**Title: Mom's Makeover Mayhem**
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**Title: Possession and Perspiration**
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"I told you it would work," came the muffled voice of Timmy, who was peeping around the corner of his mom’s bedroom.
Timmy gazed at his sleeping mom, peacefully unaware of the experimentation about to occur on her. With a grin, he carefully lined up his newest invention—a small metallic chip—and lightly lobbed it at her head. It landed silently and magnetized itself immediately.
"Here goes nothing," he muttered, pressing a button on his phone.
Suddenly, Timmy felt a peculiar sensation as if he was being drawn into a whirlpool. Whooshing sounds filled his ears, and his vision spun until he was no longer himself but... his mom?
He looked down at his—now her—body and let out a startled, yet slightly giddy, laugh.
“Mom’s body is... a lot to handle,” Timmy said, feeling the weight of her curves. He navigated back to his room with an awkward waddle, tripping over a pair of his mom's high-heeled shoes strewn on the floor.
Settling onto the bed, Timmy opened FaceTime and called his best friend, Alex. With a mischievous grin, he watched the screen lighten up and Alex’s puzzled face pop into view.
“Uh, Mrs. Thompson?” Alex asked, eyebrow raised.
“No, dude, it’s me, Timmy!” came the excited reply from Mom’s voice box.
Alex’s eyebrows nearly climbed off his face. “No freaking way! Show me something only Timmy would know.”
Timmy, now Mom, scrolled her eyes in recollection. “Remember when we were playing Call of Duty, and I stood up too fast and knocked the shelf on my head? That’s something only Timmy would know!”
Alex busted out laughing. “Okay, okay, it’s you! So, possession chips worked, huh?”
“Yeah! And now I got..." Timmy made an effortful shimmy, showing off his—or rather, his mom's—abundant assets, "...these!”
“Crazy!” Alex mused. “We’ve got to, like, document this for science or something, bro. Or at least for laughs!”
He grabbed a nearby mirror and inspected his reflection, trying to get accustomed to the sight of mom's curves being manipulated so cheerfully.
Within minutes, eight of Timmy’s friends were over. The room buzzed with laughter, taunts, and cheers. They all sat in a circle, each daring Timmy to make his "mom" do increasingly absurd poses.
“All right, Timmy,” challenged Jake, the class clown. “Make Mom do this.”
He stuck his tongue out and did a ridiculous pose that resembled a broken flamingo.
Timmy complied, laughing as he struck the absurd pose. The room erupted with snickers and gut-bursting laughter.
Next, Dylan dared, “Try the classic Instagram post pose, you know, the ‘oh, I didn’t see you there’ look.”
Smirking, Timmy composed himself, pushing out his chest and giving his best mock surprised expression. The boys hollered in amusement.
After a while, Timmy figured he could make a little side hustle out of this impressive feat. He adjusted the body and took various suggestive selfies—just for science, of course. With careful consideration, he sent a few sultry shots, clothed in lingerie and swimsuits, to some adoring fans who were none the wiser.
“Easiest fifty bucks I ever made,” Timmy said, showing the guys the payment confirmations.
However, after all the fun and games, a realization struck him: Should he thank his mom—or at least her curves—for unwittingly funding his entrepreneurial dream?
As Timmy prepared to undo the possession, he quietly muttered, “Mom, your curves did good. And, uh, sorry about all the weird poses. And uh, the internet thing...”
It was then he noticed something unusual. Mom’s eyes had slightly fluttered open during his entire monologue.
If she remembered this incident, the next possession experiment might end up being Timmy grounded for life.
With a gulp and a press of a button, Timmy returned to his own body. He rightly decided the best course of action was to silently tiptoe out of his mom’s room, all while she slept, blissfully unaware—or at least he hoped.
“Hope you're a deep sleeper, Mom,” he whispered to the air, before retreating to his lab for another day of mischief.
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Timmy vowed never to play possession games with mom’s body again—or at least not until the next tech breakthrough sparked another round of hilariously reckless fun.
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.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where a son uses his new invention called possession chips. While his mom was sleeping he toss the chip against her head and it magnetized to her. He pressed a button on his phone and soon he had taken over his mom's body. He now has mom busty boobs and her curvy ass. He uses them to get what he wants. He facetimes his friends to tell him about what happened they all come over to his house and soon they play a game where they tell him to pose his body in sexy poses and some silly ones too. He uses moms curves to make some cash too he sends sexy nudes to his friends and lingeire an bikini photos. After all these possessions of his mom he should really thank her, or at least her mouthwatering curves for making him cold hard cash.
Response: **Title: Possession and Perspiration** --- "I told you it would work," came the muffled voice of Timmy, who was peeping around the corner of his mom’s bedroom. Timmy gazed at his sleeping mom, peacefully unaware of the experimentation about to occur on her. With a grin, he carefully lined up his newest invention—a small metallic chip—and lightly lobbed it at her head. It landed silently and magnetized itself immediately. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, pressing a button on his phone. Suddenly, Timmy felt a peculiar sensation as if he was being drawn into a whirlpool. Whooshing sounds filled his ears, and his vision spun until he was no longer himself but... his mom? He looked down at his—now her—body and let out a startled, yet slightly giddy, laugh. “Mom’s body is... a lot to handle,” Timmy said, feeling the weight of her curves. He navigated back to his room with an awkward waddle, tripping over a pair of his mom's high-heeled shoes strewn on the floor. Settling onto the bed, Timmy opened FaceTime and called his best friend, Alex. With a mischievous grin, he watched the screen lighten up and Alex’s puzzled face pop into view. “Uh, Mrs. Thompson?” Alex asked, eyebrow raised. “No, dude, it’s me, Timmy!” came the excited reply from Mom’s voice box. Alex’s eyebrows nearly climbed off his face. “No freaking way! Show me something only Timmy would know.” Timmy, now Mom, scrolled her eyes in recollection. “Remember when we were playing Call of Duty, and I stood up too fast and knocked the shelf on my head? That’s something only Timmy would know!” Alex busted out laughing. “Okay, okay, it’s you! So, possession chips worked, huh?” “Yeah! And now I got..." Timmy made an effortful shimmy, showing off his—or rather, his mom's—abundant assets, "...these!” “Crazy!” Alex mused. “We’ve got to, like, document this for science or something, bro. Or at least for laughs!” He grabbed a nearby mirror and inspected his reflection, trying to get accustomed to the sight of mom's curves being manipulated so cheerfully. Within minutes, eight of Timmy’s friends were over. The room buzzed with laughter, taunts, and cheers. They all sat in a circle, each daring Timmy to make his "mom" do increasingly absurd poses. “All right, Timmy,” challenged Jake, the class clown. “Make Mom do this.” He stuck his tongue out and did a ridiculous pose that resembled a broken flamingo. Timmy complied, laughing as he struck the absurd pose. The room erupted with snickers and gut-bursting laughter. Next, Dylan dared, “Try the classic Instagram post pose, you know, the ‘oh, I didn’t see you there’ look.” Smirking, Timmy composed himself, pushing out his chest and giving his best mock surprised expression. The boys hollered in amusement. After a while, Timmy figured he could make a little side hustle out of this impressive feat. He adjusted the body and took various suggestive selfies—just for science, of course. With careful consideration, he sent a few sultry shots, clothed in lingerie and swimsuits, to some adoring fans who were none the wiser. “Easiest fifty bucks I ever made,” Timmy said, showing the guys the payment confirmations. However, after all the fun and games, a realization struck him: Should he thank his mom—or at least her curves—for unwittingly funding his entrepreneurial dream? As Timmy prepared to undo the possession, he quietly muttered, “Mom, your curves did good. And, uh, sorry about all the weird poses. And uh, the internet thing...” It was then he noticed something unusual. Mom’s eyes had slightly fluttered open during his entire monologue. If she remembered this incident, the next possession experiment might end up being Timmy grounded for life. With a gulp and a press of a button, Timmy returned to his own body. He rightly decided the best course of action was to silently tiptoe out of his mom’s room, all while she slept, blissfully unaware—or at least he hoped. “Hope you're a deep sleeper, Mom,” he whispered to the air, before retreating to his lab for another day of mischief. --- Timmy vowed never to play possession games with mom’s body again—or at least not until the next tech breakthrough sparked another round of hilariously reckless fun.
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