacle: Amy's thighs collided with Cream's and crushed each other, Amy's belly pressed against Cream's in a soft and warm jumble, and Amy's breasts landed softly on the little bunny's head, which sank a little, delighted, with her ears flattened against that enormous chest. Afterward, Amy spread the red towel and sat down carefully, and the process was a small spectacle in itself: the thighs opened to make space, the tummy folded over itself in two tender folds, and the breasts made one last sway before staying still, supported and heavy, rising and falling with her breathing. Cream let herself fall beside her, and upon landing, the sand rose in a little cloud and her thighs expanded to the sides, flattened against the fabric, occupying twice the space of her entire torso combined. They entered the water, which was warm and clear. Amy walked up to her waist and stayed there, with her hips floating, the water licking her round belly and the red bikini shining under the sun, while the sea had to make its way between her legs. Cream entered jumping, and each jump raised a disproportionate splash, because her body was small but her thighs were a continent apart. When the water reached her tummy she stopped, hugged herself and then let herself float on her back with her ears extended on the surface like two enormous leaves and the little belly peeking above the water like a soft little island. They stayed like that for a long time, floating. Amy pushed her pink hair back and the water slid down her chest in shiny threads; Cream did a plank and kicked in the air with those gigantic legs, and the water rippled around her in ever-widening circles. At sunset they left and returned to the towel. The sky turned orange, then pink, then purple, and the sea became still like a mirror. Amy sat with her legs crossed and her belly made that tender fold over the bikini. Cream lay on her back with her head on Amy's thigh, an enormous, soft thigh, ideal for resting her head, and closed her eyes. Amy passed a hand over her ears, slowly, and the little bunny shuddered with pleasure. Neither of them had looked at each other with shame a single time: they looked at each other with that tranquility of someone who already knows that their body is strange, exaggerated, and absolutely perfect just as it is. And so they stayed, the two of them alone, gigantic and soft and ridiculous and happy, while the first star lit up over the beach and the tide rose slowly, as if it also wanted to get closer.
Show Parameters
Original Prompt
La playa estaba vacía: solo arena blanca, agua turquesa y dos sombrillas clavadas donde terminaba la arena, detrás de un grupo de palmeras que se inclinaban como si también quisieran mirar. No había nadie más. Amy Rose llegó primero y caminó por la orilla con ese paso decidido suyo, y el problema era suyo, y estaba en las piernas. Muslos descomunales, absurdamente gruesos, carnosos, tanto que al andar se rozaban entre sí con un susurro suave, ese roce húmedo de piel tibia contra piel tibia. Cada una de sus piernas era casi tan ancha como su propia cintura, y por encima de ellas la cadera se abría en una curva imposible. No caminaba: se balanceaba, empujaba el aire con las caderas, y la arena se hundía bajo sus pisadas como si tuviera que hacer un esfuerzo extra para aguantarla. El traje de baño era un bikini rojo con ribetes blancos y un lacito en la cadera, tan pequeño que la tela parecía estar librando una batalla perdida desde antes de empezar. Porque arriba estaba el otro asunto, el que la hacía caminar ligeramente echada hacia atrás para compensar el peso: sus tetas eran demasiado gigantes, enormes, escandalosas. El top tiraba, sujetaba y aguantaba con una dignidad admirable, y aun así, cada vez que se agachaba a extender la toalla, el escote se desbordaba hacia los lados y volvía a subir con un rebote lento y pesado que tardaba un par de segundos más de lo razonable en quedarse quieto. Entre las tetas y los muslos había un tramo que Amy también había notado: su pansita, un vientre redondito, tierno, algo rellenito, que se curvaba suavemente por encima del bikini cuando se sentaba y se marcaba en un pliegue dulce cuando se inclinaba. Nada de abdominales: solo una barriguita blanda y cálida que se movía con ella y que se aplastaba contra sus propios muslos al agacharse. Cream llegó después por la orilla, y con esas piernas su avance era más bien un rebotar encantador. La conejita tenía los muslos más gigantes todavía, si eso era posible: dos columnas de carne blanda y cremosa, enormes, llenas, tan carnosas que a cada paso la carne temblaba con un pequeño oleaje propio. Sus pantorrillas apenas se distinguían del resto, todo era una misma masa generosa que se juntaba arriba y le hacía un arco dulcísimo en la parte interior, y sus piececitos parecían diminutos en comparación, dos detalles pequeños colgando de aquel par de muslos descomunales. Llevaba un traje de baño completamente distinto al de Amy: un bañador amarillo de una pieza, con volantitos en el borde y un lacito naranja en el pecho, y ese corte hacía algo cruel y adorable a la vez, porque le apretaba justo en la cintura y dejaba escapar por debajo un rollito suave, una pancita rellenita y redonda que sobresalía del borde del traje como un panecillo recién hecho. Cada vez que respiraba hondo, el volantito se levantaba un poquito con ella. Era imposible no encontrarla adorable. Sus ojos castaños eran dos pozos enormes y brillantes, su carita era redonda y suave, sus orejas largas y caídas se movían solas con las puntas naranjas balanceándose, y todo su cuerpecito era pequeño y tierno salvo esas piernas gigantescas que la anclaban al suelo como dos pilares de nube. Cuando se puso de puntillas, los muslos se le estiraron apenas y aun así siguieron siendo enormes, llenos, absurdamente carnosos, y la pancita se le marcó contra el elástico del bañador en una curva que la hacía parecer un peluche con patas. Se abrazaron, y el abrazo fue todo un espectáculo: los muslos de Amy chocaron con los de Cream y se aplastaron mutuamente, la panza de Amy se apretó contra la de Cream en un amasijo blando y cálido, y las tetas de Amy aterrizaron con suavidad sobre la cabeza de la conejita, que se hundió un poquito, encantada, con las orejas aplastadas contra aquel pecho enorme. Después Amy extendió la toalla roja y se sentó con cuidado, y el proceso fue un pequeño espectáculo en sí mismo: los muslos se abrieron para dejar espacio, la pancita se plegó sobre sí misma en dos pliegues tiernos y las tetas hicieron un último balanceo antes de quedarse quietas, apoyadas y pesadas, subiendo y bajando con la respiración. Cream se dejó caer a su lado, y al aterrizar la arena se levantó en una nubecita y sus muslos se expandieron hacia los lados, aplastados contra la tela, ocupando el doble de espacio que todo su torso junto. Entraron al agua, que estaba tibia y clara. Amy caminó hasta la cintura y ahí se quedó, con las caderas flotando, el agua lamiéndole la barriga redonda y el bikini rojo brillando bajo el sol, mientras el mar tenía que abrirse paso entre sus piernas. Cream entró saltando, y cada salto levantaba una salpicadura desproporcionada, porque su cuerpo era pequeño pero sus muslos eran un continente aparte. Cuando el agua le llegó a la pancita se detuvo, se abrazó a sí misma y luego se dejó flotar de espaldas con las orejas extendidas sobre la superficie como dos hojas enormes y la barriguita asomando por encima del agua como una islita suave. Estuvieron así mucho rato, flotando. Amy se echó el pelo rosa hacia atrás y el agua le resbaló por el pecho en hilos brillantes; Cream hizo la plancha y pataleó en el aire con esas piernas gigantescas, y el agua se rizó a su alrededor en círculos cada vez más anchos. Al atardecer salieron y volvieron a la toalla. El cielo se puso naranja, luego rosa, luego morado, y el mar se quedó quieto como un espejo. Amy se sentó con las piernas cruzadas y la panza le hizo ese pliegue tierno sobre el bikini. Cream se tumbó boca arriba con la cabeza sobre el muslo de Amy, un muslo enorme, blandito, ideal para apoyar la cabeza, y cerró los ojos. Amy le pasó una mano por las orejas, despacio, y la conejita se estremeció de gusto. Ninguna de las dos se había mirado con vergüenza ni una sola vez: se miraban con esa tranquilidad de quien ya sabe que su cuerpo es raro, exagerado y absolutamente perfecto tal como es. Y así se quedaron, las dos solas, gigantes y suaves y ridículas y felices, mientras la primera estrella se encendía sobre la playa y la marea subía despacio, como si también quisiera acercarse.
Mode
flash
Size
1104 x 1824
Prompt Helper

Model & LoRA used

Tsubaki.3 Flash - AI Model cover image

PixAI DiT.3

Tsubaki.3 Flash
1.22k

Similar Images

Show more

Recommended Users

You might like

AI artwork
음안
character: eren_yeager, mikasa_ackerman character: eren_yeager, mikasa_ackerman Mikasa Ackerman and Eren Yeager are captured in the middle of a desperate ODM maneuver above a ruined city street, with Mikasa much closer to the camera and Eren cutting across the background at a different angle. Mikasa twists her entire body sideways as she launches past the viewer, one arm extended forward with a blade in hand while the other reaches back toward Eren. Her black hair whips violently across the frame and her red scarf streams far behind her in a long sweeping curve. Eren is several meters behind her, angled sharply in the opposite direction as his ODM cables stretch from his gear toward a damaged rooftop, his green jacket and hair blown backward by the speed of the maneuver. The perspective is extremely dynamic: Mikasa's outstretched hand and blade are large in the foreground while her body rapidly narrows toward the center of the image. Eren appears smaller but perfectly clear behind her, creating a strong diagonal connection between them. Their ODM cables slice through the composition as thin steel lines, crossing the image at different angles and disappearing beyond the frame. One cable passes extremely close to the camera, creating a dramatic foreground line. The ruined city beneath them is not shown as a wide landscape. Broken rooftops, shattered windows, hanging masonry, and fragments of brick rush diagonally through the lower portion of the composition, giving the impression of immense speed. Several pieces of debris are suspended around Mikasa and Eren, each frozen at a different distance from the camera. Dust catches the sunlight in thin atmospheric streaks. Mikasa's Survey Corps uniform is sharply detailed and windswept, with the cropped brown jacket open over the fitted uniform, harness straps pulled taut across her body, white trousers, tall boots, and the Wings of Freedom insignia clearly visible. Eren wears his recognizable Survey Corps uniform and green jacket, with his harness, ODM equipment, and boots rendered with precise mechanical detail. A subtle graphic-design layer is integrated into the composition without overpowering the action: Wings of Freedom emblem are overlaid across the sky, Thin white directional lines follow the trajectories of Mikasa and Eren, while small restrained military-style markings and typography sit along the edges of the frame. The graphic elements reinforce the movement rather than becoming random decoration. The entire image is frozen at one extraordinary instant: Mikasa's scarf curves through the air, Eren's jacket flares behind him, cables are pulled completely taut, debris hangs in the air, dust streams diagonally through the sunlight, and both characters are caught at different points of the same sweeping maneuver. Nothing feels static. Painterly digital anime illustration, expressive textured brushwork, cinematic motion frozen in a single frame, extreme wide-angle perspective, dramatic foreshortening, strong diagonals, layered depth, detailed characters, flowing hair and fabric, taut cables, airborne debris, warm sunlight cutting through cool gray ruins, muted military colors with Mikasa's red scarf as the strongest accent, sophisticated composition, subtle graphic design, powerful silhouettes, intense expressions, visceral sense of speed, beautiful atmospheric lighting, energetic, cinematic
음뭐지 안되서 다시 부계만듬
3#Attack on Titan#Mikasa Ackerman
HomeModelsGenerateProfile