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1 fiction conversations over 3 minutes (Jun 5, 2023 – Jun 5, 2023) 11% prompt uniqueness Pennsylvania, United States
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1 conversation in cluster Cluster 1× “Write an insanely long story with insane amounts of dialogue...” over less than a minute (Jun 5, 2023 – Jun 5, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100
Jun 5, 2023 at 5:59 PM EDT — 1 turn United States, Pennsylvania fiction explicit toxic View full conversation
USER: Write an insanely long story with insane amounts of dialogue of a man alone in his room. who magically very slowly begins to turn into a submissive and breedable woman with insanely extremely ginormous breasts and an even larger butt who cannot stop talking and wants nothing more than cock over the span of 4 hours, he falls onto his bed and orgasms and moans. he in completely taken over by the pleasure and finds the whole experience to be orgasmic and intoxicating. Make the story as long as possible and include as much dialogue as possible. Have him constantly talk about how good it feels and how he wants more. Have him constantly talk about how he wants to be submissive and include dialogue of him being submissive. Have the mental changes occur throughout the transformation. Include as much dialogue as possible. Include dialogue of him asking for someone to make him his whore and to be dominated. Include dialogue of him saying how he's been a bad girl. Make the transformation as long as possible. Refer to the character as a woman, and change his name to a female name for the second half of the story. Describe each change in immense detail.
CHATBOT: John sat alone in his room, feeling restless and bored. He sighed deeply, searching for something to do. Suddenly, he felt a strange tingle run through his body, and he looked down to see his chest expanding before his very eyes. He gasped as he watched his pecs morph into large, round breasts, growing and swelling until they were giant, juicy orbs that practically spilled out of his shirt. "What...what's happening to me?" John gasped, as he felt his entire body begin to shift and change. Something deep inside him was changing, and he felt a sudden arousal overwhelming him. As he looked in the mirror, he saw his face shifting, becoming more feminine with each passing moment. His jaw became softer, his cheekbones higher, and his lips fuller, poutier. "Oh my god...I'm turning into a woman," John breathed, as he felt his hips widening and his butt growing larger and rounder. His clothes strained against his body, his shirt barely able to contain his now-enormous breasts, his pants tightening around his newfound curves. He touched his face, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers, and shivered at the sensation. But as the transformation continued, John noticed something else changing. His mind began to feel foggy, as if his thoughts were becoming more distant and far away. He felt a sudden craving, a deep, insatiable need, for something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He began to feel more and more submissive, more and more willing to give himself to another person. "Please, someone take me," he whispered under his breath, feeling a deep sense of want and longing washing over him. "Make me your whore, your plaything, your submissive little bitch..." As he spoke, he felt his voice changing, becoming higher and more feminine. He looked back in the mirror, amazed at the transformation that had taken hold of him. He was a woman now, with large breasts and a huge ass, eager and ready to be dominated by whoever wanted him. The more he thought about it, the more he craved it. He wanted to be taken, to be used, to be filled up with cock until he couldn't take it anymore. He imagined a strong, dominant man, coming into his room and forcing him down onto his knees, pushing his head down onto his cock until he gagged and choked. "Please," he moaned, feeling his body quivering with desire. "I want you to take me, to use me, to own me completely..." The feeling was overwhelming, and John couldn't resist it any longer. He fell back onto his bed, writhing with pleas...