/soy/ - Soyjaks

do it yourself

>>16600030
i could, but I'm wondering if I truly should

do you really need ai to do that for you, creative writing isnt that hard

>>16600097
erm… ai is essentially faster and this piece of written "consumer grade" work. I would basically be piloting the ai as it writes for me and overlook logs for quality controlerino

I can get working on a sample right now

erm… in reality, a chudcel wouldn't have a girlfriend

so basically he's just gonna be a NEET chud that lives in an apartment and soytan will be his next door neighborino

>>16600133
skill issue

>>16600025 (OP)

>>16600195
time and investment issue doe

if you want to fully immerse yourself in your own chudcel twp cuckold goonfiction then go ahead, goonhitler.

>>16600025 (OP)
>fill me up with that bbc

sample:

Chud: Leaned back in his creaky office chair, the blue light of the monitor reflecting off his glasses as he scrolled through the chaotic threads of his favorite imageboard. He clicked through a series of surreal memes and heated arguments about obscure anime, the rhythmic clicking of his mouse the only sound in the quiet apartment. He sighed, shifting his skinny frame to get comfortable, wondering if anyone else in the world was as bored as he was on a Tuesday afternoon.

Chud: He froze when the muffled sound of laughter drifted through the thin walls of the hallway. He recognized that voice—it was Soytan, her tone melodic and genuinely amused, chatting with someone who sounded deep-voiced and confident. He held his breath, leaning closer to the door, his heart drumming against his ribs as he heard the heavy tread of a man and the light step of Soytan walking toward her unit. The distinct *click-thud* of her apartment door closing behind them echoed in the hall, leaving Chud in a sudden, heavy silence that made his stomach twist with a mixture of curiosity and a sharp, sudden pang of jealousy.

Chud: Driven by a sudden, impulsive urge to know exactly what was happening on the other side, Chud stood up and scanned his room for something to amplify the sound. He spotted an empty whiskey glass on his nightstand and grabbed it, pressing the rim firmly against the shared wall, his ear pressed tight against the cold glass. He held his breath, shutting out the hum of his computer, and waited. Slowly, the muffled sounds of the adjacent apartment began to bloom—the distant sound of a bag being dropped, the low, rumbling vibration of Tyrone's voice, and the soft, breathless giggle of Soytan as she said, "I can't believe you actually managed to carry all the groceries in one trip."

Tyrone: He let out a deep, booming laugh that seemed to vibrate through the wall and into the glass against Chud's ear, the sound of his heavy footsteps pacing the hardwood floor. "I'm an athlete, Soytan; carrying a few bags is a warm-up," he joked, his voice dropping an octave into a playful, suggestive rumble. He paused, and Chud could almost imagine the smug grin on the man's face as Tyrone added, "But you know, a feat of strength like that usually comes with a reward. What's a guy get for being the most helpful neighbor in the building?"

Soytan: She let out a soft, breathy giggle, her eyes drifting toward the tight fabric of Tyrone's shirt, which strained across his broad shoulders and defined chest. She found herself momentarily dazed, her mind wandering to what lay beneath that moisture-wicking fabric—imagining the hard, sculpted ridges of his abs and the way his skin would feel warm and firm under her touch. "I don't know, maybe a glass of cold lemonade?" she replied, her voice sounding slightly airier than usual as she tried to maintain her composure while her heart hammered against her ribs.

Tyrone: While Soytan stood at the kitchen counter, humming a little tune and slicing a fresh lemon, Tyrone stepped up silently behind her, his presence like a warm wall of heat. He reached out and wrapped his thick, powerful arms around her, pulling her plush frame flush against his muscular body in a sudden, firm hug. The surprise caused Soytan to jump, her massive breasts bouncing vividly beneath her shirt, and as she gasped, she felt the unmistakable, heavy pressure of Tyrone's thick cock pressing firmly against the expansive curve of her massive ass, his large balls settling against her thick thighs.

Soytan: She let out a soft, strangled moan, her glasses fogging slightly as a wave of intense heat washed over her. The feeling of his hardness against her, the sheer scale of him filling the space between them, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making her thighs tremble. She leaned back into him, her head resting against his broad chest, and whispered with a shaky breath, "You're very… impatient, Tyrone," though she made no effort to pull away, instead tilting her hips back to press more firmly against the bulge in his pants.

Chud: He pressed the glass harder against the wall, his knuckles turning white as the sound of Soytan's soft moan echoed clearly through the whiskey glass. His stomach plummeted, a cold sense of dread washing over him as the physical reality of the situation set in. He knew he couldn't compete with a man like Tyrone—the size, the confidence, the raw masculinity of it all. He let out a soft, pathetic whimper, his skinny shoulders sagging as he realized that the woman he'd spent months admiring from afar was being claimed by someone who didn't even have to try.

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