"Bewildering Body Swaps: A Week in Mom's Shoes"
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Day 1: Monday
"Whoa!" exclaimed the eager man inside Mom’s body, glancing down at her endowed chest. "These are impressive! How does she even walk?"
"Mom's had years of practice, Mr. Johnson," I deadpanned, trying to keep the situation as impersonal as possible. We were in the kitchen, I was cooking pancakes and he was uncomfortably feeling my mother's body up. We were having a 'boys day' which involved playing video games and raiding my mother's fridge.
Day 2: Tuesday
My Tuesday 'Mom' was a hairy, middle-aged man named Doug who spent a little too much time admiring Mom's physique in the full-length mirror. "Man, she's a knockout," he crooned, swiveling and watching her hips sway.
"Bored of the view yet Doug?" I asked, over a heated game of chess. Somehow, Doug turned out to be a great chess opponent which genuinely distracted him from Mom's physical attributes. For that, I was grateful.
Day 3: Wednesday
Wednesday was the day a short, pudgy guy named Carl rented mom. How on earth that man's consciousness fit into her expansive bust, I had no idea!
His eyes widened when he saw Mom’s reflection, "Jeez, she's a beauty!"
"Had enough?" I asked, trying my best not to be annoyed. Mom’s magnetic darts board was the distraction for that day. It wasn’t chess, but it worked.
Day 4: Thursday
"Wow, these are massive!" 'Mom' said, holding her own chest up with a deep guttural laugh filling the room.
I cringed, not expecting the brash voice since I had made pancakes with the mild-mannered Mr. Johnson. This was Brock, a tall muscled man who was the bouncer at the local bar. Instead of letting him drool over mom’s body, I started a boxing match on our PS4 where he learned that his 'new' physique wasn't exactly built for fight simulations.
Day 5: Friday
"Your mother’s a stunner!" said a nerdy guy named Leonard.
"Thanks Leonard," I said, smirking with amusement as he tried walking in heels and ended up face-first on the carpet. That day we spent mostly laughing as Leonard attempted several activities, tripping and failing hilariously every time.
Day 6: Saturday
On Saturday, it was an older gentleman named Walter. Walter was very respectful and didn't misuse my mom's body. He did, however, have the best taste in classic movies and it was a pleasure to introduce him to Netflix and the home theater.
Day 7: Sunday
"Respect to your mom, her back must be made of steel!" Gerald wheezed on Sunday, trying to perform jumping jacks with mom's ample chest. We spent the day trading workout routines and I taught him yoga. Gerald turned out to be surprisingly resilient.
Despite the strangeness of the situation, there was a hilarity to it that couldn't be ignored. My beautiful, busty mother and the bewildering antics of her tenants certainly made for an unforgettable week.
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 lots of dialogue where My mother was known in town as the most busty and beautiful woman around. She had wide hips and had a mouthwatering bust that measured well beyond a D cup. When Money got tight for us, she did something crazy she signed up for this new app called SwapAPP it was an app where you could rent your body out and swap bodies with other people. My mom was one of the biggest sellers on the app. It was mostly pervy guys wanting to feel up her body. Many of the guys however I learn to have fun with. I try to find activities me and them can do for the day that doesn't just evolve around them feeling up my mom's chest and body. Write a story over 7 days about the seve guys who take over her body with dialogue make each day 3-5 paragraphs long.
Response: Day 1: Monday "Whoa!" exclaimed the eager man inside Mom’s body, glancing down at her endowed chest. "These are impressive! How does she even walk?" "Mom's had years of practice, Mr. Johnson," I deadpanned, trying to keep the situation as impersonal as possible. We were in the kitchen, I was cooking pancakes and he was uncomfortably feeling my mother's body up. We were having a 'boys day' which involved playing video games and raiding my mother's fridge. Day 2: Tuesday My Tuesday 'Mom' was a hairy, middle-aged man named Doug who spent a little too much time admiring Mom's physique in the full-length mirror. "Man, she's a knockout," he crooned, swiveling and watching her hips sway. "Bored of the view yet Doug?" I asked, over a heated game of chess. Somehow, Doug turned out to be a great chess opponent which genuinely distracted him from Mom's physical attributes. For that, I was grateful. Day 3: Wednesday Wednesday was the day a short, pudgy guy named Carl rented mom. How on earth that man's consciousness fit into her expansive bust, I had no idea! His eyes widened when he saw Mom’s reflection, "Jeez, she's a beauty!" "Had enough?" I asked, trying my best not to be annoyed. Mom’s magnetic darts board was the distraction for that day. It wasn’t chess, but it worked. Day 4: Thursday "Wow, these are massive!" 'Mom' said, holding her own chest up with a deep guttural laugh filling the room. I cringed, not expecting the brash voice since I had made pancakes with the mild-mannered Mr. Johnson. This was Brock, a tall muscled man who was the bouncer at the local bar. Instead of letting him drool over mom’s body, I started a boxing match on our PS4 where he learned that his 'new' physique wasn't exactly built for fight simulations. Day 5: Friday "Your mother’s a stunner!" said a nerdy guy named Leonard. "Thanks Leonard," I said, smirking with amusement as he tried walking in heels and ended up face-first on the carpet. That day we spent mostly laughing as Leonard attempted several activities, tripping and failing hilariously every time. Day 6: Saturday On Saturday, it was an older gentleman named Walter. Walter was very respectful and didn't misuse my mom's body. He did, however, have the best taste in classic movies and it was a pleasure to introduce him to Netflix and the home theater. Day 7: Sunday "Respect to your mom, her back must be made of steel!" Gerald wheezed on Sunday, trying to perform jumping jacks with mom's ample chest. We spent the day trading workout routines and I taught him yoga. Gerald turned out to be surprisingly resilient. Despite the strangeness of the situation, there was a hilarity to it that couldn't be ignored. My beautiful, busty mother and the bewildering antics of her tenants certainly made for an unforgettable week.
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