**Arachnophobia: A Superheroine's Web of Woes**
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**Spider's Web of Hilarity**
The morning sun penetrated through my dusty apartment blinds, but its warmth couldn't reach Erik, who sat on my couch with a scowl that could curdle milk. His once brown hair was now a flowing cascade of red, falling over his shoulders in waves worthy of a shampoo commercial. His new, curvy physique was squeezed into a form-fitting superhero suit, accentuating every curve—whether he liked it or not.
"Can you believe this, Ben?" Erik's voice was a blend of irritation and femininity. "All I did was try to help an old lady cross the street, and now I have an inbox full of marriage proposals and some very questionable cake memes."
I stifled a laugh. "So the spider, it bit you, and then—"
"And then, poof! Welcome to Curvesville," Erik interrupted. He stood up, hands on his hips, clearly demonstrating both his frustration and his newly acquired hips.
"But hey, you have powers! You can climb walls and shoot webs, right? That's got to be cool," I said, attempting to look on the bright side.
"Climbing walls is great, but trying to fit these—" He gestured towards his generously endowed chest, "—into a sweatshirt without making a scene is a nightmare."
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Come on, Erik—"
"It's Erica now," he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Erica?" I nearly choked. "Okay, Erica—look at the upside! You've got a chance to redefine what it means to be a superhero!"
"Ben," Erica said flatly, "Explain that to the twelve-year-old who yelled 'Hey, Spider-Booty!' at me while I was saving his cat."
"Speaking of which—" I pulled out my phone, scrolling hurriedly to show Erica a set of headlines. "'Damn, I'd let her sit on my face,' 'the spider with the dump truck booty,' and my personal favorite—'I want a piece of that cake.'"
Erica snatched the phone out of my hand, her eyes widening in horror. "Who is writing these?!"
"Internet trolls. You know how they are," I said, trying to ease the tension. "But some of these are actually quite creative. Spider-booty? That's gold."
"I didn't sign up for this," Erica groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I wanted to help people, not become a meme!"
I walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, there's a learning curve. Maybe this is just part of the superhero gig. Every hero has their quirk, remember? Spider-Man gets called 'Insect boy' and 'Web-head' all the time."
Erica sighed deeply. "Except those don't involve a commentary on whoever-he-is's rear end or bouncing boobs!"
"On the bright side," I offered, "the suit really does make your figure look... great."
"If I hear one more comment about my ass, I will web you to the ceiling," Erica snapped, playfully pushing me away.
"Too late!" I said, backing away with exaggerated caution. "But seriously, you look amazing—you’re saving lives, and you're more fabulous than ever. Would you rather have stayed as Erik, the guy who tripped over his own feet and couldn't parallel park?"
"I suppose it’s better than that," Erica conceded, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"And remember," I added, "You may be dealing with some... unexpected side effects but you're still my best friend, superhero powers or not. Now, let's go find some baggy clothes and figure out your new superpowers. Maybe I can get a headline: 'Best Friend Helps Spider-Butt Save the Day.'"
"You’re an idiot," Erica laughed, finally standing taller, despite the added gravity on her chest.
"An idiot who will never complain about your new figure again," I said, hands up in surrender.
And with that, we stepped out into the world, ready to face whatever meme-worthy challenges awaited us—boobs, booty, and all.
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.
AI Prompts
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: **Spider's Web of Hilarity** The morning sun penetrated through my dusty apartment blinds, but its warmth couldn't reach Erik, who sat on my couch with a scowl that could curdle milk. His once brown hair was now a flowing cascade of red, falling over his shoulders in waves worthy of a shampoo commercial. His new, curvy physique was squeezed into a form-fitting superhero suit, accentuating every curve—whether he liked it or not. "Can you believe this, Ben?" Erik's voice was a blend of irritation and femininity. "All I did was try to help an old lady cross the street, and now I have an inbox full of marriage proposals and some very questionable cake memes." I stifled a laugh. "So the spider, it bit you, and then—" "And then, poof! Welcome to Curvesville," Erik interrupted. He stood up, hands on his hips, clearly demonstrating both his frustration and his newly acquired hips. "But hey, you have powers! You can climb walls and shoot webs, right? That's got to be cool," I said, attempting to look on the bright side. "Climbing walls is great, but trying to fit these—" He gestured towards his generously endowed chest, "—into a sweatshirt without making a scene is a nightmare." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Come on, Erik—" "It's Erica now," he mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Erica?" I nearly choked. "Okay, Erica—look at the upside! You've got a chance to redefine what it means to be a superhero!" "Ben," Erica said flatly, "Explain that to the twelve-year-old who yelled 'Hey, Spider-Booty!' at me while I was saving his cat." "Speaking of which—" I pulled out my phone, scrolling hurriedly to show Erica a set of headlines. "'Damn, I'd let her sit on my face,' 'the spider with the dump truck booty,' and my personal favorite—'I want a piece of that cake.'" Erica snatched the phone out of my hand, her eyes widening in horror. "Who is writing these?!" "Internet trolls. You know how they are," I said, trying to ease the tension. "But some of these are actually quite creative. Spider-booty? That's gold." "I didn't sign up for this," Erica groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I wanted to help people, not become a meme!" I walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, there's a learning curve. Maybe this is just part of the superhero gig. Every hero has their quirk, remember? Spider-Man gets called 'Insect boy' and 'Web-head' all the time." Erica sighed deeply. "Except those don't involve a commentary on whoever-he-is's rear end or bouncing boobs!" "On the bright side," I offered, "the suit really does make your figure look... great." "If I hear one more comment about my ass, I will web you to the ceiling," Erica snapped, playfully pushing me away. "Too late!" I said, backing away with exaggerated caution. "But seriously, you look amazing—you’re saving lives, and you're more fabulous than ever. Would you rather have stayed as Erik, the guy who tripped over his own feet and couldn't parallel park?" "I suppose it’s better than that," Erica conceded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "And remember," I added, "You may be dealing with some... unexpected side effects but you're still my best friend, superhero powers or not. Now, let's go find some baggy clothes and figure out your new superpowers. Maybe I can get a headline: 'Best Friend Helps Spider-Butt Save the Day.'" "You’re an idiot," Erica laughed, finally standing taller, despite the added gravity on her chest. "An idiot who will never complain about your new figure again," I said, hands up in surrender. And with that, we stepped out into the world, ready to face whatever meme-worthy challenges awaited us—boobs, booty, and all.
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