The Arcane Hunger
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Title: The Arcane Hunger
In a quaint, unsuspecting suburb, the house of David Mallory stood like any other, its secrets hidden beneath layers of everyday routine. Dave, a man of large stature who wore his size like an armored king, was adored for the gentle kindness that often contradicted his hulking frame. Despite his size, he moved with a surprising gracefulness, the fluidity that came from years of being comfortable in one's own skin.
Ryan, on the other hand, was a different sort of figure. Lean and wiry, he was a self-admitted nerd with a voracious curiosity that knew no bounds. The envy he felt for Dave's grandiose presence was a nagging itch on his psyche, a whisper in the back of his mind that never let him forget his own perceived inadequacies.
One evening, Ryan found himself at Dave's house. The two friends chatted about the usual - movies, books, the latest in technological marvels. But underneath Ryan's laughter was that same perverse envy, throbbing like a dark pulse. When Dave announced his intention to shower and unceremoniously draped his clothes over the edge of his unmade bed, Ryan's heart began to race with a twisted idea.
The room fell silent when the bathroom door clicked shut, murmuring with the steady drone of flowing water. Ryan eyed Dave's abandoned clothes, drawn to them with an almost magnetic pull. Dave's XXL shirt, size 42 pants, and size 14 Vans high-tops seemed like relics of a colossal figure—monuments to a form Ryan was desperate to emulate.
Stealthily, Ryan approached the bed, almost reverent in his movements. What harm would come from trying on the clothes, he reasoned? Hands shaking with anticipation, he slipped into the oversized shirt, its fabric billowing around him like a king's robe. Next were the pants, threatening to slip off at any moment. Lastly, the shoes, each as vast as a miniature boat.
He stood in the middle of the room, engulfed in Dave's attire, the faintest hint of frustration mingling with his curiosity. The garments hung off him comically, mocking his frame. Desperation welled up—in that moment, he desired more than just the feel of fabric. He wanted to become.
It was then that he felt something stir within him, a dormant power responding to the fervor of his desires. A hunger—a strange, arcane hunger that had been lying in wait, awakened now by his fervent longing. The knowledge of what he could do next came to him as if whispered by an ancestor of old magic.
The bathroom door creaked open, steam billowing out like mist from a dragon's den. Dave, with his usual nonchalance, stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. Before he could even process the scene before him, Ryan moved with a preternatural swiftness, jaws expanding like a serpent.
Dave's eyes widened, but before he could react, Ryan's mouth engulfed his head in one swift motion. The room filled with the grotesque symphony of grotesque gulps and muffled cries. For thirty harrowing minutes, Ryan's ravenous form worked tirelessly, each inch of Dave's body disappearing into the newly discovered abyss.
At last, silence reigned—broken only by the labored breaths of Ryan, now gut-swollen and grotesque. Seated on the bedroom floor, he could feel the thaumaturgical transformation begin. The magic, as ancient as the earth itself, surged through his veins, guiding the assimilation process.
The next hour was spent in a trance-like daze as Ryan's body reshaped and expanded. Muscles bulged, his spine stretched, skin and bones adapted to the demands of his newfound girth. His feet extended, dwarfing the floorboards beneath them. Finally, he stood, a mirror image of the man he had consumed.
He glanced at the mirror, seeing Dave's features fused seamlessly with his own. The XXL shirt, the size 42 pants, and the size 14 Vans now fit him snugly, as though they had been tailor-made. An exhilarated, almost insane grin spread across his face.
In the silence of his solitary triumph, Ryan pondered the dark and arcane hunger that had granted him this unholy gift. He wondered if the power lay within him all along, or if it had been birthed from his envy and desire.
Little did he know, the true magic of this world had only just begun to reveal itself, and the price for such metamorphosis would demand its due—sooner than he could ever anticipate.
This story was generated by user brandon3 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: Ryan being a nerd was always jealous of Dave's larger body. Dave was 300 lbs and very fat. While Ryan was visiting Dave in the evening, Dave decided to take a shower. Dave had left all his clothes, socks, and shoes on the bed. Ryan curious how the clothes would fit him decided to try on all of Daves clothes. Daves wore an XXL shirt, size 42 pants, size 14 vans high tops. Dave's clothes were very large on Ryan, ryan really wanted to fit the clothes. Dave comes out of the shower and Ryan was ready to spring on him. In one full move Ryan opens his mouth around Daves head and slowly begins to swallow Dave whole. AFter 30 minutes of slowly engulfing Dave, Dave was in Ryans belly. slowly over the next hour ryan digested dave gaining his features. Ryan gained height and weight to fill his clothes. His feet even grew to fit a size 14 shoe.
Response: Title: The Arcane Hunger In a quaint, unsuspecting suburb, the house of David Mallory stood like any other, its secrets hidden beneath layers of everyday routine. Dave, a man of large stature who wore his size like an armored king, was adored for the gentle kindness that often contradicted his hulking frame. Despite his size, he moved with a surprising gracefulness, the fluidity that came from years of being comfortable in one's own skin. Ryan, on the other hand, was a different sort of figure. Lean and wiry, he was a self-admitted nerd with a voracious curiosity that knew no bounds. The envy he felt for Dave's grandiose presence was a nagging itch on his psyche, a whisper in the back of his mind that never let him forget his own perceived inadequacies. One evening, Ryan found himself at Dave's house. The two friends chatted about the usual - movies, books, the latest in technological marvels. But underneath Ryan's laughter was that same perverse envy, throbbing like a dark pulse. When Dave announced his intention to shower and unceremoniously draped his clothes over the edge of his unmade bed, Ryan's heart began to race with a twisted idea. The room fell silent when the bathroom door clicked shut, murmuring with the steady drone of flowing water. Ryan eyed Dave's abandoned clothes, drawn to them with an almost magnetic pull. Dave's XXL shirt, size 42 pants, and size 14 Vans high-tops seemed like relics of a colossal figure—monuments to a form Ryan was desperate to emulate. Stealthily, Ryan approached the bed, almost reverent in his movements. What harm would come from trying on the clothes, he reasoned? Hands shaking with anticipation, he slipped into the oversized shirt, its fabric billowing around him like a king's robe. Next were the pants, threatening to slip off at any moment. Lastly, the shoes, each as vast as a miniature boat. He stood in the middle of the room, engulfed in Dave's attire, the faintest hint of frustration mingling with his curiosity. The garments hung off him comically, mocking his frame. Desperation welled up—in that moment, he desired more than just the feel of fabric. He wanted to become. It was then that he felt something stir within him, a dormant power responding to the fervor of his desires. A hunger—a strange, arcane hunger that had been lying in wait, awakened now by his fervent longing. The knowledge of what he could do next came to him as if whispered by an ancestor of old magic. The bathroom door creaked open, steam billowing out like mist from a dragon's den. Dave, with his usual nonchalance, stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. Before he could even process the scene before him, Ryan moved with a preternatural swiftness, jaws expanding like a serpent. Dave's eyes widened, but before he could react, Ryan's mouth engulfed his head in one swift motion. The room filled with the grotesque symphony of grotesque gulps and muffled cries. For thirty harrowing minutes, Ryan's ravenous form worked tirelessly, each inch of Dave's body disappearing into the newly discovered abyss. At last, silence reigned—broken only by the labored breaths of Ryan, now gut-swollen and grotesque. Seated on the bedroom floor, he could feel the thaumaturgical transformation begin. The magic, as ancient as the earth itself, surged through his veins, guiding the assimilation process. The next hour was spent in a trance-like daze as Ryan's body reshaped and expanded. Muscles bulged, his spine stretched, skin and bones adapted to the demands of his newfound girth. His feet extended, dwarfing the floorboards beneath them. Finally, he stood, a mirror image of the man he had consumed. He glanced at the mirror, seeing Dave's features fused seamlessly with his own. The XXL shirt, the size 42 pants, and the size 14 Vans now fit him snugly, as though they had been tailor-made. An exhilarated, almost insane grin spread across his face. In the silence of his solitary triumph, Ryan pondered the dark and arcane hunger that had granted him this unholy gift. He wondered if the power lay within him all along, or if it had been birthed from his envy and desire. Little did he know, the true magic of this world had only just begun to reveal itself, and the price for such metamorphosis would demand its due—sooner than he could ever anticipate.
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