A Bumpy Ride
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Title: A Bumpy Ride
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“You’re not gonna believe this,” I said, pacing the bedroom. “You… you idiot.”
My brother, Ryan, now occupying our stepmom’s body, was too busy inspecting his new assets in the mirror to respond. “Wow, these are… wow.”
“Ryan, focus!” I snapped, clicking my fingers. "How on earth did you manage this?"
Ryan turned around, giving himself a good squeeze. “I don’t know! One minute I'm trying that weird potion from the wizard at the flea market. The next... ta-da!” He gestured to his—uh, well, her—voluptuous new frame.
I picked up the empty potion bottle from the floor, groaned, and buried my face in my hands. “You. Are. Unbelievable.”
Just then, the front door clicked open, followed by the booming voice of my dad, “Honey, I’m home!”
Ryan’s eyes went wide with panic. “Oh no, what do I do?”
“He’s your husband now, figure it out!” I whispered, cackling silently as I darted for the door.
Dad entered the room, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a goofy smile plastered across his face. “There you are, sweetie.”
Ryan blanked out for a millisecond before attempting the worst feminine voice I’ve ever heard. “Oh, uh, hi… darling?”
Dad’s smile grew wider. “You’re trying something new? I like it!” He approached Ryan, placing his hand firmly on “Mom’s” curvy behind and giving it a friendly squeeze. “How was your day?”
Ryan’s eyes were a mix of horror and confusion. “It was… bouncy?”
“Glad to hear it,” Dad said, pecking Ryan on the cheek. “Ready for our date night?”
I stifled a laugh behind the door. This was gold.
Ryan shot me a murderous look as I peeked in, then had no choice but to follow Dad out to the car. “Date night?” he mouthed to me.
I shrugged. “Enjoy,” I whispered before closing the door, losing myself to laughter.
Hours later, I was glued to the couch, eagerly anticipating their return. The door finally creaked open, and there was Ryan, stepmom body swaying unsteadily.
“Heyyyy…” he slurred, clearly plastered.
“How was… the date?” I grinned.
“Oh my gahd, you won’t believe how many free drinks I got because of THESE!” He, er, she wobbled towards me, attempting to gesture at their bust and nearly toppling over.
Dad followed in, equally buzzed but beaming. “Best date night ever,” he proclaimed, before hiccuping and ambling up to bed.
Ryan flopped onto the couch beside me, staring at his chest in drunken fascination. “Did you know they jiggle when you laugh?”
“Oh, I’ve noticed,” I said, still grinning.
Ryan grabbed my collar with a surprising amount of force. “Fix. This. Now.”
I pushed his hand away, leaning back comfortably. “I think I’ll wait until tomorrow. You and Dad seemed to have hit it off.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Ryan growled, somehow managing to make that sound intimidating in his high-pitched voice.
“Watch me,” I replied, getting up and stretching. “By the way, you might want to change into something more… comfortable.”
He glanced down at the tight dress he was still wearing, then groaned. “This is going to be the worst night of my life.”
I headed to my room, leaving him to fumble with the unfamiliar clasps and zippers. “Hey, Ryan,” I called back with a smirk.
“What now?”
“Sweet dreams, sis!” I cracked up as I closed the door, already scripting tomorrow’s follow-up prank in my head.
And so, with a drunken father thinking he’d had the best date ever, and a distraught brother coming to grips with his predicament, I climbed into bed, content with today’s chaos. Ryan sure was in for a “busty” adventure.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a body swap story with dialogue where my brother swaps bodies with our hot, busty, and curvy step mom. He can't stop feeling himself up until our dad comes home and treats him like he is her and puts his hand on his ass and kisses his cheek. I laugh and he demands I swap him back but I think I'll wait until tomorrow because he and dad have a date night tonight. When they came home from their date my brother was super drunk in a full blown conversation with dad about his new boobs.
Response: Title: A Bumpy Ride --- “You’re not gonna believe this,” I said, pacing the bedroom. “You… you idiot.” My brother, Ryan, now occupying our stepmom’s body, was too busy inspecting his new assets in the mirror to respond. “Wow, these are… wow.” “Ryan, focus!” I snapped, clicking my fingers. "How on earth did you manage this?" Ryan turned around, giving himself a good squeeze. “I don’t know! One minute I'm trying that weird potion from the wizard at the flea market. The next... ta-da!” He gestured to his—uh, well, her—voluptuous new frame. I picked up the empty potion bottle from the floor, groaned, and buried my face in my hands. “You. Are. Unbelievable.” Just then, the front door clicked open, followed by the booming voice of my dad, “Honey, I’m home!” Ryan’s eyes went wide with panic. “Oh no, what do I do?” “He’s your husband now, figure it out!” I whispered, cackling silently as I darted for the door. Dad entered the room, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a goofy smile plastered across his face. “There you are, sweetie.” Ryan blanked out for a millisecond before attempting the worst feminine voice I’ve ever heard. “Oh, uh, hi… darling?” Dad’s smile grew wider. “You’re trying something new? I like it!” He approached Ryan, placing his hand firmly on “Mom’s” curvy behind and giving it a friendly squeeze. “How was your day?” Ryan’s eyes were a mix of horror and confusion. “It was… bouncy?” “Glad to hear it,” Dad said, pecking Ryan on the cheek. “Ready for our date night?” I stifled a laugh behind the door. This was gold. Ryan shot me a murderous look as I peeked in, then had no choice but to follow Dad out to the car. “Date night?” he mouthed to me. I shrugged. “Enjoy,” I whispered before closing the door, losing myself to laughter. Hours later, I was glued to the couch, eagerly anticipating their return. The door finally creaked open, and there was Ryan, stepmom body swaying unsteadily. “Heyyyy…” he slurred, clearly plastered. “How was… the date?” I grinned. “Oh my gahd, you won’t believe how many free drinks I got because of THESE!” He, er, she wobbled towards me, attempting to gesture at their bust and nearly toppling over. Dad followed in, equally buzzed but beaming. “Best date night ever,” he proclaimed, before hiccuping and ambling up to bed. Ryan flopped onto the couch beside me, staring at his chest in drunken fascination. “Did you know they jiggle when you laugh?” “Oh, I’ve noticed,” I said, still grinning. Ryan grabbed my collar with a surprising amount of force. “Fix. This. Now.” I pushed his hand away, leaning back comfortably. “I think I’ll wait until tomorrow. You and Dad seemed to have hit it off.” “You wouldn’t dare,” Ryan growled, somehow managing to make that sound intimidating in his high-pitched voice. “Watch me,” I replied, getting up and stretching. “By the way, you might want to change into something more… comfortable.” He glanced down at the tight dress he was still wearing, then groaned. “This is going to be the worst night of my life.” I headed to my room, leaving him to fumble with the unfamiliar clasps and zippers. “Hey, Ryan,” I called back with a smirk. “What now?” “Sweet dreams, sis!” I cracked up as I closed the door, already scripting tomorrow’s follow-up prank in my head. And so, with a drunken father thinking he’d had the best date ever, and a distraught brother coming to grips with his predicament, I climbed into bed, content with today’s chaos. Ryan sure was in for a “busty” adventure.
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