The Unforeseen Side Effects of NuBody
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Title: The Unforeseen Side Effects of NuBody
Michael Stone, a bravearmed man made suddenly curvaceous by the admittedly experimental military program 'NuBody', sat across from his friend Jim in his very own bar, The Rusty Anchor. His frown was visible even under the layers of hastily applied makeup, attempting to match his new female features.
"Have you applied for a switchback, Stone?" Jim asked, eyeballing his friend who, though looking significantly more like a Marilyn Monroe impersonation than a burly marine, still exuded the same tough-as-nails demeanour he did on the battleground.
Michael sighed, kneading his forehead. "I have," he grumbled. "Turns out the supply of macho marine bodies is lesser than the demand. I'm stuck like this, Jim." He waved an exasperated hand at his buxom figure.
Jim smirked. "I hate to admit it, Mikey, but you're pulling off the curvy redhead look better than some women I know."
"Shut up, Jim," Michael responded with a glare, his new body language making the threat look more seductive than intimidating.
"The body suits ya, Mickey," chipped in Ben, the old-timer and bar-regular. "Just look at these tips!" He gestured with his beer glass at the full tip jar. "You're a goldmine on stilettos."
"I don't know whether to be insulted or take it as a backwards compliment," grumbled Michael, readjusting his uncomfortably low-cut uniform.
"And on that note," Jim drowned the last of his liquor. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when Stone, the fierce marine, traded semi-automatics for a tray of mojitos and margaritas!"
"Laugh it up, Jim," Michael sighed. "This...," he gestured vaguely at his new body, "...may not be what I expected, but at least I'm alive, right?" Even if alive meant living daily life in a garishly tight, cleavage-displaying costume with tips serving as his major income.
"Yeah, who knew being a military pinup came with fringe benefits, huh, Stone?" Ben nudged him, grinning from ear to ear.
Michael rolled his eyes, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, you old rascals. Now drink up or I'm banning you for life."
"Too dangerous, Mickey!" Ben laughed, raising his glass in salute before chugging down his beer.
The jolly chaos filled the bar as patriotic marine Michael Stone, in his gloriously curvaceous form, continued serving drinks with a bewildered smile. Somehow, he had found his way back to life in a completely unexpected pinup spectacle of a way. And as humbling as it was, it was also a new life, one he was going to make the most of - one beer, grunt, and busty form complaint at a time.
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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AI Prompts
Prompt: write a story with tons of dialogue where There was a new military program that people could sign up for called NuBody. If you were oversees and lost a limb or even your life, people were willing to donate there bodies. My buddy was placed in this program and swapped with a curvaceous and busty redheaded woman. I think heās a little annoyed about his swap right now instead of being a normal marine like he used to be he had the body of a regular military pinup girl. He was told he would have to build a new life for himself, now he's a waitress at a bar and has to wear low cut tops. He says its humiliating, but he is raking in the tips thanks to his new busty form.
Response: Title: The Unforeseen Side Effects of NuBody Michael Stone, a bravearmed man made suddenly curvaceous by the admittedly experimental military program 'NuBody', sat across from his friend Jim in his very own bar, The Rusty Anchor. His frown was visible even under the layers of hastily applied makeup, attempting to match his new female features. "Have you applied for a switchback, Stone?" Jim asked, eyeballing his friend who, though looking significantly more like a Marilyn Monroe impersonation than a burly marine, still exuded the same tough-as-nails demeanour he did on the battleground. Michael sighed, kneading his forehead. "I have," he grumbled. "Turns out the supply of macho marine bodies is lesser than the demand. I'm stuck like this, Jim." He waved an exasperated hand at his buxom figure. Jim smirked. "I hate to admit it, Mikey, but you're pulling off the curvy redhead look better than some women I know." "Shut up, Jim," Michael responded with a glare, his new body language making the threat look more seductive than intimidating. "The body suits ya, Mickey," chipped in Ben, the old-timer and bar-regular. "Just look at these tips!" He gestured with his beer glass at the full tip jar. "You're a goldmine on stilettos." "I don't know whether to be insulted or take it as a backwards compliment," grumbled Michael, readjusting his uncomfortably low-cut uniform. "And on that note," Jim drowned the last of his liquor. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when Stone, the fierce marine, traded semi-automatics for a tray of mojitos and margaritas!" "Laugh it up, Jim," Michael sighed. "This...," he gestured vaguely at his new body, "...may not be what I expected, but at least I'm alive, right?" Even if alive meant living daily life in a garishly tight, cleavage-displaying costume with tips serving as his major income. "Yeah, who knew being a military pinup came with fringe benefits, huh, Stone?" Ben nudged him, grinning from ear to ear. Michael rolled his eyes, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, you old rascals. Now drink up or I'm banning you for life." "Too dangerous, Mickey!" Ben laughed, raising his glass in salute before chugging down his beer. The jolly chaos filled the bar as patriotic marine Michael Stone, in his gloriously curvaceous form, continued serving drinks with a bewildered smile. Somehow, he had found his way back to life in a completely unexpected pinup spectacle of a way. And as humbling as it was, it was also a new life, one he was going to make the most of - one beer, grunt, and busty form complaint at a time.
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