"The Cloning Catastrophe: A Family Portrait to Remember"
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In my science-infused-romantic life, nothing could prepare me for my latest, and most comedic, debacle.
"Oh, John, you crack me up," my girlfriend Kenzie laughed as she stepped into the clone machine. "Can't wait to see two Kenzies prancing around."
Unluckily, a short-circuit turned my mishap into a bigger catastrophe. Stormy flashes filled the room, and an electromagnetic tornado vented out of control. After the storm began to ease, I squinted through my thick safety glasses to find not just my girlfriend looking like Kenzie but also my entire family.
“Oh, dear!” Kenzie exclaimed, her voice no longer the only lighthearted soprano in the room.
Three Kenzie lookalikes were fondling their new assets. "Bro, you got a rack!" one quipped in deep, uncanny voice.
"No way, bro! I never imagined this side of life," the other one, probably my other brother, gawked back.
"Okay, okay. Enough!” I yelled, witnessing Dad examining his new nails. “We have to put some sort of name tags on here."
"Sweetie, these nails are great," Dad piped up, his voice floating sweetly through the air, like Grace Kelly at a brunch party. "And look at all this hair!" He tossed his new vibrant red locks over his shoulder. "I feel like Fabio!"
"Well, I guess not all of us can share Fabio's sentiment," my usually no-nonsense brother grumbled, yanking his tumbling locks in a ponytail.
"But… dad, the boobs…?" my other brother questioned, still hanging onto his chest in disbelief.
Mom laughed, brushing her newly youthful face. "Oh, lighten up, boys," she said, clearly relishing her regained youth. "Isn't this fun?"
"Fun?" one of my brothers tried headbanging his newly thick tresses. "Yeah, we're the hottest band in the living room."
Laughter erupted, mingling with the absurdity of the situation. Suddenly, mom came up with a suggestion. “Why don't we take a family photo?”
"I suppose that's one way to remember this, mom," I mumbled, grabbing the camera. "Everybody ready?"
The shutter clicked as I captured my entire family, or should I say, Kenzie-clones. They sprung into action, one throwing up a peace sign, one doing a duck face, one winking at the camera, and Dad continuing to cup his new breasts for the shot.
After all the laughter and suspense, I realized that despite their appearances, my family hadn’t changed. Their personalities shone brighter even than Kenzie’s flaming red hair. This may not have been the invention I had in mind, but it sure made for one heck of a family portrait. Not to mention the sexiest bunch the neighborhood had ever witnessed.
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 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 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: In my science-infused-romantic life, nothing could prepare me for my latest, and most comedic, debacle. "Oh, John, you crack me up," my girlfriend Kenzie laughed as she stepped into the clone machine. "Can't wait to see two Kenzies prancing around." Unluckily, a short-circuit turned my mishap into a bigger catastrophe. Stormy flashes filled the room, and an electromagnetic tornado vented out of control. After the storm began to ease, I squinted through my thick safety glasses to find not just my girlfriend looking like Kenzie but also my entire family. “Oh, dear!” Kenzie exclaimed, her voice no longer the only lighthearted soprano in the room. Three Kenzie lookalikes were fondling their new assets. "Bro, you got a rack!" one quipped in deep, uncanny voice. "No way, bro! I never imagined this side of life," the other one, probably my other brother, gawked back. "Okay, okay. Enough!” I yelled, witnessing Dad examining his new nails. “We have to put some sort of name tags on here." "Sweetie, these nails are great," Dad piped up, his voice floating sweetly through the air, like Grace Kelly at a brunch party. "And look at all this hair!" He tossed his new vibrant red locks over his shoulder. "I feel like Fabio!" "Well, I guess not all of us can share Fabio's sentiment," my usually no-nonsense brother grumbled, yanking his tumbling locks in a ponytail. "But… dad, the boobs…?" my other brother questioned, still hanging onto his chest in disbelief. Mom laughed, brushing her newly youthful face. "Oh, lighten up, boys," she said, clearly relishing her regained youth. "Isn't this fun?" "Fun?" one of my brothers tried headbanging his newly thick tresses. "Yeah, we're the hottest band in the living room." Laughter erupted, mingling with the absurdity of the situation. Suddenly, mom came up with a suggestion. “Why don't we take a family photo?” "I suppose that's one way to remember this, mom," I mumbled, grabbing the camera. "Everybody ready?" The shutter clicked as I captured my entire family, or should I say, Kenzie-clones. They sprung into action, one throwing up a peace sign, one doing a duck face, one winking at the camera, and Dad continuing to cup his new breasts for the shot. After all the laughter and suspense, I realized that despite their appearances, my family hadn’t changed. Their personalities shone brighter even than Kenzie’s flaming red hair. This may not have been the invention I had in mind, but it sure made for one heck of a family portrait. Not to mention the sexiest bunch the neighborhood had ever witnessed.
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