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Tails tf
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- Neo Metal Sonic has a crush and has an obsession on a random guy in the real world playing his videogame. Neo Metal Sonic exits from the guy's TV and trasforms the guy(the guy is a male) into Tails. The guy is still wearing his black hoodie,grey long jeans and grey/white shoes. The guy,after neing trasformed has a scared.face,with dizzy eyes,and the guy is blushing a lot. Neo Metal Sonic is taller than the guy(this photo takes place after the guy was trasformed). Neo Metal Sonic is hugging the guy really tight while slowly trying to bring him inside tthe TV. During the photo Neo Metal Sonic and the guy are still inside the living. The guy is struggling trying to escape from Neo Metal Sonic's grip. Metal Sonic is smiling softly and blushing. The only difference on the guy's clothes is the fact that proportionally,Tails's animal paws are too big so the guy's shoes exploded. Now you can see the guy's bare animal paws.
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character: tails_(sonic), sonic.exe_(character), copyright: sonic_(series)
2girls? no, 2 subjects, one male human transformed into a yellow underwear garment, one hedgehog-like monster with blue spiked hair, black sclera and red irises, fangs, enormous oversized butt, heavy blush, wide smile, black hoodie printed on yellow underwear fabric, Tails-like printed face with dizzy swirl eyes, heavy blush and scared expression, upper body printed on underwear, one face only, no legs on the print, no shoes on the print, no tails anywhere, emerging from a television, from behind, looking back, close-up on lower body, dutch angle, indoors, dark room lit only by the TV, glossy yellow fabric, stretched fabric, comedic horror, obsessed infatuation
The camera sits low and behind, a dutch angle tilted about fifteen degrees, looking up at the back of the hedgehog-like creature as he twists his upper body around to glance back over his own shoulder; from this rear three-quarter view the television is the only light source, its cold blue-white rectangle throwing his long shadow forward across a carpeted living room floor, the rest of the room falling into absolute darkness beyond the glow. He stands with his weight shifted onto his left leg, right hip cocked out and pushed toward the lens so the enormous swollen curve of his rear fills the lower two-thirds of the frame, straining the yellow fabric taut; the fabric is glossy and thin, pulled to a shine across the widest point, and the seams bite into it in stretched creases that radiate from the overload. Both of his gloved hands are hooked at the waistband, knuckles pressing in, tugging the yellow garment up over the curve; his shoulders lift with the strain and his spiked blue hair sweeps forward past his ear with the twist of his neck, one red iris catching the TV light. His muzzle is turned back toward the print on his own rear and his grin is wide and open, fangs showing, black sclera crinkling at the corners, and a deep hot blush burns across both cheeks and up to the base of his ears because he can feel how much bigger he has become.
Across that whole taut yellow surface the single printed image is smeared and spread by the stretch: the cartoon fox boy's face sits high on the left cheek of the fabric, one blue iris spiralling into a dizzy swirl, the other squeezed shut, both cheeks flooded with a stamped hot blush, his mouth pulled open in a frightened grimace, his ears flattened; below and around the face the black hoodie is printed broad, its shoulders and chest and drawstrings and the front pocket all dragged wide and distorted into long horizontal streaks by the strain, black ink thinning to grey where the fabric pulls hardest, no legs and no shoes and no tails anywhere in the print, nothing but that one face and that one hoodie spread across the entire garment. A single physical tell: where his hip presses the fabric against the TV's light, the yellow goes almost white and the black hoodie print loses its edge into a soft halo, while the deep crease beneath the curve holds a dark hard-edged shadow that no light reaches. Cold blue-white key from the screen in front of him, warm red bleed from his own blush on the skin of his cheek, everything behind him swallowed in black. Palette held to the TV's cold blue, the underwear's acid yellow, the hoodie's flat black, and his own hot red. Comedic dread, gleeful obsession.
Peppina La gina
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character: tails_(sonic), sonic.exe_(character), copyright: sonic_(series)
2girls? no, 2 subjects, one male human transformed into a yellow underwear garment, one hedgehog-like monster with blue spiked hair, black sclera and red irises, fangs, enormous oversized butt, heavy blush, wide smile, black hoodie printed on yellow underwear fabric, Tails-like printed face with dizzy swirl eyes, heavy blush and scared expression, upper body printed on underwear, one face only, no legs on the print, no shoes on the print, no tails anywhere, emerging from a television, from behind, looking back, close-up on lower body, dutch angle, indoors, dark room lit only by the TV, glossy yellow fabric, stretched fabric, comedic horror, obsessed infatuation
The camera sits low and behind, a dutch angle tilted about fifteen degrees, looking up at the back of the hedgehog-like creature as he twists his upper body around to glance back over his own shoulder; from this rear three-quarter view the television is the only light source, its cold blue-white rectangle throwing his long shadow forward across a carpeted living room floor, the rest of the room falling into absolute darkness beyond the glow. He stands with his weight shifted onto his left leg, right hip cocked out and pushed toward the lens so the enormous swollen curve of his rear fills the lower two-thirds of the frame, straining the yellow fabric taut; the fabric is glossy and thin, pulled to a shine across the widest point, and the seams bite into it in stretched creases that radiate from the overload. Both of his gloved hands are hooked at the waistband, knuckles pressing in, tugging the yellow garment up over the curve; his shoulders lift with the strain and his spiked blue hair sweeps forward past his ear with the twist of his neck, one red iris catching the TV light. His muzzle is turned back toward the print on his own rear and his grin is wide and open, fangs showing, black sclera crinkling at the corners, and a deep hot blush burns across both cheeks and up to the base of his ears because he can feel how much bigger he has become.
Across that whole taut yellow surface the single printed image is smeared and spread by the stretch: the cartoon fox boy's face sits high on the left cheek of the fabric, one blue iris spiralling into a dizzy swirl, the other squeezed shut, both cheeks flooded with a stamped hot blush, his mouth pulled open in a frightened grimace, his ears flattened; below and around the face the black hoodie is printed broad, its shoulders and chest and drawstrings and the front pocket all dragged wide and distorted into long horizontal streaks by the strain, black ink thinning to grey where the fabric pulls hardest, no legs and no shoes and no tails anywhere in the print, nothing but that one face and that one hoodie spread across the entire garment. A single physical tell: where his hip presses the fabric against the TV's light, the yellow goes almost white and the black hoodie print loses its edge into a soft halo, while the deep crease beneath the curve holds a dark hard-edged shadow that no light reaches. Cold blue-white key from the screen in front of him, warm red bleed from his own blush on the skin of his cheek, everything behind him swallowed in black. Palette held to the TV's cold blue, the underwear's acid yellow, the hoodie's flat black, and his own hot red. Comedic dread, gleeful obsession.
Peppina La gina
pl
character: tails_(sonic), sonic.exe_(character), copyright: sonic_(series)
2girls? no, 2 subjects, one male human transformed into a yellow underwear garment, one hedgehog-like monster with blue spiked hair, black sclera and red irises, fangs, enormous oversized butt, heavy blush, wide smile, black hoodie printed on yellow underwear fabric, Tails-like printed face with dizzy swirl eyes, heavy blush and scared expression, upper body printed on underwear, one face only, no legs on the print, no shoes on the print, no tails anywhere, emerging from a television, from behind, looking back, close-up on lower body, dutch angle, indoors, dark room lit only by the TV, glossy yellow fabric, stretched fabric, comedic horror, obsessed infatuation
The camera sits low and behind, a dutch angle tilted about fifteen degrees, looking up at the back of the hedgehog-like creature as he twists his upper body around to glance back over his own shoulder; from this rear three-quarter view the television is the only light source, its cold blue-white rectangle throwing his long shadow forward across a carpeted living room floor, the rest of the room falling into absolute darkness beyond the glow. He stands with his weight shifted onto his left leg, right hip cocked out and pushed toward the lens so the enormous swollen curve of his rear fills the lower two-thirds of the frame, straining the yellow fabric taut; the fabric is glossy and thin, pulled to a shine across the widest point, and the seams bite into it in stretched creases that radiate from the overload. Both of his gloved hands are hooked at the waistband, knuckles pressing in, tugging the yellow garment up over the curve; his shoulders lift with the strain and his spiked blue hair sweeps forward past his ear with the twist of his neck, one red iris catching the TV light. His muzzle is turned back toward the print on his own rear and his grin is wide and open, fangs showing, black sclera crinkling at the corners, and a deep hot blush burns across both cheeks and up to the base of his ears because he can feel how much bigger he has become.
Across that whole taut yellow surface the single printed image is smeared and spread by the stretch: the cartoon fox boy's face sits high on the left cheek of the fabric, one blue iris spiralling into a dizzy swirl, the other squeezed shut, both cheeks flooded with a stamped hot blush, his mouth pulled open in a frightened grimace, his ears flattened; below and around the face the black hoodie is printed broad, its shoulders and chest and drawstrings and the front pocket all dragged wide and distorted into long horizontal streaks by the strain, black ink thinning to grey where the fabric pulls hardest, no legs and no shoes and no tails anywhere in the print, nothing but that one face and that one hoodie spread across the entire garment. A single physical tell: where his hip presses the fabric against the TV's light, the yellow goes almost white and the black hoodie print loses its edge into a soft halo, while the deep crease beneath the curve holds a dark hard-edged shadow that no light reaches. Cold blue-white key from the screen in front of him, warm red bleed from his own blush on the skin of his cheek, everything behind him swallowed in black. Palette held to the TV's cold blue, the underwear's acid yellow, the hoodie's flat black, and his own hot red. Comedic dread, gleeful obsession.
Peppina La gina
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character: metal_sonic
2girls? no, 1boy 1object, metal sonic, robot, blue metallic body, blue robotic quills, no human hair, red eyes, black sclera, red glowing pupils, sweating profusely, heavy blush, full-face blush, grinning, open mouth, sharp teeth, mouth present, looking down, looking at object, seated, kneeling on object, whole body resting on wide flat circle, wide flat thin skin-colored circle, flesh-colored disc, sweaty sheen on disc, 2 black spiral eyes, dizzy spiral eyes, dizzy wavy mouth, completely red blushing disc, hairless, modern dark living room, dark interior, television static, glowing static screen, night, indoor, from above, three-quarter view, close-up, dramatic lighting, high contrast, sweat droplets, wet metal reflections
A high, slightly tilted three-quarter view looks down into a modern but dark living room at night. Metal Sonic, a blue metallic robot with a sharp aerodynamic silhouette and swept-back robotic quills of polished blue metal โ no human hair anywhere, only those rigid quills โ is perched fully atop a very wide, flat, thin, flesh-toned circle that spans beneath his entire seated body like a broad cushion-disc. His weight sinks the disc slightly at the center, and its whole upper surface is slicked with a fine sheen of sweat that catches the light; sweat beads and runs down his blue metal torso, one droplet tracking along the edge of his chest plate, and a thin trickle slides down the side of the disc where it bulges under his hips. The disc is completely flushed bright red across its whole face, with two large black spiral eyes spinning dizzily and a small wavy dizzy mouth, and nothing else โ perfectly smooth, hairless, no features beyond those two spirals and that mouth. Metal Sonic's head tilts down toward the disc, red eyes with black sclera fixed on it, and his jaw is open in a wide, toothy grin, a heavy red blush burning across his faceplate and up toward his quills. One of his clawed hands braces flat on the disc beside his thigh, the other lifted and loose near his chest. The television behind and to one side of him shows only crackling grey-white static, its light spilling across the room as the main source of illumination: the static glow rim-lights his metal shoulders and quills and rakes low across the disc's red surface, leaving the rest of the living room โ a low dark sofa, shadowed walls โ in deep shadow, with long soft cast shadows stretching away from the TV. Cool metallic blue against the disc's hot red, static grey whites, everything else swallowed in near-black. The disc's sweat sheen mirrors the static screen in broken, wavering highlights, darker and softer than the source. Leering, feverish, trashy late-night atmosphere.
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