**"Wedding Possessed: A Spirited Affair"**
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### The Possessed Wedding
#### Setting: Sunshine Meadows Chapel
The organ hummed softly, filling the air with an atmosphere of grace and romance. I stood at the altar, my palms sweating in anticipation as Emily, my bride-to-be, floated down the aisle in a sea of ivory. Everything was perfect, save for one glaring omission: my best friend, Sam, couldn't make it. Or so I thought.
#### Ceremony Chaos
"Do you, Jake, take Emily to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest intoned with a face so serious he could give Mount Rushmore a run for its money.
I took a deep breath, ready to pledge my love for all eternity when Emily—not so much as blinking—leaned in and whispered, "Jake, dude! Check out these amazing assets!" She gave me a knowing grin and smacked herself on the chest, rather enthusiastically.
"Um, excuse me?" I stammered, my eyes wide in confusion.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to derail the love train," she (or rather, he) chuckled, only adding to my bewilderment.
"Emily, what's happening?" I whispered back.
"It's me, Sam! I read some kind of possession spell. Honestly, I only wanted to be there in spirit, but turns out this thing's literal."
"You're joking," I glanced nervously at our guests who were, fortunately, too engrossed to notice.
"I kid you not," Sam-in-Emily's-body smirked. "Man, these boobs are like—boing! Best party favors ever!"
Before I could respond, the priest cleared his throat. "Can we continue?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry for the hija—" Sam caught himself. "I mean, I do. Totally."
#### Reception Revelry
The ceremony was a blur, and before long, we were waist-deep in reception festivities. Sam, making no effort to disguise his antics, was singing rap songs at the top of his lungs.
"Who knew Emily knew every word to 'Baby Got Back'?" Aunt Gertrude murmured, horrified yet hypnotized by the spectacle before her.
"I like big butts and I cannot lie!" Emily/Sam belted out as they jiggled her more-than-ample posterior. Guests clapped awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.
"Hey, man, think fast," Sam cackled. He tossed the bouquet over his shoulder; surprisingly, Cousin Beth caught it. "Looks like Beth's next up the aisle!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, you've turned my wife into a circus act!"
"Better than a funeral! Now let's hit that dance floor," he declared, dragging me to the center where a Bryan Adams ballad was playing.
We swayed. My hand awkwardly positioned on my wife's best-friend-occupied derrière.
"Hehe, you do realize you're fondling *me*, right?" Sam teased, winking playfully.
"Dude, quit it," I tried to appear stern but failed miserably.
"So, remember that time in high school when you got stuck in that porta-potty at the fair?"
"Oh, come on, not here," I groaned, eyes rolling.
Laughter echoed around us as I told Sam off for recounting our greatest (and most embarrassing) hits. The guests, mostly unaware of the spirit switcheroo, were delighted by this rather unusual display of amorous nostalgia.
#### The Honeymoon Hitch
With the reception nearing its end, we sneaked away to discuss our rather unique predicament.
"So, reversing this spell. Any idea?" I asked hopefully.
"Well, not exactly," Sam admitted, scratching his borrowed scalp. "The book's back at my house..."
"You mean, we're going to Hawaii like this?"
"Guess so. Hope you don't mind the company!"
"Only you, Sam," I sighed in amusement, wrapping my arm around my best friend, trapped in my wife's body. "Only you could make my wedding this weird and still so much fun."
"Hey, what's a best friend for?” Sam grinned, once more glancing down at Emily’s cleavage. “Besides giving you a wedding night you’ll never forget!”
And with that, the three of us—well, two in one body—continued our wild adventure into wedded bliss, possessions, pandemonium, and all.
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.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
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, 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. The groom finds his friends antics funny throughout the wedding and reception.
Response: ### The Possessed Wedding #### Setting: Sunshine Meadows Chapel The organ hummed softly, filling the air with an atmosphere of grace and romance. I stood at the altar, my palms sweating in anticipation as Emily, my bride-to-be, floated down the aisle in a sea of ivory. Everything was perfect, save for one glaring omission: my best friend, Sam, couldn't make it. Or so I thought. #### Ceremony Chaos "Do you, Jake, take Emily to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest intoned with a face so serious he could give Mount Rushmore a run for its money. I took a deep breath, ready to pledge my love for all eternity when Emily—not so much as blinking—leaned in and whispered, "Jake, dude! Check out these amazing assets!" She gave me a knowing grin and smacked herself on the chest, rather enthusiastically. "Um, excuse me?" I stammered, my eyes wide in confusion. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to derail the love train," she (or rather, he) chuckled, only adding to my bewilderment. "Emily, what's happening?" I whispered back. "It's me, Sam! I read some kind of possession spell. Honestly, I only wanted to be there in spirit, but turns out this thing's literal." "You're joking," I glanced nervously at our guests who were, fortunately, too engrossed to notice. "I kid you not," Sam-in-Emily's-body smirked. "Man, these boobs are like—boing! Best party favors ever!" Before I could respond, the priest cleared his throat. "Can we continue?" "Yeah, yeah. Sorry for the hija—" Sam caught himself. "I mean, I do. Totally." #### Reception Revelry The ceremony was a blur, and before long, we were waist-deep in reception festivities. Sam, making no effort to disguise his antics, was singing rap songs at the top of his lungs. "Who knew Emily knew every word to 'Baby Got Back'?" Aunt Gertrude murmured, horrified yet hypnotized by the spectacle before her. "I like big butts and I cannot lie!" Emily/Sam belted out as they jiggled her more-than-ample posterior. Guests clapped awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. "Hey, man, think fast," Sam cackled. He tossed the bouquet over his shoulder; surprisingly, Cousin Beth caught it. "Looks like Beth's next up the aisle!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Dude, you've turned my wife into a circus act!" "Better than a funeral! Now let's hit that dance floor," he declared, dragging me to the center where a Bryan Adams ballad was playing. We swayed. My hand awkwardly positioned on my wife's best-friend-occupied derrière. "Hehe, you do realize you're fondling *me*, right?" Sam teased, winking playfully. "Dude, quit it," I tried to appear stern but failed miserably. "So, remember that time in high school when you got stuck in that porta-potty at the fair?" "Oh, come on, not here," I groaned, eyes rolling. Laughter echoed around us as I told Sam off for recounting our greatest (and most embarrassing) hits. The guests, mostly unaware of the spirit switcheroo, were delighted by this rather unusual display of amorous nostalgia. #### The Honeymoon Hitch With the reception nearing its end, we sneaked away to discuss our rather unique predicament. "So, reversing this spell. Any idea?" I asked hopefully. "Well, not exactly," Sam admitted, scratching his borrowed scalp. "The book's back at my house..." "You mean, we're going to Hawaii like this?" "Guess so. Hope you don't mind the company!" "Only you, Sam," I sighed in amusement, wrapping my arm around my best friend, trapped in my wife's body. "Only you could make my wedding this weird and still so much fun." "Hey, what's a best friend for?” Sam grinned, once more glancing down at Emily’s cleavage. “Besides giving you a wedding night you’ll never forget!” And with that, the three of us—well, two in one body—continued our wild adventure into wedded bliss, possessions, pandemonium, and all.
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