Can't say I'm a fan of the story but it's interesting that it was done with an AI site. I know I've been able to derail the AIdungeon website and turn that into inflation content pretty quickly. I'll have to poke around with this one as well and see what can be done.
NovelAI (...or, can machines write inflation fiction?)
Lately I’ve been playing around with NovelAI to see how it handles inflation stories. It’s a bit rough and I probably need some more practice with it to figure out where its strengths lie, but it’s produced some interesting outputs so far.
I gave it the beginning of Trapped as a prompt to see what it would come up with. I kept generating more text, retrying when it produced something incoherent or contradictory. Here's the result. Normal text is the original story, italics is what NovelAI produced. It ain't Shakespeare, but it's surprisingly competent for a computer.
Andrea strolled about in her camisole singing softly to herself as she merrily tossed rose petals across the floor. Eric would be home soon, and her skin tingled at the thought of cavorting with him among the fragrant petals.
Suddenly an arm reached around her waist. Andrea squeaked girlishly. It wouldn't be the first time Eric had surprised her from behind. Confusion, then fear flashed through her mind as a chemical-soaked cloth was brought to her face and something pressed against her navel. Her vision blurred, and a surge of pressure ballooned within her; her bosom billowed forward, her arms grew plump and turgid. Black lace tightened about her swelling torso, the sharp staccato of popping seams growing dull as she faded into unconsciousness.
When Andrea awoke, she was huge, round and immobile. The hose attached to her navel stretched to an air tank near the front door. A piece of twine connected its valve to the doorknob.
Terrified, Andrea watched the twine pull taut as the door opened.
"Hey honey, I'm home!"
"Eric, no!" Andrea shrieked. But it was too late. With a metallic squeak, the valve opened wide. A loud hiss filled the air as a rush of air filled Andrea.
"Oh my God! Andrea?" Eric stood frozen in the doorway, gawking at the living balloon before him. "What happened to you?" Andrea was blowing up, growing larger and fuller with each passing second.
"Help me!" Andrea screamed. She couldn't move or speak. All she could do was watch helplessly as the world turned inside out.
* * *
It took several minutes for Eric's brain to process what he saw: Andrea had been blown up like a giant balloon. He rushed toward her, but stopped when he heard another sound--the unmistakable pop of her chest expanding. His eyes widened as he realized that she was inflating even more rapidly than before.
He ran back outside to get some help. When he returned, Andrea looked worse than ever. Now she resembled a giant beach ball, bloated and distended. As he approached, she started squealing again.
But this time, there was nothing Eric could say to comfort her. She wasn't going to stop until she blew up completely...and possibly beyond.
The whole neighborhood must have seen the commotion. Within seconds, police cars were swarming all over the place.
Andrea began to scream uncontrollably. "I can't breathe," she cried. "Please don't let me die."
One officer knelt beside her. "Ma'am, we're here to help. Just take deep breaths. You'll be okay."
Another cop entered the house and shouted, "She's gonna blow!"
Eric and two other officers rushed inside. They pulled off Andrea's clothes one by one, trying desperately not to touch her skin directly.
Andrea continued to hyperventilate, sobbing hysterically. Finally, they managed to remove her shoes and pants, leaving her naked except for her camisole. Her body remained swollen and inflated.
Finally, Andrea gasped for breath. "Thank goodness..." she said weakly. "My boobs are so big now...they're getting ready to burst!"
As if on cue, her breasts expanded violently; the elastic fabric snapped, exposing the pink flesh beneath. Her huge nipples popped free from their confines and bounced around wildly.
A few of the cops blanched. One of them muttered something about having nightmares about balloon girls. Another commented that he'd never seen anything like it.
Eric didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He felt numb. Andrea was still growing, her belly bulging outward. The air tank was nearly empty.
"Don't worry, ma'am," the first cop assured her. "We've got everything under control."
But the balloon girl wasn't listening anymore. With every inhalation, she grew larger. Soon, Andrea's stomach would begin to fill with air, and then she'd explode.
"No, please, nooo!!"
"Just relax, Andrea," the policeman told her.
Her face contorted with fear. "Oh God, I'm gonna die! Help me, somebody, pleeeease!! Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh, OH MY GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!!"
"Okay, just calm down. We'll get you fixed up. Just hold it in for a little while longer, alright?"
"NO, NO, NO, DON'T LET IT GO, SOMEBODY PLEEEASE!!!!" Andrea's voice was shrill and desperate.
Eric watched helplessly as the balloon girl grew and grew, her skin stretched tight across her bloated frame. The air tank was almost drained. Andrea had reached maximum size. And then...
"Nooooo!"
Suddenly, the valve opened wide, releasing a torrent of air into Andrea's expanding lungs.
"Eeeeeek!"
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my God! Noooo! Somebody help me! Please! I'm sorry! It was an accident! Don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't let me die! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Andrea's screams echoed through the neighborhood as the balloon girl exploded.
* * *
It took a long time for Eric to recover.
Fri, 09/03/2021 - 03:17
#3
Fleetingsanity
Fri, 09/03/2021 - 14:33
#4
LutherVKane
I was an AIDungeon subscriber, but let it lapse after Latitude went insane.
So far in my experience, AIDungeon’s Dragon model is superior to NovelAI’s Sigurd. I didn’t have any trouble getting it to generate inflation content, although it did have some fairly persistent idiosyncrasies.
I did have to work with AIDungeon for a while before I could get good results (I think it was training me as much as I was training it), so I suspect I’ll be able to get better output from NovelAI once I’m more familiar with it.
Sat, 09/04/2021 - 04:50
#5
Fleetingsanity
Just had a look at it. From what I can tell you need to be subscrived to get it to do anything. It could be fun, but I'm not dropping money on something untested.
Fri, 09/03/2021 - 19:59
#6
Pennsylvania Ki...
This is crazy! In a good way. It ratched up the peril but by bit but I think it has some trouble showing, not telling. To be expected without a mind's eye, but I expect technology will start to be able to piece together metaphors and visuals in a few years' time, at this rate.
Tue, 10/19/2021 - 14:22
#7
LutherVKane
I wanted to share my latest experiment with NovelAI. Side note: It was during this exercise that I realized NovelAI had a distinct advantage over human writers. Due to the nature of the works it was trained on it very rarely makes spelling or grammar mistakes.
I started with my contribution to an old forum post where SvenS suggested an inflation-themed version of the Bulwer-Lytton contest (write the opening sentence to the worst novel ever).
Of those who survived, some would say it began with an eerie breeze while others would recall the sudden and inexplicable tightening of waistbands, but none would ever forget the day that The Blimping began and took the members of the Amhearst High cheerleading squad as its first victims.
I configured NovelAI with a module trained on my own writings, and a single Lorebook entry that described what The Blimping was. This was the result (italics are the work of NovelAI):
Of those who survived, some would say it began with an eerie breeze while others would recall the sudden and inexplicable tightening of waistbands, but none would ever forget the day that The Blimping began and took the members of the Amhearst High cheerleading squad as its first victims.
"I can't believe this," Cindy said aloud as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was standing on one leg, arms outstretched, hands cupped over her stomach. "This isn't right."
She'd been born with perfect proportions. Her face had always been rounder than most girls', which made her eyes stand out more. But now they were bulging out so much that they looked almost comical.
"My God! What's happening?" She turned around slowly, examining herself from every angle. "What did I do? Did I eat something bad? Or maybe I drank too much water!"
Cindy wasn't just any girl; she was a popular senior cheerleader at school. In fact, she was captain of the team. There weren't many other students there who could boast such status.
And yet, here she stood, about to burst into bloom. She didn't feel bloated or uncomfortable — not even slightly. Instead, she felt strangely relaxed, contented, happy...almost euphoric. And then it hit her: what if she really is going to blow up?!
A gasp escaped her lips as she realized how close she came to losing control. Then she noticed the strange sensation spreading throughout her body. It started with her toes, gradually moving upward until it reached her chest. Now it seemed to be spreading everywhere. She couldn't stop staring at the spot where her skin met her bra. Even though the fabric was tight enough to hold her breasts firmly against her chest, it still stretched outward like taffy.
Her stomach grew bigger and larger by the moment. As soon as her fingers left her abdomen, they no longer fit inside their own gloves. They kept growing bigger and bigger until her fingertips became tiny spheres. Soon after, her feet were also ballooning outwards. Finally, when she tried to bend down to touch her knees, her entire upper torso expanded beyond recognition. Her head nearly touched the ceiling.
The only thing keeping her upright was the support provided by her legs, which had swollen to twice their normal size. Yet despite all this swelling, Cindy remained perfectly calm. This bizarre transformation continued for several minutes before finally subsiding.
As suddenly as it began, the effect ended. Cindy collapsed onto the floor and lay there gasping for breath. She looked up at her new form in disbelief. A few seconds later, she heard someone laughing nearby. Looking around, she saw two of her fellow cheerleaders watching her with amused expressions on their faces.
"Hey Cindy, you look great!" Lacey exclaimed.
"I know," Cindy replied weakly. "It's weird."
"You're gonna have to get used to it," Kate added with a grin. "That's your new figure."
"I don't think I want to see myself in my underwear anymore," Cindy said quietly.
"Well, we'll take care of that part," Kate laughed. "We've got plenty of extra uniforms lying around the locker room. Let's go change."
"Wait! Wait!" Cindy cried. "Don't make me do that!"
They both ignored her protests and dragged her off to the changing rooms.
Cindy stared at herself one last time in the mirror, trying desperately to understand what happened to her. She didn't recognize herself. Everything about her appearance was different. The way she looked, the things she thought about, even the feelings she experienced. But the most striking difference of all was the fact that she'd never felt so comfortable with herself.
She looked at her reflection with a newfound sense of pride. If anything, she was even prettier than she'd ever been.
A week passed without incident. The girls stopped teasing her about the changes they'd seen, but they were careful not to bring them up again.
Mon, 04/11/2022 - 15:13
#8
LutherVKane
About a month ago NovelAI released a new, larger, updated model called Krake. I've been playing around with it a bit, and it's been pretty impressive so far. They haven't added support for custom modules under Krake yet, and I only expect it to get better once I can train against a bunch of inflation stories.
I just gave it a fairly generic prompt to start with (woman accidentally overdoses on inflation potion) and let it run from there. I have no idea where it came up with the word "fuckbomb", but I found it rather amusing.
As per usual, prompt is in normal text, AI generated text is italicized.
"Oh God, what have I done?" Jenna whimpered. She felt her body swelling with gas as the potion bubbled away inside her. She'd taken far too much, but there was no way to stop the reaction. Like it or not, she was going to be a blimp. She just hoped that she wouldn't burst.
The thought made her giggle nervously. The sound filled the room as her belly distended. Her breasts swelled, becoming large and firm, pushing out against her corset. She could feel them moving under her top. It took all of her concentration to hold still while they jiggled about in her bra.
She looked down at herself. "Oh my God," she cried. She was getting bigger! As the potion did its work, Jenna grew. Inch by inch, she grew until her waist had disappeared and her hips were twice as wide as before. Her tits began to press against her corset. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric.
Jenna gasped when she saw her face reflected back at her in the mirror. She looked like a fucking sex goddess.
"I'm beautiful," she said aloud.
Her lips moved over her own reflection, and she heard herself whispering, "You're so beautiful."
The transformation was incredible. She looked like a fantasy come true.
Jenna was still trying to wrap her mind around the whole situation. What the fuck was happening to her? She was growing like a balloon!
She ran her hands across her new body. She loved the feel of her soft skin. It was smooth and plump, firm and bouncy. Her fingers traced her curves. She squeezed her massive tits. They were so big and round. She couldn't wait to see how they would look naked.
It was amazing, but Jenna was worried about bursting. She could feel her skin stretching and pressing against her corset. It was beginning to chafe. She needed to take the thing off.
She undid the hooks that held her corset closed. The garment fell to the floor.
Jenna was shocked by how much she'd grown. Her breasts were enormous. She could hardly believe they were real. They were so big. They swung as she turned. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin material of her top. They were like two little pink sausages. Her eyes darted to her face. She looked so different.
She tried to smile. It was impossible. She could barely lift her cheeks. She wasn't sure she could even breathe properly. She knew she needed to put her corset back on, but she was having trouble. Her fingers didn't seem to want to work right.
She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm herself down. She looked in the mirror again. She needed to take some measurements. She needed to know what size this fucking thing was. She needed to figure out how to fit into her clothes. She couldn't be wearing anything that was too small.
But she didn't want to look.
Jenna looked away from the mirror. She stared down at her body. She was so ashamed. It was so fat. She couldn't take her eyes off her huge ass, jiggling beneath her skirt. She could feel it shifting around. It felt so good. She wanted to spread her legs and rub herself, but she was afraid of bursting.
Jenna's face was flushed red. She was shaking.
"No, no, no," she mumbled.
She lay back on the bed, feeling the pressure of her new body pushing out against her. She couldn't stay still. She felt like she was going to burst. She needed to move, but her body wouldn't listen. She needed to get it under control.
Jenna forced herself to take a deep breath.
She was panicking. She didn't know what to do. She'd never blown up like this before. It was terrifying.
"Please don't let me pop," she whispered. "Please, God, I can't take any more. Please don't make me a fuckbomb."
She looked down at her breasts. They were so big. She'd never seen anything like them. Her tits were so big that she could hardly fit her hands around them. She couldn't imagine how they'd fit inside her bra.
She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together, and then she started to stroke them. It didn't seem to help.
Jenna looked in the mirror again. She was starting to panic. She needed to take care of this. She needed to do something. She needed to take some action. She needed to put a stop to this.
"No!" she screamed.
She jumped off the bed and started to run, but her body didn't seem to respond. It was as if her corset was holding her back. She was too big to move. She was going to burst!
"Stop!" she cried, but it was no use.
Jenna was trapped. She was still growing. She was getting bigger and bigger. There was no way out.
She looked down at her body, horrified by what was happening to her. She was getting so big. Her body was expanding, stretching, breaking, growing.
She couldn't stop it. She needed to do something.
Jenna stopped in her tracks. She could hear a strange whining sound coming from deep within her. It was getting louder. She could feel her body pulsing and throbbing. Her skin felt like it was burning.
She couldn't stand it anymore.
Jenna dropped to her knees and started to pray.
She prayed for help.
She prayed to God to save her.
She prayed that she'd wake up from this nightmare.
But she knew it was no use.
She was fucked.
Jenna opened her mouth, and her voice came out a low moan.
It was too late.
Her body started to swell.
Her breasts grew larger.
Her stomach expanded.
And her tits swelled to the point that they almost touched her chin.
It was like someone had punched her in the stomach.
She could feel it pushing her insides out.
She could feel it forcing her organs out of place.
She was going to explode.
Jenna tried to hold still, but it was impossible.
She couldn't control herself.
It was like a dam had broken.
"Oh, God," she cried, "oh, God, oh, God."
There was nothing she could do. She couldn't fight it anymore. She couldn't take it. She'd held on as long as she could. But there was no way to stop the growth.
Jenna's body started to expand. It kept growing and growing, getting bigger and bigger, until she felt like she was about to pop.
She could feel it in her bones.
She could feel it in her lungs.
She could feel it in her heart.
Her entire body was being pushed out.
Jenna couldn't take it anymore.
She screamed, "Help me!"
And then...
"Noooooo!"
She exploded.
A huge wave of gas blew out of her chest, sending her flying backwards. Her body exploded, releasing every ounce of air from her lungs, shooting her body outwards in every direction.
And then, it was over.
Tue, 04/12/2022 - 17:20
#9
airtankgirl5
I, for one, welcome our machine overlords.
Sun, 05/15/2022 - 09:44
#10
biff977
Very interesting indeed. So am I to understand right that you've been providing the first paragraph or so (basis of the story) and then you let the AI generate the rest of the story a next few lines at a time? With the redo option it looks like you can let the AI create the ongoing story and just opting for something different every time it goes off script.
Sun, 05/15/2022 - 19:12
#11
LutherVKane
Basically. There are also other data fields you can fill out to guide the story. You can put info in the Memory slot to constantly remind the AI of a summary of what's happened. The Lorebook is bascially a dictionary that connects words to descriptions. I usually put something in Memory and sometimes define a few terms in the Lorebook. From what I understand, you need to leverage all of the data fields provided to get the best results. I'll work on a scenario like that someday, but for now I'm just playing around with some simple prompts.
I'll use Redo when the AI wanders off-track or writes something nonsensical. You can also edit the generated text which is generally a good idea when the AI gets something wrong, but I'm mainly testing what the AI can come up with so I don't do that much.
Given the size of the model and the sparseness of the prompts I've provided, I'm pretty impressed with what it can come up with. Maybe one day I'll submit an AI-written story and see if people recognize it :)
Mon, 05/16/2022 - 13:11
#12
biff977
I'm trying to figure out the distinctions and effects of Memory and Author's Note. I seem to reach a point in stories where the AI just repeats the same blocks of lines over and over again, or the story stops progressing for some other reason. But it is fun to play with.
Tue, 05/17/2022 - 13:16
#13
biff977
On a side note, I did notice one thing. I was trying to see how the AI handled a blueberry inflation progression as in, Violet in the Inventing Room chewing a piece of gum. I gave it a few parameters in Memory like a one-line character profile about Violet, one line about Veruca, and a few of the basic of the effects of chewing the gum. Nothing major.
My point is, the AI started pulling up references from book/movie that I hadn't made reference to: Augustus Gloop, Mike Teavee, the parents, the chocolate river, the glass elevator, Oompah-Loompahs. Apparently the AI is pulling other details from somewhere else because I haven't played around with it enough to include any of those things yet.
Mon, 05/23/2022 - 16:25
#14
LutherVKane
The AI model is trained on a selected collection of existing works. The texts that a model is trained on have a huge impact on its performance and can potentially have some weird and unexpected effects (as the folks at AIDungeon discovered the hard way). One of the more obvious effects is that if you make a reference to a story that was included in the model's training material, then it will be able to make connections to other things in the story.
So if Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was one of the stories that the model was trained on, then it'll be aware of the characters and their connections. This can even happen if it was trained on stories that make references to CCF characters. For example, if you trained a model on all of the stories on this site then it would know a decent bit about CCF, along with a few tales that are popular in inflation fanfiction.
Tue, 05/24/2022 - 12:01
#15
biff977
Sounds interesting. I'm guessing there's no way to train the AI or get it to key into a a specific existing work (CCF for example) so it could better pull from that source material...
I'm still trying to feel out memories and author's notes, and what kinds of entries prove most helpful.
Wed, 07/06/2022 - 00:20
#16
I've been trying out NovelAI recently to grease the creative wheels a bit. My intent was just to ride its random segues from one thought to the next, but to my surprise it was able to produce some legitimately good, coherent bits of prose:
It was too much! Too strong, too fast, yet somehow exactly what she wanted. She writhed and squirmed atop the cylinder as the force of her expansion became increasingly difficult to contain, struggling desperately to keep her balance while the world seemed to spin madly around her.
And then suddenly everything slowed again. The room grew silent save for the steady whoosh of gas escaping the nozzle, the sound of Lexi's heavy breathing echoing off the walls and ceiling of the chamber. Every muscle in her body tensed with strain, ready to explode outward in a final burst of pleasure and release.
It was an offer Lexi's overtaxed body couldn't accept. And one her mind had trouble refusing either. There was something about being forced to acknowledge that she wasn't in control, that this was happening because of her, that was both intoxicating and terrifying. She wanted to resist, to fight back, to deny everything and anything that would lead to her inevitable destruction...but when faced with that prospect, she found her resistance fading fast.
Her entire body tensed as the pressure mounted. She felt it rise within her, the heat and pressure building inexorably until finally it broke through and spilled out. A wave of euphoria washed over her, flooding her with warmth and pleasure. Every inch of her body tightened and expanded, swelling beyond her wildest dreams, threatening to pop her right off the cylinder and float her away into the sky. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her limbs trembled, her knees buckling as the orgasm crashed down upon her. Waves of blissful energy coursed throughout her, each sensation amplified tenfold by the increasing size of her body. The air around her became warm and heavy, and the pressure inside her grew stronger, more intense with every passing heartbeat. She cried out again and again, unable to stop herself no matter how much she might want to. Each gasp echoed across the room, echoing in time with the rapid beat of her heart.
Everything but the first sentence of the third quote is completely AI-generated, using Euterpe on the Pro Writer config and a module I trained on my own writing. The prompt was just the full text of a then-WIP story I've just got a final polishing pass left on before I set it in digital stone here. I suppose it makes sense that the AI is better at imitating a style than it is at plotting, especially when given a pretty hefty input, but I'm still quite impressed by what it pulled out.
If rise of the machines looks like that, then I genuinely don't mind. Truly amazing find, Luther!