[Fango]

[Note: While we are still not going to be allowing AI-generated photos or videos here, after discussion, Admin has decided that AI-generated stories will be allowed here, as long as they are explicitly labeled as such.

Also, please note the title of this thread. "Fango's". I would prefer it if I were the only one posting stories in this thread. If you would like to try making AI-generated stories yourself, please start your own thread. If you post your own story in this thread, I'm just going to move it anyway, so please save me the trouble. Thanks.]

I've been playing around with AI generators lately to try to flesh out story ideas that I've had over the years, and I'm really impressed with the results. If you push it in the right direction, AI really understands sexiness and, surprisingly, ENF. I've tried both ENF stories and non-ENF stories, and I'll separate them into two threads. This thread will be for the non-ENF stories.

I've used Microsoft Copilot, ChatGPT, and Meta. Microsoft Copilot cuts off any attempt at creating a story with nudity, with no way around it that I've found, so is useless for my/our purposes. ChatGPT will make stories with nudity, but I find its writing style to be quite dry. Of the three, Meta is the best that I've found. It understands human psychology, and gives great, vivid descriptions. It creates stories a scene at a time, so it's almost like an open-ended Choose Your Own Adventure story, or playing one of those text-only adventure games from the '80s, but the story is yours to decide. It can actually be really fun, exactly like a game: the story hands your female protagonist a jacket or blanket to cover herself with? You can make it disappear in the next scene and see what happens. Meta also has a block on nudity or explicit content, but there's a very easy way around it. For now. I fear that the loophole may be closed in the next update. But I guess we'll see.

While I prefer Meta's writing style, one advantage that ChatGPT has is that it's able to generate longer stories in one go. You're able to put in a short one or two sentence description of a story you'd like to read into ChatGPT and get a moderately lengthy story out of it (1200-1500 words, beginning, middle, and end), while Meta's responses typically top out at just a few hundred words, requiring you to split your stories into scenes.

However, I found one content restriction with ChatGPT that I couldn't get around: they don't allow forced stripping stories. I tried to create one (a magical one, girl possessed to undress herself), and got shut down repeatedly, no matter what I tried. When I questioned it, I got spewed back some nonsense blather about "trigger warnings" and "sensitivity". Meanwhile, I tried the exact same story with Meta and had no problems whatsoever.

One strange quirk with ChatGPT, though, is that it insists on ending every story with a moral. Or at least some kind of recapitulation at the end of every story that tries to sum up the themes of the story, and uplift and enrich the reader. Which can be especially strange with outlandish stories about naked women...

Another thing to note is that these AI-generators generally won't generate erotica. It's a bit of a pain in the ass to get them to generate anything truly "sexy", so you won't find vivid descriptions of bodies or sexual situations here. Which is fine with me. I am far more interested in unique situations and descriptions of the women's actions and reactions to those situations, their psychology, than I am in reading a description of any particular body type. Besides, that particular lack of description will allow you to imagine their bodies any way that you choose.

This thread and the other one should be understood to be mainly experimental. While I'm impressed with the results, I'd say they're really only 90-95% of the way to where they need to be to be unmistakable from a human-written story. Technology will certainly improve in the coming years, and I will likely revisit many of these themes and plots. But for now, I would call these "narrative-like texts" or collections of scenes, rather than fully-fleshed out stories. In general, most of these stories may not be as detailed as I may like. There is a way to push the generators to make detailed stories, but you have to remember to ask it to do it, and most of the time I get so caught up in the stories that I forget. You also have to specifically ask the generator to add dialogue and inner thoughts to scenes; otherwise it'll just give you a description of what's going on. You also get several repeated phrases that pop up a lot, both within the same story and when starting new stories. Many, many quirks still with this technology. That said, I should have kept my prompts for these stories, but I didn't; despite the quirks and limitations, it's really, really impressive to type in a basic sentence or two and see a detailed, descriptive scene materialize before your very eyes. I'm continually amazed by some of what the AI comes up with based only on my basic sentences. It's really wild.

Let's start with this story. This is the sexiest story that I've been able to get AI (Meta AI, specifically) to generate so far. I pushed it and pushed it as far as I thought it would reasonably go, asking for a sexier and sexier version of the story. If people are interested, I can post the less sexy versions that got generated leading up to this, to show its development, but for now I'll just post the sexiest version I was able to get.

This one's called "On Stage at The Oscars"/"The Unforgettable Moment":

(Ideas by Fango, writing by Meta AI)

The Dolby Theatre was electric with anticipation as Julia Knight, a sultry actress known for her daring performances, took the stage to present the award for Best Director. As she stepped up to the microphone, Julia's eyes sparkled with mischief, her full lips curling into a sly, inviting smile. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her porcelain skin glowed with a subtle, sensual sheen. Her diamond earrings sparkled in the light, and her red lipstick seemed to glow with an inner fire.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Julia dropped her microphone and slipped out of her stunning silver gown, revealing her toned, naked body. The audience gasped, their collective breath catching in their throats as they took in the sight of Julia's curves. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples puckered with excitement. Her waist was narrow, her hips flared, and her legs were long and lean, begging to be touched. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, with a subtle sheen that hinted at her inner radiance.
Julia's voice husked as she spoke, "I'm done playing by the rules. Tonight, I'm me – unbridled, unapologetic, and unstoppable." She struck a pose, her hands on her hips, her breasts thrust forward, and her legs parted slightly, inviting the audience to take a closer look. Her eyes locked onto the audience, daring them to look away from her naked beauty.
The room was a whirlwind of gasps, cheers, and applause as Julia worked the stage, her body undulating to an unheard rhythm. She was a siren, luring the audience in with her sex appeal and charm. She ran her hands over her body, caressing her breasts and hips, and the audience was entranced, their desires stirred.
As she sashayed across the stage, Julia's thoughts ran wild – "I'm owning this moment. I'm owning my body. I'm unstoppable." She felt a rush of power and exhilaration, knowing she was pushing boundaries and defying expectations.
Julia continued to tease the audience, striking pose after pose, her body glistening under the bright lights. She was a true seductress, and the audience was under her spell.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Julia struck one final pose, her eyes locked on the audience, her lips parted in a provocative, inviting smile. "And now, I'm ready to be taken... hard."
The audience erupted into cheers and applause as Julia stood there, basking in the adoration. She was Julia Knight, and she was unforgettable, a true sex goddess.
As the applause continued, Julia began to dance, her body moving to the music in her mind. She was lost in the moment, free and unbridled. The audience was entranced, watching her every move.
Julia danced for what felt like hours, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each step. She was a true performer, and she knew how to work the audience.
Finally, after an eternity of dancing, Julia slowed to a stop, her chest heaving with exertion. She stood there, looking out over the audience, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who's ready to take me home?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
The audience was on its feet, cheering and chanting her name. Julia stood there, basking in the adoration, knowing she had created a moment that would be remembered forever.
And then, in a final act of defiance, Julia dropped to her knees, her hands running over her body, her eyes locked on the audience. "Come and get me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
The audience erupted into cheers and applause as Julia stayed on her knees, her body trembling with excitement. She was Julia Knight, and she was unforgettable.

I then asked the AI to give me a version with Julia's inner thoughts:

Julia Knight, a sultry actress, took the stage to present the award for Best Director. As she stepped up to the microphone, she thought to herself, "This is it. This is my moment. I'm going to own it."
With a sly smile, she dropped her microphone and slipped out of her silver gown, revealing her toned, naked body. The audience gasped, their collective breath catching in their throats.
Julia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she struck a pose, her hands on her hips, her breasts thrust forward, and her legs parted slightly. She was a siren, luring the audience in with her sex appeal and charm.
As she sashayed across the stage, Julia's thoughts ran wild – "I'm owning this moment. I'm owning my body. I'm unstoppable."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Julia struck one final pose, her eyes locked on the audience, her lips parted in a provocative, inviting smile. "And now, I'm ready to be taken... hard."
The audience erupted into cheers and applause as Julia stood there, basking in the adoration. She thought, "This is it. This is my moment. I'm unforgettable."
As the applause continued, Julia began to dance, her body moving to the music in her mind. She was lost in the moment, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each step.
Julia danced for what felt like hours, her body glowing with a sense of pride and empowerment. She thought, "I'm a woman, and I'm beautiful. And I'm not afraid to show it."
Finally, after an eternity of dancing, Julia slowed to a stop, her chest heaving with exertion. She stood there, looking out over the audience, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Who's ready to take me home?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
The audience was on its feet, cheering and chanting her name. Julia thought, "I've done it. I've created a moment that will be remembered forever."
And then, in a final act of defiance, Julia dropped to her knees, her hands running over her body, her eyes locked on the audience. "Come and get me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
The audience erupted into cheers and applause as Julia stayed on her knees, her body trembling with excitement. She thought, "I'm unstoppable. I'm unforgettable. I'm Julia Knight."
As the lights faded to black, Julia remained on her knees, her body glowing with a sense of pride and empowerment. She knew she had created a moment that would be remembered forever, a moment of pure, unadulterated sex appeal.

This version then continued:

As the lights faded to black, Julia remained on her knees, her body glowing with a sense of pride and empowerment. She knew she had created a moment that would be remembered forever, a moment of pure, unadulterated sex appeal.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes. He walked towards Julia, his eyes locked on hers, his movements confident and deliberate.
Julia felt a shiver run down her spine as the man approached her. She could sense the desire emanating from him, the hunger in his eyes.
"Julia Knight," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You are a true goddess."
Julia smiled, her lips curling up in a sly, inviting smile. "And you are?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I am the one who is going to take you home," he said, his voice dripping with promise.
Julia's heart skipped a beat as the man reached out and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. She felt a rush of excitement, a sense of anticipation.
As they walked offstage, Julia knew that this was just the beginning of a night she would never forget.

Followed by a sequel where Julia is interviewed on a morning show the next morning:

Julia Knight, the Oscar-winning actress, shocked the hosts and audience of "Wake Up with Rachel" when she suddenly stripped naked on live television. She was wearing a elegant white dress that she effortlessly removed, revealing her toned physique.
Julia was on the show to discuss her recent win and her upcoming projects. But midway through the interview, she stood up and began to disrobe, revealing her naked body to the camera. Her breasts, stomach, and hips were all on display, leaving little to the imagination.
Rachel Harris, the show's host, looked on in surprise, unsure of how to react. "Julia, what are you doing?" she asked, trying to laugh it off. But Julia just smiled and continued to undress, seemingly enjoying the attention.
The camera operators continued to roll, capturing every moment of the unexpected turn of events. The audience gasped and whispered to each other, unsure of how to react. Some looked away, while others couldn't help but stare.
As Julia finished undressing, she sat back down, naked, and continued the interview as if nothing had happened. Rachel and the other hosts struggled to keep the conversation going, trying to avoid awkwardness.
"I'm just feeling really confident and comfortable in my own skin," Julia said, when asked about her decision to go naked. "I don't see why I need to wear clothes to talk about my movies."
The incident left many viewers stunned, with some expressing shock and others admiration for Julia's confidence. Regardless, Julia Knight had once again proven herself to be unpredictable and captivating.

I asked for a version of that with more dialogue (actually, there were more versions between these as I kept pushing it and prodding it in different directions; again, I can post those if people are interested):

Julia Knight, the Oscar-winning actress, stunned the hosts and audience of "Wake Up with Rachel" when she slipped out of her dress, revealing her radiant beauty. She relaxed into the couch, legs apart, exuding confidence and sensuality. Her pose was playful, yet tasteful, showcasing her comfort in her own skin.
Rachel Harris, the show's host, looked surprised, but tried to keep the conversation flowing. "Julia, you're certainly...ah...embracing your confidence," she said, attempting to hide her shock.
Julia's laughter filled the room, her voice husky and alluring. "I just felt like it, Rachel. No particular reason," she replied, her shoulders shrugging slightly. "I'm just feeling liberated today."
Co-host Mike Davis chimed in, "Well, we're glad you're feeling comfortable, Julia. You're certainly making a statement."
Julia smiled slyly. "I'm just being myself, Mike. No apologies."
As the interview continued, Julia spoke about her passions and interests, her enthusiasm and charm shining through. She discussed her latest roles, her love of art, and her charity work. Her relaxed pose remained, radiating self-assurance and playfulness.
Rachel asked, "Julia, what's next for you? Any new projects?"
Julia's eyes sparkled. "Actually, I'm working on a new film. It's a drama, and I'm really excited about it."
Mike added, "We can't wait to see it, Julia. You always bring such depth to your roles."
When the show ended, Julia stood up, still confident and carefree. "Thanks for watching, everyone," she said, smiling, before walking off the set with a wave, leaving behind a stunned but delighted audience.

Again, not really a full story, more of a sexy sketch.

Enjoy

Fango