"Body-Swap Fiasco: A Family Comedy of Jugs and Joysticks"
0 Points
0
Chapter 1: The Arrival
After spending a month away on vacation, I return home to utter chaos. Word on the street was that a laboratory glitch caused everyone in the city to flip-flop bodies. Incredulous, I shoot off a text to my family, hoping for some clarity. The replies come swiftly in all caps–mother, father, brother, even the dog–everyone had swapped bodies! A twinge of amusement twitches at my lips. I hit the accelerator, the desire to witness my family's mismatched existence grows stronger with every mile marker.
Chapter 2: The Encounter
As I pull up, my heart does a little somersault in my chest. Standing on the front porch is my mother, adorned in a low-cut green blouse that accentuates her bosom. An'tags slapdash-edly stuck onto her most prominent feature holds my brother's name, Brad. It takes a moment for the reality to hit me–my brother was now my mom!
Chapter 3: The Reveal
"Bro!" my bro-mom exclaims, his face contorted between confusion and amusement. "These jugs are no joke! Can we play video games now? I'm tired of her eyelashes getting in my eyes!"
With a chuckle, I ask him to lead the way, only to be greeted by what looks like the aftermath of a tornado. Clothes cover every surface; bras flung haphazardly, like confetti after a wild parade. Spotting the sledgehammer size bras, I can’t resist, “Bro, mom’s got the biggest bazookas in town, doesn't she?”
“She does! It’s like carrying a couple of bowling balls," he grumbles in response, and jogs in place for emphasis, jiggling wildly. That sight would haunt my dreams for years. But it wasn't as hilarious as his next disclosure–he had named the both of his newly re-homed breasts. Cue me, trying to stifle my laughter and failing miserably.
Chapter 4: The Game
Soon we sit down for a round of video gaming, a tradition that momentarily made me forget about the bizarre shenanigans. Alas! The sight of my bro-mom cursing at the screen while wrestling with a pair of manicured fingernails snapped me back to reality. With a sigh of defeat, he threw down the controller, frowning.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of surrealism, seeing the epitome feminine beauty mixed up with my brother’s gruff personality. I guess, in fairness, body-swapping did have an odd sense of charm to it. Plus, it made for quite a humorous tale to recount.
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 While I was away from home apparently a lab malfunction caused everyone in the city to swap bodies. I texted my family to see if they were ok. Luckily the all swapped with each other. I got home and saw my mom running over to hug me. She was wearing a low cut green blouse that showed off her insane cleavage, slapped onto her left boob is a nametag that says Brad with a smiley face next to his name. She looks at me and says bro I cant believe it I swapped bodies with mom. I knew right then that this wasn't my mother this was my brother Chris inhabiting her body. I laugh and roll my eyes slightly “let’s get upstairs and play some video games dude I haven’t played with you in awhile.” I smile at you “let’s head up to your room.” Once we get up there it’s a mess Bras are on the ground and moms clothes are thrown around your room. I was shocked to see just how big mom's bras were she had to have the biggest boobs in the neighborhood. Brad says "Oh sorry, don't mind the mess. I'm still getting used to moms clothes and im a visual learner. Helps to see it spread out like this." I kick a bra off the floor the bras looked absolutely massive, which made sense because they belong to mom. Brad does a spin I look down at moms big rack curiously and ask him how it feels to have her big boobs. He puts his video game controller down and paws at his great big chest with his manicured hands. He says they are heavy and get in the way, but they are fun to play with. He decided to jog in place to show me how bouncy they are. He also told me he named both of his boobs which made me laugh. He shimmy's his shoulders to shake them as well. Soon we continue our video game but Chris is thrown off by moms long manicured nails screwing him up that he gets annoyed and curses at his nails and complained that moms hair was getting in his face as well. It was strange sitting here playing video games with my mom but I had to look past this beautiful and curvy body and see my brother was now in control of it. I never knew my mom had such a hot body I never thought swapping my brother and mom could be so much fun.
Response: Chapter 1: The Arrival After spending a month away on vacation, I return home to utter chaos. Word on the street was that a laboratory glitch caused everyone in the city to flip-flop bodies. Incredulous, I shoot off a text to my family, hoping for some clarity. The replies come swiftly in all caps–mother, father, brother, even the dog–everyone had swapped bodies! A twinge of amusement twitches at my lips. I hit the accelerator, the desire to witness my family's mismatched existence grows stronger with every mile marker. Chapter 2: The Encounter As I pull up, my heart does a little somersault in my chest. Standing on the front porch is my mother, adorned in a low-cut green blouse that accentuates her bosom. An'tags slapdash-edly stuck onto her most prominent feature holds my brother's name, Brad. It takes a moment for the reality to hit me–my brother was now my mom! Chapter 3: The Reveal "Bro!" my bro-mom exclaims, his face contorted between confusion and amusement. "These jugs are no joke! Can we play video games now? I'm tired of her eyelashes getting in my eyes!" With a chuckle, I ask him to lead the way, only to be greeted by what looks like the aftermath of a tornado. Clothes cover every surface; bras flung haphazardly, like confetti after a wild parade. Spotting the sledgehammer size bras, I can’t resist, “Bro, mom’s got the biggest bazookas in town, doesn't she?” “She does! It’s like carrying a couple of bowling balls," he grumbles in response, and jogs in place for emphasis, jiggling wildly. That sight would haunt my dreams for years. But it wasn't as hilarious as his next disclosure–he had named the both of his newly re-homed breasts. Cue me, trying to stifle my laughter and failing miserably. Chapter 4: The Game Soon we sit down for a round of video gaming, a tradition that momentarily made me forget about the bizarre shenanigans. Alas! The sight of my bro-mom cursing at the screen while wrestling with a pair of manicured fingernails snapped me back to reality. With a sigh of defeat, he threw down the controller, frowning. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of surrealism, seeing the epitome feminine beauty mixed up with my brother’s gruff personality. I guess, in fairness, body-swapping did have an odd sense of charm to it. Plus, it made for quite a humorous tale to recount.
Post your own comment: