"Curve Balls and Curves: An Unexpected Journey"
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Title: "Curve Balls and Curves: An Unexpected Journey"
"Let's get one thing straight, Sally. I am Eleanor Rigby Junior, not Eleanor Rigby Senior!" cried out my brother, yes you heard it right, my brother. He was now Eleanor Rigby Junior, thanks to the Great Shift.
Oh, it was a fine summer day, and we were in the backyard, the aroma of mom’s famous pecan pie wafting from the kitchen window. But the sight was definitely not our old front-yard baseball games. There, on the makeshift pitcher’s mound, stood my tall, athletic brother, now in my mom’s curvy and shockingly busty frame, his normally focused expression replaced by frustration as he struggled to grip the ball with manicured nails the color of a French sunset.
"But...Ellie," I stuttered, stammering out the nickname formed in the aftermath of the Shift, "it’s just—"
"I know!" He huffed, glancing down at the pert twin peaks that hindered his signature pitch, "Playing with these twin mountains wasn't exactly on my professional baseball career plan.”
Soon, Ellie took mom’s athletic potential to the test, training rigorously for the Coed baseball season. When his high school buddies saw Ellie strut onto the field, they burst out laughing. "Whoa, Big Mama! Got enough junk in the trunk?" one of them smirked, a nod to Ellie's resplendent, curvaceous backside.
"Easiest target to hit, my man!" another called.
Ellie took it in his stride, as he always did, grinning broadly. "Well, see if you can handle this curve ball," he shot back, sending a flawless fastball whizzing past the stunned batter.
The field was full of laughter and cheers when Ellie, running to catch a high ball, ended up trapping it in a decidedly unconventional manner, right in the valley of his impressive cleavage. "Boob-catch! Counts as an out, right?" Ellie teased, a smirk on his face as laughter rang out.
Getting ready for games was a test of resilience itself. Ellie's motherly figure, voluptuous in a way that his lean athletic frame could never have predicted, distorted the Bulldogs logo on his jersey. "Looks like you're on team 'Boo Dogs', Ellie," I joked as he struggled to pull up a pair of jeans over mom’s generously proportioned hips.
The new normal was a mixture of laughter and hours of training, Ellie transforming what could have been an embarrassing situation into a hilarious gathering of family and friends. We certainly didn’t expect the Great Shift. But once Ellie was hit on a boob with a fastball and only laughed it off, it was clear that this adventurous journey was nothing short of a home run.
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 a lot of dialogue where Me and my brother loved baseball. We both played together growing up. We was a far better player than me and he was probably going to get drafted to the pros after college. That was before the great shift which was an occurrence that swapped 50 percent of thew populations bodies came and swapped him into our mother’s curvy and busty body. Obviously he was pretty bummed out at first, especially when we first decided to play a game of catch he had a hard time throwing with his new boobs in the way he always complained about moms french tipped nails throwing off his grip too. but my brother has always taken things in stride. He decided to workout mom’s body and get her ready for Coed baseball season where he played with some of his friends from high school they liked to tease him and make nicknames about his new body but he was having fun and still was the best player in the team even with the two large hindrances on his chest. One time he even got it by a pitch on the boob which caused me and all his buddies to laugh or that other time he went for a diving catch and the ball landed in his mountainous cleavage, hey still counts as an out right even if you catch it with your boobs. I didn’t know mom was in such good shape. He did struggle to adjust to moms new breasts but over time he grow to get used to them but his usual BullDogs font across his jersey was warped by moms chestiness. He also struggled to find pants to fit over my curvy ass and wipe hips.
Response: Title: "Curve Balls and Curves: An Unexpected Journey" "Let's get one thing straight, Sally. I am Eleanor Rigby Junior, not Eleanor Rigby Senior!" cried out my brother, yes you heard it right, my brother. He was now Eleanor Rigby Junior, thanks to the Great Shift. Oh, it was a fine summer day, and we were in the backyard, the aroma of mom’s famous pecan pie wafting from the kitchen window. But the sight was definitely not our old front-yard baseball games. There, on the makeshift pitcher’s mound, stood my tall, athletic brother, now in my mom’s curvy and shockingly busty frame, his normally focused expression replaced by frustration as he struggled to grip the ball with manicured nails the color of a French sunset. "But...Ellie," I stuttered, stammering out the nickname formed in the aftermath of the Shift, "it’s just—" "I know!" He huffed, glancing down at the pert twin peaks that hindered his signature pitch, "Playing with these twin mountains wasn't exactly on my professional baseball career plan.” Soon, Ellie took mom’s athletic potential to the test, training rigorously for the Coed baseball season. When his high school buddies saw Ellie strut onto the field, they burst out laughing. "Whoa, Big Mama! Got enough junk in the trunk?" one of them smirked, a nod to Ellie's resplendent, curvaceous backside. "Easiest target to hit, my man!" another called. Ellie took it in his stride, as he always did, grinning broadly. "Well, see if you can handle this curve ball," he shot back, sending a flawless fastball whizzing past the stunned batter. The field was full of laughter and cheers when Ellie, running to catch a high ball, ended up trapping it in a decidedly unconventional manner, right in the valley of his impressive cleavage. "Boob-catch! Counts as an out, right?" Ellie teased, a smirk on his face as laughter rang out. Getting ready for games was a test of resilience itself. Ellie's motherly figure, voluptuous in a way that his lean athletic frame could never have predicted, distorted the Bulldogs logo on his jersey. "Looks like you're on team 'Boo Dogs', Ellie," I joked as he struggled to pull up a pair of jeans over mom’s generously proportioned hips. The new normal was a mixture of laughter and hours of training, Ellie transforming what could have been an embarrassing situation into a hilarious gathering of family and friends. We certainly didn’t expect the Great Shift. But once Ellie was hit on a boob with a fastball and only laughed it off, it was clear that this adventurous journey was nothing short of a home run.
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