The Busty Redhead Bunch
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Title: The Busty Redhead Bunch
"Sweetie, you know I always support you and your...eccentricities, but having to check myself out in the mirror every now and then is not what I had in mind when you said you needed a test subject for your invention." Charlotte, my once-original busty, red-headed girlfriend, said as she tried adjusting her newly minted curves.
"That's an understatement, bro," my not-so-little brother in Charlotte-form, Josh, remarked, failing to avert his eyes from her - now his - bosom. "This is the weirdest science experiment gone wrong since Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."
"Quite right," my dad sneered in agreement, fussing over his newly formed curves and red hair. He was still as snarky as ever, though his tone had climbed several octaves. "This inventor job is for the birds."
Josh, all the while, seemed to be getting a kick out of this, bouncing and wiggling in newfound delight in front of the full-length mirror.
Meanwhile, my stoic brother, Jack, didn't seem fazed at all by this new voluptuous development. He merely glanced at his reflection and shrugged, "Well, mom always said I was pretty."
"Alright everyone, grab a name tag please," I said, attempting to bring some semblance of order to my humorously bizarro household.
We spent the rest of the day adjusting to this new reality. My dad grumbled about his new bustline. Josh and Jack struggled with their conflicting feelings of shock and acceptance. I handed out name tags, just to keep their identities straight and constant. The arduous process of writing down their names on the nametags turned out to be the quickest, but potentially most impactful part of the day.
My mom seemed the only one happy about the situation. "Oh honey, look at how young I am again," she marveled, flipping her gorgeous auburn hair over her shoulder. "And these curves? I'll be the talk of the neighborhood!"
Indeed, we were the talk of the neighborhood. An unexpected side effect of my invention had turned my commonplace family into an absolute sensation - or rather a group of sensational, voluptuous redheads. Despite the initial shock, awkwardness, and understandably weird interaction, my family began to adapt. The wise cracks, energy, stoicism, and warmth they had always owned still emerged - albeit through a filter of freckles and under a blanket of red curls.
Who knew that the wacky outcome of a futuristic invention would drive my family to become the talk of the town? One thing's for sure: I'm now the proud owner - and creator - of the most uniquely gorgeous and busty family you'll ever meet. Science truly is stranger than fiction, and funnier too.
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. It was awkward for all the guys in my family to have boobs and curves that they definitely didn't have before. Everyones 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 acting stoic as always and my mom was pretty pleased to be younger again. This invention has caused quite the change to my family, Though I will admit were the sexiest and most busty family in town.
Response: Title: The Busty Redhead Bunch "Sweetie, you know I always support you and your...eccentricities, but having to check myself out in the mirror every now and then is not what I had in mind when you said you needed a test subject for your invention." Charlotte, my once-original busty, red-headed girlfriend, said as she tried adjusting her newly minted curves. "That's an understatement, bro," my not-so-little brother in Charlotte-form, Josh, remarked, failing to avert his eyes from her - now his - bosom. "This is the weirdest science experiment gone wrong since Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." "Quite right," my dad sneered in agreement, fussing over his newly formed curves and red hair. He was still as snarky as ever, though his tone had climbed several octaves. "This inventor job is for the birds." Josh, all the while, seemed to be getting a kick out of this, bouncing and wiggling in newfound delight in front of the full-length mirror. Meanwhile, my stoic brother, Jack, didn't seem fazed at all by this new voluptuous development. He merely glanced at his reflection and shrugged, "Well, mom always said I was pretty." "Alright everyone, grab a name tag please," I said, attempting to bring some semblance of order to my humorously bizarro household. We spent the rest of the day adjusting to this new reality. My dad grumbled about his new bustline. Josh and Jack struggled with their conflicting feelings of shock and acceptance. I handed out name tags, just to keep their identities straight and constant. The arduous process of writing down their names on the nametags turned out to be the quickest, but potentially most impactful part of the day. My mom seemed the only one happy about the situation. "Oh honey, look at how young I am again," she marveled, flipping her gorgeous auburn hair over her shoulder. "And these curves? I'll be the talk of the neighborhood!" Indeed, we were the talk of the neighborhood. An unexpected side effect of my invention had turned my commonplace family into an absolute sensation - or rather a group of sensational, voluptuous redheads. Despite the initial shock, awkwardness, and understandably weird interaction, my family began to adapt. The wise cracks, energy, stoicism, and warmth they had always owned still emerged - albeit through a filter of freckles and under a blanket of red curls. Who knew that the wacky outcome of a futuristic invention would drive my family to become the talk of the town? One thing's for sure: I'm now the proud owner - and creator - of the most uniquely gorgeous and busty family you'll ever meet. Science truly is stranger than fiction, and funnier too.
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