Mix 'n' Match Mom
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Title: Mix 'n' Match Mom
"Alright, honey, I'm ready." My voluptuous, red-headed mom stepped forward, her husband - my peculiar and eccentric dad - had outdone himself this time. He had created a machine to read brain waves. My dad beamed with excitement behind his thick spectacles as his gloved hands prepared to flip the switch on his massive contraption.
A collective breath was held before the room buzzed with the electricity of the machine. Something was not quite right. With a popping sound, the machine flickered off and Mom staggered back.
"Oh boy, let's play ball!" she shouted in the eerily identical tone of my older brother, chucking imaginary baseball pitch. Everyone shared confused glances - this was definitely not part of the forecasted experiment.
The next day was another surprise. Dad returned from work to find mom watching a football game - his favorite pastime. As he settled in beside her, her commentary on the game's unfolding drama had him in stitches. The cherry on top? A conversation about the size of the sideline reporter's bosoms – hilarious and disturbing all at once.
"What'ya say, Fred?" she said, now morphing into Dad as she paused the game. "Mine or hers?" pointing back and forth between her own ample chest and the paused image on the screen.
Then came the gaming day - or as I'd come to call it, Mom-opalypse. "Ready to get owned, Noobs?!" Mom yelled from my gaming chair, her hands rapidly pressing against the console controller. Her long, painted nails flitted over the controller like dancing spiders, occasionally stopping with a sigh to complain about how they hampered her gaming skills.
But it hit a crescendo when she began channeling our pervy neighbor, Mr. Collins - who had always had the hots for mom. It was a sight to behold as she sauntered to the full-length mirror in the living room, checking out her own curves, winking and blowing kisses at herself.
"Damn, Brenda," she cooed, fully enjoying her own reflection, "you're just too sexy for words."
All in all, it was one hell of a week in the Saunders household, reflecting a sitcom we hadn't signed up for. Dad certainly invented something alright, just not what we - or especially mom - had been expecting. But amidst the chaos and the laughs, we all held onto one hopeful thought: this too shall pass and until then, we could at least relish in the chance of having many versions of mom all in one.
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 a lot of dialogue about my dad being a crazy scientist who invented a machine that was supposed to read brain waves. My curvy and voluptuous red headed mom said she would be willing to help him test it. She was always willing to help her husband out. When he flicked the switch everyone was in the room and something went wrong. Mom now had multiple personalities in her head, each personality was a different member of our family. At first she wanted to toss the ball around with my older brother and she was acting just like him. The next day she was watching a game with my dad and complaining about the refs they even talked about how big the sideline reporters boobs were and mom wondered who's were bigger between hers or the reporters. Then mom began to act like me she wanted to come up and play some Call Of Duty with me. She complained about spawn campers and was cussing at the screen and using video game lingo like Noob and head shot like she had been gaming her whole life She also complained about how her long painted and beautiful fingernails threw off her skills. The worst was when she somehow began to act like our pervy neighbor who had a crush on mom she began to feel herself up and check herself out in the mirror and compliment how sexy she looked to herself.
Response: Title: Mix 'n' Match Mom "Alright, honey, I'm ready." My voluptuous, red-headed mom stepped forward, her husband - my peculiar and eccentric dad - had outdone himself this time. He had created a machine to read brain waves. My dad beamed with excitement behind his thick spectacles as his gloved hands prepared to flip the switch on his massive contraption. A collective breath was held before the room buzzed with the electricity of the machine. Something was not quite right. With a popping sound, the machine flickered off and Mom staggered back. "Oh boy, let's play ball!" she shouted in the eerily identical tone of my older brother, chucking imaginary baseball pitch. Everyone shared confused glances - this was definitely not part of the forecasted experiment. The next day was another surprise. Dad returned from work to find mom watching a football game - his favorite pastime. As he settled in beside her, her commentary on the game's unfolding drama had him in stitches. The cherry on top? A conversation about the size of the sideline reporter's bosoms – hilarious and disturbing all at once. "What'ya say, Fred?" she said, now morphing into Dad as she paused the game. "Mine or hers?" pointing back and forth between her own ample chest and the paused image on the screen. Then came the gaming day - or as I'd come to call it, Mom-opalypse. "Ready to get owned, Noobs?!" Mom yelled from my gaming chair, her hands rapidly pressing against the console controller. Her long, painted nails flitted over the controller like dancing spiders, occasionally stopping with a sigh to complain about how they hampered her gaming skills. But it hit a crescendo when she began channeling our pervy neighbor, Mr. Collins - who had always had the hots for mom. It was a sight to behold as she sauntered to the full-length mirror in the living room, checking out her own curves, winking and blowing kisses at herself. "Damn, Brenda," she cooed, fully enjoying her own reflection, "you're just too sexy for words." All in all, it was one hell of a week in the Saunders household, reflecting a sitcom we hadn't signed up for. Dad certainly invented something alright, just not what we - or especially mom - had been expecting. But amidst the chaos and the laughs, we all held onto one hopeful thought: this too shall pass and until then, we could at least relish in the chance of having many versions of mom all in one.
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