Hey, everyone. I've compiled a pretty massive library of AI pics and will start sharing sets of my favorites. As you probably know from creating your own images, it's a lot of luck to get a really good picture. The pic with the story I'm sharing is absolutely one of my favorites out of the too-too many I have, haha. I got lucky. I hope you won't mind this story I wrote for the image. These AI pics are all about imagining a situation, and I got a little carried away and took it to the next level. I promise I won't write a novel for every post, but I found writing this very exciting. I tried to keep it mostly PG-13, but please move it if it needs to be moved. I hope you like it.
Thanks so much,
Ben
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Dr. Peterson had been treating Akash since he broke his leg playing college rugby. Although he was sad for the young rugby star that his career was dashed, the doctor selfishly loved seeing the giant young man put on more and more weight. Akash was the largest man Dr. Peterson had ever treated in her entire life. Every time he saw Akash, the doctor’s heart raced and he had to do his best to keep his composure. Akash wasn’t oblivious to the doctor’s feelings towards him. He knew almost immediately that his unbelievable size excited the short doctor. Akash noticed how the doctor’s hands trembled slightly when he touched him, how the doctor’s voice sometimes seemed to crack when he talked to him. Akash was mostly amused by the little man. He supposed it was flattering. Somewhere deep within him, Akash was a little excited too. The idea of “playing” with the friendly, little doctor secretly kind of turned him on.
After so many regular checkups with the doctor, Akash announced he was going to be transferring schools, that he was moving out of state. Dr. Peterson’s heart sank. Would this be his last time seeing Akash? After all, he was almost completely recovered from his injury.
“I wish you all the best of luck, Akash.” the doctor said, somewhat sadly.
“Call me Kash, doc,” the giant said in his deep, deep voice.
“Good luck, Kash,” he said, putting out a hand that Akash swallowed with his own, enormous mitt. As always, the doctor felt a stirring inside him. He was so thankful his long coat covered it. The doctor went to remove his hand, but Akash held it there in his powerful grip. The doctor looked up into the giant’s brown eyes. He felt like his legs were going to give way.
“You know, doc, you’ve been awfully good to me. Got me up on my size 24s and running again. Well, maybe not running, but jogging.” He laughed heartily, slapping his big belly with his huge, free hand.
“Well, it’s the least I can do. It’s my job. All the best to you, Kash.” the doctor said, but still his hand was trapped. He was somewhere between panic and pure ecstasy.
“Maybe I can show you my thanks somehow right now.” He let go of the doctor’s trembling hand. The doctor smiled a nervous smile, opened the door to let Akash out, but Akash pressed an enormous palm against the door until it shut again.
“You know, doc, I know you love my size.” The doctor tried to speak, but nothing came out. “It’s ok, doc, I’m flattered, really. Remind me how much I weigh today, doc? I wanna hear you say that number.”
“F-four-hundred-and-sixty-eight pounds.” the doctor stammered. He felt like he was going to faint.
“Over eight feet tall and four-hundred-and-sixty-eight pounds. You’ve probably never met anyone as big as me, have you doc?”
“Never,” the doctor said. It was true. “I haven’t.”
“I can’t even stand up straight in your little office! See!” Dr. Peterson watched in amazement as Akash pressed up a ceiling tile with his head. Now, the giant was standing at his full height. Dr. Peterson barely reached Akash’s heavy stomach. Akash’s chest was above the top of the door.
“I promise I won’t break your room, unless you want me to.” The giant smiled a mischievous, handsome grin as he looked down at the doctor. All of a sudden, a terrific roar erupted from Akash’s stomach. The doctor realized he was eye-level with Akash’s belly button. He was drowning in desire. Still, he couldn’t move.
“Lunch time!” Akash announced. His deep voice alone was enough of a turn on for the doctor. Then there was the rest of him. The doctor simply couldn't believe what was happening.
"Akash-"
"Kash." the giant said, almost sternly, but then his face beamed into a smile. "I'm just joshin' with ya, Dr. P." As he said this, Akash ruffled the doctor's hair with his hand. "Jeez, your head looks so small in my hand, doc. I could palm it like a basketball." Then, he tightened his grip on the doctor's skull. Dr. Peterson could smell hand soap and something almost musky, extremely manly emanating from the giant's hand. Don't crush my skull, the doctor thought. Still, if this was his way to go, he knew it could be so much worse. He was dying with desire. He was in heaven. Whatever was happening, the doctor prayed it would never end.
“You like my big, strong hands, doc?” Akash asked, still smiling. “I want to hear you say yes.”
“Yes.” Dr. Peterson was surprised the word came out of him so easily. “I love them.”
“Why don’t you compare your little hand to mine, then.” Akash slowly let go of the doctor’s head, finger by finger. Dr. Peterson felt lightheaded now, both from the excitement and from having an 8’2” 468lb giant young man squeeze his skull.
“Lemme see your hand, doc. It’s okay if it’s trembling a little, haha.” Akash held his hand, maybe the largest hand in the world, directly in front of the doctor’s face. This must be a dream. But it wasn’t. The doctor’s ultimate fantasy was playing out in real life. How many times had he fantasized about an encounter just like this with a giant? This wasn’t just any giant, though. This was the giant of Dr. Peterson’s dreams.
Slowly, Dr. Peterson raised his hand and pressed it against Akash’s. The doctor couldn’t believe it; his hand wasn’t even as large as Akash’s mammoth palm. He held his hand there, making sure his wrist was at the same level as Akash’s.
“Damn, doc, your hands are downright tiny!” To emphasize his size, he slowly curled his fingers down over the doctor’s. Trapped again. Christ, they’re as big as bananas, the doctor thought, looking at Akash’s giant fingers.
“Akash-”
“KASH.” Akash boomed. The doctor took a step back, knocked his head against the door. He was trembling, not just his hands, but his entire body now. Akash immediately softened his expression. “Ah, doc, I’m only messing with you. Sorry, little dude.” Akash put his heavy hand on the doctor’s shoulder. Dr. Peterson felt tears coming to his eyes. This was all too much, yet he wouldn’t have traded places with anyone else for all the money in the world. The doctor cleared his throat, composed himself, and looked into the giant’s smiling eyes.
“Kash, I’m sorry. I…I don’t know what’s happening here.”
“We’re just having a little fun. Aren’t you enjoying yourself, Dr. Peterson?”
“I…” the doctor said, looking way up into Akash’s stupidly handsome face.
“I don’t bite, doc. Give in. This is maybe our last appointment together. Make it worth it.” Dr. Peterson didn’t know where to start. There were a million things he wanted to do.
“I…” he repeated. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. It was Akash’s stomach. The giant blushed slightly.
“My bad.” Dr. Peterson looked at that beautiful belly. Again, he was grateful for his long lab coat. Akash seemed to sense what the doctor was contemplating, raised one of his bushy eyebrows that the doctor found so sexy. Then, he put is hands in his pockets (Dr. Peterson was honestly amazed Akash’s pockets were big enough for his hands to fit inside). As if by some kind of magic, the doctor found his hands raising towards Akash’s giant stomach. He looked up at Akash as he put his hands on that sexy gut. Akash simply smiled his winning smile.
Akash’s stomach was the ultimate object of the doctor’s desire. Hands and feet excited him (and did Akash ever have those), but he dreamed and dreamed and dreamed of feeling all the weight (468lbs) of Akash on him. Akash had but on over 150lbs since his accident. While the doctor was head over heels for Akash the first time he met him, he loved him most right now in this moment, at his current size.
“I knew you liked my tummy.” Akash said, laughing softly. “Why don’t you take a peek under that shirt?” The fact that this was really happening finally and completely dawned on the doctor, and he felt himself simultaneously ease and relax and get excited with a newfound hunger. Fuck it, he thought. We’re going all in now.
Dr. Peterson slowly lifted Akash’s shirt until some hair trickled out. For having a somewhat boyish face (he must shave regularly), Akash was very hairy. He wanted nothing else than to bury his face in that stomach, the sexiest stomach in the history of stomachs. Akash once again seemed to read the doctor’s mind, but this time, he took control of the situation. The doctor watched as Akashi’s exposed stomach started moving towards him. Anyone else might’ve jumped out of the way, but this was the moment Dr. David Peterson had been waiting for his entire life. The hairy stomach pressed against his face, pushing him into the office door. The doctor could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. He grabbed onto Akash’s stomach with both hands. Like Akash, it was hard and soft at the same time. Doughy, but incredibly strong.
“You like that?” Akash breathed. Please don’t break the door, the hungry doctor thought. Both men were hungry now, but hungry for different things. Maybe they were hungry for something similar after all. Maybe. Akash felt something awakening within him for the first time. He backed up slightly.
The doctor sunk to his knees, his glasses all askew. He could breathe again. He had tasted Akash’s stomach, saw his mouth print upon it as Akash held up his shirt.
“I think this comes off now.” Akash said as he pulled his XXXXXTL shirt over his head. Dr. Peterson’s eyes drank up every inch of Akash. “These come off, too.” he said, kicking off his titanic trainers.
Before he even knew what he was doing, the doctor was taking off his lab coat. His stethoscope changed against the floor. Akash’s stomach grumbled.
“Wanna try on my shoes, doc?” The doctor put his shoe next to one of Akash’s. They looked liked they belonged to two entirely different species. Size 24. The doctor wore a petite size 9. He slipped his size 9 off, and put his socked foot into the size 24 shoe. The insides of the shoe was warm, and far too big (of course). The doctor could barely walk in shoes so big.
He looked up at Akash, who was still smiling. Then he looked down, saw the front of Akashi’s Adidas sweat pants. His eyes widened. Akash followed the doctor’s stare and blushed.
“Well, fuck.” he said. Then, he grabbed the doctor under the armpits and lifted him easily into the air until the doctor was eye level with him. For the first time, the doctor was able to put his arms around the giant’s neck. He little feet dangled in the air.
“Kash.” The giant didn’t respond but looked deep into the doctor’s eyes. Then he closed in on the doctor and pressed his lips onto Dr. Peterson’s lips. The doctor went totally limp, but he tightened his grip around the giant’s neck. The doctor’s head was bumping against the ceiling. He didn’t let go. It felt like forever. Then, the giant gently lowered the doctor back to floor.
“I think I’ve overstayed my appointment, doc.” Dr. Peterson looked at the giant before him and sighed.
“Kash, this was…this was-“
“I know, doc.” he said, sweetly and sadly, before picking up his heavy shirt and pulling it back over his massive frame. “I promise I’ll schedule an appt the next time I’m in town.”
“Please do that. And best of luck, again.” Akash struggled to get his feet back in his slightly too small size 24s before taking placing a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Til next time, doc.” He opened the door and dramatically ducked out of the room.
Dr. Peterson stood there alone for a moment. He silently laughed and shook his head. Well I’ll be.
Thanks so much,
Ben
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Dr. Peterson had been treating Akash since he broke his leg playing college rugby. Although he was sad for the young rugby star that his career was dashed, the doctor selfishly loved seeing the giant young man put on more and more weight. Akash was the largest man Dr. Peterson had ever treated in her entire life. Every time he saw Akash, the doctor’s heart raced and he had to do his best to keep his composure. Akash wasn’t oblivious to the doctor’s feelings towards him. He knew almost immediately that his unbelievable size excited the short doctor. Akash noticed how the doctor’s hands trembled slightly when he touched him, how the doctor’s voice sometimes seemed to crack when he talked to him. Akash was mostly amused by the little man. He supposed it was flattering. Somewhere deep within him, Akash was a little excited too. The idea of “playing” with the friendly, little doctor secretly kind of turned him on.
After so many regular checkups with the doctor, Akash announced he was going to be transferring schools, that he was moving out of state. Dr. Peterson’s heart sank. Would this be his last time seeing Akash? After all, he was almost completely recovered from his injury.
“I wish you all the best of luck, Akash.” the doctor said, somewhat sadly.
“Call me Kash, doc,” the giant said in his deep, deep voice.
“Good luck, Kash,” he said, putting out a hand that Akash swallowed with his own, enormous mitt. As always, the doctor felt a stirring inside him. He was so thankful his long coat covered it. The doctor went to remove his hand, but Akash held it there in his powerful grip. The doctor looked up into the giant’s brown eyes. He felt like his legs were going to give way.
“You know, doc, you’ve been awfully good to me. Got me up on my size 24s and running again. Well, maybe not running, but jogging.” He laughed heartily, slapping his big belly with his huge, free hand.
“Well, it’s the least I can do. It’s my job. All the best to you, Kash.” the doctor said, but still his hand was trapped. He was somewhere between panic and pure ecstasy.
“Maybe I can show you my thanks somehow right now.” He let go of the doctor’s trembling hand. The doctor smiled a nervous smile, opened the door to let Akash out, but Akash pressed an enormous palm against the door until it shut again.
“You know, doc, I know you love my size.” The doctor tried to speak, but nothing came out. “It’s ok, doc, I’m flattered, really. Remind me how much I weigh today, doc? I wanna hear you say that number.”
“F-four-hundred-and-sixty-eight pounds.” the doctor stammered. He felt like he was going to faint.
“Over eight feet tall and four-hundred-and-sixty-eight pounds. You’ve probably never met anyone as big as me, have you doc?”
“Never,” the doctor said. It was true. “I haven’t.”
“I can’t even stand up straight in your little office! See!” Dr. Peterson watched in amazement as Akash pressed up a ceiling tile with his head. Now, the giant was standing at his full height. Dr. Peterson barely reached Akash’s heavy stomach. Akash’s chest was above the top of the door.
“I promise I won’t break your room, unless you want me to.” The giant smiled a mischievous, handsome grin as he looked down at the doctor. All of a sudden, a terrific roar erupted from Akash’s stomach. The doctor realized he was eye-level with Akash’s belly button. He was drowning in desire. Still, he couldn’t move.
“Lunch time!” Akash announced. His deep voice alone was enough of a turn on for the doctor. Then there was the rest of him. The doctor simply couldn't believe what was happening.
"Akash-"
"Kash." the giant said, almost sternly, but then his face beamed into a smile. "I'm just joshin' with ya, Dr. P." As he said this, Akash ruffled the doctor's hair with his hand. "Jeez, your head looks so small in my hand, doc. I could palm it like a basketball." Then, he tightened his grip on the doctor's skull. Dr. Peterson could smell hand soap and something almost musky, extremely manly emanating from the giant's hand. Don't crush my skull, the doctor thought. Still, if this was his way to go, he knew it could be so much worse. He was dying with desire. He was in heaven. Whatever was happening, the doctor prayed it would never end.
“You like my big, strong hands, doc?” Akash asked, still smiling. “I want to hear you say yes.”
“Yes.” Dr. Peterson was surprised the word came out of him so easily. “I love them.”
“Why don’t you compare your little hand to mine, then.” Akash slowly let go of the doctor’s head, finger by finger. Dr. Peterson felt lightheaded now, both from the excitement and from having an 8’2” 468lb giant young man squeeze his skull.
“Lemme see your hand, doc. It’s okay if it’s trembling a little, haha.” Akash held his hand, maybe the largest hand in the world, directly in front of the doctor’s face. This must be a dream. But it wasn’t. The doctor’s ultimate fantasy was playing out in real life. How many times had he fantasized about an encounter just like this with a giant? This wasn’t just any giant, though. This was the giant of Dr. Peterson’s dreams.
Slowly, Dr. Peterson raised his hand and pressed it against Akash’s. The doctor couldn’t believe it; his hand wasn’t even as large as Akash’s mammoth palm. He held his hand there, making sure his wrist was at the same level as Akash’s.
“Damn, doc, your hands are downright tiny!” To emphasize his size, he slowly curled his fingers down over the doctor’s. Trapped again. Christ, they’re as big as bananas, the doctor thought, looking at Akash’s giant fingers.
“Akash-”
“KASH.” Akash boomed. The doctor took a step back, knocked his head against the door. He was trembling, not just his hands, but his entire body now. Akash immediately softened his expression. “Ah, doc, I’m only messing with you. Sorry, little dude.” Akash put his heavy hand on the doctor’s shoulder. Dr. Peterson felt tears coming to his eyes. This was all too much, yet he wouldn’t have traded places with anyone else for all the money in the world. The doctor cleared his throat, composed himself, and looked into the giant’s smiling eyes.
“Kash, I’m sorry. I…I don’t know what’s happening here.”
“We’re just having a little fun. Aren’t you enjoying yourself, Dr. Peterson?”
“I…” the doctor said, looking way up into Akash’s stupidly handsome face.
“I don’t bite, doc. Give in. This is maybe our last appointment together. Make it worth it.” Dr. Peterson didn’t know where to start. There were a million things he wanted to do.
“I…” he repeated. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. It was Akash’s stomach. The giant blushed slightly.
“My bad.” Dr. Peterson looked at that beautiful belly. Again, he was grateful for his long lab coat. Akash seemed to sense what the doctor was contemplating, raised one of his bushy eyebrows that the doctor found so sexy. Then, he put is hands in his pockets (Dr. Peterson was honestly amazed Akash’s pockets were big enough for his hands to fit inside). As if by some kind of magic, the doctor found his hands raising towards Akash’s giant stomach. He looked up at Akash as he put his hands on that sexy gut. Akash simply smiled his winning smile.
Akash’s stomach was the ultimate object of the doctor’s desire. Hands and feet excited him (and did Akash ever have those), but he dreamed and dreamed and dreamed of feeling all the weight (468lbs) of Akash on him. Akash had but on over 150lbs since his accident. While the doctor was head over heels for Akash the first time he met him, he loved him most right now in this moment, at his current size.
“I knew you liked my tummy.” Akash said, laughing softly. “Why don’t you take a peek under that shirt?” The fact that this was really happening finally and completely dawned on the doctor, and he felt himself simultaneously ease and relax and get excited with a newfound hunger. Fuck it, he thought. We’re going all in now.
Dr. Peterson slowly lifted Akash’s shirt until some hair trickled out. For having a somewhat boyish face (he must shave regularly), Akash was very hairy. He wanted nothing else than to bury his face in that stomach, the sexiest stomach in the history of stomachs. Akash once again seemed to read the doctor’s mind, but this time, he took control of the situation. The doctor watched as Akashi’s exposed stomach started moving towards him. Anyone else might’ve jumped out of the way, but this was the moment Dr. David Peterson had been waiting for his entire life. The hairy stomach pressed against his face, pushing him into the office door. The doctor could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. He grabbed onto Akash’s stomach with both hands. Like Akash, it was hard and soft at the same time. Doughy, but incredibly strong.
“You like that?” Akash breathed. Please don’t break the door, the hungry doctor thought. Both men were hungry now, but hungry for different things. Maybe they were hungry for something similar after all. Maybe. Akash felt something awakening within him for the first time. He backed up slightly.
The doctor sunk to his knees, his glasses all askew. He could breathe again. He had tasted Akash’s stomach, saw his mouth print upon it as Akash held up his shirt.
“I think this comes off now.” Akash said as he pulled his XXXXXTL shirt over his head. Dr. Peterson’s eyes drank up every inch of Akash. “These come off, too.” he said, kicking off his titanic trainers.
Before he even knew what he was doing, the doctor was taking off his lab coat. His stethoscope changed against the floor. Akash’s stomach grumbled.
“Wanna try on my shoes, doc?” The doctor put his shoe next to one of Akash’s. They looked liked they belonged to two entirely different species. Size 24. The doctor wore a petite size 9. He slipped his size 9 off, and put his socked foot into the size 24 shoe. The insides of the shoe was warm, and far too big (of course). The doctor could barely walk in shoes so big.
He looked up at Akash, who was still smiling. Then he looked down, saw the front of Akashi’s Adidas sweat pants. His eyes widened. Akash followed the doctor’s stare and blushed.
“Well, fuck.” he said. Then, he grabbed the doctor under the armpits and lifted him easily into the air until the doctor was eye level with him. For the first time, the doctor was able to put his arms around the giant’s neck. He little feet dangled in the air.
“Kash.” The giant didn’t respond but looked deep into the doctor’s eyes. Then he closed in on the doctor and pressed his lips onto Dr. Peterson’s lips. The doctor went totally limp, but he tightened his grip around the giant’s neck. The doctor’s head was bumping against the ceiling. He didn’t let go. It felt like forever. Then, the giant gently lowered the doctor back to floor.
“I think I’ve overstayed my appointment, doc.” Dr. Peterson looked at the giant before him and sighed.
“Kash, this was…this was-“
“I know, doc.” he said, sweetly and sadly, before picking up his heavy shirt and pulling it back over his massive frame. “I promise I’ll schedule an appt the next time I’m in town.”
“Please do that. And best of luck, again.” Akash struggled to get his feet back in his slightly too small size 24s before taking placing a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Til next time, doc.” He opened the door and dramatically ducked out of the room.
Dr. Peterson stood there alone for a moment. He silently laughed and shook his head. Well I’ll be.
