The Possessed Waters
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The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our new backyard. Steam rose enticingly from the freshly installed hot tub, an addition to our new house that we were both excited about. My wife, Jenny, and I slipped into our swimsuits and stepped out into the cool evening air.
"Ready to christen this thing?" I asked, grinning as I held her hand.
"Definitely," Jenny replied with a smile.
We eased ourselves into the bubbling water, sighing contentedly as the heat enveloped us. Everything was perfect – or so we thought.
"So, what do you think of the house now?" I asked, leaning back.
"I love it, but I still can't believe the realtor..." Jenny began, but then her face contorted in pain. "Ow! My back!"
"Jenny? Are you okay?" I asked, concern flooding my tone.
She didn't respond, her eyes glazing over as she tilted her head back and a low groan escaped her lips. Suddenly, her mouth twisted into a leering grin I had never seen before.
"Well, well, ain't this somethin'?" came a rough, masculine voice from my wife’s lips.
I froze, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. "J-Jenny?"
"Not anymore, buddy! The name’s Dave, and let me tell ya, this body’s a real upgrade," he – or rather, she – said, letting out a hearty, throaty laugh.
I stared in horror as my wife's body began moving with an unfamiliar confidence, like a man swaggering for the first time in stilettos. Dave seemed to be adjusting quickly to his newfound assets, patting the sides of his new busty chest approvingly.
"Dave? You’re the former owner, aren’t you? The realtor told us about you," I said, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Yup, that's the one! And I gotta say, this hot tub was a good idea, boy," Dave said, crossing one leg over the other in a way that was alarmingly seductive.
My rational mind tried to grasp what was happening. "We're going to fix this. You can't just... just stay in Jenny's body!"
"Oh, lighten up, will ya?" Dave replied, winking. "Life ain't about bein' so serious all the time. Besides, Jenny sure knows how to pick a swimsuit."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "This is unreal. I’m seriously talking to my wife's body possessed by a middle-aged man."
"Hey, don’t knock it till you try it," Dave said, adjusting the bikini top. "Feels good to be back in the world, even if I gotta borrow a little. Look at these beauties!"
I couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and disbelief. "This is her life – our life. You don’t belong here."
"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I ain't checkin' out anytime soon," Dave replied, settling more comfortably into the hot tub. "Why don't we just make the best of it, huh? Pour yourself a drink and let's have a good time."
I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off the headache that was forming. "This isn't some party, Dave. You need to understand, we love each other. We're building a life together here."
"Life's full of surprises, my friend," Dave said, with a twinkle in his eye that was so out of place on Jenny’s face. "So, how about some music? Let's see what kind of taste the missus has."
As Dave reached over to the nearby Bluetooth speaker, I felt a surge of determination. I wasn't going to let some ghost, no matter how charming or perverted, take over my wife's body.
"I’m getting you out of there, Dave. Mark my words," I said firmly.
Dave just laughed, a sound that echoed eerie confidence. "Good luck with that, buddy. But for now, let's enjoy the view."
He leaned back and sighed contentedly, the hot tub's bubbles dancing around him.
I sat in silence, determined to find a way to save my wife from this bizarre nightmare. But as I watched Dave recline, holding Jenny’s body with a mix of admiration and satisfaction, I knew it was going to be a long, strange road ahead.
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 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 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.
Response: The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our new backyard. Steam rose enticingly from the freshly installed hot tub, an addition to our new house that we were both excited about. My wife, Jenny, and I slipped into our swimsuits and stepped out into the cool evening air. "Ready to christen this thing?" I asked, grinning as I held her hand. "Definitely," Jenny replied with a smile. We eased ourselves into the bubbling water, sighing contentedly as the heat enveloped us. Everything was perfect – or so we thought. "So, what do you think of the house now?" I asked, leaning back. "I love it, but I still can't believe the realtor..." Jenny began, but then her face contorted in pain. "Ow! My back!" "Jenny? Are you okay?" I asked, concern flooding my tone. She didn't respond, her eyes glazing over as she tilted her head back and a low groan escaped her lips. Suddenly, her mouth twisted into a leering grin I had never seen before. "Well, well, ain't this somethin'?" came a rough, masculine voice from my wife’s lips. I froze, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. "J-Jenny?" "Not anymore, buddy! The name’s Dave, and let me tell ya, this body’s a real upgrade," he – or rather, she – said, letting out a hearty, throaty laugh. I stared in horror as my wife's body began moving with an unfamiliar confidence, like a man swaggering for the first time in stilettos. Dave seemed to be adjusting quickly to his newfound assets, patting the sides of his new busty chest approvingly. "Dave? You’re the former owner, aren’t you? The realtor told us about you," I said, trying to make sense of the situation. "Yup, that's the one! And I gotta say, this hot tub was a good idea, boy," Dave said, crossing one leg over the other in a way that was alarmingly seductive. My rational mind tried to grasp what was happening. "We're going to fix this. You can't just... just stay in Jenny's body!" "Oh, lighten up, will ya?" Dave replied, winking. "Life ain't about bein' so serious all the time. Besides, Jenny sure knows how to pick a swimsuit." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "This is unreal. I’m seriously talking to my wife's body possessed by a middle-aged man." "Hey, don’t knock it till you try it," Dave said, adjusting the bikini top. "Feels good to be back in the world, even if I gotta borrow a little. Look at these beauties!" I couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and disbelief. "This is her life – our life. You don’t belong here." "Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I ain't checkin' out anytime soon," Dave replied, settling more comfortably into the hot tub. "Why don't we just make the best of it, huh? Pour yourself a drink and let's have a good time." I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off the headache that was forming. "This isn't some party, Dave. You need to understand, we love each other. We're building a life together here." "Life's full of surprises, my friend," Dave said, with a twinkle in his eye that was so out of place on Jenny’s face. "So, how about some music? Let's see what kind of taste the missus has." As Dave reached over to the nearby Bluetooth speaker, I felt a surge of determination. I wasn't going to let some ghost, no matter how charming or perverted, take over my wife's body. "I’m getting you out of there, Dave. Mark my words," I said firmly. Dave just laughed, a sound that echoed eerie confidence. "Good luck with that, buddy. But for now, let's enjoy the view." He leaned back and sighed contentedly, the hot tub's bubbles dancing around him. I sat in silence, determined to find a way to save my wife from this bizarre nightmare. But as I watched Dave recline, holding Jenny’s body with a mix of admiration and satisfaction, I knew it was going to be a long, strange road ahead.
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