💎 Dreamwasp
Trying to improve my AI generation of pretty boys... :D Nobody would believe how many days it took, guess I'm still too much of a digital artist as kept improving it for probably a week, trying to make it perfect... every day finding more imperfections...
For an AI art it's a hilarious waste of time, considering that nobody takes AI art seriously and assume that such images can be generated in 1 click and anybody could do it, so investing this much time to make one picture perfect just doesn't pay off... but for me it was worth it because I really like the result XD (I probably could keep improving it though... XD)
Also a story it made me think of... I hope you'll like it :D
Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived to dance. He had always been fascinated by bellydancing, with its flowing movements and hypnotic rhythms. And yet, he felt like something was missing in his performances – until he discovered the thrill of dancing with an impossibly tight waistband.
As he donned the constrictive garment, he could feel a surge of excitement coursing through his body. The restriction made him dance with even more passion and fervor than before, as if each movement was infused with an extra burst of energy. His hips swayed and moved in ways that seemed impossible with the cincher that tight, and the audience couldn't help but be captivated by his performance.
But then, during one particularly intense movement, he suddenly stumbled and teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by concerned friends who had been alerted to his collapse.
As he looked down at his body, he saw that everything was... normal. No belt, no wasped waist, just a subtle pink hue around the waistline. It was all just a dream after all. Fellow harem boys told him that he had tried to dance with an impossibly tight belt on once again, and suffocated from lack of air due to the severe constriction.
The dancer couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it – both in his dreams and in reality, he was clumsy enough to pass out while dancing with a restrictive waistband!
And yet, the memory of that strange and exhilarating dream stayed with him long after he woke up, lingering like an echo in the back of his mind. Perhaps one day, he would find a way to make it a reality without putting himself at risk. Until then, he would continue to hope to see more dreams of the impossible beauty of bellydancing with a tight waistband.