Distracting Curves
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Title: Distracting Curves
My best friend, Roger, whom I'd met during our college years, was going through a tough time. He had just finalized a nasty divorce with his bombshell of a wife, Marcy. I'd always thought Marcy was stunning, the epitome of femininity; all curves and sass. And so, with the divorce over, I knew Roger needed a vacation. A testosterone-filled fishing trip, just the two of us. What I hadn't expected was for Marcy to tag along.
Well, sort of...
She was there, in the form of Roger. You see, Roger's ex-wife, in the final stages, had not only divorced him but had somehow stolen his body. Now he looked uncannily like Marcy, complete with her curves and well-endowed bosom.
As we sat on his boat, drifting along the rippling shores of the coast, I couldn't help but stare at his... well, Marcy's provocative derriere.
"Charlie, are you seriously checking out my ex-wife's ass on my body?" Roger's voice was gruff, annoyed, but still undeniably Marcy's.
"Actually, it's your ass now, right?" I tried to justify, but even I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.
"Yes, but it's not about whose body it is. It's about the principle. Would you check out your friend's ass?" he retorted, shaking his new blonde hair in exasperation.
"But, Roger," I started but couldn't find the right words, "Marcy... you... her body is just so..."
"Perfect?" He finished my sentence, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," I sighed, "she... No, you are just perfect." It was hard to wrap my head around the strange situation.
The boat roared with hot discussion about respect, admiration, beauty, friendship, and most importantly, the correct approach to bro code when your bro has curves for days.
"Well," Roger grumbled finally with a hint of laughter, "I suppose it's better if you are checking out my new ass rather than my ex-wife's. Just keep the comments to yourself though, alright?”
“As long as you promise not to use your sexiness to win all our pool games, we have a deal,” I declared, holding back my laughter. Roger sighed but agreed to the truce, undoubtedly hoping for a peaceful vacation while he adjusted to his new, “curvier” life.
“Deal. But remember, Charlie, curves don’t make the player,” Roger smirked, the glint in Marcy's green eyes winking at me mischievously. “The player makes the curves.”
This was going to be one hell of a guys' vacation.
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 dialogue where After my friend has gone through divorce I knew he would need a regular guys vacation. But when I found out that his ex wife had Also stolen his body I was in shock. We went out to the coast to have some fun on his boat but he’s annoyed I keep looking at his…or his ex wife’s sexy ass. How can he blame me though his wife has curves for days she's busty and curvy and just perfect.
Response: Title: Distracting Curves My best friend, Roger, whom I'd met during our college years, was going through a tough time. He had just finalized a nasty divorce with his bombshell of a wife, Marcy. I'd always thought Marcy was stunning, the epitome of femininity; all curves and sass. And so, with the divorce over, I knew Roger needed a vacation. A testosterone-filled fishing trip, just the two of us. What I hadn't expected was for Marcy to tag along. Well, sort of... She was there, in the form of Roger. You see, Roger's ex-wife, in the final stages, had not only divorced him but had somehow stolen his body. Now he looked uncannily like Marcy, complete with her curves and well-endowed bosom. As we sat on his boat, drifting along the rippling shores of the coast, I couldn't help but stare at his... well, Marcy's provocative derriere. "Charlie, are you seriously checking out my ex-wife's ass on my body?" Roger's voice was gruff, annoyed, but still undeniably Marcy's. "Actually, it's your ass now, right?" I tried to justify, but even I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. "Yes, but it's not about whose body it is. It's about the principle. Would you check out your friend's ass?" he retorted, shaking his new blonde hair in exasperation. "But, Roger," I started but couldn't find the right words, "Marcy... you... her body is just so..." "Perfect?" He finished my sentence, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," I sighed, "she... No, you are just perfect." It was hard to wrap my head around the strange situation. The boat roared with hot discussion about respect, admiration, beauty, friendship, and most importantly, the correct approach to bro code when your bro has curves for days. "Well," Roger grumbled finally with a hint of laughter, "I suppose it's better if you are checking out my new ass rather than my ex-wife's. Just keep the comments to yourself though, alright?” “As long as you promise not to use your sexiness to win all our pool games, we have a deal,” I declared, holding back my laughter. Roger sighed but agreed to the truce, undoubtedly hoping for a peaceful vacation while he adjusted to his new, “curvier” life. “Deal. But remember, Charlie, curves don’t make the player,” Roger smirked, the glint in Marcy's green eyes winking at me mischievously. “The player makes the curves.” This was going to be one hell of a guys' vacation.
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