AI Modeling

I wanted to write something longer with the help of AI photos. Please let me know what you think of using AI generated photos. I like them a lot. On another note, I am semi-active on Bluesky, which is more active than I am on here. If you want more, follow me there @celinascaptions.bsky.social‬

~ Celina

Steven was feeling awful after his long-term relationship had just ended. His now ex-girlfriend was the woman he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with, but it turned out they were just too different, according to her. He fought to for her to stay, but she had come to her conclusion ages ago. Now he was left in their apartment, all alone and depressed.

But that very evening, something caught Steven's attention. There was a website he had seen that displayed AI girls solely from a detailed description. They looked beautiful, and even though Steven knew they were not real women, his interest was piqued. Was it because he was an emotional wreck after finding himself stranded in life, or was he just horny? It was probably a combination of both, but he didn't care. He wanted to visit this website that could "create the perfect woman" supposedly.

He opened the website and saw a bunch of empty text boxes he'd need to fill out to illustrate his ideal partner. It sure seemed daunting, there were so many categories he was able to fill in. Figuring he didn't have much else going on, he got to work.

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

Steven began to type everything about the appearance of his perfect girl. -- Small round face, cute button nose, large lips, long and wavy blonde hair -- a lot of these answers were very similar to the appearance of his ex-girlfriend. Perhaps it was because he still felt love for her. -- Blue eyes, rosy-red cheeks, strong jawline, 5'3", thin body -- he noted more and more of the qualities he loved most about his ex, until he began to veer away from her body specifications. -- Large breasts, plump buttocks, small tight vagina. -- Yeah, he was definitely horny.

Feeling satisfied with this portion of the AI model generation, he scrolled to the next prompt.

STYLE ATTRIBUTES

He wondered what kind of style his ideal girl would rock. His ex always dressed so conservatively, wearing turtlenecks and long pants, not wanting to be looked at for her body. Steven had disliked that part of her. He got to typing. -- Pink clothes, revealing clothes, crop tops, skirts, lingerie -- This fake girl he was making up dressed a lot more boastful, showing off the stuff Steven had already given her.

He figured that was enough for this section.

CULTURAL ATTRIBUTES

Well, this one didn't seem like it would take much time. Steven had only ever dated white women, since it was his preference, but he felt just writing "Caucasian" wasn't enough detail. He shrugged and added more detail that may or may not have belonged in this section. -- Rich family background, enjoys partying, popular friends.

Steven essentially used this section as a "social attributes" field.

PERSONALITY ATTRIBUTES

Steven stopped and pondered for a moment. He almost started spewing out his love for his girlfriend onto the page once again, but he had a realization. If his relationship didn't work out, then perhaps he needed to try envisioning himself with someone completely different. He wrote in the details about his supposed AI girlfriend. -- Mean, bitchy, stuck-up, selfish -- he typed up the opposite of the thoughts of his ex that came to his head. -- Spoiled, slutty, rule-breaker -- it was all so unlike the people he had dated in the past.

He felt satisfied with that, and moved onto what looked like the last step.

MENTAL ATTRIBUTES

This section seemed very similar to the previous one to Steven, but there was a note clarifying the difference. This section was intended for things going on in the girl's mind that were not really displayed on the outside, things hidden deep within her psyche that would never change. He thought that was odd for a fake girl creation tool, but then he pondered the wording, and a thought came to his head. -- High IQ, manipulative, Daddy issues -- These were the first things that came to his mind, though he didn't know why. Maybe it was the horniness getting to his head.

Steven sat back in his chair, feeling good about his creation. Now all he had to do was generate the image of his perfect woman. He moved the cursor to the button and hit "Generate".

A loading bar appeared and began to slowly tick up. As he saw it change from 0% to 1%, he felt a twinge of pain in his face. How odd. Watching the bar slowly tick up a percentage at a time, he kept feeling strange sensations, and they were getting stronger as time went on. Finally having enough of it, he got up and headed for the mirror to see if there was something in his eye or on his skin.

Steven looked at the mirror, and staring back at him was a spitting image of the girl he had just modeled. He was stunned, how was this possible? He watched as his body changed to match his face, with breasts swelling on his chest and flesh fattening his ass. He felt an odd sucking sensation in his crotch, and then nothing remained but a tight slit. Then his clothes began to transform before his eyes. They shortened, turning pink and changing style. His jeans rolled up into a cute pink skirt, while his plain t-shirt halved in size, a matching crop top showing off his midriff.

He had to do something, and quick. He raced toward the computer, as thoughts began to fill his mind. He started to recall past memories of his life, being raised in a wealthy family and loving going out partying with the other popular chicks, who were his friends. Steven felt off, that couldn't be right, could it? No, this AI program was somehow changing his life, and he had to stop it.

Reaching the computer, he saw the loading bar was nearly full. Grabbing the mouse, he moved it over the "Cancel" button, when suddenly a switch seemed to flick in his mind. His personality was being reworked. Gone was the kind guy who would hold the door open for strangers. The goofy guy who constantly made self deprecating jokes to make his loved ones laugh. The nervous guy who had a hard time socializing outside of his small circle of friends and family. All of his personality traits were replaced. No, "Savannah" was a mean, spoiled brat who always got her way. She was envied by her entourage, lusted for by her male peers, and feared by her prey. She lived by her own rules, never beckoning to anyone but her father, who was seldom in her life, but provided her with the funds she needed to live her rich bitch lifestyle.

Her Daddy...he never did give her much attention throughout her life, and that was something that always bothered her. She could have anything in the world with the snap of her finger, except for his love and attention. She knew that was part of the reason why she toyed with men and fucked older guys. She always craved and chased what she knew she could never have.

Savannah snapped back to reality and saw the loading bar was complete. Smiling wickedly, she shut off the computer and called over her neighbour, asking for him to help her make some "adjustments" at her place while her parents were at work. When he arrived with his toolkit, she giggled at how foolish this guy was, could he not take a hint? Leading him to the bedroom, she told him this was where she needed him to make the adjustments. She bit her lip and stared him down, slowly lifting up her pink crop top to reveal her perfect tits to the man who had watched her grow up into a mature, beautiful woman. He was hesitant, but she was determined.

"If you don't stop being such a fucking pussy and come over here and rearrange my organs, I'll tell my parents you broke into our home to creep on me." That did the trick. The man shoved her onto the bed and she smiled with joy. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be pushed around by an older man. Controlled and dominated in the bedroom, but outside of the bedroom, it was her who had all the power.

Savannah laid back on the bed while the gentleman spread her legs, sticking a finger into her pussy and expertly navigating to the G-spot. That was another reason she loved older guys - they had the experience that the younger guys didn't have. He fingered her and rubbed her sensitive clit, eliciting moans of pure pleasure from her core. His fingers moved vigorously in her tight cunt, barely managing to fit two fingers in. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face down to her womanhood, and finally learning to take the hint, he ravaged her pussy with his tongue. He began sucking her folds and stabbing at her box repeatedly with his tongue, slurping her juices as they seemed to pour out. She was really fucking horny. His tongue continued to dance on her cunt, as she screamed louder and louder, her body shaking uncontrollably, until it didn't, and he got a mouthful of more of her feminine fluids.

She kicked him off of her and turned the tables on him. She expertly whipped his rock hard cock out from his trousers and started to stroke it very slowly, teasingly. She guided her fingers up and down the shaft, her perfect fingernails grazing his cock and causing him to let out short grunts. She could tell this was turning him on, far more than anything his wife has ever done for him. She quickened her pace a bit, spitting on the decent-sized cock before her, her hand soon becoming sticky with saliva and precum. She began to pump faster, as she watched him writhing in the pleasure. She leaned in while continuing to jerk him off, sticking her tongue out to rest on the tip, then she slithered it down, like two snakes intertwining with one another. She licked the pole in front of her with excitement, until she couldn't take it any longer, and swallowed it whole. It was warm and pulsating in her mouth, and it felt as though it had been waiting to be there for a creepy amount of time, which she loved to think about. The wetness of her inner cheeks had coated the prized cock in her oral lubrication, and she started bobbing her head as though she were bobbing for apples. Her pace was immaculate, as her mind drifted again to his wife, wondering if she was ever this fast, even in her prime. The bitch in heat took the popsicle she was sucking on and plunged it into the back of her mouth, touching her throat and causing her to gag a little. She held it there and swirled her tongue around the member, rubbing against the veins popping out of his cock. When she felt she could take it no more, she released her prisoner from it's cell, watching the stiff rod await it's next capture.

Savannah saw the man sitting up, thinking the fun was over, so she shoved him back down onto the bed and inched her way over to him. "I'm not done with you yet." she said to him seductively, as she straddled the beast before her and lined his cock up to her slit.

"Hey, you can't do that without letting me put on a condom first" he interrupted.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill" she told him. Feeling reassured, he laid back down while she directed his cock into her pussy. Of course that was a lie. Savannah just loved breaking the rules. Bliss filled the room when their bodies interlocked, followed by the sounds of wet slapping and sloshing. Savannah let out moan after moan, like a sorcerer extracting her soul as she bounced her lithe body up and down on the man that had watched her grow up. She had always loved older guys, but the fact that this man had known her all her life made it even hotter for her somehow. She kept up the pressure, twerking her body on the meat stick of her dreams which barely fit in her tight cunt. Looking at the man lost in the ecstasy, she brought him back to reality. "Squeeze my tits Daddy!" she yelled at him, and he happily obliged, groping the beacons hanging in his face. Having all of her private parts violated by the man next door felt right.

Savannah felt the man start to convulse, and she got up off the man's cock and knelt down in front of him, grabbing the rod and shaking violently once again. She lied about being on the pill, but that didn't mean she wanted to get pregnant. She just loved to live dangerously. She pumped his dick repeatedly, until it couldn't hold back any longer. Strings of thick, white vine erupted out of the hose, layering her face and tits with the translucent rope. She giggled as it went longer than she had anticipated, leaving her looking like a complete whore. When he was finished, she brought her middle finger up to her cheek and scooped up a thread of his juice and sucked it off her finger seductively. It didn't taste great, but she still swallowed it all. She knew this always got the men riled up.

From then on, Savannah's modeling career took off. She was rich and famous, just as she was always meant to be. As for the older man from her neighbourhood, he was obsessed with her. He gave her money to go shopping, paid for her food, took her on expensive trips, and even paid for some plastic surgery. His wife believed these were "business trips", which to Savannah was true. These were business transactions. She really didn't need the money for her shopping, food, or to go on these vacations at all, however she found it way hotter to drain this older man's bank account. She really was a mean, spoiled, slutty bitch.