The Reality Remote and the Bodacious Bombshell
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Title: The Reality Remote and the Bodacious Bombshell
It was an age-old story of best friends, college chaos, and...body-swapping electronics? Trust me, you haven't heard this one before.
Meet our protagonists: two guys called Jake and myself. We'd been roommates at the esteemed Colorado University for a quadrumvirate of beer-soaked, study-drowned years. Jake was your quintessential college nerd. His legs looked like they'd snap in a gale and his arms held less muscle than a malnourished twig.
Then you had me, the lucky holder of the 'Reality Remote'. Now, you're probably wondering where I found this miracle of 21st-century technology. To tell you the truth, it wasn't in some tetchy old witches' shop or coded in the pages of an arcane book. Nay! I found the reality remote wedged between the worn-out cushions of our ragged third-hand couch in our dorm room.
The remote, as bizarre as it sounds, swapped bodies, leaving the 'swapees' convinced they always had them. The perfect tool for mischief, right?
Ready to test it, I found my unwitting subject: Jake. Cute, nerdy Jake. And to up the ante, I needed someone much different from him in physique and, dare I say, charm. Enter Mrs. White, the campus hotshot, the red-headed English teacher with an hourglass figure that made even the clock in the university tower envious.
With the remote gripped tight and belly overcome with butterflies, I aimed and zapped. It was as if the world blinked. When the dust settled, Mrs. White stood, frail and gangly, in Jake's clothes, and Jake- well, let's just say he filled Mrs. White's pencil skirt quite differently.
This new Jake, in Mrs. White's curvaceous body, complete with flaming red hair and an ample bosom, plopped beside me on the sofa and asked to play Call of Duty, like nothing happened. I stifled a laughter by feigning a coughing fit. The spectacle was pure comedy gold. This new Jake sporting feminine curves behaving just like our old nerdy Jake.
Jake complained about breaking a nail, cursed at his massive bust for needing a bra, and insulted the darn strap for digging into his shoulder. Horribly amusing, but I had to silently concur; bras can be a real pain. As I fought back laughter, I nodded and handed him the PlayStation controller. This was going to be more entertaining than any round of our favourite video game.
Oh, the Reality Remote, folks. What a remarkable piece of technology, making our dull college life a pop-up book of relentless laughter!
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.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALLĀ·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: write a story about when I found a reality remote which is a remote that can switch people's bodies but leaves them unaware and makes them think they have always had their new body. I knew I needed to test it on my buddy Jake. Jake is a typical nerdy college guy; he has lanky arms and skinny legs. But me and him had been roommates for all four years here at Colorado university. When I saw Mrs. White a hot and busty redheaded English teacher here at our school I zapped her and Jake with the remote. Now Jake still acts like the same nerd he's always been, but he had Mrs. Whites curvaceous and busty body. He is asking if I want to play a round of Call of Duty with him on PlayStation right now but he's complaining about a broken nail from the joystick. HE also complained about the bra strap digging into his shoulder and cursed at his boobs for being so bug they even needed a bra. This remote is hilarious.
Response: Title: The Reality Remote and the Bodacious Bombshell It was an age-old story of best friends, college chaos, and...body-swapping electronics? Trust me, you haven't heard this one before. Meet our protagonists: two guys called Jake and myself. We'd been roommates at the esteemed Colorado University for a quadrumvirate of beer-soaked, study-drowned years. Jake was your quintessential college nerd. His legs looked like they'd snap in a gale and his arms held less muscle than a malnourished twig. Then you had me, the lucky holder of the 'Reality Remote'. Now, you're probably wondering where I found this miracle of 21st-century technology. To tell you the truth, it wasn't in some tetchy old witches' shop or coded in the pages of an arcane book. Nay! I found the reality remote wedged between the worn-out cushions of our ragged third-hand couch in our dorm room. The remote, as bizarre as it sounds, swapped bodies, leaving the 'swapees' convinced they always had them. The perfect tool for mischief, right? Ready to test it, I found my unwitting subject: Jake. Cute, nerdy Jake. And to up the ante, I needed someone much different from him in physique and, dare I say, charm. Enter Mrs. White, the campus hotshot, the red-headed English teacher with an hourglass figure that made even the clock in the university tower envious. With the remote gripped tight and belly overcome with butterflies, I aimed and zapped. It was as if the world blinked. When the dust settled, Mrs. White stood, frail and gangly, in Jake's clothes, and Jake- well, let's just say he filled Mrs. White's pencil skirt quite differently. This new Jake, in Mrs. White's curvaceous body, complete with flaming red hair and an ample bosom, plopped beside me on the sofa and asked to play Call of Duty, like nothing happened. I stifled a laughter by feigning a coughing fit. The spectacle was pure comedy gold. This new Jake sporting feminine curves behaving just like our old nerdy Jake. Jake complained about breaking a nail, cursed at his massive bust for needing a bra, and insulted the darn strap for digging into his shoulder. Horribly amusing, but I had to silently concur; bras can be a real pain. As I fought back laughter, I nodded and handed him the PlayStation controller. This was going to be more entertaining than any round of our favourite video game. Oh, the Reality Remote, folks. What a remarkable piece of technology, making our dull college life a pop-up book of relentless laughter!
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