In Mom's Heels
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Title: In Mom's Heels
“That rack is mad, bro!” I heard as an all-too-familiar voice rush towards me. A woman – my mom, wearing a cheeky green blouse with a charming nametag that read ‘Brad’ sashayed in my direction. But looking closer, I quickly realized that no. That was not my mother. It was my younger brother Chris, who had inconveniently swapped bodies with mom during a lab malfunction in the city while I was away.
“Let’s level up!" I said, laughing while deflecting his attempt to 'bro-hug' me. I directed him upstairs to his room, making a mental note to book couple therapy sessions for the future.
Entering the room was like stepping into a hurricane’s aftermath. Bras of all colors and shapes were scattered across the floor, tangled with several of mom’s clothes. I picked up one of mom’s bras, almost disbelieving at the size. “Guess mom really was the local Diva,” I muttered, pun intended, kicking the massive bra off to the side.
Chris, inhabiting mom’s body – her ‘Brad’ified self, as I had started to call her in my head, apologized, clumsily giving herself a quick inspection in the mirror. “This is all mom’s fault,” she mumbled. “Her clothes are a mystery… one I am not so keen to solve!”
Picking the controller in carefully manicured fingers, Chris's gaze slid down to the sizeable chest. “It’s…weird," she admitted, groping the air with her free hand. "They’re heavy and terribly inconvenient, but on a positive note, they could double as stress balls.”
As a perfect illustration, 'Brad' jiggled them for my wide-eyed attention before breaking into a short soul-shaking laugh. “I named them too – meet Lola and Laila!” She jiggled ‘Lola and Laila’ more, adding a quick shimmy, obviously pleased by my horrified amusement.
The video game night was an extraordinary event. Each second that ticked by was marked with loud curses from Chris, who kept complaining about mom's nails and hair getting in the way of his victory. But seeing him there, in that bravura, curvy body that was technically our mom's, I couldn't stop grinning.
I never thought sitting on the bed, playing video games aside my 'mom-brother', comparing hair agonies, and discussing 'Lola and Laila' would be immensely fun, almost therapeutic my brother and I ever experienced. Swapping bodies had its weird perks after all!
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 with lots of dialogue While I was away from home apparently a lab malfunction caused everyone in the city to swap bodies. I texted my family to see if they were ok. Luckily the all swapped with each other. I got home and saw my mom running over to hug me. She was wearing a low cut green blouse that showed off her insane cleavage, slapped onto her left boob is a nametag that says Brad with a smiley face next to his name. She looks at me and says bro I cant believe it I swapped bodies with mom. I knew right then that this wasn't my mother this was my brother Chris inhabiting her body. I laugh and roll my eyes slightly “let’s get upstairs and play some video games dude I haven’t played with you in awhile.” I smile at you “let’s head up to your room.” Once we get up there it’s a mess Bras are on the ground and moms clothes are thrown around your room. I was shocked to see just how big mom's bras were she had to have the biggest boobs in the neighborhood. Brad says "Oh sorry, don't mind the mess. I'm still getting used to moms clothes and im a visual learner. Helps to see it spread out like this." I kick a bra off the floor the bras looked absolutely massive, which made sense because they belong to mom. Brad does a spin I look down at moms big rack curiously and ask him how it feels to have her big boobs. He puts his video game controller down and paws at his great big chest with his manicured hands. He says they are heavy and get in the way, but they are fun to play with. He decided to jog in place to show me how bouncy they are. He also told me he named both of his boobs which made me laugh. He shimmy's his shoulders to shake them as well. Soon we continue our video game but Chris is thrown off by moms long manicured nails screwing him up that he gets annoyed and curses at his nails and complained that moms hair was getting in his face as well. It was strange sitting here playing video games with my mom but I had to look past this beautiful and curvy body and see my brother was now in control of it. I never knew my mom had such a hot body I never thought swapping my brother and mom could be so much fun.
Response: Title: In Mom's Heels “That rack is mad, bro!” I heard as an all-too-familiar voice rush towards me. A woman – my mom, wearing a cheeky green blouse with a charming nametag that read ‘Brad’ sashayed in my direction. But looking closer, I quickly realized that no. That was not my mother. It was my younger brother Chris, who had inconveniently swapped bodies with mom during a lab malfunction in the city while I was away. “Let’s level up!" I said, laughing while deflecting his attempt to 'bro-hug' me. I directed him upstairs to his room, making a mental note to book couple therapy sessions for the future. Entering the room was like stepping into a hurricane’s aftermath. Bras of all colors and shapes were scattered across the floor, tangled with several of mom’s clothes. I picked up one of mom’s bras, almost disbelieving at the size. “Guess mom really was the local Diva,” I muttered, pun intended, kicking the massive bra off to the side. Chris, inhabiting mom’s body – her ‘Brad’ified self, as I had started to call her in my head, apologized, clumsily giving herself a quick inspection in the mirror. “This is all mom’s fault,” she mumbled. “Her clothes are a mystery… one I am not so keen to solve!” Picking the controller in carefully manicured fingers, Chris's gaze slid down to the sizeable chest. “It’s…weird," she admitted, groping the air with her free hand. "They’re heavy and terribly inconvenient, but on a positive note, they could double as stress balls.” As a perfect illustration, 'Brad' jiggled them for my wide-eyed attention before breaking into a short soul-shaking laugh. “I named them too – meet Lola and Laila!” She jiggled ‘Lola and Laila’ more, adding a quick shimmy, obviously pleased by my horrified amusement. The video game night was an extraordinary event. Each second that ticked by was marked with loud curses from Chris, who kept complaining about mom's nails and hair getting in the way of his victory. But seeing him there, in that bravura, curvy body that was technically our mom's, I couldn't stop grinning. I never thought sitting on the bed, playing video games aside my 'mom-brother', comparing hair agonies, and discussing 'Lola and Laila' would be immensely fun, almost therapeutic my brother and I ever experienced. Swapping bodies had its weird perks after all!
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