Metamorphosis Unleashed: A Transformation App Tale
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I had been working on my transformation app for years, perfecting every last detail. The ability to change someone’s form at the swipe of a finger was no small feat, especially with the awareness slider that could alter how aware someone was of their transformation. Today was the day to test its final version.
“Greg,” I called from my lab. “Can you come over here for a second?”
Greg, my middle-aged friend with his unmistakable accent, lumbered into the room. “Yeah, what’s up? This better be good, mate. The Broncos’ game’s about to start.”
“Oh, it’ll be worth it,” I replied, holding up my phone. “I’ve got the app ready. Can I try it on you? Just for a bit of fun.”
He raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “Sure, why not. If it makes ya happy.”
With a grin, I selected the transformation target from the drop-down menu—“Hot Busty Blonde”—and adjusted the awareness slider to “Unaware.” I hit the Execute button.
In a blink, Greg's body shifted dramatically. His torso elongated and slimmed, his waist cinched while his hips and chest expanded rapidly into curves that a supermodel would envy. I blinked, almost not believing my eyes as he transformed. Now, he was a sultry blonde in a red lingerie set, but his eyes retained the same steady and unassuming gaze as ever.
“Alright,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You can go back now.”
“Right-o,” Greg said, his voice higher but still carrying that familiar gruffness. He sauntered back to the living room, his new form causing every part of him to jiggle and bounce with each step.
I followed, just in time to see him plop back on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips. Seconds later, his face screwed up in anger as his team threw an interception.
“Aw, c’mon! What the bloody hell was that?!” he yelled, leaping up. His entire insanely voluptuous body wobbled and bounced in ways that caused me to stifle a laugh.
He angrily flicked the remote to a news channel. A prominent news anchor with an impressive rack popped on the screen. Greg glared at her for a second. “Look at that... proper set of knockers on that lass, yeah?”
I struggled to contain my amusement. Greg then turned his attention to the weather woman, who was showcasing tomorrow's forecast with more than just maps. “Man, that lass’s got a nice arse, too—come on, you Broncos piece of trash!”
He stormed off towards his room. Moments later, he came out dressed in his old Broncos shirt—except now it was a women’s cut, hugging tightly around his broad chest and showing off his midriff. The shorts he wore barely covered his new, generous curves, clinging in the most revealing way possible.
“What’ve you done to your shirt, Greg?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“What’re ya talkin’ about?” he gruffed, looking down at himself. “This’s how it’s always been, mate. Perfect for cheering on the team.”
I nodded, suppressing a laugh. “Right. Of course.”
“Well, thanks for whatever it was. I’m gonna go back to the game. Catch ya later, mate,” he sauntered back to the couch, as blissfully unaware as I had hoped.
Watching him refocus on the game made me realize the power of what I held in my hands. The transformation app worked better than I could have ever imagined. Now it was time to plan the next steps, but first—I decided, watching Greg's pink bra strap peek out from his shirt—perhaps I'd allow him to enjoy the transformation just a little longer.
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 gets angry when his team throws and interception to lose the game he gets up in ager and his whole body jiggles and bounces with every single movement of fury. 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. His clothes also changed with the swap he goes to change and walks out in his old Denver Broncos shirt but now its in a women's cut that shows off his midriff and plenty of cleavage I even saw some of his pink bra strap. the shorts he wore were now cutoff booty shorts He thinks this is all normal and that he has always had this busty body. Give my friend a Middle aged man accent in his dialogue.
Response: I had been working on my transformation app for years, perfecting every last detail. The ability to change someone’s form at the swipe of a finger was no small feat, especially with the awareness slider that could alter how aware someone was of their transformation. Today was the day to test its final version. “Greg,” I called from my lab. “Can you come over here for a second?” Greg, my middle-aged friend with his unmistakable accent, lumbered into the room. “Yeah, what’s up? This better be good, mate. The Broncos’ game’s about to start.” “Oh, it’ll be worth it,” I replied, holding up my phone. “I’ve got the app ready. Can I try it on you? Just for a bit of fun.” He raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “Sure, why not. If it makes ya happy.” With a grin, I selected the transformation target from the drop-down menu—“Hot Busty Blonde”—and adjusted the awareness slider to “Unaware.” I hit the Execute button. In a blink, Greg's body shifted dramatically. His torso elongated and slimmed, his waist cinched while his hips and chest expanded rapidly into curves that a supermodel would envy. I blinked, almost not believing my eyes as he transformed. Now, he was a sultry blonde in a red lingerie set, but his eyes retained the same steady and unassuming gaze as ever. “Alright,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You can go back now.” “Right-o,” Greg said, his voice higher but still carrying that familiar gruffness. He sauntered back to the living room, his new form causing every part of him to jiggle and bounce with each step. I followed, just in time to see him plop back on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips. Seconds later, his face screwed up in anger as his team threw an interception. “Aw, c’mon! What the bloody hell was that?!” he yelled, leaping up. His entire insanely voluptuous body wobbled and bounced in ways that caused me to stifle a laugh. He angrily flicked the remote to a news channel. A prominent news anchor with an impressive rack popped on the screen. Greg glared at her for a second. “Look at that... proper set of knockers on that lass, yeah?” I struggled to contain my amusement. Greg then turned his attention to the weather woman, who was showcasing tomorrow's forecast with more than just maps. “Man, that lass’s got a nice arse, too—come on, you Broncos piece of trash!” He stormed off towards his room. Moments later, he came out dressed in his old Broncos shirt—except now it was a women’s cut, hugging tightly around his broad chest and showing off his midriff. The shorts he wore barely covered his new, generous curves, clinging in the most revealing way possible. “What’ve you done to your shirt, Greg?” I asked, feigning innocence. “What’re ya talkin’ about?” he gruffed, looking down at himself. “This’s how it’s always been, mate. Perfect for cheering on the team.” I nodded, suppressing a laugh. “Right. Of course.” “Well, thanks for whatever it was. I’m gonna go back to the game. Catch ya later, mate,” he sauntered back to the couch, as blissfully unaware as I had hoped. Watching him refocus on the game made me realize the power of what I held in my hands. The transformation app worked better than I could have ever imagined. Now it was time to plan the next steps, but first—I decided, watching Greg's pink bra strap peek out from his shirt—perhaps I'd allow him to enjoy the transformation just a little longer.
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