Curveballs of a Different Kind
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Title: Curveballs of a Different Kind
The great shift happened when me and my brother Danny were sunning in our backyard, holding wicked debates on 'the best sports drink,' right after a thrilling, sweaty baseball practice. Our competitive spirits and the heat of that summer sun was nothing compared to the shock that came with the shift.
In an inexplicable instance, Danny and Mom swapped bodies. The athletic physique and chiseled six-pack were replaced by Mom's curvaceous figure and, well, two, very noticeable attributes.
"Dude!," I had gasped, doing a double-take while struggling to keep my teenage snickers at bay.
"At least now, we know Mom's been using a damn good moisturizer," he retorted, rolling his new ample hips. It took Danny a while to accept his bold body swap, but acceptance morphed into determination and he took it upon himself to get Mom's body into Unstoppable Baseball Machine mode.
True to his nature, he killed it in the Coed baseball season. Swings were still as stupendous and sliding into bases never smoother, except for the frequent boob-induced obstacles.
"Danny, you're the first player I've seen hit a home run while being horizontally aerodynamic," his high school friend, Pete, teased after a remarkable dive. We all laughed hard enough to wake up the nesting birds in the park.
There were a few times, like when a ball knocked him right on his boob, and we all snorted, dabbing away our tears of laughter as he painfully muttered, "Boob out!" Even the umpire pulled a muscle laughing.
And who could forget the unforgettable cleavage catch, when, during an intense rally, Danny dove for the ball, it bounced off his wrist, got embedded into his cleavage. The play, dubbed the 'boob scoop,' made the baseball hall-of-fame in our hearts forever.
I didn't know Mom was this athletic, not until Danny loosened her tight hip-hugging jeans to an assertive "Crack!" of the bat. His usual 'Bulldogs' font across his jersey stretched into distorted letters, accentuating his new hourglass figure. I don't think anyone's ever had to battle to keep a jersey font in shape.
"It'll take some time," Danny would say, massaging his tired shoulders after every practice. "But a true sportsman adapts to the field."
Yes, there were pants ripping disasters and bra shopping sagas, but oh boy, did he thwack those curveballs on the field. We all could no longer deny the hilariously simmering truth - Danny, whilst wrapped in Mom's body, was the best player on the team.
It wasn't about the spirited debates, sweaty practices or the coveted home runs anymore. It was about Danny taking the curveball like a champ, laughing with us and making baseball even more unforgettable, something no post-shift teenage boy could've ever predicted. It seemed the great shift hadn't power-swapped just Danny with Mom, but also baseball with unparalleled hilarity.
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 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: Curveballs of a Different Kind The great shift happened when me and my brother Danny were sunning in our backyard, holding wicked debates on 'the best sports drink,' right after a thrilling, sweaty baseball practice. Our competitive spirits and the heat of that summer sun was nothing compared to the shock that came with the shift. In an inexplicable instance, Danny and Mom swapped bodies. The athletic physique and chiseled six-pack were replaced by Mom's curvaceous figure and, well, two, very noticeable attributes. "Dude!," I had gasped, doing a double-take while struggling to keep my teenage snickers at bay. "At least now, we know Mom's been using a damn good moisturizer," he retorted, rolling his new ample hips. It took Danny a while to accept his bold body swap, but acceptance morphed into determination and he took it upon himself to get Mom's body into Unstoppable Baseball Machine mode. True to his nature, he killed it in the Coed baseball season. Swings were still as stupendous and sliding into bases never smoother, except for the frequent boob-induced obstacles. "Danny, you're the first player I've seen hit a home run while being horizontally aerodynamic," his high school friend, Pete, teased after a remarkable dive. We all laughed hard enough to wake up the nesting birds in the park. There were a few times, like when a ball knocked him right on his boob, and we all snorted, dabbing away our tears of laughter as he painfully muttered, "Boob out!" Even the umpire pulled a muscle laughing. And who could forget the unforgettable cleavage catch, when, during an intense rally, Danny dove for the ball, it bounced off his wrist, got embedded into his cleavage. The play, dubbed the 'boob scoop,' made the baseball hall-of-fame in our hearts forever. I didn't know Mom was this athletic, not until Danny loosened her tight hip-hugging jeans to an assertive "Crack!" of the bat. His usual 'Bulldogs' font across his jersey stretched into distorted letters, accentuating his new hourglass figure. I don't think anyone's ever had to battle to keep a jersey font in shape. "It'll take some time," Danny would say, massaging his tired shoulders after every practice. "But a true sportsman adapts to the field." Yes, there were pants ripping disasters and bra shopping sagas, but oh boy, did he thwack those curveballs on the field. We all could no longer deny the hilariously simmering truth - Danny, whilst wrapped in Mom's body, was the best player on the team. It wasn't about the spirited debates, sweaty practices or the coveted home runs anymore. It was about Danny taking the curveball like a champ, laughing with us and making baseball even more unforgettable, something no post-shift teenage boy could've ever predicted. It seemed the great shift hadn't power-swapped just Danny with Mom, but also baseball with unparalleled hilarity.
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