pc
Female Stuffing
Nov 12, 2026 4:06 AM
pc
Precious Carlos
ล่าสุด
pc
1girl, solo, standing, motorcycle helmet, full-face mask covering face, face fully hidden, visor, only hair visible, dark hair, hair spilling from beneath helmet, massive stuffed belly, distended stomach, taut round belly, black suit, tight black suit, curvy figure, very thick thighs, wide hips, heavy build, plump arms, three-quarter view, from below, cowboy shot, hand on own stomach, other hand at hip, head tilted down, looking down at belly, bare neck beneath helmet, no visible face, no eyes visible, no mouth visible
A single woman stands at three-quarter angle in the near-empty concrete space of an underground parking ramp, the low camera pitched up from knee height so her belly overhangs the frame's lower third and her shoulders flatten against the ribbed ceiling slab. The motorcycle helmet seals her head completely — glossy black shell, chin bar locked over the jaw, dark visor dropped to the nose bridge — and only a fringe of black hair worms out from under the helmet's rear rim and above the visor's top edge, compressed flat against the shell by the padding inside. She wears a black suit: a fitted single-breasted jacket strained across the chest, its lower button left open so the front swings around the swell of the stuffed belly, and matching black trousers whose seams pull white with tension over the widest part of her hips and thighs; the fabric shines at the stress points where it presses out over flesh instead of draping.
The pose is held, not posed: she's caught a half-step in, weight riding on the left leg with the right toe turned out and the knee unlocked, hips shifted so the belly lists slightly to one side. Her right hand presses flat and spread over the top of the belly, fingers splayed against the taut fabric, and her left hand rests low on her hip with the thumb hooked through the waistband seam. Her chin is tipped down and the visor points at the dome of her own stomach; the tilt is visible only in the angle of the helmet's crown against the ceiling lights.
Light comes from a single row of sodium-tinted tubes overhead, hitting the top of the helmet so a hard white bloom runs down the shell and casts a short, dark shadow under her chin onto her chest; the same light rakes across the belly's upper curve in a broad highlight and leaves the underside in shadow, and it lays a long soft shadow of her legs out across the oil-stained concrete behind her. A yellow line of paint runs diagonally across the floor and disappears behind her right ankle. Beyond her, cars are only dark shapes in the unlit rows.
Palette: black suit, black helmet, warm rust-and-amber overhead light, grey concrete, one yellow floor stripe.
Still, heavy, quietly immovable.
Nov 12, 2026 3:54 AM
pc
Female Stuffing
Nov 12, 2026 3:54 AM
pc
character: tachi_(artificial_hero)
vore, inflation, stomach inflation, distended belly, 2girls, female predator, swallowing, mid-swallow, tachi_(artificial_hero), robot, yellow armor plating, blue_hair, long_hair, very_long_hair, twintails, hair_through_headwear, red_eyes, half-body inside mouth, legs protruding from lips, hands gripping, leaning back, head tilted back, kneeling, from side, close-up, dutch angle, saliva, drool, strained expression, clenched eyes, sweat, skin tight over belly, taut tank top, white ribbed tank top, navy blue leggings, chestnut ponytail, adult woman, night alley, brick wall, single streetlamp, warm amber light, deep shadows
Kneeling in profile on wet bricks in a narrow alley, an adult woman with long chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail leans her whole torso back, head tilted up at a hard dutch angle, eyes squeezed shut and jaw stretched wide as the yellow robot goes down her throat — only its plated legs and one blocky yellow hand still showing between her lips, that hand splayed and fingers dragging at the corner of her mouth with a thin string of saliva bridging lip to knuckle. Her right hand braces flat on the wet ground behind her hip, taking her weight, knuckles pale; her left hand presses hard into the swollen dome of her belly, which bulges her white ribbed tank top drum-tight so the horizontal ribbing stretches into a fan of taut lines across it, the fabric riding up over the curve; the high waistband of the navy leggings digs a red seam under the swell. Her chest heaves on a held breath, one cheek flushed, sweat at her temple, a swallow visible in the tendon of her neck. Behind her the brick wall runs away in perspective, garbage bags and a rusted drainpipe in the shallow foreground, the single streetlamp above and behind her right shoulder throwing warm amber light across the top of her belly, her forehead and the wet bricks, leaving her lower body and the alley's far end in absolute darkness — the lamp is the only light source, and its pool of wet-brick reflection is broken where her knee has displaced the water. Yellow plating, white ribbed cotton, navy, wet red-brown brick and amber light, nothing else. Quiet, straining tension.
Nov 5, 2026 2:16 AM