**The Spellbinding Pool Party**
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### The Bewitched Pool Party
It was a scorching Saturday afternoon when my wife, Jenny, decided we needed to throw a pool party. She was thrilled about it, but I filled up with dread the moment I heard the guest list. Not that I had anything against my buddies, Dan, Terry, and Mike, but let's face it—inviting three guys who practically drooled over my wife was akin to inviting piranhas to a goldfish convention.
The party started off innocently enough, with cannonballs into the pool, beer chugging, and awkward small talk. Then Dan, Terry, and Mike gathered around me by the grill, forming a suspicious huddle.
"Hey, buddy," Dan said, stifling a giggle and giving me a nudge. "We found something pretty interesting online, a possession spell. We're gonna try it on Jenny tonight."
I nearly dropped the spatula into the flames. "You found what? Are you guys nuts?"
Terry waggled his eyebrows and pulled out a worn piece of parchment. "C'mon, it's all in good fun. Imagine making her say things that she usually wouldn’t dream of! It'll be hilarious.”
Mike was practically bouncing on his toes. "And those curves, man. We have to know how it feels to be her for just a moment. Trust us, it’ll be epic."
My immediate response was to run, maybe dive into the pool and stay there until they left. But before I could do anything, the guys were already chanting in that weird amateur sorcerer way.
"By the power of the internet, and awkward moments reborn, let Jenny be possessed, until morning's new dawn!"
My wife, hostess extraordinaire, was busy setting up at the snack table, unaware of the impending mystical intrusion. Then it happened—her eyes glazed over, and the spectacle began.
First up was Dan. Suddenly, Jenny was strutting around the deck, a cartoonishly exaggerated sway to her hips. Dan—inside Jenny—gave Terry a wink and did a playful twirl.
"Damn, Dan. What are you doing?" I groaned, realizing the spell was working, much to my simultaneous amazement and dismay.
"Quit complaining, Dave. I'm just trying out these hips," Dan said sensually, but through Jenny’s mouth, which made it infinitely more uncomfortable. "Check this out!"
Suddenly, Jenny's hand smacked her own behind with a resounding clap. All I could do was facepalm.
Mike stepped up next, taking possession as Jenny hummed to herself and started rolling her shoulders. "These puppies are top-notch, boys!" Mike said, Jenny's hands cupping her breasts. "Perfect mix of bounce and firmness!"
Terry shouted, "Hey, they don't call them funbags for nothing!" and snorted beer out of his nose.
"See, Dave, lighten up! She's enjoying it," Mike jabbed as Jenny did a little jump, watching her own assets jiggle.
"No, she’s a hostage in her own body!" I yelled, looking for any way to stop this madness.
Finally, it was Terry's turn. Jenny's demeanor changed to icy cool. "You boys think you’re so funny, huh? Well, how about this!" Terry said, moving Jenny's hands to the sides of her head, attempting to do that infamous Lindsey Lohan hair-flip scene from a movie I promised never to recall.
Jenny's face turned beet red, and I realized this had gone far enough. "Okay, time's up! Give my wife back, you maniacs!" I shouted, finally finding the courage to put a stop to their idiocy.
With hushed laughter and whispered promises to behave, they recited a reversal chant, "By the power of the internet, revert the possessions, make no regrets."
Jenny’s eyes returned to normal, and she blinked rapidly. "Uhm, what the hell just happened?"
"Long story," I said, reaching for a beer, "but let's just say our friends need to stick to Netflix and chill. Less Netflix, and far less chill."
"Net—what?" Jenny replied quizzically, but then Terry managed to spit water through his nose again as he made an awkward, middle school-level joke to lighten up the situation.
Dan groaned, "Don't worry, no more spells. But if she ever invites us to a conjuring class, we'll consider it!"
We all laughed—well, they more so than me. As the sun set and the pool lights reflected dancing ripples, we decided that the next party would involve no magic, no hauntings and definitely no borrowed body parts. Not unless we were playing charades—then all bets were off!
By the end of the night, I realized that life was unpredictable, and having a busty redheaded wife and three idiot friends meant life’s awkward and surreal moments would keep coming, like waves at a raucous beach party. But hey, who can say no to memorable, albeit strange, pool parties? Certainly not me.
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: My wife is busty redhead, all 3 of my buddies always talked about how hot she was. I know she's beautiful but it doesn't make it any less awkward. When my wife wanted to host a party at our house at the pool She invited all my friends. I didn't know they had devised a plan, they had found a possession spell online. They were all going to take turn reading it and taking over my wife's busty body. They feel her curves and smack her ass and bounce her breasts. They even make her say vulgar things she never would before. It certainly has been a weird party. write the story with lots of dialogue.
Response: ### The Bewitched Pool Party It was a scorching Saturday afternoon when my wife, Jenny, decided we needed to throw a pool party. She was thrilled about it, but I filled up with dread the moment I heard the guest list. Not that I had anything against my buddies, Dan, Terry, and Mike, but let's face it—inviting three guys who practically drooled over my wife was akin to inviting piranhas to a goldfish convention. The party started off innocently enough, with cannonballs into the pool, beer chugging, and awkward small talk. Then Dan, Terry, and Mike gathered around me by the grill, forming a suspicious huddle. "Hey, buddy," Dan said, stifling a giggle and giving me a nudge. "We found something pretty interesting online, a possession spell. We're gonna try it on Jenny tonight." I nearly dropped the spatula into the flames. "You found what? Are you guys nuts?" Terry waggled his eyebrows and pulled out a worn piece of parchment. "C'mon, it's all in good fun. Imagine making her say things that she usually wouldn’t dream of! It'll be hilarious.” Mike was practically bouncing on his toes. "And those curves, man. We have to know how it feels to be her for just a moment. Trust us, it’ll be epic." My immediate response was to run, maybe dive into the pool and stay there until they left. But before I could do anything, the guys were already chanting in that weird amateur sorcerer way. "By the power of the internet, and awkward moments reborn, let Jenny be possessed, until morning's new dawn!" My wife, hostess extraordinaire, was busy setting up at the snack table, unaware of the impending mystical intrusion. Then it happened—her eyes glazed over, and the spectacle began. First up was Dan. Suddenly, Jenny was strutting around the deck, a cartoonishly exaggerated sway to her hips. Dan—inside Jenny—gave Terry a wink and did a playful twirl. "Damn, Dan. What are you doing?" I groaned, realizing the spell was working, much to my simultaneous amazement and dismay. "Quit complaining, Dave. I'm just trying out these hips," Dan said sensually, but through Jenny’s mouth, which made it infinitely more uncomfortable. "Check this out!" Suddenly, Jenny's hand smacked her own behind with a resounding clap. All I could do was facepalm. Mike stepped up next, taking possession as Jenny hummed to herself and started rolling her shoulders. "These puppies are top-notch, boys!" Mike said, Jenny's hands cupping her breasts. "Perfect mix of bounce and firmness!" Terry shouted, "Hey, they don't call them funbags for nothing!" and snorted beer out of his nose. "See, Dave, lighten up! She's enjoying it," Mike jabbed as Jenny did a little jump, watching her own assets jiggle. "No, she’s a hostage in her own body!" I yelled, looking for any way to stop this madness. Finally, it was Terry's turn. Jenny's demeanor changed to icy cool. "You boys think you’re so funny, huh? Well, how about this!" Terry said, moving Jenny's hands to the sides of her head, attempting to do that infamous Lindsey Lohan hair-flip scene from a movie I promised never to recall. Jenny's face turned beet red, and I realized this had gone far enough. "Okay, time's up! Give my wife back, you maniacs!" I shouted, finally finding the courage to put a stop to their idiocy. With hushed laughter and whispered promises to behave, they recited a reversal chant, "By the power of the internet, revert the possessions, make no regrets." Jenny’s eyes returned to normal, and she blinked rapidly. "Uhm, what the hell just happened?" "Long story," I said, reaching for a beer, "but let's just say our friends need to stick to Netflix and chill. Less Netflix, and far less chill." "Net—what?" Jenny replied quizzically, but then Terry managed to spit water through his nose again as he made an awkward, middle school-level joke to lighten up the situation. Dan groaned, "Don't worry, no more spells. But if she ever invites us to a conjuring class, we'll consider it!" We all laughed—well, they more so than me. As the sun set and the pool lights reflected dancing ripples, we decided that the next party would involve no magic, no hauntings and definitely no borrowed body parts. Not unless we were playing charades—then all bets were off! By the end of the night, I realized that life was unpredictable, and having a busty redheaded wife and three idiot friends meant life’s awkward and surreal moments would keep coming, like waves at a raucous beach party. But hey, who can say no to memorable, albeit strange, pool parties? Certainly not me.
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