65sinking's AI creations in Perchance

[cerberus]

Oh I hope I didn't come across as being negative at all, it's just that at the moment, the initial excitement of playing with a shiny new toy has worn off. I have a rather obsessive personality, and at the start, I was spending hours every day, even forgoing sleep at times, generating all sorts of images on Perchance. I've moved past that phase, and I'm taking things one step further by curating, and letting the images stimulate my creativity. Like what Jinn and Viridian have said, quality over quantity.

I understand, I think most of us overdo things at the start with this sort of stuff. Then things settle down and, out of necessity, we start to work in a different way. The problem with SD is that the selection of shiny new toys seems endless!

Anyway, I'm enjoying your posts, I like the open ended approach, I tend to do that myself on the few I've done.

[MadMax359]

i love the story and image of Collateral Damage
and that you've left it open ended, so we get to imagine the ending

Thanks! Yes, I've actually always preferred to have the damsel ultimately escape the quicksand, even if she comes perilously close to a grim ending. At the same time, however, I'm wired in such a way that to me, a quicksand scene isn't complete without her going under, or at least gets close to that fate. So leaving it open-ended lets the reader decide what sort of ending they want.

But honestly, Word of God (i.e. me) always has them escaping in the end. Although it's always so that they can sink again in future...

exactly how i feel... but i know there are some Grim Ending fans here too

[65sinking]

Took a bit of a break, now I'm back with another set of images and short tales:

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Kidnapped

"No! Please, you don't have to do this!"

She pleaded helplessly as she sank deeper into the thick dark brown ooze. The men staring down at her from the edge of the pit were unmoved. She wriggled, trying to slip out of the ropes that kept her hands tied behind her back, but her struggles only served to hasten her descent.

As the daughter of one of the most powerful criminal families in the city, she knew there were people who would try to target her. She kept a low profile, and busied herself with helping to manage the family's legitimate businesses. She thought that as long as she didn't get too involved with her family's other dealings, they wouldn't really bother her. But a moment of carelessness one evening led to her answering the door instead of leaving it to one of her bodyguards. Before she could defend herself, a couple of unknown men had grabbed her and bundled her into a van, which promptly drove off into the night.

An attempt to collect a hefty ransom the next evening had gone terribly wrong when extended members of her family had shown up, and her captors panicked. They had fled the scene after a brief shootout that ended with several of their own members dead or gravely wounded. Now they were furious. She was driven to a construction site, forced to walk to the edge of a deep pit, and then one of the men pushed her in.

She had tried to crawl and climb out of the pit, only to keep sliding back in. And the harder she fought, the more she stirred up the earth, turning it into a soft slurry that then slowly began to swallow her up.

Several agonising minutes later, she whimpered as she felt the cold mud reach the bottom of her breasts, and trembled as the moisture seeped through her satin nightgown. Meanwhile, several of her kidnappers were recording her as she sank.

"Help! Somebody help me!" She hoped that somebody else would hear her, even though deep down, she knew that it was a futile effort. It would not be long before she was completely swallowed up by the quicksand.

Suddenly, she heard sirens in the background. The men began shouting at each other, and scattered. She could hear the sirens draw closer, then go silent as several vehicles came to a stop, followed by more shouting as more people showed up.

She screamed for rescue once more, desperately hoping that someone would hear her pleas above the cacophony before it was too late.

[65sinking]

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Wannabe

Ever since she was a child, she had always admired people who pursued careers dedicated to saving others. Firefighters, paramedics, lifeguards... after dabbling in a variety of career paths, she realised that this was her own calling in life as well.

Her current job paid well, but after years of staring at spreadsheets, she had found herself feeling frustrated and questioning her purpose in life. So when she had a chance to apply to be a lifeguard, she leapt at the opportunity. The next tryout was coming up, and she was doing all she could to ensure that she was fit enough to make the cut. That meant increasing her workout frequency and intensity, and building up her strength and stamina.

She even bought a red one-piece swimsuit that accentuated her curves. Not what the actual lifeguards wore, but she liked to think that she would fit right in on the set of Baywatch.

After getting comfortable with doing laps in the pool, and running in the park, she decided to take it to the next level. She had gone to the beach, and had planned to start things off with a run along the coastal trail, followed by a swim in the ocean. But a wrong turn had led her off the trail, into a secluded area. As she tried to make her way back, she slipped, and first one leg, then another, vanished as she plunged right in to her thighs in an expanse of soft, sticky, gooey mud.

Her struggles had done nothing but cause her to sink even faster, and it was not long before she was nearly up to her chest in the thick, oozing mire. She had tried to use her hands to pull her legs out, but only made things worse, as the mud eagerly swallowed up her arms.

After yelling and screaming for some time, she felt a surge of hope when a young man actually heard her cries for help, and approached. Alas, he was too far away from the edge of the mudflat, and he had no choice but to leave her and get help. Several minutes had passed, and now she was left feeling weak, alone, and helpless, as the quicksand continued to devour more of her body.

Would she be rescued in time?

[65sinking]

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Watching

She had been enjoying her first sink of the year, and was in the midst of pleasuring herself, when she found out that she was not alone. Surprise and embarrassment quickly gave way to excitement though, as she realised just how much she enjoyed the idea of having someone watching her as she sank.

"I see you've been enjoying yourself while spying on me," She purred seductively. This could be fun. "Care to join me in the quicksand?"

"Or would you like to continue to touch yourself as I go all the way... under?"

"Well, what's your choice?"

[65sinking]

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Photoshoot

"Hey, you sure you'll be able to pull me out if I get even deeper? I still can't feel the bottom."

She was starting to feel a little scared, as she continued to sink in the quivering mud. She hoped her photographer knew what he was doing. She regretted following his instructions to lower her arms; now she was truly stuck, and any slightest attempt to free her arms only made her sink a little faster.

Do it for the paycheck, she told herself, as the mud began to ooze up towards her chest. How much longer was this going to take?

[65sinking]

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Another One Down

She was the next one to be pushed off the edge. She fell, and landed not far from her struggling colleague, who was now up to her chest in the mud.

They hadn't exactly been close friends, but they instinctively tried to reach out for one another, only to be held firmly in place by the thick, oozing mire. She too made the mistake of trying to push down on the surface of the mudflat, and ended up with her arms trapped as well.

She could only look on helplessly, as the first dancer sank even deeper to her shoulders, while she herself gasped in horror as the thick clay began to swallow up her waist. She tried her best to keep calm and refrain from struggling any further, but while her descent slowed a little, she was still steadily sinking.

If help didn't arrive soon enough, it would not be long before the quicksand claimed her co-worker, then her as well. She wanted to cry for help, but knew that it was a futile effort; there was nobody else around to hear her.

Up on the boardwalk, another dancer was just about to be pushed off...

This one's a continuation of Eyewitness. Thinking that maybe another one or two more dancers are going to get featured too...

[65sinking]

It's been half a year since I've posted anything here. A combination of personal matters, other commitments and hobbies, and a busy work schedule have all meant that I've had much less time to sit down and write my little short stories. The vignettes still pop up in my head from time to time, and I've got a few drafts, but it's been challenging to write coherent tales without making some of the details sound repetitive.

I've been generating some new images, but I've also been going through my older folders and reviewing a lot of the images I generated and saved in late 2023.

There are some stories inspired by some of the images I've posted earlier that I plan to continue or conclude, but in the meantime, here's something I just wrote:

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The Return

"Oh... I've forgotten how good this feels..."

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she sank deeper into the thick, brown mud. The clay licked at her most intimate areas, and she moaned as she felt yet another wave of pleasure wash over her. With one hand rubbing against her clit, and the other fondling her erect nipples, she rocked back and forth, driving herself deeper and deeper.

As the quicksand swallowed up her breasts, she finally gave in, and screamed and shuddered involuntarily as she experienced yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

"God that felt so good," she mumbled to herself. "I haven't had one of those in such a long time."

Opening her eyes, and still panting from the exertion, she was surprised to see a familiar figure.

"Oh! I didn't know you were here too."

The soft, oozing mud licked at her shoulders, and she smiled at her voyeur.

"Did you miss me? It's been so long since I've been here. I've missed the feeling of the mud on my skin, and the way the quicksand consumes me. And I've missed having you watching me sink too."

The mud encircled her neck, and she tilted her head back and looked up at the sky. The orgasms she experienced as she went under were always the most intense. Her hands got to work again.

As she sank to her chin, feeling the tingling all over her submerged body, she glanced over at her companion once more, and grinned. She knew he was just as excited as she was for what was about to happen.

"It's so good to be back," she whispered as she felt her body losing control once more...

[65sinking]

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How Could You?

"Okay my love, this is deep enough. It's almost up to my breasts, and I think my arms are really stuck..."

She strained and wriggled in a futile attempt to free her buried arms as she continued to sink deeper into the thick, brown mud. Meanwhile, her boyfriend simply stood there, just out of reach, recording the scene that was unfolding in front of him with a small camcorder.

"Oh come on, darling... You managed to convince me to sink in the quicksand for you. I agreed to wear this sexy dress and get it all muddy for you. Haven't you had enough already?" She whimpered softly as she felt the mud begin to devour her chest. He simply smiled at her, and continued recording.

"Look, I know this is turning you on so much right now," she said as she glanced at the bulge in his shorts. "And it did feel kind of good, but I'm starting to get scared. I'm still sinking and I still can't feel the bottom, I ooh..." she stifled a scream as her breasts were completely swallowed up by the quicksand, sending a wave of erotic pleasure coursing throughout her body. She closed her eyes and shivered involuntarily.

"Please... this isn't fun anymore, this is really starting to freak me out." She was now up to her shoulders, and still sinking. "Come on, stop recording and pull me out! You... you can tie me up and do whatever you want to me in bed later, wouldn't you like that? I'll put on your favourite lingerie..." He still didn't move from his spot.

The mud encircled her neck, and she suppressed the urge to panic and start thrashing about, knowing that it would hasten her sinking. "Please, I don't want to do this anymore, get me out!" He remained silent, but simply slowly and firmly shook his head. His mischievous smile, which she usually found charming, now seemed more sinister than playful.

"I... I can't believe you're going to watch me sink and go under in the quicksand," she sobbed as she sank to her chin, horrified by his betrayal, and completely helpless. "How could you do this to me..."

[65sinking]

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Trespasser

"Help! Can anyone hear me? Please help me! I'm sinking in quicksand!"

She knew that she wasn't supposed to be here. This beach wasn't on any of the tourist maps. And she had to climb over a low wooden barrier and walk past a sign that said "DANGER: NO ENTRY" to get here. But the idea of having an entire beach all to herself, away from the crowds, was irresistible. Besides, the thought of going against the rules was kind of exciting.

Everything seemed perfect at first. The beach was beautiful, and with nobody else around, she felt the thrill of being part of something exclusive. As she slowly strolled along the shore, letting the waves lap at her feet, lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice that she was no longer walking on fine sand, but soft silt.

"Oops, what's this?" she gasped as she stumbled, and her feet disappeared into the ground. She had failed to notice that she had walked from the beach straight into a large expanse of thick brown mud.

Confusion gave way to fear and panic as she made a futile attempt to lift her legs out of the muck, only to hasten her descent, as the mud eagerly accepted more and more of her body. Her calves, her knees, her thighs, all vanished, as if the ground was a ravenous creature intent on devouring her.

"Help! I'm stuck in the mud here!"

As the mud reached her hips, she placed her arms on the surface of the mud, and tried to push herself upwards. It seemed to work at first, but seconds later, she regretted her decision, as she lost the battle against the suction of the ooze. She plunged back in even deeper, with her arms now buried deep alongside the rest of her body. All she could do was wriggle and squirm helplessly, held in the soft, yet vice-like grip of the mud.

"Well done, why did I do that? Why did I decide that coming here was a good idea?!" She looked around, but knew that it was pointless; after all, the lack of other people was the whole reason why she was here in the first place.

"Help! Can anybody hear me? I need help!"

She tried her best to stay still, taking deep breaths as she felt the mud churn and bubble beneath her. Still, despite her best efforts, with every passing second, she continued to sink deeper. She still couldn't feel a bottom.

She sank another inch, and the quicksand began to swallow up her breasts. She shuddered, feeling a sense of indignation as the sludge oozed into her bikini, violating her, flowing against her most intimate parts, stimulating her while she sank to her doom.

"Please, I need help..." her voice was much weaker now, barely, audible above the gentle breaking of the waves. She choked back sobs as the mud engulfed more of her body, and crept up towards her shoulders. She closed her eyes. Was this the end for her?

"Oh my goodness, hang in there!"

She opened her eyes, and blinked back tears, as she saw a figure approaching. Somebody had heard her cries for help!

It was a young woman, whom she recognised as one of the hotel staff on duty when she checked in. Most importantly, she was holding a rope.

"Please hurry, I'm running out of time..." she whimpered, glancing downwards in terror as she felt the mud reaching her chin, and she tilted her head back, horrified at her impending fate.

The receptionist rolled her eyes and sighed. "Bloody Hell, another tourist who can't read signs." Working as quickly as she could, she tied one end of the rope to the nearest coconut tree, ran towards the latest hapless victim of the beach, and took a running leap into the mud...