"The Unaware Bombshell: A Transformation Mishap"

I had been working on my transformation app for years and finally, after countless hours of coding, debugging, and a few too many cups of coffee, I had finished developing it. This app was groundbreaking: it could transform anyone into a different form. The best feature, by far, was the awareness slider. With it, I could make people aware or unaware of their changes. I was itching to test it on someone, and who better to try it on than my friend, Larry?

Larry was in the living room, sprawled on the couch with a bag of chips, engrossed in his favorite sports show. I decided to test my app on him. With a few clicks, I transformed Larry's body into that of a hot, busty blonde babe in red lingerie. The pièce de résistance was setting the awareness slider to "unaware."

I walked into the living room, trying to contain my laughter. Larry, now a bombshell with luscious blonde hair, was still reclined on the couch, oblivious to his transformation. He was cheering at the game on TV, his ample chest heaving with excitement.

I plopped down beside him, pretending nothing was amiss. "Hey, uh, Larry. How's the game?"

Larry glanced at me, his new cleavage momentarily jiggling. "Oh, it's a real nail-biter, mate. These blokes are givin' it their all!"

I tried to keep a straight face. "You bet. By the way, did you catch the news today?"

Larry flipped the channel nonchalantly. "Eh, let's see what's goin' on in the world." The news anchor popped up on the screen, delivering headlines with a serious expression.

Larry squinted at the anchor, then leaned back, munching on a chip. "Crikey, will ya look at the rack on that Sheila? Reminds me of someone..." He glanced down at his own chest as if it were a completely normal sight. "Oh right, mine!" He gave a hearty laugh.

I snorted, trying to cover it up with a cough. "Yeah, a real coincidence, huh?"

The screen switched to the weather lady, a curvaceous brunette in a form-fitting dress. Larry whistled appreciatively. "Now, that's a right fine arse! She's got nothin' on mine, though. Have a look at this beauty!" He slapped his own behind with pride.

I couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. Tears streamed down my face, and I was gasping for breath. "Larry, mate, you really think this is all normal? That you've always been... like this?"

Larry looked at me as if I had grown two heads. "What are ya on about? Course I've always been this way. Ain't it obvious?" He struck a pose, sending the red lingerie straining against his figure.

I wiped my eyes, still chuckling. "Larry, you've got no idea how much you've just made my day."

Larry grinned, oblivious. "Glad to be of service, mate. Now, shut up and watch the game, will ya?"

And so we sat there, me struggling to keep my composure, while Larry, now the embodiment of my app's success, cheered on his team in blissful ignorance.

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.

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