"Potion Transformations: A Hilarious Journey of Perspective"
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Day 1 - The Gym Enthusiast
I was home when the doorbell rang and to my surprise, it was a skinny guy who proclaimed himself as Roger draining the last bottle of Mom's SwapAPP potion. His eyes widened, staring at the transformation mirror.
“Oh, man, this is insane," he rumbled, patting the massive cushions on his chest.
I sighed. “Just remember, real women never objectify themselves.”
“Right,” he agreed, grinning sheepishly. “We’re going to the gym, right?”
“Exactly what I had in mind,” I replied, smirking.
Day 2 - The Retired Veteran
The following day, a grizzled veteran, George took the potion. He stared at his reflection, adjusting to the swaying and significant weight at his chest.
“Feels weird not having any callus in my hands,” he mumbled, inspecting them intently.
“Maybe you would like a manicure then?” I proposed wickedly.
George took one glance at my sneakily grinning face and groaned, “Let’s get over with it.”
Day 3 - The Pimply Teen
There was an explosion of pimples. Tim, a lanky teenager, had taken possession of Mom's body, ogling the mirror with embarrassment.
"Look at it!" he moaned.
"Look at what, Timmy?" I said, trying to suppress a full-blown laughter.
"I have...you know, those!" he gestured, horrified, at my mom's chest.
“Maybe a day out, practicing humane conversation?” I proposed.
He nodded swiftly, avoiding any further embarrassment.
Day 4 - The Wall Street Guy
Mr. Wall Street, a pompous man named Richard, gawked at my mom’s reflection.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
“Less fascinating than Wall Street,” he remarked, struggling with the brassiere clasp.
"Perhaps a trip to the park?" I suggested.
"Might be good for a day off," he said, actually considering it.
Day 5 - The Regular Joe
A regular guy, Joe, looked down in surprise. The busty chest he’d willingly signed up for greeted him.
“I feel… pretty,” he admitted, blinking rapidly at the mirror.
“Can be heavy too, isn’t it?” I confessed with an honest laughter.
“Neck’s aching already,” he complained, massaging it.
“How about cooking? Just like on a cooking show?”
He smiled, “Now, that can be fun.”
And so, we shared laughter, cooked meals, and made light of the unusual reality we found ourselves in. In the end, I managed to gently remind them about respecting women, thanks to their newfound perspective.
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 My mother was known in town as the most busty and beautiful woman around. She had wide hips and had a mouthwatering bust that measured well beyond a D cup. When Money got tight for us, she did something crazy she signed up for this new app called SwapAPP it was an app where you could rent your body out and swap bodies with other people. My mom was one of the biggest sellers on the app. It was mostly pervy guys wanting to feel up her body. Many of the guys however I learn to have fun with. I try to find activities me and them can do for the day that doesn't just evolve around them feeling up my mom's chest and body. Write a story over 5 days about the five guys who take over her body with dialogue.
Response: Day 1 - The Gym Enthusiast I was home when the doorbell rang and to my surprise, it was a skinny guy who proclaimed himself as Roger draining the last bottle of Mom's SwapAPP potion. His eyes widened, staring at the transformation mirror. “Oh, man, this is insane," he rumbled, patting the massive cushions on his chest. I sighed. “Just remember, real women never objectify themselves.” “Right,” he agreed, grinning sheepishly. “We’re going to the gym, right?” “Exactly what I had in mind,” I replied, smirking. Day 2 - The Retired Veteran The following day, a grizzled veteran, George took the potion. He stared at his reflection, adjusting to the swaying and significant weight at his chest. “Feels weird not having any callus in my hands,” he mumbled, inspecting them intently. “Maybe you would like a manicure then?” I proposed wickedly. George took one glance at my sneakily grinning face and groaned, “Let’s get over with it.” Day 3 - The Pimply Teen There was an explosion of pimples. Tim, a lanky teenager, had taken possession of Mom's body, ogling the mirror with embarrassment. "Look at it!" he moaned. "Look at what, Timmy?" I said, trying to suppress a full-blown laughter. "I have...you know, those!" he gestured, horrified, at my mom's chest. “Maybe a day out, practicing humane conversation?” I proposed. He nodded swiftly, avoiding any further embarrassment. Day 4 - The Wall Street Guy Mr. Wall Street, a pompous man named Richard, gawked at my mom’s reflection. “Fascinating, isn’t it?” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “Less fascinating than Wall Street,” he remarked, struggling with the brassiere clasp. "Perhaps a trip to the park?" I suggested. "Might be good for a day off," he said, actually considering it. Day 5 - The Regular Joe A regular guy, Joe, looked down in surprise. The busty chest he’d willingly signed up for greeted him. “I feel… pretty,” he admitted, blinking rapidly at the mirror. “Can be heavy too, isn’t it?” I confessed with an honest laughter. “Neck’s aching already,” he complained, massaging it. “How about cooking? Just like on a cooking show?” He smiled, “Now, that can be fun.” And so, we shared laughter, cooked meals, and made light of the unusual reality we found ourselves in. In the end, I managed to gently remind them about respecting women, thanks to their newfound perspective.
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