"The Bouncy Boob Bribery"
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Title: "The Bouncy Boob Bribery"
Importing a dreadful 'D' in Math, my school life was in jeopardy. There was swift punishment awaiting me, in the form of my mom, if she got to know. The jug of dread stirred within me, but amidst this torment sprung a hilarious idea.
My buddy Frankie, a scrawny, spectacled nerd, a self-pronounced spell enthusiast, all-round weirdo, and the last person you'd expect to do anything drastic, discovered a unique possession spell. It was my Hail Mary pass to avoid sharp words and broom swats from Mom.
And, so the hilarity ensues. Imagine a lanky teenager, suddenly burdened with the voluptuousness of my mom's curvaceous figure, struggling with the 'mammoth' task of adjusting the bouncy breasts on his chest. Seeing Frankie in that state, lugging around and fighting gravity like a gladiator in a curvaceous colosseum, was a knee-slapping scene.
Then came the D-Day. It was time for the parent-teacher conference with my lascivious Math teacher, Mr. Harvey, known for his roving eyes and wandering interests. I was scared out of my wits, but Frankie—no, my borrowed mom—took stride, breasts bouncing cheerily as we walked towards the lion's den: Room 101.
As soon as we walked in, Mr. Harvey's eyes almost popped out. There he was, taking the full view of my mom's appealing body, ogling to his heart's content. But Frankie cranked up the plan to the next level.
"Every disaster is an opportunity, isn't it?" Frankie murmured to me, in my mom's sultry voice.
To my utter shock, Frankie—still calling himself Mom—sashayed towards Mr. Harvey, bending down with a flirty smile, casually flashing his "new cleavage" at the startled Mr. Harvey & conversed in a honey-dripped voice. He was smooth, flattering, and utterly relentless.
My not-so-subtle Math teacher eventually turned into putty in his hands— or, rather, her hands. As the conversation wrapped up, Frankie managed to wriggle a promise from Mr. Harvey to reconsider and revise my grade.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Frankie gloated later, back to his teenage self, with a victorious smirk spread across his face.
As the catastrophe was averted, it hit me - there may be some perks to having a hot mom. But not ones I was remotely interested in. I decided to save possession spells and my mom's bouncing breasts for another crisis, though. After all, sanity is a small price to pay for better Math grades.
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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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: Title: "The Bouncy Boob Bribery" Importing a dreadful 'D' in Math, my school life was in jeopardy. There was swift punishment awaiting me, in the form of my mom, if she got to know. The jug of dread stirred within me, but amidst this torment sprung a hilarious idea. My buddy Frankie, a scrawny, spectacled nerd, a self-pronounced spell enthusiast, all-round weirdo, and the last person you'd expect to do anything drastic, discovered a unique possession spell. It was my Hail Mary pass to avoid sharp words and broom swats from Mom. And, so the hilarity ensues. Imagine a lanky teenager, suddenly burdened with the voluptuousness of my mom's curvaceous figure, struggling with the 'mammoth' task of adjusting the bouncy breasts on his chest. Seeing Frankie in that state, lugging around and fighting gravity like a gladiator in a curvaceous colosseum, was a knee-slapping scene. Then came the D-Day. It was time for the parent-teacher conference with my lascivious Math teacher, Mr. Harvey, known for his roving eyes and wandering interests. I was scared out of my wits, but Frankie—no, my borrowed mom—took stride, breasts bouncing cheerily as we walked towards the lion's den: Room 101. As soon as we walked in, Mr. Harvey's eyes almost popped out. There he was, taking the full view of my mom's appealing body, ogling to his heart's content. But Frankie cranked up the plan to the next level. "Every disaster is an opportunity, isn't it?" Frankie murmured to me, in my mom's sultry voice. To my utter shock, Frankie—still calling himself Mom—sashayed towards Mr. Harvey, bending down with a flirty smile, casually flashing his "new cleavage" at the startled Mr. Harvey & conversed in a honey-dripped voice. He was smooth, flattering, and utterly relentless. My not-so-subtle Math teacher eventually turned into putty in his hands— or, rather, her hands. As the conversation wrapped up, Frankie managed to wriggle a promise from Mr. Harvey to reconsider and revise my grade. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Frankie gloated later, back to his teenage self, with a victorious smirk spread across his face. As the catastrophe was averted, it hit me - there may be some perks to having a hot mom. But not ones I was remotely interested in. I decided to save possession spells and my mom's bouncing breasts for another crisis, though. After all, sanity is a small price to pay for better Math grades.
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