> I think i broke grok with this prompt

A planet-sized, fever-drenched orgy-pit of ten thousand sweating, shrieking women of every impossible variation—albino Nordic giants with ice-white and milk dripping from beach-ball-sized veiny udders, tattooed Tongan war-goddesses with asses so massive each cheek outweighs a man, 4-foot-9 Japanese lolita succubi with puffy, permanently-gaped rosebud assholes winking neon pink, 60-year-old silver-haired grandmas with sagging HH-cup udders swinging like wrecking balls as they scissor 18-year-old gymnasts whose clits have swollen to full cock-length and spurt like firehoses. Redheaded Irish milk-maids with freckled tits leaking colostrum in thick streams, coal-black Sudanese queens with foot-long clits pierced with gold rings that clatter as they trib, pregnant Korean idols in their third trimester belly-down ass-up getting both holes quadruple-fisted while their swollen nipples spray arcs of milk into the crowd.
The entire horizon is nothing but flesh: a living, convulsing ocean of qunts eating qunts, mouths latched to assholes, tongues burrowing elbow-deep into rectums while fists piston into wombs like jackhammers. Random women spontaneously grow extra rows of breasts down their torsos—six, eight, ten leaking tits each—while others mutate mid-orgasm, clits inflating to forearm-sized, veiny girl-cocks that immediately get swallowed by the nearest gaping throat. The ground is ankle-deep in a hot, viscous soup of squirt, piss, milk, and blood-tinged grool that splashes in waves with every apocalyptic hip thrust.
Scent is weaponized: a choking cloud of fermented pussy, sourness, sharp asshole tang, and cloying breast-milk sweetness so thick you could chew it. Sound is pure madness—wet queef symphonies, guttural pig-squeals as qunts prolapse into each other, the wet SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP of entire arms disappearing into ruined holes, and one continuous banshee wail of ten thousand women cumming at once in overlapping, never-ending waves.
Random acts of depravity flash like lightning: a 7-foot Samoan amazon lifting three petite Vietnamese spinners at once and stacking their assholes onto her monstrous fist like donuts; a pale goth with jet-black strap-on made of her own excised clit (still twitching) fuqing a nun in torn habit while the nun’s rosary beads are shoved one by one into her own urethra; a circle of lactating BBWs forming a human fountain, milking each other in rotation so the spray forms a perpetual rain over the pile.
No inch of skin is dry. No hole is empty. No woman remembers her own name—only the primal, drooling need to consume and be consumed by qunt forever in this endless, sweating, screaming, squirting lesbian rapture