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"Romper Woes: Nicki Minaj's Backyard Bungle"

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Nicki Minaj had always been known for her bold style, her brilliant rhymes, and her striking silhouette. Lately, however, she’d been enjoying the sweeter side of life—literally. Cupcakes at midnight, stacks of syrupy waffles in the morning, and extra helpings of everything she craved. She reveled in every bite, but soon, her wardrobe began to send her signals: zippers strained, buttons threatened mutiny, and her signature leggings were suddenly a two-person job.

One sunny afternoon, Nicki decided to surprise her friend at the backyard pool party. She slipped on a hot pink romper—barely—and grabbed a tray of cookies for her grand entrance. The quickest way outside was through the kitchen and out the oversized doggy door she’d used a dozen times back when it was just *a little* tight. Today, though, as she tried to scoot through, she found herself caught at the hips, a perfect snapshot of perplexed glamour.

The cookies wobbled on her tray as she wriggled and squirmed. Her curves pressed against the frame, and no amount of wiggling helped. “Really?” she muttered, glancing down at the tight fabric bunched around her thighs. From inside, her laughter rang out, and from outside, the dogs barked in confusion.

Minutes later, her friend found her halfway through, stuck and giggling. With a few more laughs, a clever application of oil spray, and a handy neighbor, Nicki finally popped loose—her pride only slightly more bruised than her romper.

She adjusted her clothes, brushed the crumbs from her curls, and strutted into the party as if nothing had happened—because in true Nicki fashion, even a minor mishap was just another way to steal the show.

This story was generated by user alexander3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: Nicki Minaj weight gain. After she gains she gets stuck in a doggy door and unable to get unstuck. She also is barely fitting in her clothes,

Response: Nicki Minaj had always been known for her bold style, her brilliant rhymes, and her striking silhouette. Lately, however, she’d been enjoying the sweeter side of life—literally. Cupcakes at midnight, stacks of syrupy waffles in the morning, and extra helpings of everything she craved. She reveled in every bite, but soon, her wardrobe began to send her signals: zippers strained, buttons threatened mutiny, and her signature leggings were suddenly a two-person job. One sunny afternoon, Nicki decided to surprise her friend at the backyard pool party. She slipped on a hot pink romper—barely—and grabbed a tray of cookies for her grand entrance. The quickest way outside was through the kitchen and out the oversized doggy door she’d used a dozen times back when it was just *a little* tight. Today, though, as she tried to scoot through, she found herself caught at the hips, a perfect snapshot of perplexed glamour. The cookies wobbled on her tray as she wriggled and squirmed. Her curves pressed against the frame, and no amount of wiggling helped. “Really?” she muttered, glancing down at the tight fabric bunched around her thighs. From inside, her laughter rang out, and from outside, the dogs barked in confusion. Minutes later, her friend found her halfway through, stuck and giggling. With a few more laughs, a clever application of oil spray, and a handy neighbor, Nicki finally popped loose—her pride only slightly more bruised than her romper. She adjusted her clothes, brushed the crumbs from her curls, and strutted into the party as if nothing had happened—because in true Nicki fashion, even a minor mishap was just another way to steal the show.

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