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"Arachn-Enhanced: The Curious Case of Jessica's Cakealicious Transformation"

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It was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon when my best friend, Jerry, decided to show up at my door dressed in a snug, web-patterned bodysuit that left very little to the imagination. Needless to say, when I opened the door to find a voluptuous redhead with curves for days standing on my porch, I did what any sensible person would do: I choked on my smoothie.

“Are you okay? Don’t die on me!” Jerry’s voice, albeit slightly higher-pitched now, brought me back to reality.

“J-Jerry, is that you?” I stammered, wide-eyed.

He sighed, adjusting the ridiculously tight suit that left no mystery to his new feminine assets. “Yes, it’s me. The spider didn’t just give me powers, it gave me... let's call them 'enhancements.'”

“You mean it gave you a whole new... everything!” I said, pointing at his—well, her, for now—imposing chest and ample derriere.

“Yes, and I’m not exactly thrilled about it, but what could I do? The hospital wouldn’t refund me, because, you know, no receipts for radioactive spider bites.”

“You mean you didn’t ask for store credit?” I quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Jerry let out a small laugh. “Very funny. Now I’m stuck as Jessica instead of Jerry, but at least I can climb walls and shoot webs out of my hands. Small victories, right?”

I couldn’t help but notice that every time he—she—moved, it was like watching a slo-mo scene from a Baywatch episode. “And, uh, the suit? I have to say, it really… brings out your best features.”

Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you’re thinking. And thank you for not staring directly at my boobs while saying that.”

“Was not! Not... intentionally. Anyway, you might want to be aware of some, uh, feedback I’ve seen online,” I said, pulling out my phone. “You’ve become quite the internet sensation. Check this out.”

“‘Damn, I’d let her sit on my face.’ Seriously?” Jerry groaned.

“It gets better. ‘Spider with the dump truck booty.’ And my favorite, ‘I want a piece of that cake.’”

Jerry facepalmed. It’s weird watching a redheaded bombshell make that kind of gesture. “I’m a superhero, not a model for butt implants. Why do they focus on... that?”

“Well, you do have superpowers,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “And your rear end does, uh, defy gravity. It’s like an anti-matter black hole—pulls everyone's attention.”

Jerry sighed. “Great, I get awesome powers but end up as the superhero equivalent of a thirst trap. Just my luck.”

“Hey, look on the bright side,” I chuckled. “At least you won’t have to worry about catcalling anymore. Now you get to be on the receiving end.”

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned. “The other day, a guy actually shouted, ‘Hey, Spider-lady, wanna tangle in my web?’ I nearly webbed him to a lamppost.”

“You should’ve! Anyway, at least the suit looks good. Makes your—”

“If you say ‘ass,’ I will web you to your own couch.”

I raised both hands in surrender. “Right, watching my words. Seriously though, Jerry, you’re still my best friend, no matter how much, um, cake you’ve got. Plus, you get to save the city and look good doing it.”

Jerry—or Jessica, whatever—smirked. “Yeah, I guess there’s that. But if one more headline refers to my ‘cakealicious ass cheeks,’ I might start throwing people off buildings.”

We both laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration for how Jerry was handling this transformation. For a guy-turned-girl with an online fanbase drooling over his/her backside, he was holding it together pretty well.

“And hey,” I added, “if you need a sidekick, I’m always here. I’d look pretty good in a body-hugging suit too, you know.”

Jerry looked at me, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Don’t push it. The world isn’t ready for two of us.”

We both burst out laughing, and for a moment, it felt like everything was normal. Well, as normal as life could be when your best friend was a sexy redheaded superheroine with a dump truck booty.

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.

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

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Prompt: Write a story with dialogue where My friend got bit by a radioactive spider. It gave him super powers but there was an unexpected side effect. Since the spider was a female spider it changed that part of his chromosomes and DNA as well making him a sexy redheaded woman with a huge sexy rear end and large bouncing boobs. He likes having powers but he doesn’t like being a chick. I guess its part of the sacrifice when you become a superhero. And I must say the suit really accentuates his figure it makes his ass look great. There has been some online comments talking about his new great ass in that suit, one headline said damn id let her sit on my face, another called him the spider with the dump truck booty and another said they want a piece of that cake referring to his cakealicious ass cheeks Don't tell his I said that he'll kick my ass.

Response: It was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon when my best friend, Jerry, decided to show up at my door dressed in a snug, web-patterned bodysuit that left very little to the imagination. Needless to say, when I opened the door to find a voluptuous redhead with curves for days standing on my porch, I did what any sensible person would do: I choked on my smoothie. “Are you okay? Don’t die on me!” Jerry’s voice, albeit slightly higher-pitched now, brought me back to reality. “J-Jerry, is that you?” I stammered, wide-eyed. He sighed, adjusting the ridiculously tight suit that left no mystery to his new feminine assets. “Yes, it’s me. The spider didn’t just give me powers, it gave me... let's call them 'enhancements.'” “You mean it gave you a whole new... everything!” I said, pointing at his—well, her, for now—imposing chest and ample derriere. “Yes, and I’m not exactly thrilled about it, but what could I do? The hospital wouldn’t refund me, because, you know, no receipts for radioactive spider bites.” “You mean you didn’t ask for store credit?” I quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Jerry let out a small laugh. “Very funny. Now I’m stuck as Jessica instead of Jerry, but at least I can climb walls and shoot webs out of my hands. Small victories, right?” I couldn’t help but notice that every time he—she—moved, it was like watching a slo-mo scene from a Baywatch episode. “And, uh, the suit? I have to say, it really… brings out your best features.” Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you’re thinking. And thank you for not staring directly at my boobs while saying that.” “Was not! Not... intentionally. Anyway, you might want to be aware of some, uh, feedback I’ve seen online,” I said, pulling out my phone. “You’ve become quite the internet sensation. Check this out.” “‘Damn, I’d let her sit on my face.’ Seriously?” Jerry groaned. “It gets better. ‘Spider with the dump truck booty.’ And my favorite, ‘I want a piece of that cake.’” Jerry facepalmed. It’s weird watching a redheaded bombshell make that kind of gesture. “I’m a superhero, not a model for butt implants. Why do they focus on... that?” “Well, you do have superpowers,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “And your rear end does, uh, defy gravity. It’s like an anti-matter black hole—pulls everyone's attention.” Jerry sighed. “Great, I get awesome powers but end up as the superhero equivalent of a thirst trap. Just my luck.” “Hey, look on the bright side,” I chuckled. “At least you won’t have to worry about catcalling anymore. Now you get to be on the receiving end.” “Don’t remind me,” he groaned. “The other day, a guy actually shouted, ‘Hey, Spider-lady, wanna tangle in my web?’ I nearly webbed him to a lamppost.” “You should’ve! Anyway, at least the suit looks good. Makes your—” “If you say ‘ass,’ I will web you to your own couch.” I raised both hands in surrender. “Right, watching my words. Seriously though, Jerry, you’re still my best friend, no matter how much, um, cake you’ve got. Plus, you get to save the city and look good doing it.” Jerry—or Jessica, whatever—smirked. “Yeah, I guess there’s that. But if one more headline refers to my ‘cakealicious ass cheeks,’ I might start throwing people off buildings.” We both laughed, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration for how Jerry was handling this transformation. For a guy-turned-girl with an online fanbase drooling over his/her backside, he was holding it together pretty well. “And hey,” I added, “if you need a sidekick, I’m always here. I’d look pretty good in a body-hugging suit too, you know.” Jerry looked at me, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Don’t push it. The world isn’t ready for two of us.” We both burst out laughing, and for a moment, it felt like everything was normal. Well, as normal as life could be when your best friend was a sexy redheaded superheroine with a dump truck booty.

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