"Wedding Twerk-Off: The Possession Spell Gone Wrong"
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Alright, let's get into character, shall we? I'm the best friend, Dave, and here's how things went down from my perspective.
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The morning began with me tinkering around in my cozy little cabin, miles away from civilization. Since I couldn't make it to Tom's wedding, I did the next best thing: cracked open a dusty old spell book I'd bought at a garage sale for a laugh. Little did I know, this thing was more potent than weekend margaritas.
"Let's try this possession spell, why not," I said to myself, chuckling. I cleared my throat and began the incantation, as my cat, Mr. Whiskerbottoms, lazily watched my antics. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped me. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my cabin. I was wearing a wedding dress, had red hair cascading down my back, and... hot damn, I had boobs. Big, impressive, grade-A rack kind of boobs.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
I reached the aisle in disbelief, catching sight of Tom standing in front of me with eyes as wide as satellite dishes. He was about to marry me. I mean, his fiancée! I couldn't help but laugh my ass off. When else am I ever gonna get a chance like this?
"Hey, Tom!" I whispered in her - my? - new voice. "It's me, Dave! Guess what? I possessed your wife!"
Tom just stood there, his jaw hitting the sanctified ground.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" he whispered, his face transitioning through fifty shades of confusion.
"Funny story; unlikely to believe, but long story short... possession spell gone awry," I said, glancing down at my chest again. Tom's eyes followed, then snapped back to my - her - face.
"Focus, man. Now, let's get through this."
Throughout the ceremony, I couldn't help but throw in some impromptu rap songs I'd memorized back in high school. The guests looked baffled, but somewhat entertained. When I threw in some iconic lines from "Braveheart" and "Rocky" during my reception speech, I could see Tom was barely holding it together.
"And just like Rocky said, 'It's not about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.' To Tom and... me, I guess!"
I couldn't resist. I had to twerk. My new body demanded it. The way the guests stared in amazement was worth every awkward wiggle. Tom's laughter echoed through the hall as I watched the horror and amusement dance across his face while we slow-danced.
"Remember when we got caught sneaking into Mrs. Johnson's pantry during high school?" I teased, glancing cheekily over my - her - shoulder as his hand hovered hesitantly over my ass. "Go ahead, Tom. It's all good."
"Dave, this is so wrong," he muttered, but couldn't suppress his laughter.
"This whole day is the stuff of legends. You owe me one."
The evening continued with another action-packed Davina speech and a rib-tickling dance-off. As things wound down, the reality of the situation weighed in. We were stuck like this. Turns out, I left the spellbook back at my place—miles away from Hawaii.
Leaning in as Tom whispered, "What about the honeymoon?"
I smirked in reply, "Aloha, baby. You, me, one body, and a honeymoon in paradise.”
His groan was the cherry on top of the wedding cake.
This wedding was far from traditional, but hey, isn't the beginning of a great marriage supposed to be an adventure? Besides, even if navigating this predicament is beyond weird, it’s at least one for the history books – and the laugh-til-you-cry kind.
Besides, I've always wanted to see Hawaii.
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 walked up to the aisle in her flashy and showy dress her red hair cascading down her back with a strange smirk in her face. He keeps looking down at his new big boobs which were a grade A rack no doubt about it. and laughing the ceremony has been so weird and people are wondering when my wife learned all these raps songs. He gave a speech at the reception that quoted action movies and sports movies much to the surprise to everyone. 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. Write the story from my friends who possessed my wife's perspective.
Response: Alright, let's get into character, shall we? I'm the best friend, Dave, and here's how things went down from my perspective. --- The morning began with me tinkering around in my cozy little cabin, miles away from civilization. Since I couldn't make it to Tom's wedding, I did the next best thing: cracked open a dusty old spell book I'd bought at a garage sale for a laugh. Little did I know, this thing was more potent than weekend margaritas. "Let's try this possession spell, why not," I said to myself, chuckling. I cleared my throat and began the incantation, as my cat, Mr. Whiskerbottoms, lazily watched my antics. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped me. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my cabin. I was wearing a wedding dress, had red hair cascading down my back, and... hot damn, I had boobs. Big, impressive, grade-A rack kind of boobs. "WHAT THE HELL?" I reached the aisle in disbelief, catching sight of Tom standing in front of me with eyes as wide as satellite dishes. He was about to marry me. I mean, his fiancée! I couldn't help but laugh my ass off. When else am I ever gonna get a chance like this? "Hey, Tom!" I whispered in her - my? - new voice. "It's me, Dave! Guess what? I possessed your wife!" Tom just stood there, his jaw hitting the sanctified ground. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" he whispered, his face transitioning through fifty shades of confusion. "Funny story; unlikely to believe, but long story short... possession spell gone awry," I said, glancing down at my chest again. Tom's eyes followed, then snapped back to my - her - face. "Focus, man. Now, let's get through this." Throughout the ceremony, I couldn't help but throw in some impromptu rap songs I'd memorized back in high school. The guests looked baffled, but somewhat entertained. When I threw in some iconic lines from "Braveheart" and "Rocky" during my reception speech, I could see Tom was barely holding it together. "And just like Rocky said, 'It's not about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.' To Tom and... me, I guess!" I couldn't resist. I had to twerk. My new body demanded it. The way the guests stared in amazement was worth every awkward wiggle. Tom's laughter echoed through the hall as I watched the horror and amusement dance across his face while we slow-danced. "Remember when we got caught sneaking into Mrs. Johnson's pantry during high school?" I teased, glancing cheekily over my - her - shoulder as his hand hovered hesitantly over my ass. "Go ahead, Tom. It's all good." "Dave, this is so wrong," he muttered, but couldn't suppress his laughter. "This whole day is the stuff of legends. You owe me one." The evening continued with another action-packed Davina speech and a rib-tickling dance-off. As things wound down, the reality of the situation weighed in. We were stuck like this. Turns out, I left the spellbook back at my place—miles away from Hawaii. Leaning in as Tom whispered, "What about the honeymoon?" I smirked in reply, "Aloha, baby. You, me, one body, and a honeymoon in paradise.” His groan was the cherry on top of the wedding cake. This wedding was far from traditional, but hey, isn't the beginning of a great marriage supposed to be an adventure? Besides, even if navigating this predicament is beyond weird, it’s at least one for the history books – and the laugh-til-you-cry kind. Besides, I've always wanted to see Hawaii.
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