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Bigger than Intended (chatGPT)
« on: March 14, 2023, 07:38:13 pm »
She wanted to go from her A-cup to a B-cup, or maybe a C-cup. But the doctor misunderstood her desires and she now has DD-cup breasts which really are massive on her small frame. At first, she was horrified. But given that a redo would be expensive, she decides to learn to accept her new body.

As she walked out of her apartment building, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Her oversized breasts bounced and swayed with each step she took, drawing attention from passersby on the street. She could feel their eyes on her, judging her, and it made her feel uneasy.

But then she remembered her newfound determination to accept herself and love her body, flaws and all. She took a deep breath and straightened her back, jutting her chest out a little more proudly. The more she walked, the more confident she became. She noticed people staring at her with lust and admiration, and it felt good.

As she passed by a group of men on the street, one of them wolf-whistled at her. She turned to face them, a sly smile creeping up on her face. She knew that they were admiring her for her body, and for once, she didn't feel ashamed of it.

She continued walking, her steps light and confident. She could feel the breeze on her skin and the sun on her face, and it felt liberating. For so long, she had felt trapped in her own body, but now she was finally starting to break free.

As she entered a café, she could feel the stares from the other customers. Some looked at her with envy, while others looked at her with judgment. But she didn't care. She knew that she had something that they didn't - confidence.

She made her way to a table in the back, taking a seat and crossing her legs. She noticed a group of women at the next table, all of them looking at her with envy. They whispered among themselves, casting glances in her direction. She knew what they were thinking - they wished they had her body.

As she walked out of the café, she knew that this was just the beginning of her journey. She still had a long way to go before she fully accepted her new body, but for the first time, she was willing to try. She headed back home, to get ready for tonight - in which she's taking the new girls out on the town,

The club was packed, and the music was loud. The bass reverberated through the air, making the walls vibrate. The dance floor was a sea of people, all of them moving and swaying to the rhythm.

She and her girlfriends made their way to the bar, squeezing their way through the throngs of people. As they waited for their drinks, she couldn't help but notice the way men were looking at her. She felt their eyes on her, lingering on her oversized breasts.

But she didn't let it bother her. She was there to have a good time, and nothing was going to stop her. She downed her drink in one gulp, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She was ready to dance.

They made their way to the dance floor, her friends pulling her along. She closed her eyes, letting the music take over. She felt the beat pulsing through her body, moving her hips in time with the rhythm.

The lights flashed and spun, casting a rainbow of colors across the floor. She felt like she was in a dream, lost in the moment. Her girlfriends danced around her, their laughter and screams lost in the noise of the music.

She opened her eyes and saw a group of guys looking at them from across the dance floor. They were grinning and gesturing, trying to get their attention. She felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that they were interested in her.

One of the guys made his way over to her, his eyes fixed on her chest. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she shivered. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, his words lost in the noise of the music.

She could feel her heart racing as he pulled her closer, his hands on her hips. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. For a few brief seconds, she forgot about her oversized breasts and let herself be swept away by the music and the man.

But then she remembered why she was there. She pushed him away, a frown on her face. She wasn't there to be objectified. She was there to have a good time with her friends.

She turned and walked away, making her way back to her friends. They looked at her with concern, but she just smiled and shook her head. She wasn't going to let one guy ruin her night.

"Hey, are you okay?" a friend asked. "I know this is all new to you."

She shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm good. It's just a bit overwhelming, you know? I never expected to be this big."

Her friend nodded sympathetically. "I get it. But honestly, you look amazing. And you should be proud of yourself for owning it."

Another friend chimed in. "Yeah, seriously. You're a goddess, and those guys were all over you tonight. You should be confident, not ashamed."

She smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude toward her friends. "Thanks, guys. I think I just needed to hear that."

They walked in silence for a few minutes, taking in the cool night air. Finally, another friend spoke up. "So what are you going to do now?"

She raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you going to just accept the mistake and move on? Or are you going to try to discover something new about yourself?"

She thought for a moment, considering the question. "Honestly, I don't know. Maybe a little bit of both. I don't want to fixate on it, but at the same time, I don't want to ignore it."

Her friends nodded, seeming to understand. "Well, whatever you decide, we've got your back," one of them said.

She felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was grateful for her friends, and for this newfound sense of confidence. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could take on anything.

They walked on in silence for a few more minutes, before another friend spoke up. "So... are you planning on showing off your new assets more often now?"

She laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "I don't know. Maybe? It's kind of fun to see people's reactions." And with that, she unbuttoned a few of her top buttons unveiling more cleavage.

Her friend grinned. "I bet it is. You're going to have all the guys drooling over you."

She blushed, feeling a little self-conscious. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe this new body wasn't so bad after all.

Her friend who had asked about her breasts earlier spoke up again. "You know, I've always thought about getting a boob job myself."

She looked over at her friend, surprised. "Really? I never would have guessed."

Her friend shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know. I've always been a little self-conscious about my small chest, and seeing you take control and change your body like that... it's kind of inspiring, you know? Seeing you look so happy with your new body... it's tempting, you know?"

She nodded, understanding. It never occurred to herself that she might be start a trend among her friends.

Her friend smiled, seeming grateful for the advice. "And hey, if I do end up getting a boob job, we can be twins!"

She laughed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her friend. "Yeah, I guess we could be. But don't feel like you have to do it just because I did."

Her friend shook her head. "No, I know. It's just... seeing you embrace your new body like this, it's kind of made me realize that maybe I could do the same."

As the girls continue on the dance floor, their friend Leon spotted them from across the room. He made his way over to them, greeting them all with a warm smile.

"Hey, ladies. Mind if I join you?" he asked, glancing over at her as he spoke.

She felt a twinge of nervousness as she caught his gaze. She knew she looked different, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would notice.

"Of course not," her friend replied, pulling him onto the dance floor.

As they danced, Leon's eyes kept wandering over to her. Finally, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You look incredible."

She felt a surge of excitement at his words. "Thanks," she murmured back, feeling her heart rate quicken.

"You know," he continued, "I've always had a bit of a thing for implants."

Her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected him to say something like that. But at the same time, she felt a rush of arousal at his words.

"Oh, really?" she replied, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Yeah," he said with a grin. "There's just something about them that's so... alluring, you know?"

She nodded, feeling a sense of pride in her new body. "Actually, no I didn't know! It never occurred to me that implants might be a turn on," she said, leaning in closer to him.

"Believe me, it is. Not for all men. But it is for this one!"

As the music played on, she found herself opening up to Leon about her breast augmentation. She told him about how she had only wanted to go up to a B-cup, but had ended up with DDs instead.

To her surprise, Leon's response was incredibly encouraging. "Well, you know what they say," he said with a grin. "More is always better."

She couldn't help but laugh at his words, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. For the first time since the surgery, she felt like she was starting to accept her new body.

"And honestly," Leon continued, "they look amazing on you. You should be proud of what you've got."

She felt a warmth spreading through her body at his words, feeling more empowered and turned on than ever before. As they continued to dance, she found herself pressing closer and closer to him, feeling the weight of her new breasts against his chest.

Sheepishly, Leon leans in to quietly tell her "You know, as obsessed as I am with fake boobs... I've never actually felt fake tits before."

She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body at Leon's words, her mind reeling with the possibilities. Before she could even think about what she was doing, she reached out and placed his hand on her breast, guiding him to feel the weight and firmness of her new implants.

Leon's eyes widened with surprise, but she could tell that he was enjoying the sensation. "Wow," he said, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her breast. "They really do feel amazing."

She couldn't help but smile at his reaction, feeling a sense of power and control that she had never experienced before. For the first time since the surgery, she felt like she was the one in charge, the one with all the control.

As they stood there on the dance floor, her breast in his hand, she knew that this was only the beginning. She was excited to explore her newfound sexuality even further, and to see just how far her journey of self-discovery might take her.

As they left the club and walked towards her apartment, her heart was pounding in her chest with anticipation. She couldn't believe what she was about to do, but at the same time, she knew that there was no going back now.

When they arrived at her apartment, she immediately pulled him towards her and pressed her massive DD-cups against his chest. Leon couldn't take his eyes off them, admiring their size and shape, and the way they bounced with every movement.

As they kissed, she could feel his hands gravitate towards her chest, squeezing and massaging them with increasing pressure. She moaned in pleasure as he played with her nipples, and she knew that she wanted more.

With a devilish grin, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him and pressing her breasts against his face. He eagerly took them in his mouth, sucking and licking them with fervor as she moaned with pleasure. He couldn't help but marvel at their size and shape. He had never felt anything like this before.

"You have no idea how much I'm loving this," he said, as he ran his hands over her chest.

She smiled, feeling more confident than ever before. "I'm glad you like them," she said, leaning in for another kiss.

As they made out, Leon's hands explored every inch of her chest, squeezing and massaging her breasts with increasing pressure. She could feel herself getting more turned on with every touch, and she knew that she wanted more.

She could feel her nipples hardening in response to his touch, and she knew that she was close to reaching her peak. "Yes, yes," she moaned, as he continued to suck on her breasts.

As they explored each other's bodies, she knew that she had discovered a new level of confidence and sensuality through her augmented breasts. She had always been self-conscious about her small chest, but now she felt more empowered than ever before.

"I never thought I would feel this good about my body," she said, as she ran her hands over her chest. "But with these breasts, I feel like a goddess."

Leon smiled, running his hands through her hair. "You are a goddess," he said, kissing her deeply. But he wanted to say more, and he was suddenly feeling shy about it. Like it could cross a line.

"What is it? Tell me.", she said.

He hesitated, and finally "Tell me if this is too much, but I love it when a woman puts my....", he gestures to his cock, "between her breasts. And, I've never had that experience with fake boobs before..." He let his voice trail off.

She felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she imagined what he was describing. Her nipples hardened beneath her top, and she felt herself getting wet with desire. "That's not too much at all," she said, with a sultry smile. Then she realizes something: "I've never tittyfucked before. Not really, I never had the right equipment."

Leon's eyes widened in surprise, but then a wicked grin spread across his face. "Fucking eh, you sure do now," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the bedroom.

As they finished undressing each other, her breasts spilled out of her bra, large and round and firm. Leon couldn't take his eyes off of them, and she felt a flush of pride at the way he was looking at her. She knew he wanted her, and she was eager to please him.

She lay back on the bed, and Leon straddled her, positioning himself between her breasts. She felt his cock grow hard against her skin, and she wrapped her breasts around him, squeezing them tight. It felt amazing, the weight and warmth of her breasts pressing against him, and she could feel the excitement building inside her.

Leon moaned as she started to move her breasts up and down, sliding them along the length of his cock. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. This was exactly what she needed, what she had been craving ever since her surgery. The sensation of her breasts wrapped around his cock was incredible, and she felt a sense of power and confidence that she had never experienced before.

As they continued to move together, their bodies slick with sweat, she knew that she had made the right decision to embrace her new body. She was no longer the shy, self-conscious girl she had been just a few weeks ago. She was a woman who was proud of her curves, who knew how to use them to pleasure herself and her partner. And she was eager to explore all the possibilities that her new body had to offer.
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Re: Bigger than Intended (chatGPT)
« Reply #1 on: March 15, 2023, 11:47:42 am »
It's impressive what GPT can do. But it also needs an experienced master like you to formulate the right question and force the AI into the decisive action.
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Re: Bigger than Intended (chatGPT)
« Reply #2 on: March 16, 2023, 04:12:45 am »
It's impressive what GPT can do. But it also needs an experienced master like you to formulate the right question and force the AI into the decisive action.
This is a cumulation of many prompts. I find instructing it to "start a story" rather than "write a story" is better, because then it doesn't try to do a beginning-middle-end, it just gives the beginning. Then I prompt it again with "continue such that...". I often do follow up prompts like "That was good, but more dialog include more descriptions of what they're wearing" and such. Then it'll regenerate. Or, I'll copy/paste/edit the last few paragraphs and say "I've revised part of your writing, please continue where I left off."

It's a lot of fun to use.
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