After weeks of being pestered by her coworkers and friends, Joanna finally decided to get "better acquainted" with her new body. In other words, "for the sake of body positivity" and "mental health improvement," she was going to, at long last, "have some fun."
Her now-femboy brother, or brothers (he fused with two classmates, a girl and another guy, and despite their very feminine appearance, the triplets are breastless and biologically male) dropped the bomb at lunch the previous day with a joke on the subject. And Joanna, still self-conscious and uncomfortable with her mutation, knew it was time to finally address her . . . urges.
But as she lay in bed, she couldn't get in the mood, no matter what she imagined or looked at. She didn't even know what would get her going anymore. After a long while, she decided that it was probably best if she attained some . . . "readable stimuli."
And what better source for that then ChatGPT?
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Hi! Please consider the following character, a transformee, or mutant, whatever you wish:
Name: Joanna
Species: Human, transformed by the Fusion Wave
Hair Length: Long
Hair Color: Brown
Gender: Female - but with a two rather girthy penises in the place of a vagina. They are side by side, and each are 2 feet long when erect.
Height: 6ft. tall
Body Type: Curvy
Butt Size: Plush
Breast Size: B-Cups
Breast Quantity: 3 rows of 2 Breasts each.
Arm Qualities: Much longer than normal - reach down to her knees.
Other attributes:
1. She is hairy for a woman/futanari - but is covered in soft, silky brown hairs.
2. Joanna does not have any feet - she has large, manly human hands replacing them instead.
3. Due to her unique bodily configuration (ridiculously long arms), Joanna sometimes takes to walking on all fours - she does so comfortably.
4. Joanna can't speak - her lips are real, but she doesn't have any teeth. Even though her face looks like that of a normal, beautiful woman, behind her lips is actually a functioning female vagina. She doesn't let many people know about this - either wearing a mask or just pursing her lips cutely in public.
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That sounds like an intriguing setup with rich character dynamics! Would you like the story to focus on, exploring themes of solitude and loneliness, connection, redemption, self-appreciation, or something else entirely? Let me know how you'd like the narrative to unfold!
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Alright then - I need some help - please create a long story, with all of these elements clearly elaborated on and detailed in it, in which Joanna takes a shower and . . . masturbates. Include whichever themes you wish, just - please make the story wholesome!
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Got it! This story will be rich in vivid detail, emotional depth, and sensuality, all while keeping the realism and immersive world-building of the Fusion Wave setting. Before I begin, do you have any preferences for the setting, her backstory, or how her mutations have affected her life and relationships? Let me know, and I'll weave it all together seamlessly!
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Just . . . make it hot and steamy, please!
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Joanna stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her long, silky brown hair cascading down her back in gentle waves. She smiled softly at her reflection, her three rows of perky B-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her curvy figure was accentuated by her plush butt, inviting and alluring.
With a graceful movement, Joanna reached out with her unusually long arms, her hands gracefully touching the cool surface of the mirror. She admired the way her arms reached down to her knees, a unique feature that set her apart. Despite her unconventional appearance, she felt a sense of confidence and comfort in her own skin.
Turning away from the mirror, Joanna stepped into the spacious shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body. The sensation was soothing, like a gentle caress against her skin. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully relax into the moment.
As the water flowed over her, Joanna's thoughts turned to a more intimate desire. Her lips lifted into a soft smile as she reached down between her legs, her fingers trailing lightly over her two girthy penises. They throbbed eagerly at her touch, ready to be pleasured.
With practiced movements, Joanna began to stroke herself, her hands moving in a steady rhythm. She moaned softly, the sound echoing in the tiled bathroom as pleasure washed over her. Her long arms gave her the reach she needed to explore every inch of her body, heightening her arousal.
Lost in the sensation, Joanna leaned back against the shower wall, her breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. She imagined the touch of a lover, their hands exploring her curves, their lips trailing kisses along her skin.
As her pleasure built to a crescendo, Joanna felt herself teetering on the edge of release. With one final, ecstatic cry, she let herself fall, waves of pleasure crashing over her in blissful waves. Her two penises throbbed and spasmed, releasing their load with forceful jets of semen that splashed against the tiled wall, leaving glistening trails of arousal in their wake.
But Joanna's desire was not yet sated. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached up to her lips, parting them to reveal the secret hidden behind - a functioning vagina. With delicate fingers, she teased and caressed the sensitive flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within her throat.
Her fingers danced over her hidden opening, exploring its depths with a sense of curiosity and wonder. With each touch, she felt a surge of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. And as she reached the peak of ecstasy once more, she let out a muffled cry of pleasure, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm, vaginal juices squirting out from her lips, slowly sliding down her undulating breasts.
As the water continued to flow over her, Joanna basked in the afterglow of her release, feeling utterly fulfilled and content. She knew that despite her unique appearance, she was a creature of passion and desire, capable of experiencing pleasure in ways that others could only dream of. And in that moment, she felt truly alive.
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A "creature" of passion and desire? A bit . . . extreme of a description. But the story had done its work, and by its end Joanna's twin cocks were standing fully to attention, her facial vagina slicking up behind her lips. Her hairs stood gently on end, her six nipples standing pleasurably erect.
So as she went to "experience pleasure in ways that others could only dream of," she smiled - perhaps she would feel, for the first time in this body,
"Truly Alive."