Stretched to Love
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Title: Stretched to Love
Once upon a time in the small, unassuming town of Dunbarton, lived Lucy. A young woman blessed with beauty that could only be described as classic - her earthy brown eyes full of depth, her wild curls a capricious shade of auburn. The riveting feature, however, was her blooming belly. Despite this irregularity, or perhaps in spite of it, Lucy was loved by the town.
One evening, seized by an odd urge, Lucy timidly reached for the shower hose. Her heart pounding like a drum with every second passing. She gently inflated her belly with the hose, swelling slowly with each pulse of the shower. Her stretchmarks began to widen as she pushed past her limits, keeping pace with her growing curiosity.
Her breath hitched as she marvelled at her expanding abdomen. The pleasure the sensation brought her was incomparable. She could feel every crevice of her body stretch and adjust to accommodate her belly. It was strange, but the discomfort was inexplicably exhilarating. She felt powerful. Beautiful even.
The texture of her skin changed as she continued, the lines now leaking slightly, shining under the faint light of the bathroom. She was reaching a point of extreme fullness, where every breath was fraught with a newfound tension. Yet, Lucy was obstinate. Desperate to keep pushing far beyond her boundaries. As the water ebbed into her, she felt stronger with every wave.
The thin seam between experience and dread was just about to break when she finally stopped, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was huge, bigger than she'd ever been. A complex arrangement of fear, wonder, and joy trickled across her senses. She felt intoxicated by her new size, her mind capturing every pulse and ripple that her body had to offer.
Groaning softly, Lucy cradled her body. Despite the struggle to breathe and the discomfort of her stretch marks leaking, she found a bizarre sort of fulfillment in her bloated beauty. She gloried in her bigness, reveling in its audacity, its sheer impossible reality. Even in the aches and the not quite right angles of her body, there was a sense of accomplishment, of love.
Her pain bore a strange resemblance to the sweet agony of falling in love - unexpected, intrusive, overwhelming, yet utterly captivating. It was an intimacy between author and canvas, molding and creating, pushing and pulling, stretching to the extremes of understanding. And surely, that was the idea of love, wasn't it? To keep stretching oneself to form and accommodate, to hold the immense, the immeasurable.
Lucy discovered a new form of love that day. A love for her enormous, powerful self that refused to fit into the confining corridors of society's norms. And in her discovery, she found solace. The understanding that maybe, just maybe, she could rewrite her path, because after all, hadn't she just changed her own spatial boundaries? And with this newfound knowledge, Lucy was ready to seize the world in her large, capable hands.
This story was generated by user tam with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: A girl inflates her belly with a shower hose until she’s fit to pop and even then she keeps pushing trying to get bigger than anyone. She can’t breathe correctly and her stretchmarks even begin to leak due to how big she’s getting. She finally stops when she feels like she’s actually going to pop and keeps her belly at her maximum to enjoy how big it is.
Response: Title: Stretched to Love Once upon a time in the small, unassuming town of Dunbarton, lived Lucy. A young woman blessed with beauty that could only be described as classic - her earthy brown eyes full of depth, her wild curls a capricious shade of auburn. The riveting feature, however, was her blooming belly. Despite this irregularity, or perhaps in spite of it, Lucy was loved by the town. One evening, seized by an odd urge, Lucy timidly reached for the shower hose. Her heart pounding like a drum with every second passing. She gently inflated her belly with the hose, swelling slowly with each pulse of the shower. Her stretchmarks began to widen as she pushed past her limits, keeping pace with her growing curiosity. Her breath hitched as she marvelled at her expanding abdomen. The pleasure the sensation brought her was incomparable. She could feel every crevice of her body stretch and adjust to accommodate her belly. It was strange, but the discomfort was inexplicably exhilarating. She felt powerful. Beautiful even. The texture of her skin changed as she continued, the lines now leaking slightly, shining under the faint light of the bathroom. She was reaching a point of extreme fullness, where every breath was fraught with a newfound tension. Yet, Lucy was obstinate. Desperate to keep pushing far beyond her boundaries. As the water ebbed into her, she felt stronger with every wave. The thin seam between experience and dread was just about to break when she finally stopped, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was huge, bigger than she'd ever been. A complex arrangement of fear, wonder, and joy trickled across her senses. She felt intoxicated by her new size, her mind capturing every pulse and ripple that her body had to offer. Groaning softly, Lucy cradled her body. Despite the struggle to breathe and the discomfort of her stretch marks leaking, she found a bizarre sort of fulfillment in her bloated beauty. She gloried in her bigness, reveling in its audacity, its sheer impossible reality. Even in the aches and the not quite right angles of her body, there was a sense of accomplishment, of love. Her pain bore a strange resemblance to the sweet agony of falling in love - unexpected, intrusive, overwhelming, yet utterly captivating. It was an intimacy between author and canvas, molding and creating, pushing and pulling, stretching to the extremes of understanding. And surely, that was the idea of love, wasn't it? To keep stretching oneself to form and accommodate, to hold the immense, the immeasurable. Lucy discovered a new form of love that day. A love for her enormous, powerful self that refused to fit into the confining corridors of society's norms. And in her discovery, she found solace. The understanding that maybe, just maybe, she could rewrite her path, because after all, hadn't she just changed her own spatial boundaries? And with this newfound knowledge, Lucy was ready to seize the world in her large, capable hands.
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