The Possessed Bride's Wild Wedding: A Tale of Laughter and Love
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I stood at the altar, sweat trickling down my back, trying to make sense of the chaos around me. Today was my wedding day, the day meant to be the pinnacle of romance and joy. Instead, it took a wild turn that could only be described as a supernatural prank meets reality television.
The ceremony began ordinarily enough—a sea of smiles, whispers of anticipation, and the intoxicating scent of roses. That is, until my best friend, Dave, made an entrance that would rival any bride's grand reveal. Only, he wasn’t exactly himself.
“Dude, do my feet look weird in these heels?” Dave whispered, sashaying up the aisle in a glorious wedding dress that fit my wife-to-be like a glove but seemed to confuse everyone else. The elaborate gown accentuated his newfound voluptuous figure, red curls bouncing with every step.
“Why is she checking out her own...?” Aunt Linda whispered to Uncle Bob, eyebrows trying to reach her hairline.
“Boobs, Linda. You can say it. It’s not going to make you explode,” Uncle Bob retorted.
“That’s not Sandy, is it?” My cousin Tim nudged his wife, who looked equally bewildered.
“Guess who,” Dave smirked, batting those eyelashes dramatically as he looked down at the ample cleavage now proudly his. He'd apparently read a possession spell and thought showing up at my wedding by possessing my bride was a great idea. Classic Dave.
“What’s happening?” Sandy’s younger sister, Lily, asked, eyes darting between her flashily-dressed sister and the equally overdressed officiant who was stumbling to keep the ceremony going.
“I think Sandy had Red Bull for breakfast,” Lily's boyfriend offered cluelessly.
The vows were an odyssey in themselves. Dave delivered them with more gusto than any weekend blockbuster.
“Eli, remember that time in high school when we snuck into the principal’s office—“
“Wait, what?” Reverend Jenkins interrupted, visibly rattled. “Are these the vows?”
“Yes, Father," Dave said slyly with Sandy's voice, "I promise to protect Eli like we protected each other from Principal Thompson’s wrath.”
By the time we reached the reception, it was clear this wedding was memorable for all the odd reasons. Dave lifted his—no, Sandy’s—arms, calling for attention.
“I'd like to quote from the seminal work, 'Remember the Titans'...”
“Is she quoting sports movies now?” Marilyn, my boss, asked her husband incredulously.
“Movin' like Jagger,” Dave screeched, suddenly executing a twerk that would have made Miley Cyrus blush. The room erupted into a blend of puzzled faces and applause, Aunt Linda dropping her punch glass.
“Dude, cut it out!” I hissed during our slow dance moment. Dave chuckled, recalling every embarrassing high school story in vivid detail. My hand hovered awkwardly on his lower back.
“Oh, don't be shy, Eli! We all know where you’d rather put your hand,” Dave teased, winking and wiggling his new curvy derrière.
“What’s up with Sandy dancing like she’s on spring break?” Sandy’s grandma asked, scandalized.
“Must be the music,” grandpa replied, attempting to keep pace.
The evening continued to unfold in unpredictable ways: Dave leading a conga line, Dave rapping to old-school hip-hop, Dave politely declining every single attempt I made to slip away and discuss how to reverse this spell.
Finally, in a moment of clarity, I pulled him aside. “So, the book?”
“Yeah, funny story. It’s back at my place,” he said, looking genuinely perplexed. “Guess I’m going on your honeymoon, dude.”
“Wonderful. Just wonderful,” I said, shaking my head.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized—despite the absurdity—Dave had unintentionally given us a wedding like no other. Free-spirited and comical, just what we needed to start this new chapter.
“Who knows,” Dave said, wrapping a muscled arm (Sandy’s? His?) around me as we walked away from the reception hall. “Maybe Hawaiian sand is good for exorcisms.”
I chuckled. "Only one way to find out."
And so, with a possessed bride and a plane ticket to Hawaii, we launched life’s next adventure. If nothing else, we had the best wedding day story anyone could possibly imagine.
Just wait until we hit the beach.
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 where Today was my wedding day. It was supposed to be the greatest day of my life. My best friend couldn’t make it to the wedding since he lives far away now. At least I thought he wouldn’t make it. Apparently, he read a possession spell and accidentally possessed my wife during the ceremony. He walked up to the aisle in her flashy and showy dress her red hair cascading down her back with a strange smirk in her face. He keeps looking down at his new big boobs which were a grade A rack no doubt about it. and laughing the ceremony has been so weird and people are wondering when my wife learned all these raps songs. He gave a speech at the reception that quoted action movies and sports movies much to the surprise to everyone. He even started twerking his big curvy ass at the reception. We had to slow dance and he kept making me laugh talking about old stories from high school and he kept teasing me for having my hand on his butt as we danced. This has been wild for me, but it has kind of been fun seeing my wife acting so free during the wedding and reception. My buddy has certainly made this wedding far more comical by possessing her body. I just hope we can figure out the reverse spell before the honeymoon, but that's not going to happen turn out he left the book back at his house, so I guess he's going to Hawaii with me as my wife.
Response: I stood at the altar, sweat trickling down my back, trying to make sense of the chaos around me. Today was my wedding day, the day meant to be the pinnacle of romance and joy. Instead, it took a wild turn that could only be described as a supernatural prank meets reality television. The ceremony began ordinarily enough—a sea of smiles, whispers of anticipation, and the intoxicating scent of roses. That is, until my best friend, Dave, made an entrance that would rival any bride's grand reveal. Only, he wasn’t exactly himself. “Dude, do my feet look weird in these heels?” Dave whispered, sashaying up the aisle in a glorious wedding dress that fit my wife-to-be like a glove but seemed to confuse everyone else. The elaborate gown accentuated his newfound voluptuous figure, red curls bouncing with every step. “Why is she checking out her own...?” Aunt Linda whispered to Uncle Bob, eyebrows trying to reach her hairline. “Boobs, Linda. You can say it. It’s not going to make you explode,” Uncle Bob retorted. “That’s not Sandy, is it?” My cousin Tim nudged his wife, who looked equally bewildered. “Guess who,” Dave smirked, batting those eyelashes dramatically as he looked down at the ample cleavage now proudly his. He'd apparently read a possession spell and thought showing up at my wedding by possessing my bride was a great idea. Classic Dave. “What’s happening?” Sandy’s younger sister, Lily, asked, eyes darting between her flashily-dressed sister and the equally overdressed officiant who was stumbling to keep the ceremony going. “I think Sandy had Red Bull for breakfast,” Lily's boyfriend offered cluelessly. The vows were an odyssey in themselves. Dave delivered them with more gusto than any weekend blockbuster. “Eli, remember that time in high school when we snuck into the principal’s office—“ “Wait, what?” Reverend Jenkins interrupted, visibly rattled. “Are these the vows?” “Yes, Father," Dave said slyly with Sandy's voice, "I promise to protect Eli like we protected each other from Principal Thompson’s wrath.” By the time we reached the reception, it was clear this wedding was memorable for all the odd reasons. Dave lifted his—no, Sandy’s—arms, calling for attention. “I'd like to quote from the seminal work, 'Remember the Titans'...” “Is she quoting sports movies now?” Marilyn, my boss, asked her husband incredulously. “Movin' like Jagger,” Dave screeched, suddenly executing a twerk that would have made Miley Cyrus blush. The room erupted into a blend of puzzled faces and applause, Aunt Linda dropping her punch glass. “Dude, cut it out!” I hissed during our slow dance moment. Dave chuckled, recalling every embarrassing high school story in vivid detail. My hand hovered awkwardly on his lower back. “Oh, don't be shy, Eli! We all know where you’d rather put your hand,” Dave teased, winking and wiggling his new curvy derrière. “What’s up with Sandy dancing like she’s on spring break?” Sandy’s grandma asked, scandalized. “Must be the music,” grandpa replied, attempting to keep pace. The evening continued to unfold in unpredictable ways: Dave leading a conga line, Dave rapping to old-school hip-hop, Dave politely declining every single attempt I made to slip away and discuss how to reverse this spell. Finally, in a moment of clarity, I pulled him aside. “So, the book?” “Yeah, funny story. It’s back at my place,” he said, looking genuinely perplexed. “Guess I’m going on your honeymoon, dude.” “Wonderful. Just wonderful,” I said, shaking my head. The more I thought about it, the more I realized—despite the absurdity—Dave had unintentionally given us a wedding like no other. Free-spirited and comical, just what we needed to start this new chapter. “Who knows,” Dave said, wrapping a muscled arm (Sandy’s? His?) around me as we walked away from the reception hall. “Maybe Hawaiian sand is good for exorcisms.” I chuckled. "Only one way to find out." And so, with a possessed bride and a plane ticket to Hawaii, we launched life’s next adventure. If nothing else, we had the best wedding day story anyone could possibly imagine. Just wait until we hit the beach.
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