Pearbonddude

Foreword: (skip to ‘Box’ if you are reading one-handed) This is another of my experiments with Chat GPT, now affectionately known as Box, as in ‘Smut Box’. Same deal as the first two stories, except this one was definitely trickier to write as it got more heated. The beginning was super easy now that I knew how to talk to the Box, but it seemed like as things get more difficult for Chance, they got more difficult for me. See if you can guess what the big problem was by the time we get to my afterword. Also, if it’s not clear in the story, Chance is not Disa’s son. I know, odd thing to say, but I realized later that possessively referring to a submissive lover as ‘boy’ has a certain connotation. And if you would prefer that he’s her son, then get your own Box. Yuck. Me, the writer: Write a scene where Chance and Disa are out shopping, and Chance is in an elaborate, sexy, effeminate French maid outfit. And they have a bet they if Chance ever gets excited enough to beg Disa to take him

Foreword: (skip to ‘ChatGPT’ if you are reading one-handed) This started as an experiment with ChatGPT, a faster way to my own naughty fantasy smutty wants. I’d written these characters for myself (Ask me about their origin sometime, they’re both several hundred years old!), and wanted to see if I could get ‘inspired’ without all that darned typing. But, as I played with the bot, getting bolder, I realized, 'holy cow, these circuits know a thing or two!', and started seeing how far I could take it. Then again, then again. This is the first and second of the 'agains', and I'll post the others. But, I want to get something out of the way first; the lion's share of this prose is machine-written, just as much as any digital painting is machine-painted, and as much as any CAD part is machine-designed. But the vision is mine, the characters are mine, the scenarios, kinks, direction and some of the actual prose is mine. And, I went through and edited some of the dialog, corrected grammar and