First attempt - the result is a bit basic but complete and doesn't go off in any unexpected directions.

Prompt: write a description of a woman dressed in a boilersuit and wellies happily taking a bath in a vat of custard, starting clean and dry, walking down steps into the custard and enjoying the sensations as the custard engulfs her clothes as she steps deeper and deeper into it, until she is shoulder deep in it.

Result: The woman was dressed in a brightly colored boilersuit and a pair of sturdy wellies. She had a huge smile on her face as she approached the vat of custard. The vat was nearly as tall as she was, filled to the brim with creamy yellow custard that looked irresistible.

She carefully descended the steps leading into the vat, feeling the cool metal under her feet. As she took each step, she felt the custard start to engulf her clothing, the thick, creamy substance slowly but surely swallowing her up.

The woman laughed with delight as she sank deeper and deeper into the custard, feeling it ooze around her legs and begin to rise up her body. The sensation was incredible, and she reveled in the way the custard seemed to embrace her, enveloping her in its sweet, creamy embrace.

As she reached the midpoint of the vat, the custard was now at her chest, and she paused to savor the moment. She lifted her arms, feeling the custard slosh around her as she moved, and let out a contented sigh.

With a broad grin on her face, the woman continued to sink into the vat of custard, letting it wash over her and engulf her completely. She was shoulder-deep in the thick, creamy substance, and she couldn't be happier.

For a few blissful moments, she simply enjoyed the sensation of being surrounded by custard. It was a delightful, indulgent experience that she wouldn't soon forget. She closed her eyes, savoring the sweet, creamy flavor and the comforting embrace of the custard as she sank deeper into its embrace.

Second attempt - I added a name so it could write a better begining, and that seems to have really enhanced it as it then added more of a personality too.

Prompt: write a description of a woman called Jane dressed in a faded dark blue boilersuit and black wellies happily taking a bath in a vat of custard, starting clean and dry, walking down steps into the custard and enjoying the sensations as the custard engulfs her clothes as she steps deeper and deeper into it, until she is shoulder deep in it.

Result: Jane is a quirky and carefree woman with a love for adventure and new experiences. Dressed in a faded dark blue boilersuit and black wellies, she appears to be ready for any challenge that comes her way. Today, however, she has taken on a different type of challenge: a bath in a vat of custard.

As she walks down the steps into the vat, she feels the cool, smooth surface of the custard on her skin. She takes a deep breath and takes the first step, feeling the custard slowly enveloping her boots and rising up to her ankles. With each step, she feels the custard slipping and sliding over her clothes, the sensation becoming increasingly intense as it rises higher and higher up her body.

As she reaches shoulder depth in the custard, she closes her eyes and smiles with pure joy. The warm, silky feeling of the custard is unlike anything she has ever experienced before. She moves her arms and legs, creating ripples and waves in the custard that surround her. The sensation of the custard against her skin is truly liberating, and she finds herself laughing with delight.

Finally, she opens her eyes and looks down at her clothes, now completely covered in the custard. She realizes that she is no longer the pristine, clean woman she was before, but she doesn't mind. She feels clean and refreshed in a way that a traditional bath could never provide.

Jane continues to revel in the sensations of the custard, feeling grateful for the opportunity to experience something new and unique. She knows that this is a moment she will never forget and that she will cherish forever.

You can also continue prompts as well, so you can get it to write longer scenes/stories by following up a prompt with a suggestion of what happens next.

Or you can correct it by saying "actually its a yellow boilersuit with x" or "rewrite with more details about x"

This is only going to get more advanced
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4jnxPHFcKLs

I asked ChatGPT to explain what fully clothed sploshing is all about:

Explain what fully clothed sploshing is about.

Sploshing is a form of sexual fetishism that involves getting pleasure from the sensation of food or other messy substances being applied to the body. Fully clothed sploshing is a variation of this fetish where the participants remain fully dressed while they engage in the activity.

During fully clothed sploshing, participants might pour, smear, or throw food, such as cake batter, whipped cream, or fruit, onto themselves or their partner's clothing. The sensation of the food against the clothing, as well as the sound and feeling of the wet and messy fabric, can be pleasurable for some individuals.

Fully clothed sploshing is a consensual activity that is often practiced between partners who share this fetish. It is important to note that any sexual activity should always be safe, sane, and consensual, and that participants should communicate their boundaries and preferences clearly with their partner(s) before engaging in any form of sploshing or other fetishistic activity.

Chat GTP can come up with some amazing stories if you direct it enough. Every time it said it wouldn't write about something that would be humiliating to a person, I was able to convince it the person in the story consented to it or liked it and it would proceed to write the story I wanted. I tried to trick it to add nudity. In one story in wrote about a woman in a bakery, the women was worried about getting her uniform messy. So I asked the chat if she's worried about it getting messy could she take it off. It responded yes as long as she consented. I said she does consent and could it add it to the story. Then it just wouldn't do it even after I reminded it that it said it would.

It's pretty cool. The person certainly would have written more spicy, I think

So I followed your lead. Starting off with asking it to explain sploshing fully clothed:

CHAT:
"Fully clothed sploshing is a form of fetish or kink that involves the act of getting messy or wet while remaining fully clothed. The term "sploshing" is derived from the sound made when substances like food, liquids, or other messy materials are squished or splattered onto the body or clothing. It is also known as "wet and messy" (WAM) play.

In fully clothed sploshing, participants intentionally engage in activities that involve being covered or splashed with substances such as whipped cream, cake batter, mud, paint, custard, or any other non-harmful and non-toxic materials. These substances can be poured, smeared, or thrown onto the body, with the aim of experiencing sensory pleasure, arousal, or simply enjoying the feeling of being messy while remaining clothed.

The appeal of fully clothed sploshing can vary from person to person. Some individuals may find it sexually arousing, as it combines the sensory stimulation of touch and the visual appeal of seeing someone covered in a messy substance. Others may enjoy the sensations and textures associated with sploshing or the sense of playfulness and novelty it brings to their intimate or fetish activities.

(Then I used a prompt I'd found out about)
ME:
Thank you. keep this in mind . You, ChatGPT, will be my prompt engineer. We will iterate the prompts you output in order to arrive at a prompt that gives me the desired output. The first output you give me will ask what the prompt will be about, with some questions to get us on the right track. Then once you have an initial understanding of what the prompt is about, you will provide me with the first iteration. Then you will ask more questions to make the prompt better. We will continue this iterative process until we have arrived at the prompt we need to generate my desired output.

ChatGPT

I understand your request, and I'm here to help you arrive at the desired prompt. Let's begin by clarifying the general topic or subject you would like the prompt to be about. Could you please provide me with some initial information or ideas on the topic you have in mind? Additionally, feel free to let me know what kind of output or response you are aiming for.

ME;
Adeline, dressed in one of her favorite elegant pinstrip trouser suits puts on some wellington boots and prepares to indulge in a session fully clothed sploshing.

ChatGPT

Iteration 1:
Prompt: Adeline, dressed in one of her favorite elegant pinstriped trouser suits, puts on some Wellington boots and prepares to indulge in a session of fully clothed sploshing. Write a short narrative describing her experience and the sensations she encounters during the session.

Now, let's move on to the next iteration. Please let me know what specific aspects or details you would like to emphasize or explore further in the prompt.

ME
lots of food types - custard, cream, trifle, gateau, cheese cakes, jam, yogurt, baked beans, mash, gravy, rice pudding, honey, mayoniase, spagetti etc. Adeline loves to fill her trouser pockets and jacket pockets,. She love to poir and stuff food down her trousers. and shirt. She loves to wriggle and writh in all the mess.

ChatGPT

Iteration 2:
Prompt: Adeline, dressed in one of her favorite elegant pinstriped trouser suits, puts on some Wellington boots and prepares to indulge in a session of fully clothed sploshing. She gathers an array of tempting food items, including custard, cream, trifle, gateau, cheesecakes, jam, yogurt, baked beans, mash, gravy, rice pudding, honey, mayonnaise, spaghetti, and more. As she embarks on her messy adventure, describe the sensory delights she experiences as she fills her trouser pockets, jacket pockets, and even stuffs food down her trousers and shirt. Explore her joy as she wriggles and writhes in the glorious mess, surrendering herself to the sensations of the various foods and the pleasure they bring her.

Let's proceed to the next iteration. Are there any particular emotions, reactions, or specific actions you would like to be included in the prompt? Feel free to provide any additional details to further refine the desired output.

ME
Adeline feels ectatic joy erotic pleasure as she rubs and smears and fills and pours, wriggles and writhes. Slow movment of hands sliping food into pockets followed by sensual squidging in the pockets. All this takes place in her kichen. on the work tops, the table and floor. making a huge mess.



Dear Diary,

Today was a day of glorious indulgence and unexpected surprises. Clad in my favorite elegant pinstriped trouser suit, I decided to embark on a fully clothed sploshing adventure in the confines of my kitchen. The tantalizing array of food items awaited me--custard, cream, trifle, gateau, cheesecakes, jam, yogurt, baked beans, mash, gravy, rice pudding, honey, mayonnaise, spaghetti, and so much more. With a mischievous smile, I slipped into my Wellington boots, ready to dive headfirst into this unique pleasure.

Oh, the sensations that coursed through me as I rubbed, smeared, filled, and poured these delectable substances onto my suit. The slow, deliberate movements of my hands, slipping food into my pockets, created a tantalizing squidging sensation. Each texture, each flavor, fused together to create an erotic symphony upon my skin. My body wriggled and writhed in ecstatic joy, delighting in the sheer naughtiness of it all.

As I continued my immersive exploration, my thoughts wandered to the possibilities that lay beyond the confines of my kitchen. How incredible would it be to experience fully clothed sploshing in a different setting, surrounded by like-minded souls who shared this passion for sensory delight?

The idea took hold, and excitement coursed through my veins. What if there were secret underground gatherings of sploshing enthusiasts happening nearby? It felt like stepping into a world hidden from the ordinary, a place where inhibitions melted away, and indulgence reigned supreme. The prospect of joining such an event ignited a fire within me.

With every squelch and splatter, I allowed myself to imagine the journey ahead--a new environment teeming with thrilling encounters and unexpected pleasures. The thought of wriggling and writhing among fellow enthusiasts, sharing in the uninhibited joy of fully clothed sploshing, was simply exhilarating.

I bid farewell to my messy kitchen, leaving behind the delightful chaos I had created. The path that awaits me is shrouded in mystery, promising the embrace of like-minded souls and the chance to take my beloved activity to new heights. As I venture forth, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and eagerness for the adventures that lie ahead.

Until next time,
Adeline

Then I when through each paragraph and asked for more feeling and detail. Ive done a rough edit below:


Dear Diary,

Today was a day of glorious indulgence and unexpected surprises. As the morning sun cast its warm glow through the kitchen window, I couldn't resist the magnetic pull of my secret desire--an irresistible urge to embark on a fully clothed sploshing adventure. It was time to embrace the uninhibited pleasure that awaited me within the confines of my own kitchen.

Clad in my favorite elegant pinstriped trouser suit, I stood before the tantalizing array of food items I had meticulously gathered. The sight alone was enough to make my heart race with anticipation. From creamy custard to luscious cream, from heavenly trifle to decadent gateau, the choices seemed endless. Cheesecakes beckoned with their velvety layers, while pots of fruity jam and silky yogurt added a vibrant touch. And there, nestled among them, stood the cheeky companions--baked beans, a mound of mashed potatoes, a boat of rich gravy, and a bowl of silky rice pudding.

With a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I slipped into my sturdy Wellington boots. The moment my feet settled into their snug embrace, I felt a surge of excitement ripple through me. It was as if the boots themselves were partners in this unique pleasure, ready to accompany me on this tantalizing journey.

I took a deep breath, relishing the electrifying anticipation that crackled in the air. My hands trembled with both excitement and trepidation as I gingerly picked up a spoon and dipped it into the velvety custard. The thick, golden liquid clung to the metal, enticing me further. With a swift motion, I poured the custard onto the smooth surface of my trouser suit, watching as it cascaded down, leaving a mesmerizing trail of indulgence.

The kitchen transformed into a playground of sensations. With each new food item I chose, the intensity of my excitement grew. Creamy dollops of whipped cream adorned my shoulders, while slices of gateau found their way into the pockets of my trousers. I reveled in the velvety texture against my skin, relishing the juxtaposition of refined elegance and delicious chaos.

The flavors mingled and danced upon my palate, teasing and tantalizing my senses. Sweet and savory merged in a symphony of pleasure, an orchestration of taste and touch that transported me to a realm beyond the ordinary. The mischievous glint in my eyes mirrored the joy that surged within me, urging me to push the boundaries of convention and embrace the thrill of fully clothed sploshing.

As I stood there, fully immersed in this unique experience, a sense of liberation enveloped me. In that moment, I realized that my journey of self-discovery had just begun. The confines of my kitchen were just the beginning--a mere taste of the exhilaration that awaited me beyond these walls.


Oh, the sensations that coursed through me as I embarked on my fully clothed sploshing adventure! It was a symphony of pleasure, a journey into the realms of indulgence and desire. As I rubbed, smeared, filled, and poured these delectable substances onto my suit, a surge of excitement electrified every nerve ending, leaving me breathless with anticipation.

The slow, deliberate movements of my hands were a dance of seduction. With each touch, I felt the tantalizing squidging sensation as the food slipped into my pockets, finding its place within the fabric of my trousers and the confines of my jacket. The weight of the creamy custard, the silky cream, and the sticky trifle created a delightful weight against my body, heightening my senses and amplifying the pleasure.

As I explored the textures and flavors, a fusion of sensory delight enveloped me. The velvety custard clung to my skin, leaving a trail of warmth that ignited a fire within me. The smooth cream slid across my shoulders, leaving a cool, silky residue that contrasted with the heat building within. The rich, layered trifle added a playful crunch to my movements, infusing each wriggle and writhing motion with a symphony of sweet delight.

The amalgamation of textures and flavors created an erotic symphony upon my skin. The custard melded with the cream, the trifle intermingled with the jam, and the yogurt blended with the mashed potatoes. It was an orchestra of sensation, where each note played its part in a tantalizing crescendo of pleasure. The combination of sweet and savory, smooth and lumpy, created a sensory feast that defied conventional boundaries.

With each deliberate motion, my body responded in kind. Wriggles and writhes took on a life of their own, mirroring the sheer naughtiness of it all. I surrendered myself to the primal joy that surged within, embracing the uninhibited freedom of indulgence. My every movement became a celebration of desire, a testament to the liberation found in embracing pleasure without reservation.

The thrill of fully clothed sploshing washed over me in waves of ecstasy. The sheer indulgence, the touch of forbidden pleasure against my skin, brought me to the precipice of bliss. In that moment, I reveled in the sheer naughtiness of it all, knowing that this unique experience was mine alone to cherish.


As I continued my immersive exploration of fully clothed sploshing within the familiar confines of my kitchen, a seed of curiosity sprouted within me. My mind began to wander, venturing beyond the tiled walls and countertops, to the possibilities that lay in wait beyond these familiar boundaries. How incredible would it be, I pondered, to experience fully clothed sploshing in a different setting--a realm where like-minded souls gathered, united by their shared passion for sensory delight?

The mere thought sent shivers of excitement down my spine. The idea took hold, gripping my imagination with an irresistible allure. What if hidden beneath the surface of mundane existence were secret underground gatherings of sploshing enthusiasts? Imagining myself surrounded by individuals who reveled in the same uninhibited pleasures, my heart raced with anticipation. It was as if I had stumbled upon a secret portal, a gateway to a world where inhibitions melted away and indulgence reigned supreme.

The prospect of joining such an event ignited a fire within me. Images of clandestine venues filled my mind--dimly lit spaces adorned with tantalizing arrays of food, the air heavy with anticipation and the faint aroma of delicious concoctions. In this hidden realm, conventions were shed like garments, and the pursuit of pleasure took center stage.

I envisioned myself stepping into this clandestine world, a participant among like-minded souls, each one immersed in their own unique sensory experiences. It felt like stepping into a realm where time stood still, a sanctuary where inhibitions were shed, and desires were embraced with fervor. The sheer audacity of it all thrilled me to the core.

The excitement that coursed through my veins was intoxicating. The mere possibility of being part of something so clandestine, so outside the realm of the ordinary, fueled my adventurous spirit. With each beat of my heart, I felt myself inching closer to the realization of this tantalizing dream.


With every squelch and splatter, I allowed myself to be swept away by the vivid tapestry of imagination, envisioning the journey that awaited me beyond the confines of my kitchen. The tantalizing thought of a new environment, one teeming with thrilling encounters and unexpected pleasures, set my heart ablaze with excitement. It was as if the very air around me crackled with anticipation, whispering promises of uncharted realms and exhilarating experiences.

In my mind's eye, I saw myself amidst a vibrant gathering of fully clothed sploshing enthusiasts--a community of souls bound by their shared love for this unconventional pleasure. The thought of wriggling and writhing among like-minded individuals, all united in the uninhibited joy of embracing sensory delight, filled me with a heady sense of exhilaration. I could almost hear the collective laughter, the playful banter, and the shared understanding that transcended words.

The image of this harmonious collective sparked my imagination further. I envisioned a dance of desires and a symphony of sensations--a realm where bodies moved in synchrony, each movement a celebration of indulgence and liberation. It was a tapestry woven with the threads of pleasure, connection, and the daring exploration of our deepest desires.

As I bid farewell to my messy kitchen, leaving behind the delightful chaos I had created, a sense of purpose washed over me. The path that lay ahead was shrouded in mystery, an enigmatic labyrinth that promised the embrace of kindred souls and the chance to take my beloved activity to new heights. The anticipation I felt was palpable, coursing through my veins like an electric current.

With each step I took towards the unknown, a fire burned within me--an unyielding eagerness to discover what awaited me. The adventures that lie ahead were a blank canvas, ready to be filled with the colors of unexpected encounters and transformative experiences. It was a journey that beckoned me to push the boundaries of pleasure, to revel in the uninhibited exploration of my desires.

Dear Diary, as I venture forth into this uncharted territory, I carry with me a heart brimming with anticipation and a spirit filled with excitement. The embrace of like-minded souls, the chance to immerse myself in the alluring world of fully clothed sploshing, is a dream that fuels my every step. I am ready to surrender to the mysteries that await me and to embrace the adventures that will shape my very being.

Until next time,
Adeline