"Body-Swapping Shenanigans: The Mom Edition"
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Day One:
“Do you always greet your visitors like that?” my mother’s voice sounded, as it did everyday, heavy on both the sultry and the warm. But today it came from a man in a suit - Steve.
“Only when it's weirdos who have rented my mom's body,” I answered, gesturing for him to sit on the couch.
Steve grimaced and tried unsuccessfully to cross his new legs in a masculine way. "This feels...so strange."
Day Two:
Steve’s body invasion was soft compared to Gary's though. Gary was a seasoned body-swapper but he was not prepared for the busty confines of mom. "Son," he wheezed, hands gripping his new waist, "how does your mother get around with these... these things?"
“Mom’s a soldier. And a lady,” I defended stalwartly, guiding Gary to a chair where he continued to adjust himself, overwhelmed by the prominent features of his new host.
“You have no idea, kiddo,” Gary managed, patting my hand while trying to master the art of deep-breathing.
Day Three:
It was Wednesday when Max arrived, an ardent fan of my mom’s physical prowess. That day we picnicked in the park, tossing bread at pigeons whilst Max attempted to restrain his compulsive urge to...enjoy my mother’s body.
“So…” he stammered, “you’re okay with this?”
"Well, Max, I'd rather she swap bodies at SwapAPP than sell furniture off craigslist. The choice was quite simple.” I replied, grabbing the last sandwich before Max would commit to a diatribe against my perceived indifference.
Day Four:
Jerry was more of a homebody. "Your mom's garlic mashed potatoes recipe?" he asked hopefully, biting his lip in anticipation. “I reckon she stole that from my wife.”
“You can find out,” I challenged, pushing my seat back and cocking my eyebrow, “I'll do the dishes.”
Stuck between suspicion and laughter, Jerry began exploring the kitchen in my mom's body, inadvertently putting her culinary skills to test.
Day Five:
Jeff was the youngest of the lot, and the only body to parade my mom's assets flamboyantly. "The app promised the whole package," he nagged, flicking a lock of hair over his shoulder, "How does your mother get these curls?"
“Hair rollers. And six decades of experience. It’s not just her body you're renting, it's her time on earth." I told him as I handed over a fistful of rollers.
Jeff got to work tentatively, his fingers combing through the lengths of my mom's lush curls. We spent the rest of the day in front of the mirror, my mom's body undergoing transformations under Jeff's inexperienced hands.
“Welcome to the life of a fabulous woman,” I joked, as Jeff, in mom’s body and curls, frowned at the mirror.
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 5 days about the five guys who take over her body with dialogue make each day 3-5 paragraphs long.
Response: Day One: “Do you always greet your visitors like that?” my mother’s voice sounded, as it did everyday, heavy on both the sultry and the warm. But today it came from a man in a suit - Steve. “Only when it's weirdos who have rented my mom's body,” I answered, gesturing for him to sit on the couch. Steve grimaced and tried unsuccessfully to cross his new legs in a masculine way. "This feels...so strange." Day Two: Steve’s body invasion was soft compared to Gary's though. Gary was a seasoned body-swapper but he was not prepared for the busty confines of mom. "Son," he wheezed, hands gripping his new waist, "how does your mother get around with these... these things?" “Mom’s a soldier. And a lady,” I defended stalwartly, guiding Gary to a chair where he continued to adjust himself, overwhelmed by the prominent features of his new host. “You have no idea, kiddo,” Gary managed, patting my hand while trying to master the art of deep-breathing. Day Three: It was Wednesday when Max arrived, an ardent fan of my mom’s physical prowess. That day we picnicked in the park, tossing bread at pigeons whilst Max attempted to restrain his compulsive urge to...enjoy my mother’s body. “So…” he stammered, “you’re okay with this?” "Well, Max, I'd rather she swap bodies at SwapAPP than sell furniture off craigslist. The choice was quite simple.” I replied, grabbing the last sandwich before Max would commit to a diatribe against my perceived indifference. Day Four: Jerry was more of a homebody. "Your mom's garlic mashed potatoes recipe?" he asked hopefully, biting his lip in anticipation. “I reckon she stole that from my wife.” “You can find out,” I challenged, pushing my seat back and cocking my eyebrow, “I'll do the dishes.” Stuck between suspicion and laughter, Jerry began exploring the kitchen in my mom's body, inadvertently putting her culinary skills to test. Day Five: Jeff was the youngest of the lot, and the only body to parade my mom's assets flamboyantly. "The app promised the whole package," he nagged, flicking a lock of hair over his shoulder, "How does your mother get these curls?" “Hair rollers. And six decades of experience. It’s not just her body you're renting, it's her time on earth." I told him as I handed over a fistful of rollers. Jeff got to work tentatively, his fingers combing through the lengths of my mom's lush curls. We spent the rest of the day in front of the mirror, my mom's body undergoing transformations under Jeff's inexperienced hands. “Welcome to the life of a fabulous woman,” I joked, as Jeff, in mom’s body and curls, frowned at the mirror.
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