"The Hot Tub Haunting Hijinks"
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Me: This is going to be great, honey! A hot tub in our very own backyard. It’ll be relaxing after all those stressful workdays.
My Wife: I know, right? I can't wait to—
*Her voice suddenly distorts and she starts twitching.*
Dave: (in a deep, masculine voice) Ho ho ho! Well ain't this just delightful. Look at these puppies! I always fancied myself a bit of a redhead.
Me: (staring, slack-jawed) Uh, honey…?
Dave: (laughing wildly) No, no, buddy. It’s Dave. Remember me? Former owner of this fine establishment. The realtor probably mentioned me. And WOW, your wife keeps in shape, huh? Look at these curves!
Me: (sputtering) Dave?! You... you possessed my wife?!
Dave: (smirking) Seems that way, champ. Hot tubs have some weird mojo. Or it could just be this house — who knows? Anyway, we’re gonna make the most of it, eh?
Me: (facepalming) Oh, this is NOT what I signed up for, Dave.
Dave: (grinning) Come on, lighten up. Look at those babies fill this bikini! Don’t tell me you're not impressed.
Me: (groaning) It’s just… weird, okay?
*The next day, my wife goes out to the hot tub again, and as soon as she gets in, she’s possessed once more.*
Larry: (with a thick southern drawl) Well, howdy there, y’all! My stars and garters! Never felt so... top-heavy in my life.
Me: (exasperated) Not again. Who are you now?
Larry: (winking) Name’s Larry. Pleased to meetcha. And man, oh man, these are some fine watermelons. Yee-haw!
Me: (rubbing his temples) Fantastic.
*The day after that, it happens again.*
Mike: (bro voice) Yo, dude! Check these out, man. Epic boobs, bro!
Me: (resigned) Mike, right?
Mike: (high-fiving himself) You know it. Man, if I saw these at a frat party, I’d be chugging beer with my boys in no time. This is sick!
*Yet another day, another spirit takes over.*
Tyrone: (deep, energetic voice) Yo, man, this is Tyrone in the hizzouse! Check this fine fine finesse. I can get used to these... assets, ya know what I'm sayin’?
Me: (staring into the hot tub) Sure, Tyrone. Why not.
*And then comes the Italian.*
Tony: (fast-talking, New Jersey accent) Yo, paisan! Tony’s at the wheel. And dis body, fuggedaboutit, it’s like a dream come true!
Me: (muttering) Why me…
Tony: (holding up “her” arms) Ey, just youse and me, let’s make da best of it, capisce? These curves can stop traffic in Manhattan!
Me: (holding his head) Just... make sure she’s back to herself by the weekend, alright? I can’t explain this to my mother-in-law.
*Every day brings a new spirit and new strange dynamics.*
Larry: Wouldja look at that? Yee-haw!
Mike: Epic!
Tyrone: She lookin' fly, brother.
Tony: Magnificent!
Dave: (reappearing, grabbing the bikini top) Alright, guys, move over. Big Dave's back in business.
Me: (sighing) Alright, Dave. Keep her from buying any more Halloween decorations, will you?
Dave: (laughing) Can’t make any promises, buddy. But hey, let’s just enjoy the view for now, eh? We all know I’ve got an eye for these things.
And so it went on. Different voices, different spirits, but the same unmistakable body. Strange as it was, it was certainly never a dull moment. Maybe haunted houses did come with some perks after all... or maybe it was just the start of my spiraling sanity.
Me: (to the sky) Why couldn't this house have been just a little less... 'fun'?
Dave: (chuckling) Because, pal, life’s all about surprises. Especially when you're in a hot tub with a hot body.
Tyrone: Can I get an amen?
Larry: Hallelujah!
Mike: Chug, chug, chug!
Tony: Forget about it!
Me: (defeated) I need a drink.
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.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where Me and my wife had just bought a new house. The realtor had told us it was haunted but we didn’t believe him. We had just installed a hot tub in our place. The first we went out to use it my where had begun to spasm and she was possessed by the former owner of the house Dave. Now he’s sitting in the hot tub enjoying the view of his new redheaded busty body. He looks over at me and lets out a masculine sounding laugh. I don't know how I'm going to do deal with some dude being in my wife's busty body, it just feels strange. I will say though Dave is the life of the party and when he wears her bikini's and low-cut tops, he certainly fills them well. Give Dave a perverted middle-aged American man accent in the story. But the story takes a strange turn when every day Dave lets a new spirit take over her form. Larry a southern guy, Mike a frat boy, Tyrone a black street guy, and Tony an Italian guy with an American Italian accent. All these guys have fun with their new boobs and like to flaunt their new body.
Response: Me: This is going to be great, honey! A hot tub in our very own backyard. It’ll be relaxing after all those stressful workdays. My Wife: I know, right? I can't wait to— *Her voice suddenly distorts and she starts twitching.* Dave: (in a deep, masculine voice) Ho ho ho! Well ain't this just delightful. Look at these puppies! I always fancied myself a bit of a redhead. Me: (staring, slack-jawed) Uh, honey…? Dave: (laughing wildly) No, no, buddy. It’s Dave. Remember me? Former owner of this fine establishment. The realtor probably mentioned me. And WOW, your wife keeps in shape, huh? Look at these curves! Me: (sputtering) Dave?! You... you possessed my wife?! Dave: (smirking) Seems that way, champ. Hot tubs have some weird mojo. Or it could just be this house — who knows? Anyway, we’re gonna make the most of it, eh? Me: (facepalming) Oh, this is NOT what I signed up for, Dave. Dave: (grinning) Come on, lighten up. Look at those babies fill this bikini! Don’t tell me you're not impressed. Me: (groaning) It’s just… weird, okay? *The next day, my wife goes out to the hot tub again, and as soon as she gets in, she’s possessed once more.* Larry: (with a thick southern drawl) Well, howdy there, y’all! My stars and garters! Never felt so... top-heavy in my life. Me: (exasperated) Not again. Who are you now? Larry: (winking) Name’s Larry. Pleased to meetcha. And man, oh man, these are some fine watermelons. Yee-haw! Me: (rubbing his temples) Fantastic. *The day after that, it happens again.* Mike: (bro voice) Yo, dude! Check these out, man. Epic boobs, bro! Me: (resigned) Mike, right? Mike: (high-fiving himself) You know it. Man, if I saw these at a frat party, I’d be chugging beer with my boys in no time. This is sick! *Yet another day, another spirit takes over.* Tyrone: (deep, energetic voice) Yo, man, this is Tyrone in the hizzouse! Check this fine fine finesse. I can get used to these... assets, ya know what I'm sayin’? Me: (staring into the hot tub) Sure, Tyrone. Why not. *And then comes the Italian.* Tony: (fast-talking, New Jersey accent) Yo, paisan! Tony’s at the wheel. And dis body, fuggedaboutit, it’s like a dream come true! Me: (muttering) Why me… Tony: (holding up “her” arms) Ey, just youse and me, let’s make da best of it, capisce? These curves can stop traffic in Manhattan! Me: (holding his head) Just... make sure she’s back to herself by the weekend, alright? I can’t explain this to my mother-in-law. *Every day brings a new spirit and new strange dynamics.* Larry: Wouldja look at that? Yee-haw! Mike: Epic! Tyrone: She lookin' fly, brother. Tony: Magnificent! Dave: (reappearing, grabbing the bikini top) Alright, guys, move over. Big Dave's back in business. Me: (sighing) Alright, Dave. Keep her from buying any more Halloween decorations, will you? Dave: (laughing) Can’t make any promises, buddy. But hey, let’s just enjoy the view for now, eh? We all know I’ve got an eye for these things. And so it went on. Different voices, different spirits, but the same unmistakable body. Strange as it was, it was certainly never a dull moment. Maybe haunted houses did come with some perks after all... or maybe it was just the start of my spiraling sanity. Me: (to the sky) Why couldn't this house have been just a little less... 'fun'? Dave: (chuckling) Because, pal, life’s all about surprises. Especially when you're in a hot tub with a hot body. Tyrone: Can I get an amen? Larry: Hallelujah! Mike: Chug, chug, chug! Tony: Forget about it! Me: (defeated) I need a drink.
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