"The Possession Pool Party Prank"
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"Okay, Marcus, you have to admit, this is getting ridiculous," I said, exasperated, as Mom—err, Dave in Mom's body—did the third, and by far the worst, Arnold Schwarzenegger impression.
"You vant to go to the choppah?" Mom's usually melodic voice said, completely butchered by Dave's over-the-top performance.
"Dave, just stop it," I huffed, splashing water at the makeshift 'Arnold' in our hot tub, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation.
"He still can't get it right, can he?" Matt said smugly, taking a seat next to me by the pool.
"Great, you're here too," I spat. "Why don't you both just leave my mom and let her enjoy her own body?"
"Where's the fun in that?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow. "After all, when life gives you a possession spell, you gotta live a little."
"If you call shaking my mom's butt and taunting me 'living a little,'" I replied, rolling my eyes so hard they could've popped out of my head.
Dave—still in my mom's curvaceous body—struck a pose like a runway model, one hand on her hip, and the other dramatically flipping her hair. "Oh, Marcus, don't be such a stick in the mud," he said, his act shifting into what I think was supposed to be a French accent. "It's not every day one gets to experience life from zee magnifique perspective of ze most beautiful voman in ze neighborhood!"
I buried my face in my hands. "Enough with the impressions, Dave. Seriously, you're killing me here."
"Fine, fine," Dave replied, with a roll of Mom's eyes. He sauntered over to the pool's edge and dipped a well-manicured toenail into the water. "But you have to admit, your mom's got—"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence," I interrupted him, my patience reaching its limit.
"Got what, Marcus? A future in acting, maybe?" Matt cut in, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. "After all, she's been in several 'roles' this week."
I shot him a glare that could melt steel. "Why don't you take a turn, Matt? See how you like getting splashed by the very water you despise so much?"
Matt shrugged. "Fine by me!" he said, too cheerily. "Dave, buddy, time to tap out. My turn!"
Dave, in Mom's body, huffed dramatically and gave her rear one final, exaggerated slap. "Oh, mon cher Marcus, I vill miss zee vay you make zee faces!"
I groaned audibly as Dave's impression finally ceased, and Mom's head fell forward, her body swaying momentarily. Then, with a slight jerk, she looked up—her eyes now alight with Matt's signature mischief.
He smirked. "Hey there, Marcus. Did you miss me?"
I facepalmed again. "Matt, please, can't you two just... I don't know... leave my mom out of this?"
"Leave her out? Why would we do that when we can have so much fun?" Matt, now in full possessive control, said, winking and strutting like a peacock. "Besides, we do make an excellent team, your mom and I."
"Somehow, that makes this even worse," I muttered. As if to punctuate my misery, Mom's—now Matt's—body launched into an exaggerated, synchronized swim routine, all well-coordinated flailing and splash-tacular mess.
"Hey, Mom, wrong sport!" I yelled, making a futile attempt to regain some form of normalcy.
"But Marcus," Matt replied, not missing a beat as Mom's form pirouetted at the edge of the pool. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime performance! You've got the best seat in the house!"
I sighed. With friends like Matt and Dave, who needed demented circus entertainers?
"You know, one of these days, you two are going to regret this," I warned, shaking my head. "Possession spells have consequences."
"But until then," Matt crowed, posing dramatically by the diving board, "we're making a splash!"
As Matt, in Mom's body, cannonballed into the pool, sending waves everywhere, I just closed my eyes and silently prayed for normalcy.
Who knew having the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood as your mother could be so complicated?
And wet. So, so wet.
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 dialogue where my mom was the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood. She would draw eyed from everyone because of her curvaceous and busty figure. The problem is my two friends Matt and David both find her extremely hot as well. I never thought they would find a possession spell to take turns possessing her body but that's exactly what happened. Every other day one of them takes over her body and usually puts on a bikini or something low cut to show off moms' chest. While my mom was out in the hot tub, I was by the pool with her when I saw her head fly back and she began to convulse after she was done a hand went to her large chest and she smirked at me and said Check out whose back in mommy teasing me. They got up and did a little dance shaking my mom's butt and gave it a slap. I wonder who it is today. It ends up Being Dave and he just loves to taunt me with my mothers body. I could tell it was him when He began to do dumb impressions in my moms body.
Response: "Okay, Marcus, you have to admit, this is getting ridiculous," I said, exasperated, as Mom—err, Dave in Mom's body—did the third, and by far the worst, Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. "You vant to go to the choppah?" Mom's usually melodic voice said, completely butchered by Dave's over-the-top performance. "Dave, just stop it," I huffed, splashing water at the makeshift 'Arnold' in our hot tub, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation. "He still can't get it right, can he?" Matt said smugly, taking a seat next to me by the pool. "Great, you're here too," I spat. "Why don't you both just leave my mom and let her enjoy her own body?" "Where's the fun in that?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow. "After all, when life gives you a possession spell, you gotta live a little." "If you call shaking my mom's butt and taunting me 'living a little,'" I replied, rolling my eyes so hard they could've popped out of my head. Dave—still in my mom's curvaceous body—struck a pose like a runway model, one hand on her hip, and the other dramatically flipping her hair. "Oh, Marcus, don't be such a stick in the mud," he said, his act shifting into what I think was supposed to be a French accent. "It's not every day one gets to experience life from zee magnifique perspective of ze most beautiful voman in ze neighborhood!" I buried my face in my hands. "Enough with the impressions, Dave. Seriously, you're killing me here." "Fine, fine," Dave replied, with a roll of Mom's eyes. He sauntered over to the pool's edge and dipped a well-manicured toenail into the water. "But you have to admit, your mom's got—" "Don't you dare finish that sentence," I interrupted him, my patience reaching its limit. "Got what, Marcus? A future in acting, maybe?" Matt cut in, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. "After all, she's been in several 'roles' this week." I shot him a glare that could melt steel. "Why don't you take a turn, Matt? See how you like getting splashed by the very water you despise so much?" Matt shrugged. "Fine by me!" he said, too cheerily. "Dave, buddy, time to tap out. My turn!" Dave, in Mom's body, huffed dramatically and gave her rear one final, exaggerated slap. "Oh, mon cher Marcus, I vill miss zee vay you make zee faces!" I groaned audibly as Dave's impression finally ceased, and Mom's head fell forward, her body swaying momentarily. Then, with a slight jerk, she looked up—her eyes now alight with Matt's signature mischief. He smirked. "Hey there, Marcus. Did you miss me?" I facepalmed again. "Matt, please, can't you two just... I don't know... leave my mom out of this?" "Leave her out? Why would we do that when we can have so much fun?" Matt, now in full possessive control, said, winking and strutting like a peacock. "Besides, we do make an excellent team, your mom and I." "Somehow, that makes this even worse," I muttered. As if to punctuate my misery, Mom's—now Matt's—body launched into an exaggerated, synchronized swim routine, all well-coordinated flailing and splash-tacular mess. "Hey, Mom, wrong sport!" I yelled, making a futile attempt to regain some form of normalcy. "But Marcus," Matt replied, not missing a beat as Mom's form pirouetted at the edge of the pool. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime performance! You've got the best seat in the house!" I sighed. With friends like Matt and Dave, who needed demented circus entertainers? "You know, one of these days, you two are going to regret this," I warned, shaking my head. "Possession spells have consequences." "But until then," Matt crowed, posing dramatically by the diving board, "we're making a splash!" As Matt, in Mom's body, cannonballed into the pool, sending waves everywhere, I just closed my eyes and silently prayed for normalcy. Who knew having the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood as your mother could be so complicated? And wet. So, so wet.
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