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**Family Fun in Cloned Bodies**

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Clones, Family, Laughter, Comedy, Transformation in the style of Monet
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**Clone Calamity**

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"Hey, don’t look at me! I know it looks weird, but it wasn’t intentional!" I exclaimed.

My brother, Dan—now an identical busty redhead like my girlfriend, Jane—giggled. "Oh, come on, Alex, you’ve got to admit this is hilarious!" He slapped his newly acquired left boob, causing the rest of us to burst out laughing.

"Is this real?" Dad asked, twirling a strand of his surprising new auburn locks. The man had been bald for as long as I can remember. He looked ridiculous...ly hot, just like the rest of them.

"Yeah, Dad, it’s real," I sighed, handing out name tags. "Alright, everyone just write your names so we can keep track."

Mom snatched a tag and scrawled “Sexy Mama” on it before slapping it onto her chest. "I’ve got to admit, Alex, this is quite the change! I feel twenty years younger."

"More like you look twenty years younger, Mom," I muttered.

My brother, Kevin, smirked and wrote “Princess Ponynails” on his tag. He then fumbled adorably with his hair, deftly forming a ponytail. "Seriously, Alex, you need better quality control on your inventions."

"I know, I know!" I groaned, passing the final tag to my dad.

“Miss Wisdom” he scribbled, chuckling to himself. "Hey, boys, check this out," he said, giving his new boobs a playful shake. "Fits the title, doesn’t it?"

"Oh my god, Dad, please stop," both Kevin and I implored simultaneously.

“If I don’t laugh about it, I might cry," Dad said, smoothing his now long hair back dramatically. “And I do not want to cry with this much mascara on.”

A huge grin spread across Dan’s face. "Hey, how about a family photo? You know, to remember this ‘joyous’ occasion.”

“Great idea!” Mom clapped her hands and pulled out her phone. “Everyone, gather around. Let’s make this memorable.”

Jane, my fabulous—and now unfortunately cloned—girlfriend, joined us, equally mind-blown by the situation. “This is definitely not how I expected my day to go,” she chuckled.

We squeezed in, my identical, curvy, cleavage-bearing family now all posing for the camera.

“Duck face!” Mom said, puckering her lips.

“I call peace sign!” declared Dan, flashing the victory gesture.

“Got the wink!” Kevin winked exaggeratedly at the camera.

“Boob grab!” laughed Dad, clasping his own chest.

“Dad, seriously—” I started.

“Say cheese!” Mom interrupted, capturing the photo.

Everyone let out a collective giggle after the flash went off. I looked at the chaotic but oddly cheerful family gathering in the photo preview. “Well, that’s certainly something.”

“Yeah,” Jane sighed, leaning against me. “The sexiest and most unique family photo in town.”

“Ugh, I need to figure out a fix for this,” I muttered under my breath.

“Relax, Alex! Why rush?” Dan said, flipping his now lengthy hair. “It’s kind of fun being busty for a bit.”

“Speak for yourself,” grumbled Kevin, slyly tugging at the neckline of what was now a pretty tight, green low-cut dress.

“I just want to point out,” said Dad, “I am the most gorgeous 60-year-old in the universe right now.”

“Mom,” I turned to address her, ignoring my dad’s newfound vanity, “You’re surprisingly quiet about this. How are you holding up?”

Mom beamed. “Alex, dear, when life gives you clones, you take a family photo!” She burst into laughter, and we all couldn’t help but join in.

Deep down, I knew the situation was absurd, but seeing my family laugh and joke about it made it less daunting. Despite the mishap, they were still themselves—just in new, curvier, redheaded bodies.

“Okay, team,” I announced, “Let’s go inside and figure out a plan to reverse this.”

“Sure thing, son,” Dad said, putting his arm around my shoulders. “But first, who wants to try on some lipstick?”

“Dad!” we all groaned, but even that didn't stop his roaring laughter.

As awkward as this was, at least we had each other—and, evidently, a much brighter and sassier outlook on this crazy mishap.

The End.

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 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 redheaded 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 black 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 They also couldn't believe the amount of hair they had, my dad flung his hair about he was balding, so this new hair was quite the surprise he was even more surprised by the prominent set of boobs on his chest though, My other brother was annoyed with his hair, so he threw it into a ponytail, my other brother began to headbang with his flowing locks 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 green 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: **Clone Calamity** --- "Hey, don’t look at me! I know it looks weird, but it wasn’t intentional!" I exclaimed. My brother, Dan—now an identical busty redhead like my girlfriend, Jane—giggled. "Oh, come on, Alex, you’ve got to admit this is hilarious!" He slapped his newly acquired left boob, causing the rest of us to burst out laughing. "Is this real?" Dad asked, twirling a strand of his surprising new auburn locks. The man had been bald for as long as I can remember. He looked ridiculous...ly hot, just like the rest of them. "Yeah, Dad, it’s real," I sighed, handing out name tags. "Alright, everyone just write your names so we can keep track." Mom snatched a tag and scrawled “Sexy Mama” on it before slapping it onto her chest. "I’ve got to admit, Alex, this is quite the change! I feel twenty years younger." "More like you look twenty years younger, Mom," I muttered. My brother, Kevin, smirked and wrote “Princess Ponynails” on his tag. He then fumbled adorably with his hair, deftly forming a ponytail. "Seriously, Alex, you need better quality control on your inventions." "I know, I know!" I groaned, passing the final tag to my dad. “Miss Wisdom” he scribbled, chuckling to himself. "Hey, boys, check this out," he said, giving his new boobs a playful shake. "Fits the title, doesn’t it?" "Oh my god, Dad, please stop," both Kevin and I implored simultaneously. “If I don’t laugh about it, I might cry," Dad said, smoothing his now long hair back dramatically. “And I do not want to cry with this much mascara on.” A huge grin spread across Dan’s face. "Hey, how about a family photo? You know, to remember this ‘joyous’ occasion.” “Great idea!” Mom clapped her hands and pulled out her phone. “Everyone, gather around. Let’s make this memorable.” Jane, my fabulous—and now unfortunately cloned—girlfriend, joined us, equally mind-blown by the situation. “This is definitely not how I expected my day to go,” she chuckled. We squeezed in, my identical, curvy, cleavage-bearing family now all posing for the camera. “Duck face!” Mom said, puckering her lips. “I call peace sign!” declared Dan, flashing the victory gesture. “Got the wink!” Kevin winked exaggeratedly at the camera. “Boob grab!” laughed Dad, clasping his own chest. “Dad, seriously—” I started. “Say cheese!” Mom interrupted, capturing the photo. Everyone let out a collective giggle after the flash went off. I looked at the chaotic but oddly cheerful family gathering in the photo preview. “Well, that’s certainly something.” “Yeah,” Jane sighed, leaning against me. “The sexiest and most unique family photo in town.” “Ugh, I need to figure out a fix for this,” I muttered under my breath. “Relax, Alex! Why rush?” Dan said, flipping his now lengthy hair. “It’s kind of fun being busty for a bit.” “Speak for yourself,” grumbled Kevin, slyly tugging at the neckline of what was now a pretty tight, green low-cut dress. “I just want to point out,” said Dad, “I am the most gorgeous 60-year-old in the universe right now.” “Mom,” I turned to address her, ignoring my dad’s newfound vanity, “You’re surprisingly quiet about this. How are you holding up?” Mom beamed. “Alex, dear, when life gives you clones, you take a family photo!” She burst into laughter, and we all couldn’t help but join in. Deep down, I knew the situation was absurd, but seeing my family laugh and joke about it made it less daunting. Despite the mishap, they were still themselves—just in new, curvier, redheaded bodies. “Okay, team,” I announced, “Let’s go inside and figure out a plan to reverse this.” “Sure thing, son,” Dad said, putting his arm around my shoulders. “But first, who wants to try on some lipstick?” “Dad!” we all groaned, but even that didn't stop his roaring laughter. As awkward as this was, at least we had each other—and, evidently, a much brighter and sassier outlook on this crazy mishap. The End.

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