Babe Watch: The Hilarious Transformation Prank
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I’d been toiling away for years on my transformation app, a marvel of modern technology that could morph people into different forms. The pièce de résistance was the awareness slider, which could make people aware or completely oblivious to their changes. Finally, I’d perfected it. Now, it was time to test it on my unsuspecting friend, Tony.
Tony was your typical sports-loving guy from the city with an Italian mobster accent that made even a simple “hello” sound like a threat. But today, he’d be a whole lot more interesting.
I set the parameters, flicked the "awareness" slider to "unaware," and with a tap, transformed Tony into a hot, busty blonde babe dressed in red lingerie. I could hardly wait to see how he'd react—or rather, wouldn’t react.
I walked into the living room, and there he was, just as I'd imagined: blonde hair cascading over his shoulders, cleavage that could make a mountain jealous, and legs for days. And he was… watching sports on TV. Because of course he was.
"Tony, whatcha watchin'?" I asked, trying to suppress my giggles.
"Hey, Vinnie, I'm watchin' da game. You know, da one wit' da ball," he replied, eyes glued to the screen.
"Ya don't say? Game any good?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's pretty good. But check dis out. Just flicked over to da news for a sec," Tony said, flipping the channel with the remote. On the screen appeared a news anchor with an enviable rack.
"Now dat's an impressive pair, eh, Vinnie?" Tony said, gesturing at the screen. I nearly choked trying not to laugh.
"Tony, you ain't lyin'. She’s got nothin' on you though." My grin almost gave me away.
Tony glanced down, not even blinking. "Oh, yeah, I guess. But hey, check out da weather girl. She's got an ass that don’t quit."
Tony flipped to the weather forecast, where a woman was showing off high temperatures in a high-waisted skirt. "Nice, but your ass, Tony… it's like two perfectly rounded meatballs."
Tony patted his own derrière absentmindedly. "Eh, ya ain't wrong. Dis ass gets more attention than a car crash."
His hand lingered on his hip then slid to his thigh as he shifted on the couch, causing more assets to jiggle. I felt like I was watching a surrealist comedy sketch come to life.
"So, T... any plans for da night lookin' like dat?"
"Nah, just gonna watch da rest o' da game, maybe hit da sack early. Why ya askin', you got a hot date or somethin'?"
"Somethin' like dat," I replied, unable to hide the smirk creeping onto my face.
"Well, don't let me keep ya," Tony said, flipping back to the game without a second thought.
As I left the room, I couldn't help but laugh. This was potentially the greatest prank I'd ever pulled. Tomorrow, maybe I'd let Tony in on it. Or maybe I'd figure out how to set the slider back to "aware" remotely, just to see the look on his face.
But for now, I was going to enjoy every second of this. After all, Tony the Busty Blonde Babe had to get his beauty sleep, and I had to figure out which of my friends would be next in line for a "test."
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 dialogue where I had been working on my transformation app for years and I finally had finished my development of it. It could transform anyone into a different form. The best part is the awareness slider, I can make people aware or unsafe of their changes. I decided to test it on my friend. I changed his body in the body of a hot busty blonde babe in a red lingerie, but the best sort was I set the awareness setting to unaware. I went into the living room to see him in his sexy body still watching sports on TV. He flips into the news for a second and comments on the news anchors rack, which is similar to his own, he also likes the weather woman's ass which his own ass was much better than. He thinks this is all normal and that he has always had this busty body. Give my friend an Italian mobster accent in his dialogue.
Response: I’d been toiling away for years on my transformation app, a marvel of modern technology that could morph people into different forms. The pièce de résistance was the awareness slider, which could make people aware or completely oblivious to their changes. Finally, I’d perfected it. Now, it was time to test it on my unsuspecting friend, Tony. Tony was your typical sports-loving guy from the city with an Italian mobster accent that made even a simple “hello” sound like a threat. But today, he’d be a whole lot more interesting. I set the parameters, flicked the "awareness" slider to "unaware," and with a tap, transformed Tony into a hot, busty blonde babe dressed in red lingerie. I could hardly wait to see how he'd react—or rather, wouldn’t react. I walked into the living room, and there he was, just as I'd imagined: blonde hair cascading over his shoulders, cleavage that could make a mountain jealous, and legs for days. And he was… watching sports on TV. Because of course he was. "Tony, whatcha watchin'?" I asked, trying to suppress my giggles. "Hey, Vinnie, I'm watchin' da game. You know, da one wit' da ball," he replied, eyes glued to the screen. "Ya don't say? Game any good?" "Yeah, yeah, it's pretty good. But check dis out. Just flicked over to da news for a sec," Tony said, flipping the channel with the remote. On the screen appeared a news anchor with an enviable rack. "Now dat's an impressive pair, eh, Vinnie?" Tony said, gesturing at the screen. I nearly choked trying not to laugh. "Tony, you ain't lyin'. She’s got nothin' on you though." My grin almost gave me away. Tony glanced down, not even blinking. "Oh, yeah, I guess. But hey, check out da weather girl. She's got an ass that don’t quit." Tony flipped to the weather forecast, where a woman was showing off high temperatures in a high-waisted skirt. "Nice, but your ass, Tony… it's like two perfectly rounded meatballs." Tony patted his own derrière absentmindedly. "Eh, ya ain't wrong. Dis ass gets more attention than a car crash." His hand lingered on his hip then slid to his thigh as he shifted on the couch, causing more assets to jiggle. I felt like I was watching a surrealist comedy sketch come to life. "So, T... any plans for da night lookin' like dat?" "Nah, just gonna watch da rest o' da game, maybe hit da sack early. Why ya askin', you got a hot date or somethin'?" "Somethin' like dat," I replied, unable to hide the smirk creeping onto my face. "Well, don't let me keep ya," Tony said, flipping back to the game without a second thought. As I left the room, I couldn't help but laugh. This was potentially the greatest prank I'd ever pulled. Tomorrow, maybe I'd let Tony in on it. Or maybe I'd figure out how to set the slider back to "aware" remotely, just to see the look on his face. But for now, I was going to enjoy every second of this. After all, Tony the Busty Blonde Babe had to get his beauty sleep, and I had to figure out which of my friends would be next in line for a "test."
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