"Magic Mom: A Lesson in Beauty and Bewilderment"
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Once upon a semester, I realized with true academic despair that my grade in math was teetering on the precipitous edge of a clamorous 'F'. I bit my lip, recalling mom's repeated warnings and her vehement advocacy for good grades. Announcing my abysmal mark was out of question. How could I brace the inevitable wrath? An idea suddenly commenced its haphazard journey through my chaotic mind - a possession spell. Why not let my best friend Stan, an ardent fan of sorcery, temporarily inhabit my sinewy mom's curvaceous body to placate my lecherous math teacher, Mr. Harvey?
The plan was foolproof. Or at least we thought so.
"Stan, are you sure about this?" I asked, my anxiety no match for the charm of the spell.
"Trust me, dude. I’ve watched enough episodes of Charmed on Netflix to know how to work with this," Stan said, his skinny frame bopping on my bed as he chanted the words in the book. All I could do was cross my fingers and hope his television-inspired magical expertise was up to the task.
The spell worked, much to Stan's glee, he was now my curvy mom. His first challenge showed itself almost immediately; navigating my mom's voluptuous form. A lanky teenage boy had no business trying to maneuver a fully grown woman’s body, much less one as bouncy as my mom’s.
"Gee whiz, how does she walk around with these things?" Stan muttered, fighting the gravitational pull of his newly acquired bust.
At the conference with Mr. Harvey, it was game time. Stan snapped a gum in mom's sultry mouth, flipping her raven locks as we walked into the conference room, where Mr. Harvey drooled at the sight. Stan did his best sexy mom impression and leaned over the table, showing off his newly-enhanced cleavage. Letting a dorkish smile crawl across his face, he said, "Mr Harvey, have you noticed my boy's improvement lately? He's really putting in work, isn't he?"
Mr. Harvey, lost in the tantalizing view before him, agreed mindlessly as Stan pushed for an adjusted grade to reflect my 'improvement.' I managed to squeeze a passing 'C' from that conference.
The whole ordeal was surreal, but as I learned, some perks do come with having an attractive mom. Stan, though forever scarred by the ordeal, gained newfound respect for women's physical trials.
In the end, the best lesson of all was served by Mr. Harvey, who unwittingly taught Stan and I an unforgettable lesson outside the curriculum - in beauty, there's unprecedented power and bewilderment.
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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: write a story with lots of dialogue where I had an awful grade in my class at school. I couldn’t tell my mom or have her find out. The only thing I could think of was finding a possession spell. Luckily my friend found one and was willing to go to my conference by possessing my mom. He struggled at first with lugging my moms large and bouncy breasts around. My moms curvy body was a lot different thank his lanky teenage body. Now we have to go to the conference with my pervy math teacher Mr Harvey. When we walk in he immediately ogles my moms body. My friend uses this to his advantage as he leans over the table to show off his new cleavage to the teacher and talks him into improving my grade for me. I guess there are some perks to having a hot mom.
Response: Once upon a semester, I realized with true academic despair that my grade in math was teetering on the precipitous edge of a clamorous 'F'. I bit my lip, recalling mom's repeated warnings and her vehement advocacy for good grades. Announcing my abysmal mark was out of question. How could I brace the inevitable wrath? An idea suddenly commenced its haphazard journey through my chaotic mind - a possession spell. Why not let my best friend Stan, an ardent fan of sorcery, temporarily inhabit my sinewy mom's curvaceous body to placate my lecherous math teacher, Mr. Harvey? The plan was foolproof. Or at least we thought so. "Stan, are you sure about this?" I asked, my anxiety no match for the charm of the spell. "Trust me, dude. I’ve watched enough episodes of Charmed on Netflix to know how to work with this," Stan said, his skinny frame bopping on my bed as he chanted the words in the book. All I could do was cross my fingers and hope his television-inspired magical expertise was up to the task. The spell worked, much to Stan's glee, he was now my curvy mom. His first challenge showed itself almost immediately; navigating my mom's voluptuous form. A lanky teenage boy had no business trying to maneuver a fully grown woman’s body, much less one as bouncy as my mom’s. "Gee whiz, how does she walk around with these things?" Stan muttered, fighting the gravitational pull of his newly acquired bust. At the conference with Mr. Harvey, it was game time. Stan snapped a gum in mom's sultry mouth, flipping her raven locks as we walked into the conference room, where Mr. Harvey drooled at the sight. Stan did his best sexy mom impression and leaned over the table, showing off his newly-enhanced cleavage. Letting a dorkish smile crawl across his face, he said, "Mr Harvey, have you noticed my boy's improvement lately? He's really putting in work, isn't he?" Mr. Harvey, lost in the tantalizing view before him, agreed mindlessly as Stan pushed for an adjusted grade to reflect my 'improvement.' I managed to squeeze a passing 'C' from that conference. The whole ordeal was surreal, but as I learned, some perks do come with having an attractive mom. Stan, though forever scarred by the ordeal, gained newfound respect for women's physical trials. In the end, the best lesson of all was served by Mr. Harvey, who unwittingly taught Stan and I an unforgettable lesson outside the curriculum - in beauty, there's unprecedented power and bewilderment.
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