Cloning Chaos: The Busty Family Caper
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The scene was utter chaos. I had just managed to invent the world's first functioning cloning machine, and, of course, there had to be a mishap. Now, my family looked exactly like my busty brunette girlfriend, Laura.
"Dude, this is insane!" My brother, Jeremy, exclaimed while fondling his — well, technically, Laura's — boobs. "I can't believe it. I've got knockers!"
"Jeremy, can you not?" I groaned and handed him a nametag, which he immediately stuck to his new left boob. It read "Busty Buster."
"Hey, call me by my new name. Busty Buster," Jeremy said as he pumped his new chest with a wide grin.
My dad, looking bewildered, was examining his prominent new assets. "Well, these are certainly unexpected," he murmured. "But I suppose they do make me look younger." He slapped his tag on. "Call me 'Double D Dan'."
My younger brother, Andy, was complaining nonstop about his hair. "This is way too much maintenance. How does Laura deal with this every day?" He grumbled, brushing the short but voluminous hair out of his eyes. His nametag read "Manicure Maniac."
"Oh, come on, Andy," my mom, now also resembling Laura, piped up cheerfully. "It's not that bad. I feel years younger. What a treat!" She delicately placed her nametag reading "Rejuvenated Rachel" on her dress.
"I'll say," dad quipped, giving his boobs an experimental wiggle. "I haven't felt this light on my feet in ages."
"But do we really need the matching maroon dresses?" Jeremy asked, trying to adjust his hemline while giving his new body another once-over.
"That's just what she was wearing at the time of the change," I explained, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. "I didn't exactly plan this out."
"Clearly," responded Jeremy, making sure his nametag was secure while striking a ridiculous pose.
“I can’t wait to see the look on Laura’s face when she gets here,” dad said, letting out a snort.
Jeremy threw his arm around Andy's shoulders, dramatically batting his new eyelashes. "Don't worry, bro. With a rack like this, you'll steal the show at the next family reunion."
"You mean I'll be the sideshow," Andy retorted, still fussing with his hair. "I don't even know what to do with all this!"
"Confidence, darling! Confidence!" my mom crooned. "Besides, how often do you get forty extra years knocked off?"
“That’s true," dad said. "If only our insurance knew we were aging backward, we’d save a fortune."
Jeremy jiggled his new chest dramatically, “Hey, as long as we can keep these, we might get some free drinks every now and then.”
Dad laughed, “I doubt knockers are the key to free drinks, son. Maybe if I'd cloned a club membership instead.”
"Alright, alright, everybody line up," mom said, clapping her hands gleefully. "Let's take a family photo. This moment deserves to be remembered!"
"I don't have boobs," I muttered under my breath, setting up the camera. "I'm just the mad scientist who caused all this."
"Yeah, but you're our mad scientist," dad winked. He struck a duck face while simultaneously giving a peace sign.
Jeremy playfully cupped his new boobs, “How do you like my new stash? Bust Buster’s new fix.”
Andy rolled his eyes but eventually joined in, winking at the camera, “Manicure Maniac reporting for duty.”
Mom stood proudly in the middle, giving her best supermodel smile. “Rejuvenated Rachel, feeling fabulous!”
"Okay, say cheese!" I announced, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all, then clicked the remote.
As the flash went off, I wondered about the inevitable hashtags and comments that would come flooding in once this photo got out. One thing was sure: we just might be the sexiest and most busty family in town.
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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Prompt: write a story with lots of dialogue about how After my clone invention had a mishap. My house has been a bit weirder. My girlfriend said she was willing to test the machine for me which was awesome. Unfortunately, It malfunctioned and cloned my family. Now my family all look like my busty brunette girlfriend. I’m going to need name tags to tell who is who. Or maybe not the one fondling her boobs is probably my brother. But what about my other brother mom and dad I grab some nametags and hand them to my family so they can put them on. When the men of my family write their names down, bit instead they wrote goofy names about their new bodies on the nametags. they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. My brother slapped his nametag onto his left boob and laugh about the fact that he even had boobs in the first place my dad was shocked by his prominent set of boobs on his chest though, My other brother was annoyed with his hair even though my girlfriend's hair was a shorter style it was still far more hair than he was used to, It was awkward for all the guys in my family to have boobs and curves that they definitely didn't have before. Everyone's personalities were a giveaway too my dad was still wisecracking and snarky. My brother was the same energetic guy he always was. My other brother was much like my dad and decided to bust a few jokes about the situation and my mom was pretty pleased to be younger again. My mom suggested we all take a family photo together which was a funny idea. Everyone except me now looking like my curvy and busty girlfriend all in the same maroon low cut dress she had been wearing when the change took place one was doing a duck face one was throwing up a peace sign one was winking at the camera the other was cupping their boobs in the photo. This invention has caused quite the change to my family, Though I will admit were the sexiest and most busty family in town. Write lots of dialogue.
Response: The scene was utter chaos. I had just managed to invent the world's first functioning cloning machine, and, of course, there had to be a mishap. Now, my family looked exactly like my busty brunette girlfriend, Laura. "Dude, this is insane!" My brother, Jeremy, exclaimed while fondling his — well, technically, Laura's — boobs. "I can't believe it. I've got knockers!" "Jeremy, can you not?" I groaned and handed him a nametag, which he immediately stuck to his new left boob. It read "Busty Buster." "Hey, call me by my new name. Busty Buster," Jeremy said as he pumped his new chest with a wide grin. My dad, looking bewildered, was examining his prominent new assets. "Well, these are certainly unexpected," he murmured. "But I suppose they do make me look younger." He slapped his tag on. "Call me 'Double D Dan'." My younger brother, Andy, was complaining nonstop about his hair. "This is way too much maintenance. How does Laura deal with this every day?" He grumbled, brushing the short but voluminous hair out of his eyes. His nametag read "Manicure Maniac." "Oh, come on, Andy," my mom, now also resembling Laura, piped up cheerfully. "It's not that bad. I feel years younger. What a treat!" She delicately placed her nametag reading "Rejuvenated Rachel" on her dress. "I'll say," dad quipped, giving his boobs an experimental wiggle. "I haven't felt this light on my feet in ages." "But do we really need the matching maroon dresses?" Jeremy asked, trying to adjust his hemline while giving his new body another once-over. "That's just what she was wearing at the time of the change," I explained, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. "I didn't exactly plan this out." "Clearly," responded Jeremy, making sure his nametag was secure while striking a ridiculous pose. “I can’t wait to see the look on Laura’s face when she gets here,” dad said, letting out a snort. Jeremy threw his arm around Andy's shoulders, dramatically batting his new eyelashes. "Don't worry, bro. With a rack like this, you'll steal the show at the next family reunion." "You mean I'll be the sideshow," Andy retorted, still fussing with his hair. "I don't even know what to do with all this!" "Confidence, darling! Confidence!" my mom crooned. "Besides, how often do you get forty extra years knocked off?" “That’s true," dad said. "If only our insurance knew we were aging backward, we’d save a fortune." Jeremy jiggled his new chest dramatically, “Hey, as long as we can keep these, we might get some free drinks every now and then.” Dad laughed, “I doubt knockers are the key to free drinks, son. Maybe if I'd cloned a club membership instead.” "Alright, alright, everybody line up," mom said, clapping her hands gleefully. "Let's take a family photo. This moment deserves to be remembered!" "I don't have boobs," I muttered under my breath, setting up the camera. "I'm just the mad scientist who caused all this." "Yeah, but you're our mad scientist," dad winked. He struck a duck face while simultaneously giving a peace sign. Jeremy playfully cupped his new boobs, “How do you like my new stash? Bust Buster’s new fix.” Andy rolled his eyes but eventually joined in, winking at the camera, “Manicure Maniac reporting for duty.” Mom stood proudly in the middle, giving her best supermodel smile. “Rejuvenated Rachel, feeling fabulous!” "Okay, say cheese!" I announced, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all, then clicked the remote. As the flash went off, I wondered about the inevitable hashtags and comments that would come flooding in once this photo got out. One thing was sure: we just might be the sexiest and most busty family in town.
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