"Tank to Thalia: A Curvy Comedy of Gender Bomb Transformations"
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The sun was blazing, and sweat trickled down my curvy back as I stood at the grill, the intoxicating smell of charred meat filling the yard. It was the 4th of July, and I was dressed to impress in a red, white, and blue bikini that left little to the imagination.
"Get your hotdogs and burgers, folks!" I shouted. "Grab a bun, but not these!" With a playful slap on my now ample rear, I couldn't help but laugh. The crowd erupted in laughter too. It was nice to see people enjoying themselves, even if some of my former army buddies were getting side-eyes from their wives for checking out my new form.
"Tim, focus!" Dave hollered, struggling to aim his shot in our cornhole game.
"Sorry, man," Tim mumbled, eyes once again drifting toward my direction. His wife Karen smacked him lightly on the arm, and he turned bright red.
It was still strange, this new body of mine. Before the Gender-Bomb incident, I'd been Sgt. Thomas "Tank" Reynolds, a no-nonsense soldier built like, well, a tank. Now, I was Thalia Reynolds, complete with curves and assets that would put a Kardashian to shame.
At first, it had been a shock. They honorably discharged me because, well, let's just say the army isn't exactly known for its progressive stance on involuntary gender changes. But life moved on, and so did I.
"Thalia! Get your pretty little butt over here, we're up next!" Dave's bellow snapped me out of my thoughts.
As I walked—no, sashayed; this body had a mind of its own sometimes—toward the cornhole setup, I caught a few more appreciative glances. Yeah, life's certainly different now.
"Ready to wipe the floor with 'em?" I teased, giving Dave a wink.
"You bet, partner," he replied, hefting a cornhole bag in his hand.
Midway through the game, I felt a sharp pain against my thumb as the bag hit it.
"Damn it, I just broke a nail!" I yelped, pouting like I'd seen my sister do a million times before this whole transformation.
"Focus, Thalia! We got a title to defend!" Dave chided with a grin.
I grimaced. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to aim with these boobs bouncing around?" I gestured to my sizable new attributes, causing another uptick in laughter from the onlookers.
Despite the setbacks, I felt a competitive fire start to burn again. It wasn't quite the same thrill as avoiding enemy fire, but it sure was close. We locked in, and before I knew it, we were tossing bags with the precision and camaraderie reminiscent of our army days.
Cheers erupted as we won the tournament. Dave and I did our signature victory pose, only this time I added a little hip bump with my now wide hips, which made the crowd go wild.
As we were handed the trophy, Dave gave me a knowing look. "Not quite the battlefield, but hey, it's all good fun, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, it sure is. And it's a damn sight better than being shot at."
Life had changed in unimaginable ways, but as I stood there surrounded by friends, feeling the awkwardness melt away into genuine joy, I knew I was right where I needed to be.
So here's to new bodies and new beginnings, and to making the most out of whatever curveballs—or curves—the universe throws our way.
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 dialogue where My buddy was a former member of the army. When the gender bomb when off and changed his gender the honorably discharged him. He has the sexy body of a curvy woman. Today we’re having a 4th of July party and he decided to show off his new body. It's hard to focus on my game pf cornhole with him standing at the grill in his red, white and blue bikini showing off his thick and curvy ass and big boobs. I'm glad he is embracing his new body, but a couple of his military buddies are going to be in the doghouse tonight they keep checking him out in front of their wives. He shouts out hot dogs and burgers are done grab a bun, but not these. He slaps his new ass and laughs, and we all laugh too. Me and him teamed up for a cornhole match he complained about breaking a nail and how hos boobs were messing him up. But after a while he got his groove back and we won the tourney. He gave me a little hip bump with his wide hips when we got handed the trophy. His new situation must be awkward for him but its better than being shot at in the army right. Tell the story from the army friend in his new womanly body's perspective.
Response: The sun was blazing, and sweat trickled down my curvy back as I stood at the grill, the intoxicating smell of charred meat filling the yard. It was the 4th of July, and I was dressed to impress in a red, white, and blue bikini that left little to the imagination. "Get your hotdogs and burgers, folks!" I shouted. "Grab a bun, but not these!" With a playful slap on my now ample rear, I couldn't help but laugh. The crowd erupted in laughter too. It was nice to see people enjoying themselves, even if some of my former army buddies were getting side-eyes from their wives for checking out my new form. "Tim, focus!" Dave hollered, struggling to aim his shot in our cornhole game. "Sorry, man," Tim mumbled, eyes once again drifting toward my direction. His wife Karen smacked him lightly on the arm, and he turned bright red. It was still strange, this new body of mine. Before the Gender-Bomb incident, I'd been Sgt. Thomas "Tank" Reynolds, a no-nonsense soldier built like, well, a tank. Now, I was Thalia Reynolds, complete with curves and assets that would put a Kardashian to shame. At first, it had been a shock. They honorably discharged me because, well, let's just say the army isn't exactly known for its progressive stance on involuntary gender changes. But life moved on, and so did I. "Thalia! Get your pretty little butt over here, we're up next!" Dave's bellow snapped me out of my thoughts. As I walked—no, sashayed; this body had a mind of its own sometimes—toward the cornhole setup, I caught a few more appreciative glances. Yeah, life's certainly different now. "Ready to wipe the floor with 'em?" I teased, giving Dave a wink. "You bet, partner," he replied, hefting a cornhole bag in his hand. Midway through the game, I felt a sharp pain against my thumb as the bag hit it. "Damn it, I just broke a nail!" I yelped, pouting like I'd seen my sister do a million times before this whole transformation. "Focus, Thalia! We got a title to defend!" Dave chided with a grin. I grimaced. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to aim with these boobs bouncing around?" I gestured to my sizable new attributes, causing another uptick in laughter from the onlookers. Despite the setbacks, I felt a competitive fire start to burn again. It wasn't quite the same thrill as avoiding enemy fire, but it sure was close. We locked in, and before I knew it, we were tossing bags with the precision and camaraderie reminiscent of our army days. Cheers erupted as we won the tournament. Dave and I did our signature victory pose, only this time I added a little hip bump with my now wide hips, which made the crowd go wild. As we were handed the trophy, Dave gave me a knowing look. "Not quite the battlefield, but hey, it's all good fun, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, it sure is. And it's a damn sight better than being shot at." Life had changed in unimaginable ways, but as I stood there surrounded by friends, feeling the awkwardness melt away into genuine joy, I knew I was right where I needed to be. So here's to new bodies and new beginnings, and to making the most out of whatever curveballs—or curves—the universe throws our way.
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