Double Trouble: The Day My Family Turned into Busty Clones
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The morning started like any other in my chaotic life, but it quickly dissolved into something far more peculiar.
"Hey, Clara, are you sure you want to test this thing?" I had asked my girlfriend. She nodded, her short brunette hair bouncing with enthusiasm.
"Absolutely! What's the worst that could happen?”
I would soon find out.
*PZZT-PHOOMP!*
A cloud of smoke filled the room, and to my horror, standing alongside Clara were now my entire family, each looking exactly like her.
"WHAT THE--?" My dad’s voice came out of Clara’s mouth.
"Tim, what did you do?" Clara—or was it Mom?—yelled.
"I think it’s pretty obvious what I did," I stammered. "It malfunctioned and cloned you. And, uh, sorry, Mom and Dad, and brothers, but now you all look like Clara."
"Hold up," My older brother Jake chimed in, now examining his new busty body. "So, I'm a chick now? Cool. I always wondered what these felt like." He began fondling his new boobs.
"Jake!" Clara (Mom?!) sighed, sounding more exasperated and maternal than usual.
"This is weird. Really weird," My dad, now sporting a figure embarrassingly similar to my girlfriend's, grumbled.
"Okay, everybody calm down! I have name tags. Let’s just label ourselves to keep track of who’s who."
As I handed out the name tags, it quickly became evident that keeping this serious was a wishful thought.
“What should I write?” Dad asked, still staring at his new set of boobs in disbelief.
"Sir Bust-a-Lot," my younger brother Ethan suggested, giggling uncontrollably.
"Oh, I’ve got one better," Jake announced, writing "Mamm-ELon Musk" on his tag before slapping it onto his now generous left cleavage and laughing hysterically.
“Guys, can we act like adults here?” I pleaded.
“That’s rich coming from a man who just cloned his whole family into identical busty women,” Dad quipped, writing “Boobalicious” on his tag.
I looked over at Ethan, who had written “The Boobinator” with a flourish. “D
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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 morning started like any other in my chaotic life, but it quickly dissolved into something far more peculiar. "Hey, Clara, are you sure you want to test this thing?" I had asked my girlfriend. She nodded, her short brunette hair bouncing with enthusiasm. "Absolutely! What's the worst that could happen?” I would soon find out. *PZZT-PHOOMP!* A cloud of smoke filled the room, and to my horror, standing alongside Clara were now my entire family, each looking exactly like her. "WHAT THE--?" My dad’s voice came out of Clara’s mouth. "Tim, what did you do?" Clara—or was it Mom?—yelled. "I think it’s pretty obvious what I did," I stammered. "It malfunctioned and cloned you. And, uh, sorry, Mom and Dad, and brothers, but now you all look like Clara." "Hold up," My older brother Jake chimed in, now examining his new busty body. "So, I'm a chick now? Cool. I always wondered what these felt like." He began fondling his new boobs. "Jake!" Clara (Mom?!) sighed, sounding more exasperated and maternal than usual. "This is weird. Really weird," My dad, now sporting a figure embarrassingly similar to my girlfriend's, grumbled. "Okay, everybody calm down! I have name tags. Let’s just label ourselves to keep track of who’s who." As I handed out the name tags, it quickly became evident that keeping this serious was a wishful thought. “What should I write?” Dad asked, still staring at his new set of boobs in disbelief. "Sir Bust-a-Lot," my younger brother Ethan suggested, giggling uncontrollably. "Oh, I’ve got one better," Jake announced, writing "Mamm-ELon Musk" on his tag before slapping it onto his now generous left cleavage and laughing hysterically. “Guys, can we act like adults here?” I pleaded. “That’s rich coming from a man who just cloned his whole family into identical busty women,” Dad quipped, writing “Boobalicious” on his tag. I looked over at Ethan, who had written “The Boobinator” with a flourish. “D
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