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What follows is 98% written by a language model called GPT-3 via the paid Dragon model in AI Dungeon. Only the text on the line following the > is written by me, everything else is written by the AI. That includes the parts where my character is speaking. If you don't see a > on that line then I did not write it. I did undo lines when it took me down a path I didn't want it to take (such as my character threatening to break the other characters knees), and had it regenerate text until I got the story going in the direction I wanted. I did not edit any of the AI responses to get the response I wanted.

>Prompt: You are Emily, a 30 year old woman. You are talking to your friend Sarah, a 29 year old woman.

> You say "Sarah, I have a question to ask you."
"What is it?" she asks.


> You say "Why do you pee your pants so often?"
"Because I'm a disgusting person, OK?"
"No, it's not OK. We're friends, and friends help each other. I'm worried about you."
"You've never said anything before."
"I've never been this worried before. How can I help?"
"You can't. I'm beyond help. But thanks for being a good friend and worrying about me."
"Do... do you need to go right now?"
"Yes. Badly."

> You say "Then why don't you go to the bathroom?"
"Because I'm a freakin' idiot. I'll just go in my pants. I might as well be a 5 year old, for all the sense I'm making."


> You say "Do you like it?"
"What?"
"Peeing in your pants. Do you like it?"
"Are you on crack? Who the hell would like that?"
"I don't know. I'm asking you. Do you?"
"Why would I?"


> You say "You just said you have to pee badly, if you didn't like it you would just go to the bathroom."
"No I didn't. I said I'm a freakin' idiot for not going to the bathroom, but I don't actually like peeing in my pants."
"I think you do. I think you like peeing in your pants so much that you're self-deluded into thinking you have some sort of urinary control problem when you don't. I bet you secretly enjoy it, but you just don't want to admit it because it's shameful or something."
"Shut up. Just shut up. You don't know what the hell you're talking about. You're an idiot."
"I'm an idiot because I don't pee in my pants? What does that make you?"
"Shut up! SHUT UP! I HAVE TO PEE!"
"So go pee."
"I... I... OKAY! THERE. YOU'RE RIGHT. I LIKE IT."
"I know. That's why you're yelling."
"I'M NOT YELLING, I'M NOT EVEN LOUD. WHAT THE HELL, EM?"
"That's better. Much better."
"I'm going to the bathroom. You're right, I do like it. I like it a lot. And I don't care who knows. Everyone will know, because I'm going to tell them. I'm going to go buy a billboard and put it on there. 'I LIKE TO PEE IN MY PANTS.' Everyone will see it. And they'll all know. Everyone. They'll all know. Everyone will know. Everyone will know that I... I..."
"That you what?"
"That I... That I..."
"That you...?"
"That I... LOVE PEEING MY PANTS!

> You say "What do you love the most about peeing your pants?"
"What do I love the most? The feeling, obviously."
"Of course. What else?"
"The warmth, the wetness, everything."
"What else? Be specific."
"The feeling of powerlessness. I don't have any power over my bladder, or my body in general. If I did, I wouldn't be in this situation, would I?"
"That's true. Anything else?"
"The humiliation. I'm putting on a show for everyone. They're all looking at me and laughing at how stupid I look. Or they pity me. Or they're looking at me like one of those sad pandas in the zoo."


> You say "I'd love to see you pee your pants."
"You would? Are you some kind of freak?"
"I'm a little weird, yeah. So is that a yes? Because I'd really like to see it."
"I guess so. But only if you go buy me some coffee. And cake. I want some cake too. Chocolate. And if you come back here within the hour, I'll let you watch me pee my pants."
"You drive a hard bargain. I accept."
"Okay, go!"

You run out of the coffee shop and go to the nearest bakery. You buy a coffee and a piece of chocolate cake and then head back to the coffee shop. You see a line to the counter that would rival that of Disneyland on a weekend, but you see your friend at a table and head over to her.
"Here," you say, setting the coffee and cake down on the table.
"Thank you," she says. "I was really thirsty and hungry. Now I'm just thirsty. You can have the cake if you want."
"You don't want it?" you ask.
"No," she says. "I want the coffee more. I only wanted the cake because I was thirsty."
"Are you still playing the peeing in your pants game?"
"Yes. And you'll be watching me."

> You say "Okay then, stand up and yell that you're peeing your pants, and then do it, pee your pants."
She stands up and yells, "I'm peeing my pants!" Then she looks down at her legs and checks to see if anything is coming out. Nothing yet. She sits back down and takes a bite of the cake. Nothing yet.
"Come on!" she says with her mouth full, looking down at her lap again. "I need to go. I drank too much coffee."
You pull out your phone and pretend to answer it. "Hello?" you say. "What? I can't hear you. There's too much pee in here!"
"WHAT? What are you talking about? I don't sound like that!" your friend yells.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. The pee is too loud."
"What?"
"Too. Much. Pee."
"Are you serious?"
"Hello? I can't hear you. The pee is... oh, wait, there it goes."
She looks down and smiles as she watches a stream of urine run down her leg and into the coffee shop. People look over at her and laugh. She smiles, then makes eye contact with a group of them, laughing all the while. She finishes peeing and pulls out some paper napkins to clean herself up.
"Alright," she says. "I'm done. Let's go." You stand up and follow her out of the coffee shop.

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Here's some information and tips for using AI Dungeon.

There's two models, Griffen and Dragon. Griffen is free, Dragon is not. Griffen is based on an older language model called GPT-2, Dragon is based on a new language model called GPT-3. If you want to use the paid model you need to switch to it in settings after signing up. Both models are made by Open AI, with GPT-3 in pre-release last month. GPT-3 does a lot more than just generate porn stories, people have been throwing all sorts of things at it and it's been doing some magical things.

You can use any of the pre-made prompts for your peeing delight, but I like to use the custom prompt so I can write what I want. Check out how the pre-made prompts are written so you know how to write the custom prompt for the best results. Remember that the prompt is only a starting point, you can always change the story as you see fit.

AI Dungeon wants you to speak in second person. This means use "you" instead of "I".

AI Dungeon has an issue with good writing. Sometimes it has long and good descriptions, other times it does not, there doesn't seem to be a way to control it. It likes to skip forward in time a lot if you let it. I've had stories start where the AI immediately write that it's the next day even though nothing has happened. Dialogue tags (she said, you said, etc) are not used very often by AI Dungeon, it uses them, but very little. If you use AI Dungeon to write a story that you're going to share make sure to go back and re-read it and add tags where needed so the reader doesn't lose track of who's talking. Speaking of that, sometimes AI Dungeon loses track of who's talking. I've had it switch point of view mid-sentence.

The Say and Do commands are obvious, but the Story command is not. While Say and Do apply to you, you can use Story to force things to happen. So if you want an NPC to jump up and down you can just type in that they jump up and down. I recommend not using this and allowing the AI to do the work for you, it's more fun that way.

If you don't like what the AI responds with, or you make a typo and want to change your response, there's an Undo and Redo button at the bottom. Next to it is an edit button, this lets you edit the last response (from you or the AI). If you don't like anything about the response you can have the AI regenerate the response as well with the circle and arrow button.

AI Dungeon only uses the last 1000 tokens for context. I think a token in this context means a word, although I'm not sure. What this means is that any text past the token limit does not exist to the AI.

AI Dungeon is forgetful or gets confused. Sometimes you might tell a character to pee their pants, and then they take all their clothes off, and then pee in their pants. Sometimes my character will sit down, only to have them sit down again two lines later. This doesn't seem to further confuse the AI, but it can be annoying for a story to have things like this happen.

When using the Dragon model if you use a custom prompt the very first AI response will always use GPT-2 . This is done because there isn't full access to GPT-3 yet, and it's possible to trick AI Dungeon into giving you access with the correct prompt.

AI Dungeon supports every fetish, every sexual act, and likely supports sexual things that nobody has thought of yet. It can also make connections between different sexual acts and fetishes. Sometimes the AI likes to bring up diapers when talking about pee for example. One time it started talking about furbabies.

AI Dungeon likes to go off on tangents. One second you're reading about a woman peeing, the next your girlfriend busts in crying about the cat. You can always undo or regenerate responses.

AI Dungeon is very good at guessing what you want to do most of the time so you don't have to hand hold it. When it does something weird you can always undo or regenerate, or put in your own command to get it off of the weirdness.

Use the POV command to see what anything else is thinking, and I mean anything. You use it by typing in what you want the point of view to be from followed by "POV:" So if you want to see what Sarah is thinking, you would type "Sarah POV:" without quotes. As I said, you can use this on anything, if you want to know a chair's opinion on what's going on that will work. This actually changes the point of view to whatever you type in, so undo it after using it or use the command to go back to the character you want.

22 minutes ago, ed2 said:

Good story! But I don't really believe you! No way this is AI generated!

Go ahead and try it yourself. There's a 7 day free trial for the Dragon model. Make sure to immediately cancel so you don't get charged by accident, you'll still have access for the 7 days. Also change from the Griffen model to the Dragon model in settings or you won't get as good results. It takes some time to figure out how to use it so you're not being too hand holdy. Originally I used the Story command a lot to force things to happen, but I found that you'll get much better results if you never use it. There is quite a liberal use of the regenerate response button though, as sometimes the AI refuses to play along. Sometimes I'll write "You say, "pee your pants."" and then the other character will say no, and then the AI gets into an argument with itself over if the person will pee their pants or not. In one case the other character got so mad they killed me lol.

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Here's a long somewhat rambling story I made with the app. Like above, only the lines with > were done by me. Started to go in a dark direction at the end and I didn't feel like fighting with the AI any more so that's the end! It's pretty incredible honestly, highly recommend it.

 

You are PB, a college girl. You are talking to your friend Marceline, a musician. You are both college students in the same classes.

> You say "Marceline, can i ask you a question?"


> You say "Do you have to pee? I've noticed you've been squirming all day"

Marcy looks at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. She then quickly shakes her head.

"No! No, no, it's fine!" she says.

Marcy has always been able to lie flawlessly. You believe her, but decide not to push the issue.

"Cool," you say.

For the rest of the day, you remain in your seats.

> You notice that Marceline is crossing her legs and squirming back and forth.
She is obviously uncomfortable, and its almost as if she has to pee.

You wait a few hours before speaking again. You notice that the whole group is more talkative than before. The teachers have been going back and forth between their room and the lunch room, obviously aware that you're out of food. They are almost definitely going to head to the store soon.
"Marcy," you say.
"Hm?" she responds, a little startled. She had been squirming more than usual.
"I have to pee," you say.
She looks at you with surprise. "Well go," she says, obviously annoyed.
"I can't."
"Why not? Its right there." She points over your shoulder.
"I can't leave the group."
"Why not?"

> You say "I need you to come with me"
"Because I need someone to hold the door open for me," you say. "Please Marcy, I have a huge bladder and can't wait much longer."
"Fine," she says. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Marcy gets up and walks over to you.
"Let's just go," she says.
You nod. "Thanks."
You stand up and walk towards the bathroom. You notice a lot of the other students are in the same situation as you, so you say something.

> You say "We should hurry before there's a line."
"We should hurry before there's a line," you say.
A few people grunt in response, but nobody actually moves. You and Marcy look at each other and roll your eyes.
"You first," you say, gesturing towards the bathroom door.
"No, you go ahead."
You shake your head.

> You say "Ok. But are you sure you don't need to go?"
"Ok. But are you sure you don't need to go?" you ask.
Marcy looks down for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I'm sure."
You sigh. "Well I do. I have a huge bladder, remember?"
Marcy looks at the bathroom door, then at the group of people around you, then back at the door. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. Finally, she speaks.
"Fine," she says. "I'll go in with you."

> You go into the stall and start peeing.
You walk into the bathroom and find that there is only one stall with a line of girls waiting for you. You turn red and Marcy laughs at you.
"It's fine, it's fine," you say.
You and Marcy walk into the stall and you close the door behind you. Marcy stands a respectable distance away from you as you do your business. You finish quickly and walk out of the stall. Marcy is nowhere to be seen.
"Marcy?"

> You see Marceline with her hand between her legs squirming by the sinks.
You see Marcy with her hand between her legs squirming by the sinks. You laugh and she turns bright red.
"It's not funny!" she says. "I have to go so bad."
"You've been holding it for a long time. Is it possible that you could have waited any longer?
Marcy sighs. "No, not really. I drank a lot of soda before we left."

> You say "I can tell you're about to pee yourself. Use the bathroom before you have an accident!"
"I can tell you're about to pee yourself. Use the bathroom before you have an accident!"
Marcy nods and rushes into the stall. You hear the stream hit the water and you laugh.
"It's not funny," she says from the stall. "It really, really hurts."
"You're right, it's not funny," you say. "It's hilarious."
After a few moments, Marcy comes out of the stall. You give her a few more moments, then walk into the stall and sit down.

> You say "Marcy, you're going to wet yourself in class if you keep doing this"
"Marcy, you're going to wet yourself in class if you keep doing this."
You hear Marcy gasp from outside the stall.
"I'm not peeing my pants in front of the class!"

> You say "Has it happened to you before?"
"Has it happened to you before?"
"No!"
You hear a squirt and Marcy's feet slide along the floor.
"I'm not going out there!" she says. "They'll know!"

> You say "Did you leak in your panties a little bit?"
"Did you leak in your panties a little bit?"
"Maybe."
You hear the sound of fabric rubbing together.
"This is so embarrassing!

> You say "Do you still have to go?"
"Do you still have to go?"
Marcy sighs.
"No, I think I'm good now."
You hear the door open and Marcy steps inside the stall.
"Come on," she says. "I don't want to miss anymore class time."
You follow her out of the bathroom and head back to class.

> You notice that there is a little wet patch on her crotch.
After a few moments in the bathroom, you and Marcy walk back to class. There's a little wet patch on her right side, near her groin.
"Hey, you peed yourself!" you say.
Marcy turns bright red.
"Shut up," she says, through gritted teeth.
She gets redder and you laugh. She smiles, despite herself.
"It's not funny," she says.
"It kind of is."
Marcy sits down and the teacher looks at her disapprovingly. You sit down beside her and laugh quietly to yourself.

> You after school you go to spend the night at Marcy's house.
That evening, you and Marcy hang out together at her house. After dinner, you two go into her room. You're both on your laptops and chatting quietly. Eventually, you decide to call it a night. You get into bed and shut your laptop.
"Goodnight," you say.
"Goodnight," says Marcy from her bed.
You lay there in silence for a few moments. Then, you realize that you need to pee.
"Marcy," you say. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Go ahead," she says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
You get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. You do your business, then start to wash your hands.
"Marcy?" you say. "Do you need to go?"
"Yeah, I need to pee," she says.
You finish washing your hands and open the bathroom door. Marcy stands in front of you, her eyes looking down at the floor.
"Marcy," you say. "Why are you avoiding making eye contact with me?"
She continues to avoid eye contact. She looks down and to the left, anywhere but at your eyes. You place your hand under her chin and gently guide her head up. Her eyes dart up to your eyes and then quickly away. She takes a deep breath and looks down again. You move your other hand under her chin and raise her head again. This time, she holds it there and looks into your eyes.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I need to tell you something," she says.
"What?"
She takes a deep breath.
"I wet myself during class today."
You burst out laughing.
"It's not funny!" she says, angrily.
"I'm sorry," you say. "I just... I couldn't help it."
She slaps your arm.
"It's not funny. I really need to go to the doctor."
"Do you think I can help?"
"I don't know," she says. "Can you?"
"Maybe," you say. "Do you want to try something?"
You place your hand under her chin and guide her head up. She holds it there, looking into your eyes. You lean in and kiss her on the lips. She closes her eyes and kisses you back. The two of you embrace and kiss for a few moments. Then, you pull away.
"There," you say. "All better."
"I don't feel any different," she says.
"You'll be fine."
She smiles at you.
"I really like you, you know that?" she says.
"I really like you, too," you say.
The two of you embrace and kiss again. Then, you get into bed together and hold each other. The two of you fall asleep together in her bed. You're happy.

The next morning, you wake up and get out of bed. Marcy is still fast asleep. You look down at her and smile.
"I love you," you say.
She snores in response. You laugh and shake your head. You get dressed and walk downstairs, finding Marcy's mom in the kitchen.
"Morning, honey," she says. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"That sounds great," you say.
She pours you a bowl of cereal and hands it to you. You sit down at the table and eat, while Marcy's mom prepares her own breakfast. You look out the window and see that the weather is gloomy.
"Looks like it might rain today," you say.
"Yes, I suppose it does," says Marcy's mom, absent-mindedly.
You both eat your breakfast in silence. Then, you remember something.
"Oh, Marcy and I are going into town today."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. We're... we're going to the doctor."
"I see," she says, although it's clear that she doesn't. "Well, be back for dinner."

> You go upstairs to get Marceline up.
You go upstairs and enter Marcy's room. She's still asleep. You shake her shoulder.
"Marcy, wake up."
She wakes up and looks around sleepily.
"What time is it?"

> You notice her bed has a wet patch on it.
You look down and see that there's a wet patch on the bed. You look at Marcy, and she looks back.
"I... I..." she says, trailing off.
"You wet the bed?"
"I couldn't hold it!" she says, starting to cry. "I need to go to the doctor."
You look out the window. The weather's gotten worse, and you can barely see the road from the window. You sigh. It's going to be a long walk to town.
"We're not going anywhere today," you say.
"What?" she says, surprised. "Why not?"
"It's raining. We can't go walking in that. We'd get soaked."
"But I need to go the doctor!"
"Do you want to go out in that?"
"Well, no."
"Well, then it's settled. We're staying here today."
"Can we still go tomorrow?"
"Sure. If the weather's fine, then we'll go into town tomorrow."
"OK," she says. "

> You say "If you're worried about having more accidents, we could get you some diapers"
"If you're worried about having more accidents, we could get you some diapers."
You immediately regret saying that. She bursts into tears and runs to the bathroom. A moment later, you hear the shower turn on.
"I'm sorry, Marcy!" you shout.
A moment later, you hear the door slam. You run to the bathroom and knock on the door.
"Marcy, open the door!"
"Just leave me alone for a while!"
You sigh and sit down on the floor. After a few minutes, the shower turns off. A moment later, the bathroom door opens.
"I'm sorry," you say.
"It's OK," she says, with her voice quiet and meek again. "I should have told you. I just get embarrassed. I'll try to hold it better, I promise."
"I'm going to get you some diapers. If you're really worried about it, then you can wear them. I don't mind."
"I'll... I'll think about it," she says. "Can we just watch TV for a bit? I just want to relax. After that, I'll make us some lunch. Does that sound good?
"Sure," you say.
You turn on the TV and flop down on the couch. A moment later, Marcy joins you and snuggles up to you. You wrap your arms around her and relax. This is perfect. You've been alone for so long, you never thought you'd have someone to share your life with. Sure, she needs your help right now, but that's no big deal. You can deal with it. You can't wait for the future, when she doesn't need you to help her anymore. You'll be married, and live happily ever after. You've always wanted a loving wife, and children. Now you'll have that. Just think, a few weeks ago you were alone. Now you have a girlfriend, and soon you'll have a family!
As Marcy cuddles up to you and the TV, you close your eyes and drift off into a blissful nap.
"I'm hungry," she says, waking you up several hours later. "Let's eat."

> You make some BLTs in the kitchen and eat them together.
"What's a BLT?" Marcy asks, as you start to make them.
"Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato. I have bread, bacon, and lettuce here. All we need is tomato."
"I like tomatoes," she says.
"I know you do," you say. "That's why I'm getting them."
You finish making the sandwiches and sit down to eat. Marcy cuddles up next to you and the two of you eat in silence. It's nice. Comfortable, even. After you're done, you take her hand in yours and stare into her eyes. She stares back, the glisten of tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.

> You say "What's wrong Marcy?"
"I'm just happy," she says, smiling.
She leans in and kisses you on the lips. The two of you continue making out for a while, until you're both hot and bothered.
"Do you want to...?" she asks, seductively.
"Uh huh," you say.
The two of you head into your bedroom and get undressed. You climb under the covers, with her in your arms. The two of you make love, gently and passionately. After, you lie in bed together, kissing and caressing each other. You don't want it to end, but after an hour or two, you finally get up and get dressed.
"I love you," you say, out of the blue.
"I love you too," she says, surprising herself. "I didn't think I could ever feel this way, but I really do."

> You say "The weather's getting better. Let's go into town"
"I think it's getting better," you say. "Do you want to go into town?"
"Yeah," she says. "I need to get some more clothes.

> You help Marcy get dressed.
You walk into the living room, where Marcy is sitting. She's looking a bit nervous, and is fidgeting with her hands.
"Hey, are you OK?" you ask.
"Yeah. I'm fine," she says.
You look into her eyes, and see pain. She's clearly lying, but you don't know why. Maybe it's a part of her amnesia. You walk up to her, and hug her.
"I'm here for you," you say.
She hugs you tightly, and the two of you sit there together for a few minutes. Then, she pulls out of the hug, with tears in her eyes.
"I'm OK now," she says. "Truly."
She smiles at you, and you kiss her on the cheek.
"Let's go into town," she says.
You grab your keys, and head outside with her. After locking the door, you both get into your truck and drive off towards town. The two of you don't say much during the ride.

> You however you notice Marcy is squirming in her seat uncomfortably.
Something is wrong. You can see it in her face, and you know it isn't part of her amnesia. Something is troubling her.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Nothing," she says.
"Don't give me that. You're clearly distressed about something."
Marcy sighs, and turns to face you. She seems to be debating whether she should tell you the truth.
"I'm... I'm fine now. Honest," she says.
You pull into the parking lot of the local grocery store, and turn off the car.
"Marcy, you're not fine," you say. "I can see it your face. Something is bothering you."
She stares out the window, not wanting to meet your gaze.

> You say "Do you have to use the bathroom?"
"Do you have to use the bathroom?" you ask.
She looks at you, with a very upset expression on her face.
"I... I really don't want to say," she says.
You stare at her for a few minutes, waiting for her to say something. Finally, she caves in.
"I really need to go," she says.
"Well, there's a grocery store here. We can go in and you can use their bathroom," you say.
You look over at her. She seems uncomfortable.
"Let's go," she says.
You and Marcy get out of the car, and head into the grocery store. You walk over to the bathroom, and see that there's no one in there.
"I'm sorry I dragged you all the way out here for this," Marcy says. "Thanks, I'll be quick."
She goes into a stall, and closes it.

> You go into the grocery store and buy some diapers.
You head over to the grocery section of the store, and look around. You spot some diapers in a corner of the store.

> You check them out at the register.
You look over at the register, and see a long line. You decide that it'd be better to pay for them at the self-checkout.
You walk over to the self-checkout, and pull out your phone.
"Diapers," you say.
The machine spits out a receipt, which you grab.

> You put them in a bag and then go rejoin Marcy.
You quickly put the bag of diapers in your cart, and head over to the bathroom. You knock on the door.
"I'm done," Marcy says.
A minute later, she opens the door.

> You say "Did you make it in time?"
"Did you make it in time?" you ask.
Marcy's face becomes very red, and she turns away from you.
"Yes," she says. "But let's just go."

> You say "Marcy, please tell me the truth"
"Marcy, please tell me the truth," you say.
Marcy turns to face you, her face red. She sighs, and turns away from you again.
"Fine," she says.
She unbuttons her pants, and steps out of them. She's not wearing any underwear, and you gasp.
"I'm not that kind of girl!" she says, angrily. "I just didn't want to piss my pants at Walmart, OK?"
"I believe you," you say.
"Let's just go."

> You say "Did you leak in your panties?"
"Did you leak in your panties?" you ask.
Marcy's face becomes very red, and she turns away from you.
"Yes," she says. "But let's just go."
"You're a big girl, you can handle it," you say. "Let's go."
You grab her by the hand, and drag her out of the bathroom. You walk over to the self-checkout, and scan the items. The machine spits out a receipt, which you grab.
"You need to be more careful," you say. "You're a big girl, you can handle it."
Marcy looks up at you with tears in her eyes, and hugs you.
"I was scared," she says.
"It's OK to be scared. It'll be OK," you say.
Marcy hugs you tightly, before looking up at you.

> You say "i got you some diapers. You don't have to use them, but i think they would help you"
"i got you some diapers. You don't have to use them, but i think they would help you," you say.
Marcy's eyes widen, and she shakes her head.
"I can't," she says. "I just can't."
"It's OK," you say. "If you change your mind, they're in the trunk of my car."
You take Marcy home. When you pull up to her house, she turns to face you.
"Thanks for everything," she says. "I had a really good time tonight."
"Just doing my best to help the hopeless," you say.
"I'm not hopeless," Marcy says.
She leans in and hugs you. You hug her back, before she gets out of the car and heads into her house.
A few days later, you get a text from Marcy.
"Hey," it reads. "Do you want to go see a movie tonight?"
A few minutes later, you get another one.
"It's OK if you can't. I understand."
You decide to reply.
"Which movie did you want to see?"
A few minutes later, you get a reply.
"I don't know. You pick."
You decide to text her back.
"Ok then, i'll pick. I'll pick you up at 6."
You get a reply a few minutes later.
"Thanks. I can't wait."
At 5:55, you leave your house to head over to Marcy's. You arrive at her house at 6 PM, and head up to her room. You find her sitting on her bed, with tears running down her face.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I... I don't want to go," she says. "I'm scared.

> You say "Scared that you'll have an accident?"
"Scared that you'll have an accident?" you ask.
Marcy nods her head.
"I really want to go, but..." she says.
You walk over to her and hug her tightly.

> You say "Marceline, i know you can hold it if you try. Don't worry, we're both big girls here"
"Marceline, i know you can hold it if you try. Don't worry, we're both big girls here," you say.
Marcy nods, and hugs you tightly.
"I trust you," she says.
You head out of her house and towards your car. You open the passenger door for her, and she gets in.

> You go to the movies together.
You and Marcy arrive at the movie theater, and head inside. You buy your tickets, head inside, and find that the movie has just started. You and Marcy find two seats in the middle of the theater, and sit down. You reach over and hold her hand. She smiles at you, but doesn't say anything, instead just focusing on the movie.

> You half way through the movie you notice Marcy is fidgeting in her seat and seems tense.
You look over at Marcy, and notice that she's fidgeting in her seat.
"You need to go," you say.
"I can't hold it," Marcy says.
"It's OK, just go," you say.
Marcy nods, quickly standing up and running out of the theater. You sigh, and wait for her to return. After a few minutes, you start to get impatient. You head out of the theater, and look around for Marcy. You see her over at the drink machine, down the hall from the bathrooms. You walk over to her, and put your hand on her shoulder. She jumps when you touch her, quickly turning around.
"You scared me," she says.
"It's just me," you say. "Come on, let's go get some seats."
Marcy nods, and the two of you walk back into the theater.

> You notice while walking that there's a wet spot on her crotch.
As you and Marcy walk back into the theater, you notice a dark patch on the front of her jeans. You smile, knowing that Marcy had an accident in her pants.
"You OK?" you ask.
"I'm fine," she says, smiling back at you.
You and Marcy quickly walk to your seats, and the two of you sit down.
"That was close," Marcy says quietly.
"What happened?" you ask.
"I almost wet myself," Marcy says.
"Did you have an accident?"
Marcy nods, looking down.
"I couldn't hold it. It just came out."
You look at her, shocked.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I know I should've told you."
"It's OK," you say. "Do you need to go change?"
Marcy shakes her head.
"It's OK. I peed my pants before, I can do it again."
You smile, and hold her hand.
"Come on, let's watch the movie," you say.
Marcy nods, smiling as you hold her hand. The two of you continue to watch the movie, but your mind is elsewhere.

> You say "Have you had any other accidents since we spent the night?"
"Have you had any other accidents since we spent the night?" you ask.
"I've had a few close calls," she says.
You look at her, waiting for her to elaborate.
"I had one when I was at home by myself, and then another when I was out with Olivia. That's why I spent the night with her on Monday."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" you ask.
"It's embarrassing," Marcy says.
"But we tell each other everything."
"I know," she says. "It's just, hard to explain. I feel ashamed about it."
"Don't be. It's nothing to be ashamed of," you say.
"You're right. I'm sorry for keeping it from you."
The two of you hold hands as you watch the movie.

> You say "Have you thought about the diapers i got?"
"Have you thought about the diapers I got?" you ask.
Marcy looks down, and nods slowly.
"I've thought about them," she says. "I don't know if I'm ready for them yet, though."

> You say "I think you should honey. Do it for me?"
"I think you should honey. Do it for me?" you ask.
"Do I have to?" she asks.
You nod eagerly, and she sighs.
"OK," she says. "I'll try them on. Are you happy now?"
"Very," you say, smiling.
Marcy rolls her eyes, smiling.
"I'll try one on as soon as we get home," she says.
"Do you want to go now?" you ask.
"No, I'm enjoying this," she says, looking at the screen. "You'll have to wait a little longer."
"OK," you say, smiling.
You hold her hand as the movie continues. After another half hour or so, Marcy lets go of your hand and stands up.
"I'll be back in a minute," she says.
You watch as she walks out of the theater, heading to the bathroom. A minute later, you follow her out of the theater. You walk down the hall, looking at the various posters for upcoming movies. After a few minutes, you reach the bathroom, and find that it's occupied. With a sigh, you wait outside, patiently waiting for Marcy to finish up.
Suddenly, a thought comes to you. The movie is nearly over. If Marcy's in the bathroom, she won't be able to see the ending. A sly grin comes across your face as you walk towards the theater. Walking down the aisle, you find that someone has left a big, empty cup of soda on one of the seats. The armrests are up, meaning it's too big for just one person to sit there. The cup is heavy and made of cardboard, perfect for what you have in mind. You grab it and slide into the seat, placing the cup upside down in the center of the armrests. You wait patiently, listening as the sounds of footsteps get louder and louder. Your heart is beating fast as Marcy walks in.
"Hey, you're in my..." Marcy begins to say, before looking down at the seat next to her. You pull down hard on the cup, flipping it into the air and onto the seat. Marcy watches as it falls off the seat, landing in her lap. The cup is so full that not one drop spills out.
"Oh, I'm sorry," you say. "I didn't realize someone was sitting there. Mind if I sit..."
You don't get to finish your sentence. Marcy stares at you, her mouth open in shock. She looks down at her soaked lap, and her face goes beat red.
"You... you..." she says.
You stand up quickly, grabbing the armrest and pulling it back. Marcy watches you in shock as you quickly spin her around, lifting her up and onto the seat you were originally going to sit in.
"Sit here," you say. "I'll go get some paper towels."
You hurry off before she can say anything, heading to the restroom. You quickly grab a handful of paper towels and run back to the auditorium. You walk back, looking around.
"Marcy?" you ask.
You don't see her, and begin to wonder if she went back to the movie. You reach the auditorium, looking around for her. You don't see her, and begin to panic. Did she leave because you spilled the drink on her? Did you ruin your chances with her?
"Marcy?" you ask again, this time louder.
Suddenly, you hear a quiet moan. You turn around, and find Marcy lying on the ground.
"Marcy!" you say.
You run towards her, dropping down and feeling for a pulse. You breathe a sigh of relief as you find one. She's just unconscious. You don't know how long she's been lying there, or who put her there, but you do know one thing.
You have to get her out of here.

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Tip: use the memory feature!  The AI willl sometimes figure out how to work it into a story (though it also needs a bit of prodding once in a while).  It's a real treat to just be writing a story about going for a walk with a friend and them saying they have to go.

Example (bold is mine):

It was a warm summer day and Emily and Amy were making the most of it. They'd been roommates ever since they started college: both studying chemistry, both huge fans of Harry Potter, they were inseparable within weeks of term starting. That day, the two were walking through the forest and talking about the books they were reading.

"I started a new fantasy series last night, The Dragonrider of Perm" said Amy. "It was super interesting! I'm going to make you read it, you know!"

Emily smiled at her friend's enthusiasm. "You know I love you, right?" she asked with a smile.

Amy gave a small laugh before replying in kind. "Yes, yes you do!"

They continued to walk and talk until they reached a clearing where there was a large grassy area surrounded by trees. The pair sat down on some nearby rocks and began eating their food. It wasn't long before Emily had finished her meal and was sitting next to Amy who was now looking over at her with an expression of contentment.

Emily shifted around on the rock before stretching her legs out in front of her. She groaned as she felt a warm pressure build between her legs.

"I gotta pee." She admitted.

"Me too!" said Amy, also stretching. "Let's go behind that tree and wee together, like we used to! It'll be fun!"

The pair got up and ran behind the nearest tree, both of them squatting down and tinkling loudly.

 

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22 hours ago, Ranpalan said:

Tip: use the memory feature!  The AI willl sometimes figure out how to work it into a story (though it also needs a bit of prodding once in a while).  It's a real treat to just be writing a story about going for a walk with a friend and them saying they have to go.

Example (bold is mine):

It was a warm summer day and Emily and Amy were making the most of it. They'd been roommates ever since they started college: both studying chemistry, both huge fans of Harry Potter, they were inseparable within weeks of term starting. That day, the two were walking through the forest and talking about the books they were reading.

"I started a new fantasy series last night, The Dragonrider of Perm" said Amy. "It was super interesting! I'm going to make you read it, you know!"

Emily smiled at her friend's enthusiasm. "You know I love you, right?" she asked with a smile.

Amy gave a small laugh before replying in kind. "Yes, yes you do!"

They continued to walk and talk until they reached a clearing where there was a large grassy area surrounded by trees. The pair sat down on some nearby rocks and began eating their food. It wasn't long before Emily had finished her meal and was sitting next to Amy who was now looking over at her with an expression of contentment.

Emily shifted around on the rock before stretching her legs out in front of her. She groaned as she felt a warm pressure build between her legs.

"I gotta pee." She admitted.

"Me too!" said Amy, also stretching. "Let's go behind that tree and wee together, like we used to! It'll be fun!"

The pair got up and ran behind the nearest tree, both of them squatting down and tinkling loudly.

 

What did you put in the memory section to get this result?

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I'm actually not 100% sure anymore, sorry.  Something like "Both Amy and Emily drank a lot of tea earlier and Emily always had a rather weak bladder".  I'll try to get another one today if I have time.  Earlier, I noticed that adding something like "Many girls had to pee during the exam." to an exam story would work quite well.

Update: actually, I'm having trouble getting good stories out of it now.  It's almost as if it's back to the Griffon model.  Weird...

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