"Fangs and Fangirls: The Hilarious Saga of the Were-Nerds"
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Connor and Paula had no recollection of the previous night's shenanigans, nor did they realize the part they played in the baffling chaos that transpired. They decided to shrug it off as a bizarre once-in-a-blue-moon (or in this case, once-in-a-super-moon) event and return to their ordinary lives. Little did they know, the adventure was far from over.
The next full moon came the following month, but the incident seemed to have grown less potent in their recollection. They continued their routine blissfully unaware, until one fateful day when their cool, hot neighbors, Skyler and Chasey, moved in next door.
Skyler was a man with the kind of chiseled jawline usually reserved for superhero action figures, and Chasey was a vision with an effortless beauty that made heads turn faster than a swivel chair in an office prank war. They moved in under the assumption that the neighborhood was as peaceful as could be.
For the first couple of weeks, all went well. Skyler could be seen out washing his convertible and Chasey perfecting her yoga poses in the backyard in the golden hue of the setting sun. But as the full moon approached and the clouds began to gather, the ordinary suburban tranquility was about to be shattered in the most hilariously nerdy way possible.
Unbeknownst to Connor and Paula, the latent Were-Bully powers inside them had consequences. If their victims came into contact with other people on the night of a full moon, the transformation would spread. This moon was no exception.
It began when Skyler was alone in the study, diligently trying to assemble a new bookshelf. As the clouds parted and the moon's rays touched his perfect cheekbones, Connor's previous wedgie victim from next door stumbled awkwardly into the lamplight—it was the same guy who was now a permanently transformed dork in comically oversized glasses, still straining to get his underpants out of the wedged predicament.
“Hey man,” the nerdy neighbor said in a nasal tone, “could you, like, give me a hand here?”
Skyler, bewildered and slightly repulsed, extended his hand out of pity. Just then, the moon’s brilliance shone brighter, illuminating the room. The transfer was instantaneous!
Skyler’s well-toned muscles didn't shrink exactly; instead, they seemed to redistribute in a painfully awkward manner, causing a mild stoop and weakening his once powerful frame. His clothes whirred and shifted—jeans becoming high-water khakis, his smooth V-neck morphing into a cardigan with elbow patches, and thick-rimmed glasses magically appeared upon his face. His voice squeaked as he muttered with horror, “Great Scott!”
Meanwhile, in their bedroom, Chasey was applying a face mask in the mirror. All of a sudden, her reflection took on a peculiar glow. She’d also had the unfortunate experience of lending the transformed female neighbor some sugar earlier in the evening. The cosmic connection instigated an instantaneous transformation—the yoga pants metamorphosed into a floral full-length skirt, her athletic bra became an ancient, too-supportive contraption that made her posture bizarrely upright. Her face contorted as her feminine allure degraded into an oddball expression of scientific curiosity. “Fascinating,” she remarked, her beautiful hair swirling into tight, unruly curls.
They hurried out of their house, their newfound fears directing them towards Connors and Paula’s residence. The couple, who had just settled into a cozy evening of Parcheesi (because why not, it was an oddly nostalgic idea), opened the door to their panic-stricken neighbors.
“Please,” Skyler begged in a voice breakingly nerdy, “you have to help us, something terribly geeky is happening!”
“Indeed!” Chasey chirped, adjusting her glasses with trembling hands, “It’s as if we’re... Were-Nerds!”
Connor and Paula exchanged a glance, clueless but intrigued.
“Ah, this place is cursed! Cursed!” Skyler continued, tripping over his own overly-large feet and falling into the Parcheesi board. “Apologies, fellow human bean pods... I mean, beings!”
Paula pieced together their earlier experiences. “You mean to tell us,” she said with an eyebrow raised, “that you... once-slash-kind-of-hot neighbors, have now been transformed into, um, well, like, us?”
The synchronized “what the fudge?” expressions solidified the proof that Skyler and Chasey had joined the nerd ranks.
Thus, began the suburban saga, where each month, the once-epic cool neighbors became slightly more pathetically nerdy with every fleeting full moon. Connor and Paula found themselves as unexpected mentors in Nerdom, teaching Skyler why it’s unacceptable to email cat memes to the boss at 3 a.m. and guiding Chasey through the frustrations of maze-solving in ancient text-adventure games.
In the end, much hilarity unfolded, with the new quirky quartet of Were-Nerds bumbling through hurdles and becoming an unexpectedly tight-knit group. As they say, the family that faces together, embraces together—even if they’re wearing too-tight suspenders and comparing vintage comic book collections.
And so, on every full moon night, the echo of “HOWW, HOWWW, AH-WEDGIEEE!” was heard, followed by the quieter, yet no less celebratory “Indeed!” echoing through the neighborhood.
This story was generated by user skyler_charles 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: Make a part two of the following story where the cool hot neighbors a man named Skyler and a woman named chasey are turned into were-nerds Connor and Paula were an ordinary couple. Well, mostly... Both of them, in their mid 20s, worked boring full time jobs which gave them enough money to rent a small house and save for their future together. They mostly stayed at home, occasionally having a night of fun out with their friends. Ordinary, except for the fact that once a month under the light of a full moon they transformed. Neither of them knew it as their transformation came with the side effect of forgetting what they had done. This October was special. The full moon would appear on October 17th and would appear bigger, brighter and for longer. It was a super moon; the Hunter's moon. Connor and Paula waited until the sun went down, watching for the special occurrence. When it was dark enough outside, they exited the front door of their house and searched the sky, hoping to see the full moon, but all they could see was a cloudy sky. They stood on their lawn, seeing their neighbors watching the sky from various windows too. It took about 10 minutes but eventually it happened. The clouds parted and the bright light appeared in the sky. The moon's rays touched the couple's eyes and the transformation begun. Connor's pajama's shifted, his pants growing heavier and larger, transforming into a stylish pair of jeans, his plain white t-shirt grew slightly larger and the thin jacket he wore expanded, shifting from black to a bright red and white Lettermen jacket. Even his underwear changed, the plain black briefs growing into a pair of plaid boxers. Beneath the clothes his body grew, his slightly thin frame widening. His slight chubbiness turning to rippling muscles and his height changing, so that he went from a modest 5'10" to 6'4". His medium-sized bulge even grew and filled out the crotch of the now tight jeans. He looked like a jock, the kind of person who would have bullied him in high school. Paula changed too. Her fluffy pink dressing gown changing to a bright red, then shrinking into a tight cheerleading uniform. Her small layer of fat faded away until she was supermodel thin with nice abs and an ass that looked nicer than most other girl's faces. Her comfortable boyshort panties became tinier and tinier until they invaded her ass cheeks, becoming a thong the same bright red as her cheer uniform. Her frizzy hair straightened as if it had been brushed and pulled back into a tight, neat, blonde ponytail behind her head. Connor squeezed her ass and gave her a hot, wet kiss. The 2 of them howled in unison like wolves at the Hunter's moon. "HOWW, HOWWW, AHHH WWWWOOO-EEEDGIEEEEE TIME!" The 2 Were-Bullies sprinted through their street until they found the first set of neighbors also watching the moon from their own front yard. The young couple were friends with Connor and Paula, but the were-bullies had no memories of the friendship, only an unquenchable taste for bullying. Connor grabbed the man by his waistband and pulled, the blue boxer-briefs he was wearing invading his ass and lifting him clean off the ground. The man yelled in pain and Connor howled "OWW, AH-WEDGIEEE!" Paula sprinted at the terrified woman and tore the long coat she was wearing to shreds. The woman covered her long, cotton nighty with her arms but Paula lifted the bottom of the nighty up over the woman's head and tied it in a knot, trapping her arms up above her and revealing her soft pink bikini panties. Paula grabbed the panties and yanked them up, causing the woman to scream through her nighty confinement. Together the Were-Bullies hung their victims from their own front fence and left them there, to find the next victim. The funny thing about a Were-Bully is that they can spread their affliction, much like a werewolf. Only, the Were-Bully has 2 ways of transforming people. The first is through saliva, like a werewolf's bite. Though Were-Bullies rarely bite, so the main method of transmission is through the dreaded wet willy. Connor gained his affliction when he kissed a transformed Paula, who had in turn gained hers from a Were-bully who had given her a brutal wet willy back in college. The second method was through skin to skin contact. Those unfortunate enough to have a run-in with a Were-Bully usually had contact with them through pantsings, noogies, occasional swirlies, and of course the most brutal; wedgies. The difference in these victims is that if they did not also get a wet willy found themselves transforming in a different way. Victims like Connor and Paula's recently wedgied neighbors. As the couple hung in the moonlight from their front fence in nothing but their underwear, they felt a shift. The man shrunk, his muscles fading and his bulge becoming little more than a thumb-sized nub. His boxer-briefs shrunk along with his body, turning white and transforming into a pair of nerdy briefs; now tighty whities sticking out of the back of his pants. The woman found her boobs grow smaller, turning from what was nearly a D-cup down to slightly larger than an A-cup. Her thin body became slightly less skinny and her panties grew from a bikini-cut to a larger cut, granny panties covered in pictures of flowers. A couple of Were-Nerds. There were certain similarities between Were-Bullies and Were-Nerds; both forgot memories of their lives before the transformation, believing that they had always been the way they were now. The main difference was that when the full moon faded Were-Bullies turned back into themselves and forgot they had ever been bullies, while Were-Nerds stayed changed both physically and mentally, continuing to wear dorky underwear and clothing, often finding themselves needing to wear glasses, and almost always continuing to get bullied and wedgied whether there was a Were-Bully around or not. As the sun rose, Connor and Paula found themselves waking up in the local park wearing the pajamas from the night before, both feeling so tired it was like they never slept. "Uh I don't even remember last night, we must started drinking!" Connor rationalized. The pair of them walked back home through the park, seeing some odd things. A man around 20 was tied to a fence in nothing but a pair of Transformers briefs, and a lady in a hanging wedgie from the top of the park playground with her My Little Pony panties on display. The strange display continued on their street too. A man in nothing but tighty whities walking around the neighborhood trying to get his atomic wedgie off his head. A couple in their 40s tied to their front porch by their clothes, the man completely nude with the smallest dick you could imagine and the woman with her white granny panties pulled up over her face. There was a man forced into Barbie panties pulled up a flagpole with his own ripped Superman briefs flying like a flag beneath him. Finally, they saw their neighbors wedgied on the front fence of their house, him with his tighty whities hooked over the fence and her with her nighty pulled up over her head, pink granny panties attached to the fence and her small breasts on display to anyone who walked by. "The kids in the neighborhood clearly had a busy night of pranks!" Connor said. "Good thing we got off scott-free." Paula added. "Yeah!" Connor agreed "Although my briefs are giving me a mad natural wedgie!" "Haha you're just as dorky as everyone else on our street" Paula said playfully, slapping Connor's butt.
Response: Connor and Paula had no recollection of the previous night's shenanigans, nor did they realize the part they played in the baffling chaos that transpired. They decided to shrug it off as a bizarre once-in-a-blue-moon (or in this case, once-in-a-super-moon) event and return to their ordinary lives. Little did they know, the adventure was far from over. The next full moon came the following month, but the incident seemed to have grown less potent in their recollection. They continued their routine blissfully unaware, until one fateful day when their cool, hot neighbors, Skyler and Chasey, moved in next door. Skyler was a man with the kind of chiseled jawline usually reserved for superhero action figures, and Chasey was a vision with an effortless beauty that made heads turn faster than a swivel chair in an office prank war. They moved in under the assumption that the neighborhood was as peaceful as could be. For the first couple of weeks, all went well. Skyler could be seen out washing his convertible and Chasey perfecting her yoga poses in the backyard in the golden hue of the setting sun. But as the full moon approached and the clouds began to gather, the ordinary suburban tranquility was about to be shattered in the most hilariously nerdy way possible. Unbeknownst to Connor and Paula, the latent Were-Bully powers inside them had consequences. If their victims came into contact with other people on the night of a full moon, the transformation would spread. This moon was no exception. It began when Skyler was alone in the study, diligently trying to assemble a new bookshelf. As the clouds parted and the moon's rays touched his perfect cheekbones, Connor's previous wedgie victim from next door stumbled awkwardly into the lamplight—it was the same guy who was now a permanently transformed dork in comically oversized glasses, still straining to get his underpants out of the wedged predicament. “Hey man,” the nerdy neighbor said in a nasal tone, “could you, like, give me a hand here?” Skyler, bewildered and slightly repulsed, extended his hand out of pity. Just then, the moon’s brilliance shone brighter, illuminating the room. The transfer was instantaneous! Skyler’s well-toned muscles didn't shrink exactly; instead, they seemed to redistribute in a painfully awkward manner, causing a mild stoop and weakening his once powerful frame. His clothes whirred and shifted—jeans becoming high-water khakis, his smooth V-neck morphing into a cardigan with elbow patches, and thick-rimmed glasses magically appeared upon his face. His voice squeaked as he muttered with horror, “Great Scott!” Meanwhile, in their bedroom, Chasey was applying a face mask in the mirror. All of a sudden, her reflection took on a peculiar glow. She’d also had the unfortunate experience of lending the transformed female neighbor some sugar earlier in the evening. The cosmic connection instigated an instantaneous transformation—the yoga pants metamorphosed into a floral full-length skirt, her athletic bra became an ancient, too-supportive contraption that made her posture bizarrely upright. Her face contorted as her feminine allure degraded into an oddball expression of scientific curiosity. “Fascinating,” she remarked, her beautiful hair swirling into tight, unruly curls. They hurried out of their house, their newfound fears directing them towards Connors and Paula’s residence. The couple, who had just settled into a cozy evening of Parcheesi (because why not, it was an oddly nostalgic idea), opened the door to their panic-stricken neighbors. “Please,” Skyler begged in a voice breakingly nerdy, “you have to help us, something terribly geeky is happening!” “Indeed!” Chasey chirped, adjusting her glasses with trembling hands, “It’s as if we’re... Were-Nerds!” Connor and Paula exchanged a glance, clueless but intrigued. “Ah, this place is cursed! Cursed!” Skyler continued, tripping over his own overly-large feet and falling into the Parcheesi board. “Apologies, fellow human bean pods... I mean, beings!” Paula pieced together their earlier experiences. “You mean to tell us,” she said with an eyebrow raised, “that you... once-slash-kind-of-hot neighbors, have now been transformed into, um, well, like, us?” The synchronized “what the fudge?” expressions solidified the proof that Skyler and Chasey had joined the nerd ranks. Thus, began the suburban saga, where each month, the once-epic cool neighbors became slightly more pathetically nerdy with every fleeting full moon. Connor and Paula found themselves as unexpected mentors in Nerdom, teaching Skyler why it’s unacceptable to email cat memes to the boss at 3 a.m. and guiding Chasey through the frustrations of maze-solving in ancient text-adventure games. In the end, much hilarity unfolded, with the new quirky quartet of Were-Nerds bumbling through hurdles and becoming an unexpectedly tight-knit group. As they say, the family that faces together, embraces together—even if they’re wearing too-tight suspenders and comparing vintage comic book collections. And so, on every full moon night, the echo of “HOWW, HOWWW, AH-WEDGIEEE!” was heard, followed by the quieter, yet no less celebratory “Indeed!” echoing through the neighborhood.
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