"Bodyswap Shenanigans: Living My Breast Life"
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The moment I entered my childhood home, I suddenly felt like I’d trekked into a twisted humor-filled sitcom. There was my mom, dressed in her favorite green blouse that showed off her infamous cleavage, but wearing a nametag that said Marvin. She rushed over to me, hugging me with the energy and enthusiasm of my younger brother.
I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes. “Bro, I can’t believe it! I swapped bodies with mom!” Marvin shouted, gesturing to his new curvaceous body and putting his hands on mom's wide hips.
Apparently, one of my dad's crazy inventions had left my younger brother Marvin and my mom swapped. Mom (well, technically Marvin in mom's body) said she wanted me to hang out with him today, so I decided to take her—or him—to have some fun. But all our usual haunts suddenly felt more awkward thanks to mom's curvy body.
We ended up going to the mall, where Marvin decided to get some outfits that actually fit mom's body. As he headed into the women's room, he turned back and laughed. "Dude, I'm so not used to this. And what's with all the couches in here?"
I grinned. "Yeah, it's a different world in there. Good luck."
When Marvin came out, middle-aged women kept approaching him to chat. They shot him odd looks when he introduced himself as Marvin.
"Great to meet you, Marvin," one of the women said, eyeing his blouse. "Nice nails, by the way."
Marvin chuckled nervously and replied, "Oh, thanks! Yeah, they're pretty sick, right?"
The woman stared at him, clearly puzzled. The sight of a teenage boy's vernacular coming out of a mature woman's body was enough to make anyone do a double-take.
"Also," Marvin whined to me later, "mom's bladder is ridiculously small. I swear I've peed a million times today. And don't get me started on how hard it is to do in her body."
After finding some skinny jeans and a shirt with the Superman logo on it, Marvin examined himself in the mirror. The S was warped over mom's massive chest.
"Holy cow," Marvin laughed, "I think these boobs are more fit for Wonder Woman than Superman!" He tugged at the bra straps visible through the shirt. "But hey, the lettering warping is kinda cool."
We then headed to the movie theater to see the new action flick. Marvin used mom's card to buy popcorn and drinks, and the guy at the snack counter could barely understand what Marvin was saying because he was too busy staring at Marvin's rack, which made Marvin burst out laughing.
In the theater, it was surreal seeing "mom" so invested in an action movie, scarfing down popcorn. At one point, a popcorn kernel slipped into his cleavage.
"Dang it,” Marvin grumbled. He glanced at me and grinned. “Time for a rescue mission.” He plunged his hand down into his bra to retrieve it. "Peek-a-boob, well, I'm not calling rescue services for this one."
As the movie progressed, Marvin began to enjoy mom's body more, but he still felt top-heavy, frequently complaining about back pain.
When we finally headed back home, I couldn't help but think about how our real mom would react to some of the things Marvin (in her body) had done. Particularly, I worried about those concert tickets.
“Marv, you think mom’s gonna kill you when she finds out how much you spent today?”
Marvin grinned mischievously. “Well, what can I say? I’m living my breast life!”
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.
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Prompt: write a story from my swapped brothers perspective with dialogue where The moment I entered my childhood home, I suddenly felt like I’d trekked into a twisted humor-filled sitcom. There was my mom, dressed in her favorite green blouse that showed off her infamous cleavage, but wearing a nametag that said Marvin She rushed over to me, hugging me with the energy and enthusiasm of my younger brother. I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes when she - or rather, he - excitedly said, “Bro, I can’t believe it! I swapped bodies with mom!” He shouted as he gestured to his new curvaceous body and put his hands on moms wide hips. Apparently one of my dads crazy inventions had left my younger brother Marvin and my mom swapped. My mom said she wanted me to hangout with him today so I'm taking him to have some fun with him but all the places we usually go are more awkward now thanks to moms curvy body. We ended up going to the mall Where he wanted to get some outfits that fit moms body. He went to the women's room which was still something that made him laugh thinking about, he tells me how different the women's room is compared to the men's room. Middle aged women kept coming up to him to chat and would look at him oddly when he would introduce himself as Marvin since it was a guys name and he looked like a curvy middle aged woman. Another woman came up to him and complimented his nails, she was confused when he used his normal teenage guy vernacular to describe his nails as sick and awesome. He also complains at how small moms bladder is and how hard it is to pee as her. He found some skinny jeans and a shirt with the superman logo on it the S being warped completely by moms big boobs which were more fit for wonder woman than superman and I could see her bra straps through the shirt as well. he liked where the lettering was warped by moms massive chest. we went to the movie theater to see the new action movie that was coming out. Marvin used moms card to pay for the popcorn and drinks. The guy at the snack counter at the movies could barely understand what Marvin was saying since he was to busy staring at Marvins rack which mace him laugh. We got to our seats and it was weird seeing mom so invested on an action movie like Marvin was while he was eating popcorn one of the popcorns fell down into his cleavage, he looked at me and decided to do a rescue mission for the popcorn as he dug deep down into his bra to get it out. After awhile he began to enjoy moms body more but he still felt top heavy and he complained that his back hurt often. When we get back I'm sure moms not going to like some of the expensive purchases he made especially those concert tickets.
Response: The moment I entered my childhood home, I suddenly felt like I’d trekked into a twisted humor-filled sitcom. There was my mom, dressed in her favorite green blouse that showed off her infamous cleavage, but wearing a nametag that said Marvin. She rushed over to me, hugging me with the energy and enthusiasm of my younger brother. I couldn’t help but laugh and roll my eyes. “Bro, I can’t believe it! I swapped bodies with mom!” Marvin shouted, gesturing to his new curvaceous body and putting his hands on mom's wide hips. Apparently, one of my dad's crazy inventions had left my younger brother Marvin and my mom swapped. Mom (well, technically Marvin in mom's body) said she wanted me to hang out with him today, so I decided to take her—or him—to have some fun. But all our usual haunts suddenly felt more awkward thanks to mom's curvy body. We ended up going to the mall, where Marvin decided to get some outfits that actually fit mom's body. As he headed into the women's room, he turned back and laughed. "Dude, I'm so not used to this. And what's with all the couches in here?" I grinned. "Yeah, it's a different world in there. Good luck." When Marvin came out, middle-aged women kept approaching him to chat. They shot him odd looks when he introduced himself as Marvin. "Great to meet you, Marvin," one of the women said, eyeing his blouse. "Nice nails, by the way." Marvin chuckled nervously and replied, "Oh, thanks! Yeah, they're pretty sick, right?" The woman stared at him, clearly puzzled. The sight of a teenage boy's vernacular coming out of a mature woman's body was enough to make anyone do a double-take. "Also," Marvin whined to me later, "mom's bladder is ridiculously small. I swear I've peed a million times today. And don't get me started on how hard it is to do in her body." After finding some skinny jeans and a shirt with the Superman logo on it, Marvin examined himself in the mirror. The S was warped over mom's massive chest. "Holy cow," Marvin laughed, "I think these boobs are more fit for Wonder Woman than Superman!" He tugged at the bra straps visible through the shirt. "But hey, the lettering warping is kinda cool." We then headed to the movie theater to see the new action flick. Marvin used mom's card to buy popcorn and drinks, and the guy at the snack counter could barely understand what Marvin was saying because he was too busy staring at Marvin's rack, which made Marvin burst out laughing. In the theater, it was surreal seeing "mom" so invested in an action movie, scarfing down popcorn. At one point, a popcorn kernel slipped into his cleavage. "Dang it,” Marvin grumbled. He glanced at me and grinned. “Time for a rescue mission.” He plunged his hand down into his bra to retrieve it. "Peek-a-boob, well, I'm not calling rescue services for this one." As the movie progressed, Marvin began to enjoy mom's body more, but he still felt top-heavy, frequently complaining about back pain. When we finally headed back home, I couldn't help but think about how our real mom would react to some of the things Marvin (in her body) had done. Particularly, I worried about those concert tickets. “Marv, you think mom’s gonna kill you when she finds out how much you spent today?” Marvin grinned mischievously. “Well, what can I say? I’m living my breast life!”
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