"The Chad Chronicles: A Date with Double Trouble"
0 Points
0
Alright, buckle up because we're diving into an unbelievably wild date!
We were sitting in a cozy little café, just me and my girlfriend Lilly, enjoying our lattes when I felt the atmosphere shift like a linebacker barreled into it. Lilly’s eyes suddenly grew sharper, her posture more dominating. Before I knew it, Chad was here.
He blinked a few times, seeming to take stock of the situation. Then, a grin spread across his—uh, Lilly’s?—face. "Ay, bro!" Chad hooted, cupping Lilly’s chest with both hands. "Damn, look at deez tings, man! Crazy, right?" He reached up to give me a high five. I could see other patrons giving us confused glances, but all I could do was oblige with a nervous laugh.
"Chad," I started cautiously, "Why don't you tell me more about yourself?"
Chad leaned back, looking thoughtfully down at Lilly’s cleavage as if consulting some sacred texts. "Mang, I love football, you know? Ain't nuttin' like tossin’ a pigskin around. But, yo," he added, contemplating Lilly's body, "catchin’ wit' dis situation? Might be a lil' difficult." He gave Lilly’s chest another experimental bounce and chuckled. "You feel me?"
I nearly choked on my coffee. Yup, this would be an interesting date.
"Alright, Chad," I suggested, trying to divert his attention before he did something more… public. "How about you drive us home? I know you love cars."
"Ain't gotta ask me twice," Chad crowed, jumping up from the table and nearly spilling our drinks in his excitement. "Hell yeah, bro!”
I watched, half-amused, half-terrified, as he wiggled Lilly’s curvaceous form into the driver’s seat. There was a lot of grumbling and a fair bit of squishy-breast-repositioning going on. "Damn seatbelt won’t go over deez tings… and yo, this ass, mang! Never sittin' uncomfy again, feel me?"
We finally got moving, Chad growling under his breath about bra straps. He drove like he was on a racetrack, muttering about "stupid amateur hour" every five seconds.
"Yo, fool, cut me off again, see what happens!" he shouted, flipping the bird at a minivan that had dared to merge too leisurely. Definitely not how Lilly drove.
When we made it back home in one piece, Chad immediately headed for the kitchen. "Time for a brew, homie," he announced, bumping the fridge door shut with one of Lilly’s wide hips. He reappeared a moment later, looking almost reverently at a bra he’d evidently liberated. "Double D, huh?" he mused proudly, then stuffed it in his pocket like a trophy.
Chad reappeared after a few minutes, Lilly's form now squeezed into a football jersey that proudly wore the number twelve, albeit a significantly distorted version of it. His red hair was up in a messy ponytail. “Damn, lookin’ fly, ain't I?” He strutted over to the couch and plopped down next to me, brewski in hand.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Lilly was gonna have some interesting memories from today. Yet, as much of a handful as Chad was, I found myself enjoying his antics. Seeing Lilly—well, Chad—in this light was oddly refreshing.
"Bro," Chad said, knocking back a sip of beer, "you a lucky guy wit' a girl like Lily, but yo... y'all ever do doubles? Man, what a life!"
I smiled, not quite sure how to respond. With Lilly and Chad, my life was anything but ordinary, and maybe that was just what I needed.
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 about My girlfriend Lilly suffered from multiple personalities, she has a few in her head and they come out from time to time. She usually can control it but sometimes they take over. We were on a date today and her male personality Chad took over. Chad is your typical buff and strong guy, so seeing his personality come out of her body can be jarring. Chad loves her body a whole lot especially her large prominent boobs and her wide sexy hips. He immediately cups his new chest and smirks as he flips his long red hair out of his face with is feminine French tipped pink nails. Holy crap, bro! I can’t believe I’m a chick, I swear it’s a crazy feeling but look at the size of these boobs, am I right He reaches up to give me a high five. Chad grins at you as he stares down at your girlfriends' breasts. I ask Chad to tell me more about himself, he tells me he loves football. He offers to play catch at the park and then looks down at his curvy body and thinks otherwise. “Nice to meet you David, I would normally say let got throw the ball around in the park but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to play properly with these things!” he gestures to his chest and bounces them in his hands. After the date I offer to let him drive because I knew he loves cars. Chad is ecstatic and hops into the driver seat. Hell yeah, bro!! Chad excitedly exclaims as he slides his curvy body behind the wheel of your car. “Man, I don’t even remember the last time I drove anywhere!” You watch him fumble with the seat belt and seat, trying to avoid squishing his breasts while also reaching the peddles. You’ve watched your girlfriend drive plenty of times, but she has a very definite driving position that involves being sat Totally upright, almost pressed against the steering wheel to see over the dash. But Chad seems to be having trouble. He complains about trying to put the seatbelt around his new massive rack He grumbles to himself as he can't seem to get the seatbelt over his new large breasts. He also realizes how round and thick his new ass is when he comments on how he will never sit in discomfort again He complains about his bra straps though. After we get a move on begin to drive back home, I see Chad is a much more aggressive driver than my girlfriend, he even flips off a guy for cutting him off which my girlfriend would never do. When we get home, he puts on a football game and heads to the kitchen to get a beer bumping the fridge door closed with one of his wide hips and removes his bra. He looks down and is shocked by the sheer size of it. Double D cups is what the tag says he looks upon his new chest proudly while going upstairs to look for some more comfortable clothes. He decides to throw on a football jersey which didn't fit over his generous chest warping the number twelve on the jersey he also ties his red hair up into a messy ponytail. When he sits back down on the couch next to me. I love my girlfriend but seeing her act like Chad has been very fun. Write Chads Dialogue in a ghetto Latino voice.
Response: Alright, buckle up because we're diving into an unbelievably wild date! We were sitting in a cozy little café, just me and my girlfriend Lilly, enjoying our lattes when I felt the atmosphere shift like a linebacker barreled into it. Lilly’s eyes suddenly grew sharper, her posture more dominating. Before I knew it, Chad was here. He blinked a few times, seeming to take stock of the situation. Then, a grin spread across his—uh, Lilly’s?—face. "Ay, bro!" Chad hooted, cupping Lilly’s chest with both hands. "Damn, look at deez tings, man! Crazy, right?" He reached up to give me a high five. I could see other patrons giving us confused glances, but all I could do was oblige with a nervous laugh. "Chad," I started cautiously, "Why don't you tell me more about yourself?" Chad leaned back, looking thoughtfully down at Lilly’s cleavage as if consulting some sacred texts. "Mang, I love football, you know? Ain't nuttin' like tossin’ a pigskin around. But, yo," he added, contemplating Lilly's body, "catchin’ wit' dis situation? Might be a lil' difficult." He gave Lilly’s chest another experimental bounce and chuckled. "You feel me?" I nearly choked on my coffee. Yup, this would be an interesting date. "Alright, Chad," I suggested, trying to divert his attention before he did something more… public. "How about you drive us home? I know you love cars." "Ain't gotta ask me twice," Chad crowed, jumping up from the table and nearly spilling our drinks in his excitement. "Hell yeah, bro!” I watched, half-amused, half-terrified, as he wiggled Lilly’s curvaceous form into the driver’s seat. There was a lot of grumbling and a fair bit of squishy-breast-repositioning going on. "Damn seatbelt won’t go over deez tings… and yo, this ass, mang! Never sittin' uncomfy again, feel me?" We finally got moving, Chad growling under his breath about bra straps. He drove like he was on a racetrack, muttering about "stupid amateur hour" every five seconds. "Yo, fool, cut me off again, see what happens!" he shouted, flipping the bird at a minivan that had dared to merge too leisurely. Definitely not how Lilly drove. When we made it back home in one piece, Chad immediately headed for the kitchen. "Time for a brew, homie," he announced, bumping the fridge door shut with one of Lilly’s wide hips. He reappeared a moment later, looking almost reverently at a bra he’d evidently liberated. "Double D, huh?" he mused proudly, then stuffed it in his pocket like a trophy. Chad reappeared after a few minutes, Lilly's form now squeezed into a football jersey that proudly wore the number twelve, albeit a significantly distorted version of it. His red hair was up in a messy ponytail. “Damn, lookin’ fly, ain't I?” He strutted over to the couch and plopped down next to me, brewski in hand. I couldn’t help but laugh. Lilly was gonna have some interesting memories from today. Yet, as much of a handful as Chad was, I found myself enjoying his antics. Seeing Lilly—well, Chad—in this light was oddly refreshing. "Bro," Chad said, knocking back a sip of beer, "you a lucky guy wit' a girl like Lily, but yo... y'all ever do doubles? Man, what a life!" I smiled, not quite sure how to respond. With Lilly and Chad, my life was anything but ordinary, and maybe that was just what I needed.
Post your own comment: