"The Ghoulish Puppeteer"
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It was unnerving: the deafening stillness of the alleyway fed Amy’s terror. Out of breath, her mind fractured in a million places. She turned violently, her pulse throbbing a raw symphony that echoed through the abandoned alley. The only hint of her pursuer came as a sudden splash of filth, aroused by fallen trash. The figure of an incredibly obese specter heaved in the darkness.
The creature before her was a grotesque parody of humanity. His stench, a rancid cocktail of spoiling donuts, snagged in her nostrils. He wore a permanent, sickening grin, teeth flashing in his voluminous face.
"Come here, barbie doll. I'm not done playing with you!" His voice, oddly stilted and warped, dipped in ominous undertones. Charging towards her with an unyieldable momentum, Amy fixed her gaze forward and exerted the final dregs of her strength into a sprint. The ghoul's chuckle conjured the chill of cold gravestones.
Amy's muscles screamed at her for respite, but there was no abatement from him. As the hubbub of a populated district came within sight, an ill-timed stumble shattered her pace. A pointed rock, an unlikely executioner, lodged into her heel.
Instantly, he consumed her, pounding down her throat like a living tidal wave. "Open wide! Down the gums, lookout tummy, here I come!" he roared with a perverse glee. His form, a gelatinous mass of malevolence, squeezed within her, expanding and contracting with a disgusting squelch.
With a convulsive shake, the horror faded into an eerie, nymphic delight. Unzipping her hoodie, she released the swell of her breasts; his grotesque hands moved across her body with nauseous possession. "Keep fighting, girly. I've got nothing better to do." Through her lips, his voice carried the somber echo of her imminent fall.
Inside her, Amy felt herself shrinking into a spectral corner, the last vestiges of her consciousness losing the battle. Her body rebelled against her command while she clawed futilely at the sickening inclusion.
With a final, malevolent specter in the driver's seat, he glutted on Amy’s soul, scripting a grim end. He devoured her essence, her memories, and skills, leaving her an empty shell. The physical body was his final prize which he claimed as his own with a greedy touch.
In that dark alley, far from the bustle of life, a monstrous shadow moved with unnatural grace, Amy's body a marionette under his control. Bearing the smile not of her own, but of the depraved monster, she strode off into the night, beneath the cold scrutiny of a spectral moon, to continue her life, as she knew it, no more.
This story was generated by user at with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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AI Prompts
Prompt: "Noo! Stay away!" Amy turned sharp down a long, vacant back alley, her heart in her throat as she checked over her shoulder. She didn't see anything for several seconds before the shadowy figure of an obese man knocked over a trash can in his passing. He was enormous, carried the stench of rancid donuts and had a silly grin as he flew towards her. "Come here, barbie doll. I'm not done playing with you!" His voice, already strange and staticy, grew darker on the last few words. He barreled towards her, and Amy turned her head forward and put on her last bit of speed. "Oh, I love the chase!" the man chuckled. "Gets up my appetite." Amy ran and ran, her chest heaving as the ghost gained on her. She was about to make a turn towards a busy part of town when her heel caught a pointed rock. She skipped, caught her balance, and lost the chase in that instant. The blob of a man rocketed down her throat as she screamed. "Open wide! Down the gums, lookout tummy, here I come!" His enormous mass wiggled into her, jiggling like jello until it splashed within. She shook, then her eyes lit up with glee and ghostly light. She slowly unzipped her hoodie, releasing the bountiful breasts within. Hands roaming all over, he spoke through her. "Keep fighting, girly. I've got nothing better to do." Amy's body trembled as the real Amy tried to scream and claw at her throat, but the ghost kicked her spiritual self into a corner. Then, he grinned evily. "You know what, I think I'll settle down for a while." On the inside of Amy's body and spirit, the fat blob of a man grabbed Amy's soul, and tossed it down his gullet. With that, he took her memories, her skills, and of course, her body for keeps. With a final grope of his assets, she smirked, strutting off with her new life.
Response: It was unnerving: the deafening stillness of the alleyway fed Amy’s terror. Out of breath, her mind fractured in a million places. She turned violently, her pulse throbbing a raw symphony that echoed through the abandoned alley. The only hint of her pursuer came as a sudden splash of filth, aroused by fallen trash. The figure of an incredibly obese specter heaved in the darkness. The creature before her was a grotesque parody of humanity. His stench, a rancid cocktail of spoiling donuts, snagged in her nostrils. He wore a permanent, sickening grin, teeth flashing in his voluminous face. "Come here, barbie doll. I'm not done playing with you!" His voice, oddly stilted and warped, dipped in ominous undertones. Charging towards her with an unyieldable momentum, Amy fixed her gaze forward and exerted the final dregs of her strength into a sprint. The ghoul's chuckle conjured the chill of cold gravestones. Amy's muscles screamed at her for respite, but there was no abatement from him. As the hubbub of a populated district came within sight, an ill-timed stumble shattered her pace. A pointed rock, an unlikely executioner, lodged into her heel. Instantly, he consumed her, pounding down her throat like a living tidal wave. "Open wide! Down the gums, lookout tummy, here I come!" he roared with a perverse glee. His form, a gelatinous mass of malevolence, squeezed within her, expanding and contracting with a disgusting squelch. With a convulsive shake, the horror faded into an eerie, nymphic delight. Unzipping her hoodie, she released the swell of her breasts; his grotesque hands moved across her body with nauseous possession. "Keep fighting, girly. I've got nothing better to do." Through her lips, his voice carried the somber echo of her imminent fall. Inside her, Amy felt herself shrinking into a spectral corner, the last vestiges of her consciousness losing the battle. Her body rebelled against her command while she clawed futilely at the sickening inclusion. With a final, malevolent specter in the driver's seat, he glutted on Amy’s soul, scripting a grim end. He devoured her essence, her memories, and skills, leaving her an empty shell. The physical body was his final prize which he claimed as his own with a greedy touch. In that dark alley, far from the bustle of life, a monstrous shadow moved with unnatural grace, Amy's body a marionette under his control. Bearing the smile not of her own, but of the depraved monster, she strode off into the night, beneath the cold scrutiny of a spectral moon, to continue her life, as she knew it, no more.
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