"Wedding Crashers: Possessed by Todd"
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Today was supposed to be the pinnacle of my existence: a white dress, flowers in full bloom, and tears of joy from people who hardly ever cry. The kind of perfect day you see in the movies. But oh no, my wedding couldn’t be that simple. My best friend Todd, the wildcard who couldn’t make it due to living in another time zone, found a way to crash the party—with style, albeit, in a somewhat unconventional manner.
"Tim, you won't believe it!" hissed Todd's voice from the bride—no, my wife, Emily's mouth.
I turned to her, bewildered, as she flashed a grin. "I read a possession spell and BOOM! Here I am!"
I laughed nervously. "What do you mean 'boom,' Todd? That's Emily's body you're occupying!"
"What? She looks great! And have you felt these?" He looked down, grabbing at her chest. "Her boobs are huge! This is insane!"
From our audience’s perspective, I’m just standing there gawking at my bride who’s admiring her own chest. The officiant cleared his throat. “Can we continue?”
“Oh sure, sure!” Todd—or Emily—waved him off. “Alright, let's get this show on the road!”
“Do you, Emily, take Timothy to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant asked, eyeing her—or is it him?—dubiously.
“Yo, I do!” Emily—or Todd—winked at me. Behind us, a few whispers and the clicking of camera shutters echoed.
Then it happened. Our vows switched to the choral version of "No Diggity" as performed by Todd-in-Emily's-body.
“Say what now?!” my mom gasped from the front row, clutching her pearls like they could save her soul.
“I got bags, and I can’t deny, you other brothers can't even try!” Todd continued, rapping with surprising authenticity.
“That's my...girl!” my dad exclaimed, shooting me a baffled thumbs-up.
Finally, we kissed—or rather, I kissed my wife with Todd's lashes fluttering dramatically. The reception that followed was no less chaotic.
Cue the first dance. I pulled Emily—Todd—close, whispering, “Did you really have to rap our vows?”
“These hips don’t lie, bro,” Todd quipped, his hand running shamelessly down a very female blowout. “And who knew Emily was such a good dancer?”
The DJ shifted the music to something slow. We glided across the floor, and Todd leaned in. “Remember when you broke that window trying to sneak out for prom?”
I chuckled despite myself. “And you covered for me? How can I forget?”
“And here I am, still covering your ass.” He smirked as my hand accidentally slipped lower. “Hey, watch those hands! I’m just borrowing, not giving away.”
We burst into laughter, startling a nearby couple. Aunt Rachel started fanning herself more aggressively.
“All those Saturdays practicing your surprise thriller flash mob? That’s nothing compared to this.” Todd tightened our grip, moving into a twirl.
“Yeah, and you never managed to not step on my foot,” I responded, stepping on the hem of my wife's dress.
As we spun, one of Emily’s friends, Karen, approached us cautiously. “Emily, are you okay? You’re, um, different today.”
“Karen!” Todd beamed, wrapping her in a hug with exaggerated enthusiasm. “I’m fabulous! Just feeling... really liberated!”
“Okay,” Karen said slowly. “Just let me know if you need anything. Water, or—holy hell, what are you doing?”
A new song had come on—something modern, bass-heavy—and Todd in Emily’s body started to twerk.
“That’s it, shake what your mama gave you!” Todd yelled in delight.
From across the room, my grandma’s mouth hung open like a tuna fish, while my friends roared with laughter.
Of course, fun is fun, but I couldn't help worrying about the imminent honeymoon. “Todd, we need to fix this before, you know... the honeymoon.”
He sighed dramatically. “Okay, okay, I’ll find the spell. Just let me have a few more dances?”
“Make it quick,” I chuckled, “before someone calls an exorcist.”
The chaos danced on, with Todd impersonating a bride like no bachelorette ever could. It wasn't the wedding I had planned, but it was one I’d never forget.
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 keeps looking down at his new big boobs and laughing the ceremony has been so weird and people are wondering when my wife learned all these raps songs. 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. The groom finds his friends antics funny throughout the wedding and reception.
Response: Today was supposed to be the pinnacle of my existence: a white dress, flowers in full bloom, and tears of joy from people who hardly ever cry. The kind of perfect day you see in the movies. But oh no, my wedding couldn’t be that simple. My best friend Todd, the wildcard who couldn’t make it due to living in another time zone, found a way to crash the party—with style, albeit, in a somewhat unconventional manner. "Tim, you won't believe it!" hissed Todd's voice from the bride—no, my wife, Emily's mouth. I turned to her, bewildered, as she flashed a grin. "I read a possession spell and BOOM! Here I am!" I laughed nervously. "What do you mean 'boom,' Todd? That's Emily's body you're occupying!" "What? She looks great! And have you felt these?" He looked down, grabbing at her chest. "Her boobs are huge! This is insane!" From our audience’s perspective, I’m just standing there gawking at my bride who’s admiring her own chest. The officiant cleared his throat. “Can we continue?” “Oh sure, sure!” Todd—or Emily—waved him off. “Alright, let's get this show on the road!” “Do you, Emily, take Timothy to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant asked, eyeing her—or is it him?—dubiously. “Yo, I do!” Emily—or Todd—winked at me. Behind us, a few whispers and the clicking of camera shutters echoed. Then it happened. Our vows switched to the choral version of "No Diggity" as performed by Todd-in-Emily's-body. “Say what now?!” my mom gasped from the front row, clutching her pearls like they could save her soul. “I got bags, and I can’t deny, you other brothers can't even try!” Todd continued, rapping with surprising authenticity. “That's my...girl!” my dad exclaimed, shooting me a baffled thumbs-up. Finally, we kissed—or rather, I kissed my wife with Todd's lashes fluttering dramatically. The reception that followed was no less chaotic. Cue the first dance. I pulled Emily—Todd—close, whispering, “Did you really have to rap our vows?” “These hips don’t lie, bro,” Todd quipped, his hand running shamelessly down a very female blowout. “And who knew Emily was such a good dancer?” The DJ shifted the music to something slow. We glided across the floor, and Todd leaned in. “Remember when you broke that window trying to sneak out for prom?” I chuckled despite myself. “And you covered for me? How can I forget?” “And here I am, still covering your ass.” He smirked as my hand accidentally slipped lower. “Hey, watch those hands! I’m just borrowing, not giving away.” We burst into laughter, startling a nearby couple. Aunt Rachel started fanning herself more aggressively. “All those Saturdays practicing your surprise thriller flash mob? That’s nothing compared to this.” Todd tightened our grip, moving into a twirl. “Yeah, and you never managed to not step on my foot,” I responded, stepping on the hem of my wife's dress. As we spun, one of Emily’s friends, Karen, approached us cautiously. “Emily, are you okay? You’re, um, different today.” “Karen!” Todd beamed, wrapping her in a hug with exaggerated enthusiasm. “I’m fabulous! Just feeling... really liberated!” “Okay,” Karen said slowly. “Just let me know if you need anything. Water, or—holy hell, what are you doing?” A new song had come on—something modern, bass-heavy—and Todd in Emily’s body started to twerk. “That’s it, shake what your mama gave you!” Todd yelled in delight. From across the room, my grandma’s mouth hung open like a tuna fish, while my friends roared with laughter. Of course, fun is fun, but I couldn't help worrying about the imminent honeymoon. “Todd, we need to fix this before, you know... the honeymoon.” He sighed dramatically. “Okay, okay, I’ll find the spell. Just let me have a few more dances?” “Make it quick,” I chuckled, “before someone calls an exorcist.” The chaos danced on, with Todd impersonating a bride like no bachelorette ever could. It wasn't the wedding I had planned, but it was one I’d never forget.
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