The Great Curveball
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Title: The Great Curveball
Growing up, my brother, Jack, and I were inseparable, tied together at the hip by our shared love for baseball. Jack was leagues ahead of me in skills and before the unprecedented occurrence we called "the great shift," he was undoubtedly scouting material for the majors.
That is until one sunny Tuesday, when 50 percent of the world's population woke up in strange bodies - in strange genders even. My sturdy sports-loving brother found himself in our mother's spicy, curvy, and well-endowed physique.
“Would you look at me?” Jack exclaimed at our first catch session, dressed in our mum's conservative stretch pants and an oversized baseball tee. “These French tipped nails are throwing off my grip.”
Trying to catch the ball, Jack sent us both into fits of giggles as he fended off his new well-endowed obstacles - our mother's body didn't quite have the same streamlined design as his former athletic one.
But Jack, always the trooper, decided to work out mum's body and get it ready for the coed baseball season. There were some interesting hiccups along the way, of course.
At one game, he was smacked by a wild pitch that connected solidly with his left boob. The crowd doubled over in laughter while Jack nursed his chest, grumbling, “I didn’t think these things could be so sensitive!”
Another time, a moment that lives in infamy among us and our buddies, Jack made a diving catch, and the baseball buried itself in the grand valley of his cleavage. Jack rose to his feet, holding up the ball, trapped like a roosting bird, a grin spread wide across his face. "Still counts as an out!"
The BullDogs logo that once graced Jack's sturdy chest was now warped by mum's endowments - our team mascot bore an uncanny resemblance to a Dachshund. And, find me a sports store in this town that sells baseball pants tailored for wide hips and full bottoms!
But despite everything, the adapted stride in his walk, the awkwardly carried upper body weight, the unanimously awarded nickname “Jackie O” by our friends, Jack kept his chin up. He was still effortlessly the best player on the team.
Through it all, hilarity came in plenty. When Jack was at bat, every pitch thrown his way was a gut-busting comedy of resilience and adherence. Hey, who knew mom was in such good shape?
We never stopped enjoying these precious, funny, and let's just say "curvy" experiences alongside Jack. Motherhood had brought about a fantastic second-hand adventure for us all, and boy, did we love the ride!
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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Prompt: write a story with a lot of dialogue where Me and my brother loved baseball. We both played together growing up. We was a far better player than me and he was probably going to get drafted to the pros after college. That was before the great shift which was an occurrence that swapped 50 percent of thew populations bodies came and swapped him into our mother’s curvy and busty body. Obviously he was pretty bummed out at first, especially when we first decided to play a game of catch he had a hard time throwing with his new boobs in the way he always complained about moms french tipped nails throwing off his grip too. but my brother has always taken things in stride. He decided to workout mom’s body and get her ready for Coed baseball season where he played with some of his friends from high school they liked to tease him and make nicknames about his new body but he was having fun and still was the best player in the team even with the two large hindrances on his chest. One time he even got it by a pitch on the boob which caused me and all his buddies to laugh or that other time he went for a diving catch and the ball landed in his mountainous cleavage, hey still counts as an out right even if you catch it with your boobs. I didn’t know mom was in such good shape. He did struggle to adjust to moms new breasts but over time he grow to get used to them but his usual BullDogs font across his jersey was warped by moms chestiness. He also struggled to find baseball pants to fit over his curvy ass and wipe hips.
Response: Title: The Great Curveball Growing up, my brother, Jack, and I were inseparable, tied together at the hip by our shared love for baseball. Jack was leagues ahead of me in skills and before the unprecedented occurrence we called "the great shift," he was undoubtedly scouting material for the majors. That is until one sunny Tuesday, when 50 percent of the world's population woke up in strange bodies - in strange genders even. My sturdy sports-loving brother found himself in our mother's spicy, curvy, and well-endowed physique. “Would you look at me?” Jack exclaimed at our first catch session, dressed in our mum's conservative stretch pants and an oversized baseball tee. “These French tipped nails are throwing off my grip.” Trying to catch the ball, Jack sent us both into fits of giggles as he fended off his new well-endowed obstacles - our mother's body didn't quite have the same streamlined design as his former athletic one. But Jack, always the trooper, decided to work out mum's body and get it ready for the coed baseball season. There were some interesting hiccups along the way, of course. At one game, he was smacked by a wild pitch that connected solidly with his left boob. The crowd doubled over in laughter while Jack nursed his chest, grumbling, “I didn’t think these things could be so sensitive!” Another time, a moment that lives in infamy among us and our buddies, Jack made a diving catch, and the baseball buried itself in the grand valley of his cleavage. Jack rose to his feet, holding up the ball, trapped like a roosting bird, a grin spread wide across his face. "Still counts as an out!" The BullDogs logo that once graced Jack's sturdy chest was now warped by mum's endowments - our team mascot bore an uncanny resemblance to a Dachshund. And, find me a sports store in this town that sells baseball pants tailored for wide hips and full bottoms! But despite everything, the adapted stride in his walk, the awkwardly carried upper body weight, the unanimously awarded nickname “Jackie O” by our friends, Jack kept his chin up. He was still effortlessly the best player on the team. Through it all, hilarity came in plenty. When Jack was at bat, every pitch thrown his way was a gut-busting comedy of resilience and adherence. Hey, who knew mom was in such good shape? We never stopped enjoying these precious, funny, and let's just say "curvy" experiences alongside Jack. Motherhood had brought about a fantastic second-hand adventure for us all, and boy, did we love the ride!
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