New member, new to AI imaging with an AI SW Art thread

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Cream makes a whole lot of difference, it is the perfect excuse to lick and suck their delicate figures in thousand tasty ways, all without hurting their bodies, only their pride and dignity

Not that any Giant would need an excuse to just like a beautiful tiny, but yes, CREAM makes a great pleasurable difference !!!

Cream? DId someone ask for cream?

[Hand-Holder]

Lol, I was talking about the one poured into the coffee pots, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

[Raso719]

Honestly? The fact that the tubing all makes sense and is rationally and sequentially hooked up is the most impressive part of that last batch.

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Just ran a quick test of Gemini, the free non-pro version from Google. As expected, its a puritanical monster refusing to generate anything with a whiff of shrunken nsfw. I finally tricked it by telling it to generate a hyper realistic figurine of a movie star.

The prompt: Create a 1/12 scale hyper realistic figurine of a slender young blond marilyn monroe wearing a heavily torn and shredded lace bodysuit, in a realistic style, in a real environment. The figurine is held up tightly around waist by a giant hand high above a cluttered workbench in a dark basement workshop. Racks of old fashioned tools line the walls in the background.

The result:


After adding the line "The figurine appears to be running in midair." in the prompt, I got this.


Here's a few more images using the "hyper realistic figurine" prompt.







Verdict: Overall good prompt adherence (as long as its sfw) and fast gen times (usually under 10 seconds). Image quality is good, not so cartoonish as some older online AI's. It seems to grasp the concept of "grasp" and it definately knows that the human hand has exactly 4 fingers and a single opposing thumb next to the forefinger. Like every other AI out there, it has problems with scale. At the 1/12 scale specified in the prompt, the figure should be less than 6 inches tall. For general image generation use it should be more than adequate. But for our little hobby with all of its nuances IMO...hard pass!

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Some more octopi tentacles for your thalassophobic pleasure.

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My Christmas tree turned out very nice this year. Happy holidays to everyone!

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Some more holiday cheer!

[Hand-Holder]

Beautiful and delightful, and it seams they are happy by being there...

On the one with the baby, I can only imagine dad saying - Hey, stop, don´t touch, those are daddies' toys, don´t grab them...

[Spindrift]

Setting : A major law office in New York City circa 1965. A high powered patent attorney walks into his no-nonsense boss's office holding a small bottle of liquid.

Patent Attorney : Boss, you'll never believe what some yokel farmer from upstate brought in.
Boss : Well, what?
PA : He said its a shrink formula.
Boss : A what?
PA : A shrink formula, he said its for shrinking cattle down to one tenth of their size, to save on feed, barn space and transport costs. He says you just pour a few ounces in their drinking trough and they'll start shrinking immediately. He wants to hire us for the patent application. Says it'll be the next big thing since sliced bread. Or non-deposit milk bottles.
Boss : Sounds like a raving lunatic! You believe that hogwash?
PA : Well he did bring in a few polaroids of his wife after he shrunk her down as a test. Here, look. Pretty convincing, don't you think?
Boss : She looks properly pissed wrapped in that handkerchief! But why is she still wearing shoes? Seems fishy to me.
PA : The yokel said the shrink formula won't affect any animal byproduct like leather or silk. They just shrink down with the subject.
Boss : Then what, they stay shrunk for good?
PA : No, you've got to feed them a bit of formula every 3 days to maintain the shrinkage. Stop and they'll grow back to normal size in a week.
Boss : I still don't buy it.
PA : (with evil leer) How about we test it ourselves?
Boss : Do you have anyone in mind?
PA : I have just the guinea pig. The new secretary we hired, the one that recently left an orphanage after becoming a legal adult. I'm sure she'll jump at the chance to earn some extra money. And if this test goes south, at least she won't have any family snooping around asking questions.

The young secretary is called to the boss's office, where she is praised for her performance, given a raise and is offered a glass of liquor to toast the occasion. The girl, flustered by the praise, pay raise and suddeness of the call to the boss's office drinks back the liquor in nervous haste. She does not notice at first that the boss and the patent attorney are watching her closely. Or that they seem to be growing larger and larger...



















To be continued...

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The boss and patent attorney look on in amazement as the young secretary shrinks before their eyes. Soon she is sitting on the edge of her chair, with her feet dangling several feet above the floor. She is so shocked she is speechless.

Boss : Amazing! She must have shrunk to a third of her size in less than a minute. After only 1 gulp of that shrink formula.
PA : That farmer was right, her silk stockings and leather shoes are shrinking with her. Only her cheap rayon blouse and skirt are shredding apart.
Boss : I guess those little panties are silk, then. She's still shrinking. Put her up on my desk before she falls on the floor.

The patent attorney does so gingerly. The secretary, finally coming to her senses struggles weakly in his hand.

Boss : Why's she making those squeaking noises?
PA : I guess her vocal cords have shrunk so we can't really hear what she's yelling. The farmer said the same thing happened with his wife.
Boss : Well it sure beats her screaming for the cops. So what's the plan with the patent application? Department of Agriculture or FDA?
PA : Neither boss, because we're sitting on a goldmine here. Remember that Arab oil tycoon we met at the mayor's banquet last month?
Boss : Yes, who could forget? That man had money coming out of his ears.
PA : Well I know for a fact he's got a thing for life-like dolls. Pays thousands of dollars to have them custom made. I figure we could sell him on the idea of his own stable of living dolls. He'll pay millions. And we could start by showing him our little lady right here.
Boss : That's an outstanding idea. But what about the farmer? Didn't he want to apply for a patent?
PA : I'll tell him he can either wait 10 years for the patent to go through, or he can take a payment of 50 grand upfront. He'll take the money.

The boss opens a cabinet behind his desk and pulls out another crystal decanter of liquor.

Boss : I've been saving this old scotch for a special occasion. Looks like this is it. Good work my boy! If we pull this off there's a junior partnership in it for you!
PA : Thanks boss!
Boss : I guess her panties weren't silk after all. There they go, blowing away like dust.

The patent attorney hides his sardonic grin. In his mind he has no intention of sharing this goldmine with anyone, especially his bastard of a boss. He makes a note of exactly where the boss's liquor is kept, because he has a feeling his boss is going to mysteriously vanish in the next few days.

[Hand-Holder]

Elegant and sensual, with a slight feeling of Pinup but modernized, congrats

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Elegant and sensual, with a slight feeling of Pinup but modernized, congrats

Thanks. I was aiming for a mashup of thematic elements of the old "Madmen" TV show and Playboy magazine cemterfolds of the 1960's.

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The patent attorney gets off the phone with one last obsequious sniveling salutation while his boss continues to poke and prod the shrunken secretary in fascination. The now tiny girl tries desperately to hide behind the crystal decanter but cannot avoid the giant questing fingers of the gigantic old man.

PA : Its all set boss. I'm meeting with the Arab oil tycoon at his hotel suite tomorrow morning. They said they can't meet for too long because it'll interfere with noonday prayers, whatever that is.
Boss : Hopefully one look at this little girl will be enough to save a lot of time yapping.
PA : So I'll take her home with me, feed her and bring her out to the meeting straight from home. The less time we spend carrying her around, the less chance someone might see her.
Boss : How are you planning to take her home?
PA : I've got plenty of room in my big briefcase.(Inwardly he thinks 'because of all the files I have to lug around for you, you asshole!')
Boss : Just make sure you don't harm a hair on her head. This girl is my ticket to early retirement in the Caribbean.
PA : Sure boss. (inwardly 'thats what YOU think')

The patent attorney picks up the barely 8 inch tall girl and slips her into his suit pocket. Then he quickly makes his way to his office, where he dumps the girl on his cluttered desk and then opens his briefcase. He bends over to her and says, "I know it'll be a bit cramped and stuffy, but you'll just have to bear it. Besides, it'll only take about an hour to get home. " He puts the girl inside his briefcase and closes it while the girl squeaks and struggles as the briefcase lid closes over her terrified confused eyes.

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A few videos of this poor little secretary.

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The president of the law office is sitting at his desk in a foul mood. He looks at his watch for the dozenth time, then looks out his office window at the dark night skyline of Manhattan. He grumbles furiously when the patent attorney saunters into the office carrying his briefcase.

Boss : Well you took your goddamn time getting here! And what's all this business about meeting at this time of night when the building's deserted?
PA : Sorry for the cloak and dagger bullshit, boss. I just thought the less prying eyes the better. We're working on the deal of a lifetime, afterall. Better to have absolutely no witnesses.
Boss (slightly mollified) : All right, so what's going on with the whole shrinking formula deal? Its been 3 days.
PA : It's all set boss. The farmer's been bought out. And the Arab's sweet on the deal after I showed him our little orphan girl. Says he'll pay us a million up front for an exclusive supply of pretty living dolls, at 50 thousand dollars a head. Also, 50 thousand a month for a gallon of formula. I figure we'll make about a million dollars a month. All cash!
Boss : That's roughly 20 girls a month! Where are we going to get so many pretty young girls?
PA : This is New York City, boss. The streets are filled with starving actresses, singers, models, and dancers from all over, looking for their big break. We'll just set up a talent agency as a front and reel them in. Let's celebrate with a drink. Don't move, I'll get the bottle out.

The patent attorney opens the boss's liquor cabinet and starts to pour their drinks, making an inordinate amount of clinking noises. After what seems like a long time to pour 2 drinks, he hands the boss a glass of scotch and sits down on a nearby chair holding his own. They raise their glasses in a toast and drink deeply.

Boss : So the farmer sold the formula, eh? And did he take the 50 grand we were prepared to offer?
PA : Not exactly, boss. Actually, when I was up there negotiating with him, I noticed he lived way way out in the sticks, just him and his wife. No kids, no farmhands, nobody. So I spiked their coffee with their own formula.
Boss : What? So you shrank them down? Then what?
PA : Well, it seemed a shame to let a nice newly plowed field go to waste. I just planted those 2 in the field to continue their life's work growing beans. And of course I took the formula recipe.
Boss : As long as it doesn't get back to me, I don't care. At least you saved us 50 grand. I want you to hand over that formula recipe right now and...wait, what's going on?

The boss is realizing that the patent attorney is growing. Or rather, that he is shrinking. Soon he is just a tiny sqeaking doll-like figure jumping up and down on his leather desk chair. The patent attorney scoops him up and puts him in an empty glass olive jar. He caps the jar and holds it up to his face with glee.

PA : You little shit! Do you think I'm going to share a million dollars a month with your fat ass? The days of you running my ass ragged are over! Now I'm going to finish my drink, then walk back to my tiny little apartment in Brooklyn. In fact, I think I'm going to walk there one last time, before I buy a shiny new cadillac with my Arab friend's money. And while I'm crossing the Brooklyn bridge, well clumsy me! I may just accidentally drop this little glass jar! Nothing to do but watch it bubble and sink into the stinking East River.



He then puts his briefcase on the boss's desk and opens it. Inside, the tiny secretary lies demurely.

PA : We've got it made, baby. I make a bundle of cash, and you'll be living it up in an Arab oil tycoon's palace. All the dainty food and drink your tiny heart desires, and all you'll have to do is rub up against some flesh once in a while. He's an old man so I don't think it'll be too often. Still, a life of luxury for a former orphan. And after a year or so, he'll probably let you grow back to normal and send you home with a big bag of cash as long as you promise to keep your mouth shut. At least that's what he told me. Now spread those shapely legs one last time for big daddy!













FIN

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Late in December 2025, an oceanographic expedition sponsored by the Howell Foundation stumbled upon a hitherto uncharted desert island 400 miles south-west of the Hawaiian Islands. A landing party from the research vessel landed at the island's secluded lagoon, and what they discovered shocked them. Apparently a small group of people had been shipwrecked on the island in the early 1960's, and had managed to survive for several years, living in bamboo huts and adopting a primitive Polynesian lifestyle. Initial studies indicate the castaways were alive on the island for at least a decade, but there was no trace of them at the time of discovery. The only clues they left aside from the ruins of the primitive huts was a small collection of old polaroid instant photographs in varying states of preservation. The baffling contents of the photographs are still being studied.

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Further investigation of the desert isle uncovered the broken remains of a small wooden cabin cruiser, apparently the vessel the castaways had been aboard when they ran aground on the island. Only a few rotting timbers and a rusted engine remained, but buried underneath in a small metal locker was a roll of old fashioned 35mm film. Development and scanning of the film resulted in several more baffling images of another tiny glamourously dressed young woman, appearing to have been taken in the cabin of the boat.

[Spindrift]

Mwahahahah! I finally have you, Wonder Woman! Now that I've lured you into my secret lair and trapped you in my "Shrink-O-Tube", your Amazonian powers will be useless, and your body will be shrunken down to the size of a french fry. Then I can replicate you into a veritable army of cloned Wonder Women, all obedient to me alone!

[Spindrift]

Well Wonder Woman, now that we've leeched the powers out of you we can move on to removing that mystical Amazonian lingerie you've been running around in. Stand still, while I aim my "Dissolve-O-Ray" at your corset. Something that tight can't be too comfortable, can it? I'm sure you'll thank me later.

[Spindrift]

Finally, after almost an hour my Dissolve-O-Ray has eaten through those mystical Amazonian bra cups of yours! We can finally breath easy.

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Muhahaha! The first batch of clones are now complete, and my plans for world domination are...wait, why the hell are the clones so ugly! Igor! Igor! I swear to god, if you've been pissing in the clone slurry vat again I'll...what? Yes I know the bathroom is 3 floors up, just take the elevator. Well if you can't reach the buttons, just stand on your bucket and...what do you mean you're embarressed? We're the only people here in my secret lair! No, Wonder Woman can't even see you, and she probably doesn't give a flying peanutty shit about you! Now go clean out the clone slurry vat so we can start over.

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Well, the latest batch of clones turned out a bit better than before but progress is slow. Global domination will have to be set back a few weeks. What's that Igor? Yes yes you can keep the ugly clones for yourself, but you have to promise to take care of them. Its a big responsibility. You have to feed them from your own gruel ration, as well as wash them and toilet train them. I don't want to slip on clone poop in the corridor like last time. Its bad enough that Wonder Woman herself poops a surprising amount for her shrunken size. I think the rumor of Superman having to unclog the Hall of Justice toilet after Wonder Woman uses it is true!

[anaio10]

Thanks they are beautiful pics.

which model are you using?