"Basketball, Bikinis, and Body Swaps: A Playful Poolside Prank"
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Jim stood by the edge of the pool, clutching his shiny new reality device with a grin that stretched wider than the Grand Canyon. He spotted his buddy, Tom, lounging on a deck chair, oblivious to the mischief about to unfold.
Jim activated the device, and with a twist of a dial and a press of a button, zapped Tom with the image of a girl in a pink bikini he had seen earlier. Instantly, reality bent to Jim’s whims.
Tom’s body morphed gracefully, like a scene out of a sci-fi flick. Before Jim knew it, his best friend stood there, transformed into a stunning brunette with impressive—well, let’s just say Tom now had an impressive front-end alignment.
“Hey, Tom!” Jim called out, stifling a snicker.
Tom, now Tanya in physical form but mentally still Tom, looked up with a carefree smile. “Yo, Jim! What’s up?”
Jim sauntered over, biting the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing. “You wanna play some one-on-one basketball, Tanya?”
Tanya’s—er, Tom’s eyes sparkled. “Dude, I’d love to! Although, gotta admit, these are quite the heavy load.” He motioned to his chest as if discussing a cumbersome backpack.
Jim handed a basketball to Tanya, who caught it effortlessly. "You think you can still beat me?" Jim asked, feigning pure curiosity.
Tanya chuckled. “Buddy, I'll beat you with one hand tied behind my back and these—” Tom motioned again at his chest, “—on full display."
The friends trotted to the nearest basketball court, Tanya’s new assets bouncing enthusiastically. They earned a round of stares from sunbathers and swimmers but ignored them. Jim was dying to see if Tom's skills were still intact.
They started the game, and much to Jim’s chagrin, Tanya’s movements were smooth, calculated, and ruthless. Even with the added, ahem, bounty, Tom was clearly still at the top of his game. Tanya sank three-pointers with precision, dribbled expertly, and even pulled a flawless crossover that left Jim spinning in confusion.
Mid-game, Jim had to ask, “How are you this good even now?”
Tanya wiped sweat off her brow, which Jim found ridiculously distracting when accompanied by her bouncing attributes. “Jim, skills are skills! Besides, these—” She pointed again to her chest, “—are just God’s way of giving you a handicap.”
Jim panted, hands on his knees, as he tried to regroup. “Alright, alright. You win. Again.”
Tanya held out a hand to help Jim up. “Don’t feel bad, old sport. Just means you'll have to practice more. Maybe next time I can try playing in heels to make it fair?”
Jim rolled his eyes but laughed. He turned off the reality device, reverting Tanya back to Tom. Tom blinked a few times, dazed by the sudden shift.
“What just happened? Did I black out?” Tom rubbed his temple.
“Nah,” Jim said, pocketing the reality device with a wink. “Just another day at the pool with your best buddy.”
Tom peered at the scoreboard, still reading their most recent scores. “Did I win again?”
Jim sighed dramatically. “Yes, Tom. Even with a bit of…let’s say, extra baggage, you still mopped the floor with me.”
Tom clapped Jim on the back. “Better luck next time, Jimbo. Maybe try zapping me into someone who’s already terrible at basketball?”
As they both shared a laugh, Jim knew one thing for sure: Tom would always be the better basketball player, no matter the body or the bust involved.
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 story with dialogue Bringing my reality device to the pool probably wasn’t the best idea, but I couldn’t resist. I decided to zap my buddy with a busty girl I spotted in a pink bikini. He’s acting likes he’s always been that way, he still thinks and behaves like a guy but he believes he was always a busty woman, even the photos on his phone changed their was one of us on our basketball team we stood next to each other but now the phot had the busty babe standing next to me in our uniform's the Wildcats text on the front of the jersey warped by his massive tits. He was always the better basketball player than me I wonder if he still is even in his new 5'5 36 DD and wide hipped body with and ass to match, if he still was better than me. Me I should ask him to play one on one with me.
Response: Jim stood by the edge of the pool, clutching his shiny new reality device with a grin that stretched wider than the Grand Canyon. He spotted his buddy, Tom, lounging on a deck chair, oblivious to the mischief about to unfold. Jim activated the device, and with a twist of a dial and a press of a button, zapped Tom with the image of a girl in a pink bikini he had seen earlier. Instantly, reality bent to Jim’s whims. Tom’s body morphed gracefully, like a scene out of a sci-fi flick. Before Jim knew it, his best friend stood there, transformed into a stunning brunette with impressive—well, let’s just say Tom now had an impressive front-end alignment. “Hey, Tom!” Jim called out, stifling a snicker. Tom, now Tanya in physical form but mentally still Tom, looked up with a carefree smile. “Yo, Jim! What’s up?” Jim sauntered over, biting the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing. “You wanna play some one-on-one basketball, Tanya?” Tanya’s—er, Tom’s eyes sparkled. “Dude, I’d love to! Although, gotta admit, these are quite the heavy load.” He motioned to his chest as if discussing a cumbersome backpack. Jim handed a basketball to Tanya, who caught it effortlessly. "You think you can still beat me?" Jim asked, feigning pure curiosity. Tanya chuckled. “Buddy, I'll beat you with one hand tied behind my back and these—” Tom motioned again at his chest, “—on full display." The friends trotted to the nearest basketball court, Tanya’s new assets bouncing enthusiastically. They earned a round of stares from sunbathers and swimmers but ignored them. Jim was dying to see if Tom's skills were still intact. They started the game, and much to Jim’s chagrin, Tanya’s movements were smooth, calculated, and ruthless. Even with the added, ahem, bounty, Tom was clearly still at the top of his game. Tanya sank three-pointers with precision, dribbled expertly, and even pulled a flawless crossover that left Jim spinning in confusion. Mid-game, Jim had to ask, “How are you this good even now?” Tanya wiped sweat off her brow, which Jim found ridiculously distracting when accompanied by her bouncing attributes. “Jim, skills are skills! Besides, these—” She pointed again to her chest, “—are just God’s way of giving you a handicap.” Jim panted, hands on his knees, as he tried to regroup. “Alright, alright. You win. Again.” Tanya held out a hand to help Jim up. “Don’t feel bad, old sport. Just means you'll have to practice more. Maybe next time I can try playing in heels to make it fair?” Jim rolled his eyes but laughed. He turned off the reality device, reverting Tanya back to Tom. Tom blinked a few times, dazed by the sudden shift. “What just happened? Did I black out?” Tom rubbed his temple. “Nah,” Jim said, pocketing the reality device with a wink. “Just another day at the pool with your best buddy.” Tom peered at the scoreboard, still reading their most recent scores. “Did I win again?” Jim sighed dramatically. “Yes, Tom. Even with a bit of…let’s say, extra baggage, you still mopped the floor with me.” Tom clapped Jim on the back. “Better luck next time, Jimbo. Maybe try zapping me into someone who’s already terrible at basketball?” As they both shared a laugh, Jim knew one thing for sure: Tom would always be the better basketball player, no matter the body or the bust involved.
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