The Busty Belle Baller
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Title: The Busty Belle Baller
"Aw, shucks, Jim!" Eddie drawled, flicking his newly acquired blonde hair over his shoulder. He adopted a sultry gaze along with his Southern accent, his eyes brimming with faux disappointment. "Ya know the manager at Hooters doesn't like it when my nails be broken!"
Jim choked on his beer, a mixture of laughter and incredulity, in their shared apartment. The 'great shift' was one thing, but having his hulking, 6'4 best friend Eddie now cohabitating in the petite and voluptuous body of a Southern belle named Lillian, that was another.
"Really, Ed?" He retorted, rolling his eyes. "We've been playing softball from middle school and you never once complained about broken nails."
Eddie gave a sly grin, his pink lips shimmering under the apartment's lights. "Well, everythang's gotta change now, donāt it, sweetie?"
And change they did. Eddie, once the grump of their duo, was suddenly attracting all kinds of attention. Those buttery Southern phrases from his new body slipped out as naturally as beer from the tap. And to top it off, Eddie was now the star waitress at Hooters, and men were lining up with dollar bills in their hands every night.
"Ya know how they react when they see my cleavage, darlin'," Eddie teased, flaunting his busty chest. "It is some kind'a spectacle!"
Jim coughed, attempting to stifle a laugh. Eddie looked ridiculous in a skirt and top designed to enhance every curve, don't even start on those teeny-tiny orange shorts. But he had to admit, the new Eddie was quite the sight to behold.
His robust laughter was cut short when Eddie swung his hourglass figure to showcase his short shorts. "Now this sexy ass ain't gonna pay for my rent all by itself, hun," he added, strutting around the room in pretend Hooters mode. "Besides, with my new job, my Southern charm, and havinā you as a teammate in our coed softball, Iāll have all the dough rollinā in!ā
Jim sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. His best buddy, his once go-to-guy for lifting weights and catching up on sports, was now a busty Southern belle. And remarkably, he seemed happier, in spite of all the changes.
āYou know,ā Jim finally said, sitting back and grinning, taking the whole spectacle in. āI never thought Iād see the day Eddie āMuscle Mountainā Mitchell would fuss about a sports bra chafing his titties.ā
Eddie punched his arm, releasing a giggle that rang louder than the baseball hits they both loved. āAw honey, just you wait till I show you my swing in these heels!"
In the end, even with the great shift causing so much chaos and ridiculousness, it had brought a sense of living and laughter both desperately needed. Eddie, with his golden curls and Southern lilt, was still the same old friend. They were still great drinking buddies. They were still the best players in the coed softball team. And most importantly, they were still two mates sharing an apartment, now with the added bonus of free beer from Hooters.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where The great shift was wild, it swapped 75 percent of the worldās bodies. My best friend and roommate was one of the unlucky ones to get swapped. He ended up in the body of southern belle. He still has her accent and now heās trying to get a new job for now I told him Iād pay his rent. But finding a job has been difficult for him, he used to be a 6'4 strong guy and now he's in the 5'5 busty body of this woman. He decided to go work at hooters. He rakes in the tips and with his southern charm and southern accent he has become the best waitress there. I go there too, I just can't resist seeing him in that tight tank top that shows off his incredible and huge cleavage and those orange shorts which show off his sexy ass and those killer thighs. He still loves sports too, we both signed up for coed softball. At first it seemed his new busty body would be a hinderance but soon he became a great hitter. Our team all gave him various nicknames about his new busty body. Now when we play he complains about broken nails and The tightness of his sports bra. Through it all we still live together and he's the same old guy he used to be, a great drinking buddy and a good friend, all in a new curvy southern shell. Make my friends dialogue have a southern twang to it.
Response: Title: The Busty Belle Baller "Aw, shucks, Jim!" Eddie drawled, flicking his newly acquired blonde hair over his shoulder. He adopted a sultry gaze along with his Southern accent, his eyes brimming with faux disappointment. "Ya know the manager at Hooters doesn't like it when my nails be broken!" Jim choked on his beer, a mixture of laughter and incredulity, in their shared apartment. The 'great shift' was one thing, but having his hulking, 6'4 best friend Eddie now cohabitating in the petite and voluptuous body of a Southern belle named Lillian, that was another. "Really, Ed?" He retorted, rolling his eyes. "We've been playing softball from middle school and you never once complained about broken nails." Eddie gave a sly grin, his pink lips shimmering under the apartment's lights. "Well, everythang's gotta change now, donāt it, sweetie?" And change they did. Eddie, once the grump of their duo, was suddenly attracting all kinds of attention. Those buttery Southern phrases from his new body slipped out as naturally as beer from the tap. And to top it off, Eddie was now the star waitress at Hooters, and men were lining up with dollar bills in their hands every night. "Ya know how they react when they see my cleavage, darlin'," Eddie teased, flaunting his busty chest. "It is some kind'a spectacle!" Jim coughed, attempting to stifle a laugh. Eddie looked ridiculous in a skirt and top designed to enhance every curve, don't even start on those teeny-tiny orange shorts. But he had to admit, the new Eddie was quite the sight to behold. His robust laughter was cut short when Eddie swung his hourglass figure to showcase his short shorts. "Now this sexy ass ain't gonna pay for my rent all by itself, hun," he added, strutting around the room in pretend Hooters mode. "Besides, with my new job, my Southern charm, and havinā you as a teammate in our coed softball, Iāll have all the dough rollinā in!ā Jim sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. His best buddy, his once go-to-guy for lifting weights and catching up on sports, was now a busty Southern belle. And remarkably, he seemed happier, in spite of all the changes. āYou know,ā Jim finally said, sitting back and grinning, taking the whole spectacle in. āI never thought Iād see the day Eddie āMuscle Mountainā Mitchell would fuss about a sports bra chafing his titties.ā Eddie punched his arm, releasing a giggle that rang louder than the baseball hits they both loved. āAw honey, just you wait till I show you my swing in these heels!" In the end, even with the great shift causing so much chaos and ridiculousness, it had brought a sense of living and laughter both desperately needed. Eddie, with his golden curls and Southern lilt, was still the same old friend. They were still great drinking buddies. They were still the best players in the coed softball team. And most importantly, they were still two mates sharing an apartment, now with the added bonus of free beer from Hooters.
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