"The Busty Bodyswitch: A Family Fiasco of Fabio Proportions"
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It was a typical Tuesday afternoon in the household when the mishap occurred. My newest invention had successfully cloned my fetching redheaded girlfriend. However, a technical error resulted in a bizarre turn of events.
"It's a real mosh pit in here," my younger brother Paul exclaimed, eyeing his voluptuous silhouette in the hallway mirror.
"Bro, punchline to my existence!" the older brother, Roger, guffawed, twangling his new hair and fondling the breast area of his now feminine figure.
My father, a wise old man, looked positively befuddled and not a tad amused. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he joked, twirling his abundant auburn locks around his finger. "Reminds me of that hunk, Fabio. Who knew I had it in me."
"All of you knock it off!" My mother chastised, a smirk playing on her new red lips as she attempted to restore order. "Still can't believe I look this good," she muttered under her breath, adjusting a sleeve of the low-cut dress and examining her figure critically.
"Wait, I've got an idea, how about we-" I began but was cut-off by Roger.
He said, waving a hand dismissively, "Enough! I'm in no mood for hearing more of your brilliant ideas," emphasizing the 'brilliant' with an exaggerated roll of eyes.
"Look, I say, we do the name tags, it's getting really confusing here." My tone was authoritative, yet polite. The distraction worked as my new look-alike family turned their attention to the name tags I was handing out.
They wrote down their names amidst chuckles and sarcastic comments about their new painted nails. "Who on earth has the time to maintain these? I feel like a French poodle," Paul grumbled, blowing on the still shiny maroon nail polish.
My daughter echoed, "This is some crazy Kardashian level shapeshifting."
As they affixed the name tags, mom sprung up with an idea, "Wait! Let's get a family photo before we change back!"
And in doing that our family portrait turned into a riotous scene. Paul making a sultry duck face, Roger throwing up a peace sign, Dad winking like a 'James Bond' and mom experimentally cupping where her hairy chest used to be.
Laughing at the absurdity, I took the photo. Despite the initial shock, I thought to myself, our family certainly had a new sense of 'bonding.' The sexy, busty family in town had to deal with the predicament with a great deal of wit and humour. Simultaneously, realizing that even in the bodies of my busty girlfriend, my dad didn't stop his puns, Roger didn't stop his sarcasm, Paul was the goofy teen like always and mom, she pretty much enjoyed her newfound youth.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās 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 redheaded girlfriend. Iām 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 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: It was a typical Tuesday afternoon in the household when the mishap occurred. My newest invention had successfully cloned my fetching redheaded girlfriend. However, a technical error resulted in a bizarre turn of events. "It's a real mosh pit in here," my younger brother Paul exclaimed, eyeing his voluptuous silhouette in the hallway mirror. "Bro, punchline to my existence!" the older brother, Roger, guffawed, twangling his new hair and fondling the breast area of his now feminine figure. My father, a wise old man, looked positively befuddled and not a tad amused. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he joked, twirling his abundant auburn locks around his finger. "Reminds me of that hunk, Fabio. Who knew I had it in me." "All of you knock it off!" My mother chastised, a smirk playing on her new red lips as she attempted to restore order. "Still can't believe I look this good," she muttered under her breath, adjusting a sleeve of the low-cut dress and examining her figure critically. "Wait, I've got an idea, how about we-" I began but was cut-off by Roger. He said, waving a hand dismissively, "Enough! I'm in no mood for hearing more of your brilliant ideas," emphasizing the 'brilliant' with an exaggerated roll of eyes. "Look, I say, we do the name tags, it's getting really confusing here." My tone was authoritative, yet polite. The distraction worked as my new look-alike family turned their attention to the name tags I was handing out. They wrote down their names amidst chuckles and sarcastic comments about their new painted nails. "Who on earth has the time to maintain these? I feel like a French poodle," Paul grumbled, blowing on the still shiny maroon nail polish. My daughter echoed, "This is some crazy Kardashian level shapeshifting." As they affixed the name tags, mom sprung up with an idea, "Wait! Let's get a family photo before we change back!" And in doing that our family portrait turned into a riotous scene. Paul making a sultry duck face, Roger throwing up a peace sign, Dad winking like a 'James Bond' and mom experimentally cupping where her hairy chest used to be. Laughing at the absurdity, I took the photo. Despite the initial shock, I thought to myself, our family certainly had a new sense of 'bonding.' The sexy, busty family in town had to deal with the predicament with a great deal of wit and humour. Simultaneously, realizing that even in the bodies of my busty girlfriend, my dad didn't stop his puns, Roger didn't stop his sarcasm, Paul was the goofy teen like always and mom, she pretty much enjoyed her newfound youth.
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