**Possessed Bromance: Lingerie Laughs**
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**Possessed Bromance: Lingerie Edition**
It all started like any other Tuesday. The coffee brewed, the traffic was terrible, and the boss was particularly bossy. Little did I know that things would get... unusual.
When I got home, I called out for Maria. The apartment was oddly silent. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only noise until I noticed the bedroom door slightly ajar, with light spilling out. I sent a short prayer to the gods of domestic tranquility and walked in. What I saw next nearly made me drop the bouquet of "I'm sorry for being a blockhead this week" flowers in my hand.
There she was, Maria, my gorgeous girlfriend. Except, this was not a typical Maria scene. She stood in the middle of the room wearing a skimpy black lace lingerie set, one leg propped on our bed. She was staring at her own reflection in the full-length mirror, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
"Damn," she said, whistling under her breath, "she’s got one fine ass."
Not quite what I was expecting. In my head, I braced for Maria’s usual self-critique questions: “Do I look fat?” or “Is my butt too big?” But the surprising self-praise? That was new and, frankly, confusing.
"Honey," I ventured cautiously, "you okay?"
She turned slowly, flashing me a grin. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Her hand grazed the curve of her behind with an admiration I hadn't seen before.
Time to investigate.
The rest of the day was a continuous series of surreal moments. Maria—it was definitely still Maria’s body—kept checking herself out in any reflective surface she could locate: windows, spoons, my bald neighbor’s head. She flexed, ogled, and even winked at herself once. Something was hauntingly... masculine about her behavior.
In the evening, when the absurdity reached its peak—Maria doing an Arnold Schwarzenegger flex routine in the hallway mirror—I decided it was time for an honest conversation. I gently took her by the shoulders.
"Alright, whoever's in there, I think you need to come out and have a chat," I said.
Maria’s—no, not Maria’s—face transformed into a more familiar smirk. "Hey man, it’s me, Dave."
I blinked. "Dave? As in Dave-from-work-Dave?"
"The very same," he responded with a chuckle. "Turns out I have some mad possession skills. Who knew?"
I took a step back, trying to process this new reality. "You... possessed Maria?"
Dave, or rather Maria's face with Dave's demeanor, nodded. "Yup. Just for a day. Our projects were getting tedious. Thought I'd shake things up."
"At first, I was about to lose my mind," I admitted. "But then... I kind of got used to the idea."
And so, this bizarre situation became oddly delightful. Sure, seeing Maria with Dave’s personality was surreal, but it had its perks. Dave was a great friend, and Maria was, well, Maria. Combining the two was like having my wife and my best friend in the same body—albeit with very stylish lingerie.
One night, after giving one last admiring glance in the mirror, Dave-as-Maria turned to me. "Hey, how about we hit the bar? I think I still owe you a beer for that bet we made last month."
I pondered and then grinned. "A beer sounds perfect. You better still crack those same dirty jokes, and we have to argue about that fouled three-pointer from last week's game."
"You got it," Dave said, slipping into a pair of Maria’s heels with an elegant ease. We headed to our favorite bar, laughter trailing behind us.
As odd as it sounds, I liked Dave being around this way. It almost felt like my two favorite people combined into one gloriously funny and curvy package. Life had never been this entertaining.
Who knew that a little uninvited possession could lead to such an unexpected bromance? Maybe tomorrow I'll introduce Dave/Maria to my bowling buddies. They could use a bit of a shock—and some lingerie fashion tips, too.
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 dialogue where Today started out normal but when I got home and saw my girlfriend in lingerie looking at her own ass in the mirror, I thought she was going to ask me if it was too big. But she stared at it and let out a whistle and said, “damn she’s got one fine ass.” I think someone possessed her. I begin watching her through the day and she continues to act manly and check herself out on any reflective surface she can find. Finally, I approach her, and I question whoever is in her body. I found out it was her coworker, Dave. I was mad at him at first but after a while I began to enjoy watching my wife check out her glorious ass and big boobs. My wife was blessed with a very curvy body. Dave and I have got along well and as long as he keeps wearing that lingerie, we will be great friends. Tonight, me and him are going to the bar for a date Hopefully we will crack the same dirty jokes and talk about sports. I'm kind of glad Dave possessed my wife it's like having my wife and best friend in the same body.
Response: **Possessed Bromance: Lingerie Edition** It all started like any other Tuesday. The coffee brewed, the traffic was terrible, and the boss was particularly bossy. Little did I know that things would get... unusual. When I got home, I called out for Maria. The apartment was oddly silent. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only noise until I noticed the bedroom door slightly ajar, with light spilling out. I sent a short prayer to the gods of domestic tranquility and walked in. What I saw next nearly made me drop the bouquet of "I'm sorry for being a blockhead this week" flowers in my hand. There she was, Maria, my gorgeous girlfriend. Except, this was not a typical Maria scene. She stood in the middle of the room wearing a skimpy black lace lingerie set, one leg propped on our bed. She was staring at her own reflection in the full-length mirror, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Damn," she said, whistling under her breath, "she’s got one fine ass." Not quite what I was expecting. In my head, I braced for Maria’s usual self-critique questions: “Do I look fat?” or “Is my butt too big?” But the surprising self-praise? That was new and, frankly, confusing. "Honey," I ventured cautiously, "you okay?" She turned slowly, flashing me a grin. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Her hand grazed the curve of her behind with an admiration I hadn't seen before. Time to investigate. The rest of the day was a continuous series of surreal moments. Maria—it was definitely still Maria’s body—kept checking herself out in any reflective surface she could locate: windows, spoons, my bald neighbor’s head. She flexed, ogled, and even winked at herself once. Something was hauntingly... masculine about her behavior. In the evening, when the absurdity reached its peak—Maria doing an Arnold Schwarzenegger flex routine in the hallway mirror—I decided it was time for an honest conversation. I gently took her by the shoulders. "Alright, whoever's in there, I think you need to come out and have a chat," I said. Maria’s—no, not Maria’s—face transformed into a more familiar smirk. "Hey man, it’s me, Dave." I blinked. "Dave? As in Dave-from-work-Dave?" "The very same," he responded with a chuckle. "Turns out I have some mad possession skills. Who knew?" I took a step back, trying to process this new reality. "You... possessed Maria?" Dave, or rather Maria's face with Dave's demeanor, nodded. "Yup. Just for a day. Our projects were getting tedious. Thought I'd shake things up." "At first, I was about to lose my mind," I admitted. "But then... I kind of got used to the idea." And so, this bizarre situation became oddly delightful. Sure, seeing Maria with Dave’s personality was surreal, but it had its perks. Dave was a great friend, and Maria was, well, Maria. Combining the two was like having my wife and my best friend in the same body—albeit with very stylish lingerie. One night, after giving one last admiring glance in the mirror, Dave-as-Maria turned to me. "Hey, how about we hit the bar? I think I still owe you a beer for that bet we made last month." I pondered and then grinned. "A beer sounds perfect. You better still crack those same dirty jokes, and we have to argue about that fouled three-pointer from last week's game." "You got it," Dave said, slipping into a pair of Maria’s heels with an elegant ease. We headed to our favorite bar, laughter trailing behind us. As odd as it sounds, I liked Dave being around this way. It almost felt like my two favorite people combined into one gloriously funny and curvy package. Life had never been this entertaining. Who knew that a little uninvited possession could lead to such an unexpected bromance? Maybe tomorrow I'll introduce Dave/Maria to my bowling buddies. They could use a bit of a shock—and some lingerie fashion tips, too.
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