"The Entity Within: A Tale of Possession"
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Jenna’s heart pounded in her chest, the deafening echo of each throb reverberated through her skull. Hot tears streamed down her face, tricking her cheeks into thinking they were being kissed by a cool draft. She found herself encased in terror as a subhuman voice, an ethereal whisper floated through her mind, heavy in darkness and malice.
"You know Jenna, I've always loved these huge tits, this soft butt and your petite body," it said, the words twisted and imbued with a chilling sense of finality. A series of involuntary shivers coursed through her flesh in response, and her senses heightened as her green eyes bore into those of her reflection in the en suite mirror.
"The eyes are wrong, though," the voice whispered, her eyes grinning back at her with an absolutely unearthly luminescence, transforming her angelic visage into something grotesque, something... sinister. "Too bad you were always such a bitch. These babies deserved a better home."
”Don't worry, though. They're mine now," the spirit hissed in a tone both mirthful and demented. The anticipation of a deprived predator reverberated through Jenna's consciousness, so much so that she couldn't help but gag as a surge of acid rose in her throat.
”And I'll take good care of them," the spirit's promise echoed. Every uttered word was a deliberate corrosion of Jenna's sanity. Those words rendered her mind as dreary as a fog-laden wasteland after sunset.
”After all, I needed a new life. And you, my dear Jenna, were so welcoming for me to come and use this sexy body of yours as my new one," the spirit taunted in a sickening, coquettish fashion as it stretched Jenna’s mouth into a distorted simulation of a smile.
”And I'll be a better you than you ever were,” the spirit mused, its tone steeped in an eerily confident gloating, evident even to her shattered psyche.
“Those huge boobs are going to be so fun to have all the time!" it cackled, a tone laced with pleasure and twisted lust, leaving an unerasable etching of horror on Jenna’s soul.
The laughter, all-consuming and cruel, viciously bounced around within the confines of Jenna's skull, the sound of it driving her to her knees. The haunting whisper of a demented entity inhabiting her own skin rolled through her veins like a melody of doom. And Jenna, caught and encased by an undying terror, was only left with the chilling knowledge of the horrifyingly eternal journey that awaited her.
This story was generated by user at 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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AI Prompts
Prompt: "You know Jenna , I've always loved these huge tits, this soft butt and your petite body." "It's too bad you were always such a bitch, though. These babies deserved a better home. "Don't worry, though. They're mine now." "And I'll take good care of them." "After all I needed a new life and you were so welcoming for me to come and use your sexy body as my new one ." "And I'll be a better you than you ever were” “Those huge boobs are going to be so fun to have all the time.”
Response: Jenna’s heart pounded in her chest, the deafening echo of each throb reverberated through her skull. Hot tears streamed down her face, tricking her cheeks into thinking they were being kissed by a cool draft. She found herself encased in terror as a subhuman voice, an ethereal whisper floated through her mind, heavy in darkness and malice. "You know Jenna, I've always loved these huge tits, this soft butt and your petite body," it said, the words twisted and imbued with a chilling sense of finality. A series of involuntary shivers coursed through her flesh in response, and her senses heightened as her green eyes bore into those of her reflection in the en suite mirror. "The eyes are wrong, though," the voice whispered, her eyes grinning back at her with an absolutely unearthly luminescence, transforming her angelic visage into something grotesque, something... sinister. "Too bad you were always such a bitch. These babies deserved a better home." ”Don't worry, though. They're mine now," the spirit hissed in a tone both mirthful and demented. The anticipation of a deprived predator reverberated through Jenna's consciousness, so much so that she couldn't help but gag as a surge of acid rose in her throat. ”And I'll take good care of them," the spirit's promise echoed. Every uttered word was a deliberate corrosion of Jenna's sanity. Those words rendered her mind as dreary as a fog-laden wasteland after sunset. ”After all, I needed a new life. And you, my dear Jenna, were so welcoming for me to come and use this sexy body of yours as my new one," the spirit taunted in a sickening, coquettish fashion as it stretched Jenna’s mouth into a distorted simulation of a smile. ”And I'll be a better you than you ever were,” the spirit mused, its tone steeped in an eerily confident gloating, evident even to her shattered psyche. “Those huge boobs are going to be so fun to have all the time!" it cackled, a tone laced with pleasure and twisted lust, leaving an unerasable etching of horror on Jenna’s soul. The laughter, all-consuming and cruel, viciously bounced around within the confines of Jenna's skull, the sound of it driving her to her knees. The haunting whisper of a demented entity inhabiting her own skin rolled through her veins like a melody of doom. And Jenna, caught and encased by an undying terror, was only left with the chilling knowledge of the horrifyingly eternal journey that awaited her.
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