"Locks of Love: The Busty Clone Family Photo Fiasco"
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I sat on the couch, staring at my new family photo - five images of the same busty, redheaded woman, each person, male or female, striking an outlandish pose. Dealing with my inadvertently cloned family dressed as my girlfriend was a challenge I hadn't foreseen.
"Hey bro, can you pass me my phone?" came the voice across the room. To my horror, the face I identified as my brother, now wrapped in long red curls and a green dress, was indeed fondling her – well his – new boobs.
"Get your own phone, you lazy ass!" I snapped, trying to distract myself from the spectacle.
"Hey! Language," my other brother interjected from behind me. I rolled my eyes. Sarcasm was his second language just like dad.
Before I could answer, a ringing laugh filled the room. "I feel like freakin’ Fabio with all these luscious locks!" My dad swung his head back and forth, his new hair cascading around his shoulders.
"Isn't there a hair tie somewhere?" My other brother, ponytail now firmly in place, looked exasperated from trying to manage his own massive mane.
“Free styling, man. Feels good,” dad replied, doing a mock hippie sign.
On the other side of the living room, an impromptu hair stylist salon for men now blossomed. My mother, under a waterfall of fiery hair, was quick to retaliate. “God, you guys are such babies. It's just hair!”
I tried to lighten the moment, shouting across the room with a grin, "Anyone up for family Twister?" Met with a chorus of groans, I just chuckled to myself.
Thinking quickly, mom suddenly gleamed. "Hey, we should all take a family photo like this. Just for laughs."
"Unreal, mom! Really?" my brother said, hand on one hip while the other still fondled his newly acquired cleavage.
"But you look so pretty bro…" I couldn't help but tease. He responded with a middle finger and a mock-grimace.
Despite the various grumbling noises, my mom somehow convinced everyone. The resulting photo was one for the ages – duck faces, peace signs, winking blue eyes, and far too many hands cupping far too much cleavage. I didn’t know whether to frame it or hide it away.
All in all, it was a surreal affectionate chaos, stemming from my lab mishap and my girlfriend's unfortunate choice of the day to help me. Yet despite this bizarre, unexpected turn, it certainly made my average suburban family much, much weirder. Who knows, perhaps we may just be the sexiest and most busty family in town now.
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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AI Prompts
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, they couldn't help but laugh seeing their newly black painted and long nails each of them quipping about the nails they now sported. They also couldn't believe the amount of hair they had, my dad flung his hair about and said he felt like Fabio. 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: I sat on the couch, staring at my new family photo - five images of the same busty, redheaded woman, each person, male or female, striking an outlandish pose. Dealing with my inadvertently cloned family dressed as my girlfriend was a challenge I hadn't foreseen. "Hey bro, can you pass me my phone?" came the voice across the room. To my horror, the face I identified as my brother, now wrapped in long red curls and a green dress, was indeed fondling her – well his – new boobs. "Get your own phone, you lazy ass!" I snapped, trying to distract myself from the spectacle. "Hey! Language," my other brother interjected from behind me. I rolled my eyes. Sarcasm was his second language just like dad. Before I could answer, a ringing laugh filled the room. "I feel like freakin’ Fabio with all these luscious locks!" My dad swung his head back and forth, his new hair cascading around his shoulders. "Isn't there a hair tie somewhere?" My other brother, ponytail now firmly in place, looked exasperated from trying to manage his own massive mane. “Free styling, man. Feels good,” dad replied, doing a mock hippie sign. On the other side of the living room, an impromptu hair stylist salon for men now blossomed. My mother, under a waterfall of fiery hair, was quick to retaliate. “God, you guys are such babies. It's just hair!” I tried to lighten the moment, shouting across the room with a grin, "Anyone up for family Twister?" Met with a chorus of groans, I just chuckled to myself. Thinking quickly, mom suddenly gleamed. "Hey, we should all take a family photo like this. Just for laughs." "Unreal, mom! Really?" my brother said, hand on one hip while the other still fondled his newly acquired cleavage. "But you look so pretty bro…" I couldn't help but tease. He responded with a middle finger and a mock-grimace. Despite the various grumbling noises, my mom somehow convinced everyone. The resulting photo was one for the ages – duck faces, peace signs, winking blue eyes, and far too many hands cupping far too much cleavage. I didn’t know whether to frame it or hide it away. All in all, it was a surreal affectionate chaos, stemming from my lab mishap and my girlfriend's unfortunate choice of the day to help me. Yet despite this bizarre, unexpected turn, it certainly made my average suburban family much, much weirder. Who knows, perhaps we may just be the sexiest and most busty family in town now.
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