"The Possession Prank: A Summer of Supernatural Shenanigans"
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I knew growing up with the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood would turn heads. Who would've guessed it would also ignite a supernatural disaster? When Matt and David, my two closest yet most insufferable friends, found a possession spell to take turns with my mom’s body, things went from eye-rollingly bad to comically absurd.
On this particular sunny afternoon, my mom was soaking in the hot tub, clad in a bikini that left very little to the imagination—thanks most likely to David's self-indulgent fashion choices. I lounged by the pool, trying not to think about the situation more than I had to, when suddenly, the familiar signs of a possession began: her head flew back, and her body convulsed stunningly for a moment.
Seconds later, with a smirk that I dreaded recognizing, my mom—or rather David—let out a teasing, “Check out who’s back in mommy.”
I glared at her—er, him. "Real classy, Dave."
Mom-Dave gyrated in a shoddy impersonation of a belly dancer, then gave her own behind a solid slap. “You just can’t resist my moves, can you?” David’s voice emerged from my mother’s throat, mimicking a bad movie villain.
"Yeah, real smooth, bro.” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my brain. “I've seen better moves from a dancing inflatable tube man outside a car dealership.”
"Don't be such a buzzkill, man." David’s impersonation of a quacking duck in my mother’s melodic voice was plain unsettling. He waltzed over to the edge of the pool, putting on what he supposed was an enticing display but ended up looking like a chicken mimicking a runway model.
"Can’t you just possess a scarecrow or something next time? This is giving me existential whiplash." I remarked, adjusting my sunglasses to block out the view of my mom's body doing a pirouette.
With mock hurt, Mom-Dave clutched 'her' chest, giving me an exaggerated pout. “Are you saying you don’t find your old pal Dave irresistible?”
“Resistible and down-right repulsive, actually," I shot back.
Just then, Mom-Dave lost balance and toppled backward into the hot tub, emerging seconds later sputtering and trying to smooth her soaking hair.
"Well, that was graceful. You might want to work on your choreography.” I teased, enjoying my small victory.
“Oh, ha-ha,” he retorted, pushing wet strands of hair from 'her' face. “Next time it’s Matt’s turn, I’ll make sure he practices for his Broadway debut.”
"Seriously, though," I said, my tone shifting to something more serious, "how long are you guys going to keep this up? It’s not just weird—it's pretty messed up."
David paused, and for a split second, there was a glimmer of my mom's real self through his antics. “We just wanted to have some fun,” he finally admitted, albeit somewhat sheepishly.
“Fun’s one thing,” I replied, spreading my hands wide. “But hijacking my mom's body isn't a freakin' Disney Channel prank. Maybe think about boundaries and, I don't know, maybe consent?”
David’s hand squeezed my—it definitely was not my mother’s—cheek. “Alright, man. Point taken. We’ll tone it down after our next pool party, okay?”
I sighed, realizing my friends probably wouldn’t learn the lesson right away but hoping they would, eventually. "Fine," I conceded. "But if I see one more belly dance, I'm calling an exorcist.”
David broke into another smirk. "Deal. But the duck impressions stay."
God help me, I thought. It was going to be a long summer.
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: I knew growing up with the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood would turn heads. Who would've guessed it would also ignite a supernatural disaster? When Matt and David, my two closest yet most insufferable friends, found a possession spell to take turns with my mom’s body, things went from eye-rollingly bad to comically absurd. On this particular sunny afternoon, my mom was soaking in the hot tub, clad in a bikini that left very little to the imagination—thanks most likely to David's self-indulgent fashion choices. I lounged by the pool, trying not to think about the situation more than I had to, when suddenly, the familiar signs of a possession began: her head flew back, and her body convulsed stunningly for a moment. Seconds later, with a smirk that I dreaded recognizing, my mom—or rather David—let out a teasing, “Check out who’s back in mommy.” I glared at her—er, him. "Real classy, Dave." Mom-Dave gyrated in a shoddy impersonation of a belly dancer, then gave her own behind a solid slap. “You just can’t resist my moves, can you?” David’s voice emerged from my mother’s throat, mimicking a bad movie villain. "Yeah, real smooth, bro.” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my brain. “I've seen better moves from a dancing inflatable tube man outside a car dealership.” "Don't be such a buzzkill, man." David’s impersonation of a quacking duck in my mother’s melodic voice was plain unsettling. He waltzed over to the edge of the pool, putting on what he supposed was an enticing display but ended up looking like a chicken mimicking a runway model. "Can’t you just possess a scarecrow or something next time? This is giving me existential whiplash." I remarked, adjusting my sunglasses to block out the view of my mom's body doing a pirouette. With mock hurt, Mom-Dave clutched 'her' chest, giving me an exaggerated pout. “Are you saying you don’t find your old pal Dave irresistible?” “Resistible and down-right repulsive, actually," I shot back. Just then, Mom-Dave lost balance and toppled backward into the hot tub, emerging seconds later sputtering and trying to smooth her soaking hair. "Well, that was graceful. You might want to work on your choreography.” I teased, enjoying my small victory. “Oh, ha-ha,” he retorted, pushing wet strands of hair from 'her' face. “Next time it’s Matt’s turn, I’ll make sure he practices for his Broadway debut.” "Seriously, though," I said, my tone shifting to something more serious, "how long are you guys going to keep this up? It’s not just weird—it's pretty messed up." David paused, and for a split second, there was a glimmer of my mom's real self through his antics. “We just wanted to have some fun,” he finally admitted, albeit somewhat sheepishly. “Fun’s one thing,” I replied, spreading my hands wide. “But hijacking my mom's body isn't a freakin' Disney Channel prank. Maybe think about boundaries and, I don't know, maybe consent?” David’s hand squeezed my—it definitely was not my mother’s—cheek. “Alright, man. Point taken. We’ll tone it down after our next pool party, okay?” I sighed, realizing my friends probably wouldn’t learn the lesson right away but hoping they would, eventually. "Fine," I conceded. "But if I see one more belly dance, I'm calling an exorcist.” David broke into another smirk. "Deal. But the duck impressions stay." God help me, I thought. It was going to be a long summer.
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