All The Kinks

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*Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…*

Martin heard a loud beeping sound that woke him up and made him realize he had fallen asleep right next to Jared’s bed while the pump was working. He had worked so much on that plan but he had been too tired to stay awake through it. Martin thought it had been just a few minutes but as soon as he moved his left arm to rub his sleepy eyes, he realized his body felt like it had been in the same position for way too long. When he tried to move his right arm, he realized it was still around his dick, with dried cum all over it.

Martin noticed his body was a bit sore and his eyes felt really heavy. He had to wait a bit to adjust his eyes to the light coming through the window. He quickly looked at his watch, only to discover in horror that over 8 hours had passed since he turned the pump on. He had been sleeping next to Jared’s bed for over 8 hours. All along, with his hand in his pants.

“I’m done for the night… Dude… urrpp… those last 6 burgers were just… too much…. uurrpp… I better stop before I get fat.” Jared laughed while he rubbed his midsection, which was looking pretty full and round. His roommate, Martin, who was sitting next to him on the couch, just frowned and tried to ignore Jared’s usual bragging.

They knew that just the idea of Jared getting fat sounded insane. The young man looked like a model taken out of Men’s Health magazine. At 22 years old, after many years of intense workouts, Jared has packed a great amount of muscle mass onto his 6’5” tall imposing figure. It wasn’t just the workouts, Jared just got bigger no matter what kind of food he ate or how much he managed to fit into his black hole of a stomach. He just had great genetics and his metabolism turned everything he ate into muscle mass, giving him an amazingly shaped 230-pound body that was envied by all the guys he knew. All guys except…  Martin.

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human. 

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth. 

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation. 

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks. 

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert. 

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles. 

            Rick got up out of the tent and stretched. It had been a good night camping with his girlfriend, but all that beer he had drinken last night was hitting his bladder hard, and he had to drain the dragon. Rick was pretty much the embodiment of male sexuality: he was 6’4, muscular and handsome, and had a large cock. Rick went over to a tree, and pulled his cock out of his underwear to pee. Because he was peeing, he didn’t see the ghost that haunted the campsite sneak up behind him. Rick finished peeing, and turned around to see the ghost hovering in front of him.

            “BOOO!!” the ghost said in Rick’s face. Rick yelled, and the ghost circled his torso, laughing as Rick panicked. The ghost circled down and down until he was at Rick’s waist, at which point he pulled back and slammed his head into the front of Rick’s underwear. Rick yelped and was pushed back against the tree as the long ghost tried to push through the fabric of his underwear. Rick pushed the ghost away, but was trapped between it and the tree. His dick was slightly solid, the sensation of the wriggling ghost against it through the fabric having made Rick perk a slight boner. Seeing Rick’s huge semi-solid cock strain against his underwear, ghost reared back again, and shot towards Rick’s crotch. This time, the ghost was so fast it hit Rick’s bulge, and tore a hole in his underwear. In less than a second, the ghost had pushed into Rick’s piss hole and started going up his penis. Rick howled, feeling the ghost sliding up his large cock. Rick was moaning in discomfort as the ghost went up his dick and filled out his muscular torso. Rick was gripping the tree behind him as he felt himself be invaded by the ghost. The tail diminished in size, swiftly fitting up Rick’s cock. Rick’s yelling reached a pitch as the last of the ghost’s tail disappeared neatly up his cock. Rick grunted, crossing his eyes and grabbing his crotch as his mouth filled with ectoplasm, feeling the entire ghost inside his body.

            The ghost inside him cackled, and he immediately began jerking and dancing as the ghost inside him fought for control of his body. Rick lost a handle on his large package, and started jerking his arms and legs as he felt the ghost inside him inflating into his limbs. Rick was groaning and shaking, while his cock and balls bounced and wriggled. He was in unbelievable amounts of discomfort as the ghost possessed his body.

            Rick felt the ghost inflate into his thick dick and balls, and he groaned “UUMMMPFFFF” through a mouth full of ectoplasm and grabbed his package. Something settled in his muscular belly with a strange “boing” sound, and suddenly, Rick’s entire expression changed. He grinned, and fell back against the tree, still holding his package. “Oh yeaaah” he groaned in a voice not his, as he started to rub his stomach with his strong hands. Rick wasn’t in control anymore, he had been possessed by the ghost.

It has been months since Fatso has had some fleshie fun and is jealous of his fellow ghosts Stinky and Stretch since they recently just invaded some hunky fleshies on a cruise ship and had the best time of their afterlives.

“I have been in need to have some fun inside a fleshie! This big belly is NOT going to feed itself! Time to find myself a perfect fleshie to inhabit Haha!” Fatso rumbles as he laughs and fades through the walls of his room to find his fleshie.

Fatso searched through Gyms, Hotels, Villas, Restaurants, Theme Parks and EVEN a country club trying to find the perfect fleshie, but no one was peaking his ghostly interest. 

“This search has been excruciatingly annoying! All I want is the perfect  fleshie I can squeeze into and  fulfill my needs with, but all I am getting is NOTHING!”

Fatso has never been this angry before as he is usually the most calm and collected ghost out of his ghostly trio, but because of all the pent up urges from the months of not possessing any fleshies, Fatso is furious. Fatso is nearly on the brink of giving up when he decides to give it one more push and search through one more area.

Fatso decided to search more domestically for his vessel of fun and search through the homes in Los Angeles, where there are usually the most sexy of fleshies. Fatso goes through countless homes when finally nears a house that has some pretty awful music coming from it. Fatso would usually avoid this kind of house, but Fatso is desperate.

Fatso phases through the walls of this 2-story home when he ends up in the kitchen. Fatso becomes easily distracted by the idea of food.

“Ooh! Let’s see what food there is that I can enjoy!” 

Fatso sticks his head in the fridge and finds basic groceries and some ice cream he swallows down in one gulp.

“Hehehe, that was deliciously sweet!”

Fatso laughs to himself as he notices the awful music again. Fatso  goes invisible and floats through the ceiling and ends up on the second floor when he sees something.

“What in the ghostly realm is going on here?” Fatso says to himself.

Fatso is eyeing down a man embarrasingly dancing in front of his phone. Fatso takes a closer look at this fleshie as he realizes this fleshie is perfect for him. The fleshie is hunky and meaty as he dances and his thick legs and arms bounce side to side which gets Fatso riled up.

“Now this is the fleshie I have been WAITING FOR! Time for some Fatso fun!”

Fatso immediately decides to lock the doors and windows of the room he and his fleshie are in and is inspired by his ghostly brother Stretch when he goes inside this fleshie’s phone.

The fleshie’s name is Alex and as he dances to his phone trying to make some Tik Toks for his fans something strange happens. Alex’s face looks to have turned blue and he has these big cheeks and piercingly yellow eyes. Also Alex looks to have gained a big belly. Alex stops dancing in confusion.

“What is wrong with my face? Since when did I look like that? And what happened to my body! Why am I so bloated?! Is this a filter?”

Alex takes a step closer to his phone trying to get a closer look and figure out what is wrong when he begins to hear a heavy laugh booming from his phone. Alex then jumps back as Fatso’s ghostly blue face flies out of his phone and is a couple inches away from Alex’s fleshie one.

Alex screams out, “What the hell! What is going on!?”

Fatso laughs and replies, “Hi there fleshie! Mind if I come in?”

Alex looks utterly confused, “Come in?”

Fatso grins, “Don’t mind if I do! I love a fleshie with hospitality!”

Fatso comes roaring from Alex’s phone and slams into his face as Fatso’s head pops into Alex’s mouth. Alex begins to scream which is muffled from Fatso’s form. Alex gets knocked back onto the floor as Fatso is pushing inside his mouth and throat.

“Errrgh Open wide big boy! Cause Fatso is coming on board! Hahaha!”

Alex manages to stand up but is pushed into the wall as Fatso hurls himself hard into Alex’s mouth. As Alex hits the wall Fatso’s arms and upper chest slurp into Alex’s throat which causes Alex’s eyes to go wide as he feels Fatso’s form down his throat and behind to squeeze into his belly.

“Almost there fleshie! Just let This Big Ol Belly of mine in and we are gonna have some fun!”

Fatso pushes and squeezes hard to fit his ghostly gut into Alex’s mouth for almost 10 minutes when he finally gets all of his belly in and all that is left is his ghostly tail flailing outside of Alex’s mouth. Alex feels so much heavier and bloated as he feels Fatso’s big belly drop into his own as his belly feels bigger and shakes as Fatso fills it up.

Fatso’s tail slurps into Alex’s mouth with a pop as Alex’s eyes look down at his closed mouth and puts his hands on his bloated belly as he feels Fatso inside.

“Now this is what I call a 5-star living environment. Fatso can get used to this! Hahaha!” 

Fatso’s laugh shakes Alex around as Alex looks visibly uncomfortable.

“What are you doing to me? What do you want!”

“I want.. well… YOU! I need a fleshie to enjoy some time in and you are my top choice! Now get comfy cause it’s time for me to get fully situated.”

“NO I WON’T LET YOU!”

“Sorry fleshie but nothing you can do about it! Hahaha!”

Alex has a terrified but angry expression on his face and as Fatso begins to shift inside him to take over his body, Alex gets an idea as he stares at his weirdly bloated belly.

“I don’t want you in my BODY!”

Alex puts his hands together like a rock and slams it against his belly which immediately causes all the pressure of Fatso inside to begin to go up towards his chest.

“Hey what are you doing dumb Fleshie?! Stop that! There is precious cargo in here!”

Alex continues to slam his stomach over and over which doesn’t hurt because Fatso is taking all the punches. All the slams push Fatso farther up but then suddenly Alex has the urge to fart. As Alex farts he feels a shift in his body. 

“What are you doing fleshie?! Where am I going?!” Fatso yells as his form shoots down to Alex’s ass

Alex sees this happen but does not care as he slams his stomach one more time. This final slam causes Fatso to slowly come out yelling from Alex’s asshole head first. 

“NOOOOO! Let me back in! This can’t be happening to me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BODY YOU STUPID GHOST!”

Alex feels an intense pressure in his ass as Fatso comes blasting out, but Alex lowkey enjoys it as Fatso presses against his G-spot while being expelled from his body.

Fatso finally comes barreling out of Alex’s ass and hurdles at the door as Alex releases a sigh of relief and feels up his ass as it is sore from Fatso’s expulsion.

“Aargh! Why do you have to be like that fleshie? I just want to have some fun in that sexy fleshie body of yours!”

“This body is mine and you cannot possess me! I am out of here!”

Alex runs for the door and tries to escape but it is no use as Fatso locked all the exits earlier.

“That’s right, there is no way out of here little fleshie. Fatso is going to get inside your body whether you want me to or not! Now come here!”

Fatso flies towards Alex and uses his belly as a weapon as he bumps Alex away from the door and into the middle of the room, knocking over his phone stand.

“Now that right there was the Fatso specialty! Hahaha!”

Alex is in a haze trying to collect himself from the knockout he just endured but before he could Fatso flies above him and yanks his pants and underwear down revealing Alex’s bulbous ass to the cold air. Alex flips over onto his back from the sudden reveal and his dick is out in the open looking back at Fatso which catches the horny ghost’s attention.

“Oohh hey there little guy! What’s that? You want me to hop in? Well why didn’t you say earlier! CANNONBALL!!!”

Fatso rears up and flies into the air as Alex’s eyes go wide as he realizes what Fatso is planning to do. Before Alex can move away, Fatso comes slamming down onto Alex’s cock as his tail slurps right into his slit which causes Alex’s eyes to roll back from the sudden orgasmic feeling. Fatso is stuck sitting on Alex’s dick as he sees Alex’s reaction.

“Hahahaha! I see you liked that fleshie! Now get ready cause there is more of that to come!”

Fatso begins to slam repeatedly into Alex’s cock as he slowly squeezes down. Alex’s cock stretches trying to make room for the bulbous ghost trying to fit in. Alex tries to push Fatso off of him by grabbing Fatso’s belly but it is not used as Fatso swats his hands away and pushes even harder.

“NO STOP THIS– UGHHH– OOH MAN!”

Alex cant even move as Fatso pushes harder and harder which puts Alex into the most orgasmic feeling he has ever felt as his dick is intruded and his belly grows as more of Fatso slurps inside.

“Having a fun time fleshie? Get ready to have more fun once i’m in control!”

Fatso uses his hands to grab onto Alex’s thighs and pull himself into Alex’s cock as more of his gut squeezes inside and Fatso is getting more of himself inside his new fleshie host.

“Ughhh OHHH MAN ERGHHH MY DICK!”

Alex whimpers and groans through the entire possession as Fatso wriggles and spins trying to slurp in even faster into Alex.

“I’m almost in fleshie! Now to do one more push! 3…2…1… HERE I COME!”

Fatso rears up and then back down in a giant slam which pushes Alex back onto the floor and Fatso’s entire gut and arms slurp into Alex’s dick as Alex moans so loud the neighbors could hear him.

“OOOOHHHH MANNN ERGHHH!”

All that is left outside of Alex’s dick is Fatso’s chubby face. Alex looks down and sees Fatso looking back at him. Alex cannot do anything as Fatso is so deep inside him.

“Looks like I am all back in fleshie. Don’t think about doing anything this time! Bye Bye! HAHAHAH!”

Fatso gives Alex a wink as he slurps his head into Alex as Alex feels Fatso’s head travel into his belly which is bloated once again. 

“Ughhh my stomach feels so weird again! Fatso please make this stop!!!”

Alex feels his jiggle belly once again as he feels 3x heavier from the ghost inside him.

“Sorry fleshie but no-can-do! Possession is 9/10s the law and Fatso is ready to become captain of this ship now! Hahaha!”

Fatso begins to shift around inside Alex as Alex begins to feel Fatso spread through out his body. Alex begins to shake around and spin around the room as Fatso takes over.

“Woooah what is happening! Make it stop Ahhhh!”

Alex shakes and spins as Fatso is laughing from within him.

“Shake shake shake fleshie! Fatso has got you now! Hahaha! Dance like you do to your phone! Hahahaha!”

Alex continues to shake and jiggle as Fatso begins to squeeze his arms into Alex’s own as Alex feels himself losing control.

“My arms! Noooo! I can’t feel my arms!”

Fatso laughs as he then slams his form into Alex’s legs which gives Fatso control of Alex’s legs now.

“Your thighs feel amazing fleshie! Fatso rates it a 10/10!”

Alex gasps as he feels Fatso’s cock slurp into his own which causes his dick and balls to feel cold as they grow in size from the ghostly filling. Alex’s waist jumps forward as this happens.

“Looks like your little guy isn’t so ‘little’ anymore! Hahahah!

Alex is continued to be taken over as he feels the pressure of Fatso move up to his neck as Fatso begins to try and squeeze himself into Alex’s head for the final takeover.

“Fatso please don’t do this! Erghhh! It is my body!”

Fatso laughs, “Don’t fight it fleshie. Fatso wants to get this party started and I need you to make that happen! Now let fatso in that pretty face of yours huh?”

Fatso pushes one last time as his ghostly head pops into Alex’s. Both Alex and Fatso gasp and moan at the same time as Fatso’s face appears over Alex’s for a moment and flies back in as Alex goes silent for a minute. Alex wakes up but it is no longer Alex as Fatso has taken control and has a wide grin of excitement from his achievement.

“Hahahaha! Now this is more like it! Fatso can get used to this!”

Fatso feels himself all over as he is ready for the time of his afterlife!

-END-

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He was far too preppy to be someone I’d ever consider dating, but that didn’t mean my lust for him was not white hot. I spied him from across the restaurant the second he entered with a gaggle of other basic white gays. Dressed in boat shoes, tight chino short shorts, and an even tighter tank top, he would’ve been a clone of the rest of his friends if it weren’t for the fact he was clearly the only one who hadn’t seen the inside of a gym for quite some time. 

The cuff of his shorts were snug against cellulite dimpled thighs and when he sat down the cuffs caused his leg fat to slightly balloon like a muffin rising in the oven. His ass cheeks were plump and juicy, resembling two bouncing water balloons suctioned inside fabric. The seam of his shorts looked ready to burst when he seated himself. 

He sat with legs spread wide to accommodate healthy thighs and a swollen midsection. From the angle I was sitting I couldn’t see his bulge, but regardless of whether it was big or not I knew it had to be visible in those shorts. They were so stuffed with leg and ass fat that his package was surely straining at the seams as well. 

His seafoam green tank top clung to every inch of his fattened upper body, displaying a rounded paunch on the verge of an overhang. It was a hot summer day and a small sweat stain had formed on his lower back between two meaty lovehandles. I imagined myself peeling off the shirt and licking the salty sweat from his back while squeezing the fat that clung to his hips. 

My two girlfriends noticed my hungry gaze and quickly clued in to the object of my desire. They knew my penchant for thick boys, and were giggling and prodding me to go talk to him. It was too soon, though. I had to make eye contact with him first. Feel him out. So I remained seated and observed the overfed man for the next hour. 

The group of men each ordered a fancy cocktail first. Everyone had something different, whether tall and colorful or short and icy, but the man I had my eyes on ordered something special. The waitress brought his out last, and the group began to laugh and cheer. He had ordered some sort of massive blended drink with a corona stuck in the top. One of his friends exclaimed: “Cliff is gonna get shhwasted!” His name was Cliff. 

I couldn’t wait to watch this curvy cutie guzzle down every last drop of those sugary empty calories. Indeed, he wasted no time in getting started. My focus returned to my friends for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and when I looked back over half the drink was already gone. This boy was going to get drunk. I paid special attention to when the waiter took their order. When it was Cliff’s turn he pointed to something at the menu and asked a question. The waitress motioned with her hands to convey what I assume was a portion size. Cliff continued speaking for what seemed like a long amount of time. I couldn’t tell if he was asking questions or just fine tuning his order, but it struck me that this boy was serious about his food. 

 Meanwhile, our table was served and my friends and I had a lively political discussion. I glanced back to the table of gays to see their food being delivered. To my pleasant surprise, Cliff’s shirt had ridden up to partially reveal a love handle glistening with sweat. I could hardly contain myself. Once again, Cliff’s order came last and I was incredibly pleased to see what it was. He had ordered a large pizza to himself piled high with indiscernible toppings. It must have had custom toppings which would explain why it took so long for him to place his order. 

Again, his friends reacted dramatically when the pizza was delivered, with one of them pinching Cliff’s exposed love handle. He awkwardly pulled his shirt to cover the fleshy bulge and I noticed he was red in the face. I couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment. I completely lost track of my friends’ conservation and became enraptured by the ferocity with which this man attacked his pizza. Judging by the empty drink glass, he was probably pretty drunk and needed something to soak up the alcohol. 

He took massive bites, barely swallowing before he’d chomp down for more. He was killing a slice every few minutes and my cock was slowly beginning to stiffen. It was absolutely no surprise why this piggy had such curves. Within fifteen minutes the pizza was almost gone and he was struggling to lean forward and reach the last slice on the other side of the pan. This maneuver caused his shirt to subtly ride up and reveal not one, but both love handles this time. The sweat stain had only grown larger and I could almost make out beads of sweat dripping down his back, past his waistband, and down the ass crack formed by those two mounds of dough stuffed into his shorts. I was practically drooling. 

 A couple of his friends expressed surprise that Cliff was already done eating. With legs still spread wide, he shrugged and patted his belly with both hands. His face was beat red while his friends admired his overinflated paunch. He motioned for the waitress when she came near and she quickly returned with his order: a frosty glass of Coke. Cliff sucked it down quickly, as though he was on the brink of dehydration. 

Seemingly satisfied, he sat up straight, arching his back, and reached his arms above his head to stretch. I could only assume this was an attempt at making his bloated belly feel a little less uncomfortable. I admired his curvy form, especially the way that stretching caused his shapely rump to stick out even further so it looked like the seams would burst at any moment. Still, I was completely shocked when they did. 

A hole about three inches long popped open revealing polka dot underwear with a sweat stain down the middle. My mouth fell agape. Cliff dropped his arms and fingered the hole in his pants. He looked around at his friends, presumably to see if they had noticed. They hadn’t. He sat still for a moment before standing up, pulling down his tank top, and awkwardly heading to the bathroom. My heart raced. This was my chance. 

I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, admiring the way his bubble butt bounced with each step. My cock was growing harder by the moment and I had to adjust myself to keep it from being too obvious. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and took a deep breath before following him inside. I had to play this smoothly. When I walked in, his ass was facing the mirror in a comic attempt to twist his swollen form around to see the damage that had been done. 

My entrance startled him and he awkwardly proceeded to the urinal. I followed suit, forcing out some piss despite having a semi. I shook my dick off and walked to the sink, paying special attention to get a close up of this man’s posterior. It was extraordinarily shapely, much rounder and perkier than I expected. My guess was that he was a former twink who in a prior life spent several hours at the gym attaining a tight muscular ass. Since then he’d given in to a lifestyle of happy hours and late night pizzas which added several inches of luscious fat onto the once muscled rump. 

He waited ‘til I was in the middle of washing my hands to finish up and walk over to the sink. My heart was fluttering and I leaned back to take a look at his butt. 

“Hole in your pants?” I asked. “Classic." 

 He laughed awkwardly loud and replied, "You got me! I’m just… I… My weight is a little outta control lately." 

"I think you look great, man. I noticed you the second you sat down." 

"Oh,” he giggled drunkenly, “are you hitting on me?" 

"If that’s alright with you,” I said softly and stepped closer to him. 

Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension and he leaned slightly towards me. 

“It’s definitely alright with me,” he said and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. 

I grabbed his padded waist and pulled him close for a longer kiss. As we began to make out I flicked the lock on the door for privacy. He was hesitant at first so I grabbed his waist harder, shoving his bloated body against mine. Apparently a bit of aggression was all that was necessary to get his libido into overdrive. 

He began to sloppily make out with me and I could taste the pizza and alcohol on his tongue. My hand slipped lower to cup one of his puffy ass cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze. He let out a slight moan followed by a burp that smelled like strawberry flavoring and tequila. 

“I’m so drunk,” he giggled. “This is really hot." 

My other hand drifted from his softened jaw line and down the distended curves of his torso to finally rest on his posterior. I now had a two handfuls of ass fat in my palms and grinded our groins together. His pants ripped a bit more but neither of us cared. His cock felt stiff against mine and it was clear we were both incredibly turned on. 

I pushed him against the wall and let my mouth travel down his salty neck. I lifted his shirt and explored his hairy and somewhat soft nipples before traveling lower. A slight happy trail led me down his positively bloated belly. I took a roll of fat in my moth and heard the contents of his stomach slosh and he moaned once more. 

"Are you a bottom?” I asked. 

“Yeah… but, we can’t fuck right now." 

"Can I at least get a taste of this beautiful ass?” I purred and licked at his belly. 

“Oh yeah. Yes please." 

I undid his pants that were on the verge of bursting even more and his cock sprung to life in front of my face. Precum hung from its tip and I licked it off before flipping him around. I began to salivate with this man’s ripe sweaty bubble butt inches from my face. I pulled down his underwear to reveal dimpled yet perky cakes. I gave them a firm jiggle before spreading him open and breathing in his smell. 

I wedged my face between his cheeks as far as I could and explored his tight hole with my tongue. His ass was so fat my face disappeared into his crack. I had a hard time breathing and kept having to come up for air. Before I knew it we were both jerking off and probably making enough noise that those outside the bathroom could hear. 

With my nose buried deep in his rump, I would occasionally shake my head, sending the globes of fat surrounding my face bouncing and undulating in every direction. This caused him to moan every time. My tongue traveled from his hole, up his crack and to his somewhat squishy lower back with a dimple above each ass cheek. With some fresh air I could smell his stink on my face and it drove me wild. 

I began to suck and squeeze his cheeks like pizza dough, giving them a slap every now and then. I dove back in between the slabs of delicious fat protecting his hole and he began to moan increasingly louder. 

"I, I think…” he stammered, “I’m close." 

I shoved my tongue as deep inside him as I could, gripping my raging boner in one hand, and his ass fat in the other. 

"Oh shit,” he said. 

Come squirted across the room as his ass clenched to my face. I was on the verge of losing my load. When he was done I stood up and spread his cheeks wide, letting my jizz explode across the pigs oversized butt. I rubbed my come across his cheeks, cupping one and it giving it a sticky final slap. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” I said. 

“I’ve never been eaten out like that in my life,” he replied. 

“Now what?" 

"Maybe we exchange phone numbers?" 

"Sure, but my pants are even more ripped now. And my friends are probably wondering what happened,” he laughed. 

“Just tell the truth." 

"Hah which is what? I’m a fatty that just had random amazing bathroom sex?" 

"Tell them some guy found your ass so irresistible he couldn’t help but rip your clothes off to get a taste." 

He grinned and bashfully looked me in the eyes. 

It has been months since Fatso has had some fleshie fun and is jealous of his fellow ghosts Stinky and Stretch since they recently just invaded some hunky fleshies on a cruise ship and had the best time of their afterlives.

“I have been in need to have some fun inside a fleshie! This big belly is NOT going to feed itself! Time to find myself a perfect fleshie to inhabit Haha!” Fatso rumbles as he laughs and fades through the walls of his room to find his fleshie.

Fatso searched through Gyms, Hotels, Villas, Restaurants, Theme Parks and EVEN a country club trying to find the perfect fleshie, but no one was peaking his ghostly interest. 

“This search has been excruciatingly annoying! All I want is the perfect  fleshie I can squeeze into and  fulfill my needs with, but all I am getting is NOTHING!”

Fatso has never been this angry before as he is usually the most calm and collected ghost out of his ghostly trio, but because of all the pent up urges from the months of not possessing any fleshies, Fatso is furious. Fatso is nearly on the brink of giving up when he decides to give it one more push and search through one more area.

Fatso decided to search more domestically for his vessel of fun and search through the homes in Los Angeles, where there are usually the most sexy of fleshies. Fatso goes through countless homes when finally nears a house that has some pretty awful music coming from it. Fatso would usually avoid this kind of house, but Fatso is desperate.

Fatso phases through the walls of this 2-story home when he ends up in the kitchen. Fatso becomes easily distracted by the idea of food.

“Ooh! Let’s see what food there is that I can enjoy!” 

Fatso sticks his head in the fridge and finds basic groceries and some ice cream he swallows down in one gulp.

“Hehehe, that was deliciously sweet!”

Fatso laughs to himself as he notices the awful music again. Fatso  goes invisible and floats through the ceiling and ends up on the second floor when he sees something.

“What in the ghostly realm is going on here?” Fatso says to himself.

Fatso is eyeing down a man embarrasingly dancing in front of his phone. Fatso takes a closer look at this fleshie as he realizes this fleshie is perfect for him. The fleshie is hunky and meaty as he dances and his thick legs and arms bounce side to side which gets Fatso riled up.

“Now this is the fleshie I have been WAITING FOR! Time for some Fatso fun!”

Fatso immediately decides to lock the doors and windows of the room he and his fleshie are in and is inspired by his ghostly brother Stretch when he goes inside this fleshie’s phone.

The fleshie’s name is Alex and as he dances to his phone trying to make some Tik Toks for his fans something strange happens. Alex’s face looks to have turned blue and he has these big cheeks and piercingly yellow eyes. Also Alex looks to have gained a big belly. Alex stops dancing in confusion.

“What is wrong with my face? Since when did I look like that? And what happened to my body! Why am I so bloated?! Is this a filter?”

Alex takes a step closer to his phone trying to get a closer look and figure out what is wrong when he begins to hear a heavy laugh booming from his phone. Alex then jumps back as Fatso’s ghostly blue face flies out of his phone and is a couple inches away from Alex’s fleshie one.

Alex screams out, “What the hell! What is going on!?”

Fatso laughs and replies, “Hi there fleshie! Mind if I come in?”

Alex looks utterly confused, “Come in?”

Fatso grins, “Don’t mind if I do! I love a fleshie with hospitality!”

Fatso comes roaring from Alex’s phone and slams into his face as Fatso’s head pops into Alex’s mouth. Alex begins to scream which is muffled from Fatso’s form. Alex gets knocked back onto the floor as Fatso is pushing inside his mouth and throat.

“Errrgh Open wide big boy! Cause Fatso is coming on board! Hahaha!”

Alex manages to stand up but is pushed into the wall as Fatso hurls himself hard into Alex’s mouth. As Alex hits the wall Fatso’s arms and upper chest slurp into Alex’s throat which causes Alex’s eyes to go wide as he feels Fatso’s form down his throat and behind to squeeze into his belly.

“Almost there fleshie! Just let This Big Ol Belly of mine in and we are gonna have some fun!”

Fatso pushes and squeezes hard to fit his ghostly gut into Alex’s mouth for almost 10 minutes when he finally gets all of his belly in and all that is left is his ghostly tail flailing outside of Alex’s mouth. Alex feels so much heavier and bloated as he feels Fatso’s big belly drop into his own as his belly feels bigger and shakes as Fatso fills it up.

Fatso’s tail slurps into Alex’s mouth with a pop as Alex’s eyes look down at his closed mouth and puts his hands on his bloated belly as he feels Fatso inside.

“Now this is what I call a 5-star living environment. Fatso can get used to this! Hahaha!” 

Fatso’s laugh shakes Alex around as Alex looks visibly uncomfortable.

“What are you doing to me? What do you want!”

“I want.. well… YOU! I need a fleshie to enjoy some time in and you are my top choice! Now get comfy cause it’s time for me to get fully situated.”

“NO I WON’T LET YOU!”

“Sorry fleshie but nothing you can do about it! Hahaha!”

Alex has a terrified but angry expression on his face and as Fatso begins to shift inside him to take over his body, Alex gets an idea as he stares at his weirdly bloated belly.

“I don’t want you in my BODY!”

Alex puts his hands together like a rock and slams it against his belly which immediately causes all the pressure of Fatso inside to begin to go up towards his chest.

“Hey what are you doing dumb Fleshie?! Stop that! There is precious cargo in here!”

Alex continues to slam his stomach over and over which doesn’t hurt because Fatso is taking all the punches. All the slams push Fatso farther up but then suddenly Alex has the urge to fart. As Alex farts he feels a shift in his body. 

“What are you doing fleshie?! Where am I going?!” Fatso yells as his form shoots down to Alex’s ass

Alex sees this happen but does not care as he slams his stomach one more time. This final slam causes Fatso to slowly come out yelling from Alex’s asshole head first. 

“NOOOOO! Let me back in! This can’t be happening to me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BODY YOU STUPID GHOST!”

Alex feels an intense pressure in his ass as Fatso comes blasting out, but Alex lowkey enjoys it as Fatso presses against his G-spot while being expelled from his body.

Fatso finally comes barreling out of Alex’s ass and hurdles at the door as Alex releases a sigh of relief and feels up his ass as it is sore from Fatso’s expulsion.

“Aargh! Why do you have to be like that fleshie? I just want to have some fun in that sexy fleshie body of yours!”

“This body is mine and you cannot possess me! I am out of here!”

Alex runs for the door and tries to escape but it is no use as Fatso locked all the exits earlier.

“That’s right, there is no way out of here little fleshie. Fatso is going to get inside your body whether you want me to or not! Now come here!”

Fatso flies towards Alex and uses his belly as a weapon as he bumps Alex away from the door and into the middle of the room, knocking over his phone stand.

“Now that right there was the Fatso specialty! Hahaha!”

Alex is in a haze trying to collect himself from the knockout he just endured but before he could Fatso flies above him and yanks his pants and underwear down revealing Alex’s bulbous ass to the cold air. Alex flips over onto his back from the sudden reveal and his dick is out in the open looking back at Fatso which catches the horny ghost’s attention.

“Oohh hey there little guy! What’s that? You want me to hop in? Well why didn’t you say earlier! CANNONBALL!!!”

Fatso rears up and flies into the air as Alex’s eyes go wide as he realizes what Fatso is planning to do. Before Alex can move away, Fatso comes slamming down onto Alex’s cock as his tail slurps right into his slit which causes Alex’s eyes to roll back from the sudden orgasmic feeling. Fatso is stuck sitting on Alex’s dick as he sees Alex’s reaction.

“Hahahaha! I see you liked that fleshie! Now get ready cause there is more of that to come!”

Fatso begins to slam repeatedly into Alex’s cock as he slowly squeezes down. Alex’s cock stretches trying to make room for the bulbous ghost trying to fit in. Alex tries to push Fatso off of him by grabbing Fatso’s belly but it is not used as Fatso swats his hands away and pushes even harder.

“NO STOP THIS– UGHHH– OOH MAN!”

Alex cant even move as Fatso pushes harder and harder which puts Alex into the most orgasmic feeling he has ever felt as his dick is intruded and his belly grows as more of Fatso slurps inside.

“Having a fun time fleshie? Get ready to have more fun once i’m in control!”

Fatso uses his hands to grab onto Alex’s thighs and pull himself into Alex’s cock as more of his gut squeezes inside and Fatso is getting more of himself inside his new fleshie host.

“Ughhh OHHH MAN ERGHHH MY DICK!”

Alex whimpers and groans through the entire possession as Fatso wriggles and spins trying to slurp in even faster into Alex.

“I’m almost in fleshie! Now to do one more push! 3…2…1… HERE I COME!”

Fatso rears up and then back down in a giant slam which pushes Alex back onto the floor and Fatso’s entire gut and arms slurp into Alex’s dick as Alex moans so loud the neighbors could hear him.

“OOOOHHHH MANNN ERGHHH!”

All that is left outside of Alex’s dick is Fatso’s chubby face. Alex looks down and sees Fatso looking back at him. Alex cannot do anything as Fatso is so deep inside him.

“Looks like I am all back in fleshie. Don’t think about doing anything this time! Bye Bye! HAHAHAH!”

Fatso gives Alex a wink as he slurps his head into Alex as Alex feels Fatso’s head travel into his belly which is bloated once again. 

“Ughhh my stomach feels so weird again! Fatso please make this stop!!!”

Alex feels his jiggle belly once again as he feels 3x heavier from the ghost inside him.

“Sorry fleshie but no-can-do! Possession is 9/10s the law and Fatso is ready to become captain of this ship now! Hahaha!”

Fatso begins to shift around inside Alex as Alex begins to feel Fatso spread through out his body. Alex begins to shake around and spin around the room as Fatso takes over.

“Woooah what is happening! Make it stop Ahhhh!”

Alex shakes and spins as Fatso is laughing from within him.

“Shake shake shake fleshie! Fatso has got you now! Hahaha! Dance like you do to your phone! Hahahaha!”

Alex continues to shake and jiggle as Fatso begins to squeeze his arms into Alex’s own as Alex feels himself losing control.

“My arms! Noooo! I can’t feel my arms!”

Fatso laughs as he then slams his form into Alex’s legs which gives Fatso control of Alex’s legs now.

“Your thighs feel amazing fleshie! Fatso rates it a 10/10!”

Alex gasps as he feels Fatso’s cock slurp into his own which causes his dick and balls to feel cold as they grow in size from the ghostly filling. Alex’s waist jumps forward as this happens.

“Looks like your little guy isn’t so ‘little’ anymore! Hahahah!

Alex is continued to be taken over as he feels the pressure of Fatso move up to his neck as Fatso begins to try and squeeze himself into Alex’s head for the final takeover.

“Fatso please don’t do this! Erghhh! It is my body!”

Fatso laughs, “Don’t fight it fleshie. Fatso wants to get this party started and I need you to make that happen! Now let fatso in that pretty face of yours huh?”

Fatso pushes one last time as his ghostly head pops into Alex’s. Both Alex and Fatso gasp and moan at the same time as Fatso’s face appears over Alex’s for a moment and flies back in as Alex goes silent for a minute. Alex wakes up but it is no longer Alex as Fatso has taken control and has a wide grin of excitement from his achievement.

“Hahahaha! Now this is more like it! Fatso can get used to this!”

Fatso feels himself all over as he is ready for the time of his afterlife!

-END-

(This was a commission)

My boyfriend and I were watching a movie from opposite ends of our sofa, having just eaten a massive dinner lovingly cooked by myself. He’d completely stuffed himself as usual, so I found myself spending most of the evening watching him rub his big, hairy gut instead.

After watching his food baby gradually shrink as the night went on, I eventually noticed that he was equally distracted from the movie. He kept staring at me while licking up the occasional drop of saliva that spilled from his lips, until I asked him what was on his mind. “Well, I’m kinda sad this full feeling is gone, and you look so tasty as always…”

I should have expected this, since swallowing me was something he liked to do regularly. I’d usually enjoy being cradled in his warm belly, but if he was already full of digested food, I knew it wouldn’t be anywhere near as pleasurable for me as it would be for him. I kindly offered some closeness that was less intense, nestling myself beneath one of his thick arms and giving him a soothing belly massage which he said he’d settle for.

He hadn’t given up on getting what he really wanted from me though. He whispered into my ear while I felt around his body, knowing exactly what to say to take advantage of my desire to serve him and make him happy. “Wouldn’t it feel great knowing you’ve satisfied me? That you’ve made me feel sooooo full, twice in the same day?” One of my hands was slowly guided from his belly into his mouth, where he playfully sucked on my fingers and moaned as he slid them to the back of his throat.

I’d been easily softened by his honeyed words and allowed him to bring my other hand into his mouth without saying a word. He took the lack of any attempt to pull them free as a silent ‘go ahead’ to start feasting, quickly gulping me down his gullet without hesitation. He let out a blissful sigh after swallowing my feet, gently patting his once again swollen gut as my entire mass settled inside.

[Part 1][●]

It’s been three months since the day Gabe moved in with his older brother and things have changed a lot. Kyle has no idea what’s happening but Gabe has been getting bigger really fast and has even grown taller. It doesn’t make any sense because even though anyone can gain some muscle, it’s not normal for an 18 years old boy to grow almost a whole foot in height in just three months.

The Ghostly Quartet 

Commission for Expertofpossession

Written by Gayghostpossession “Wow! Look at all these sexy fleshies” Stretch stated as he floated above a busy beach full of shirtless, fit men. His brothers, Stinky and Fatso, floated over to him and joined him in ogling at their muscular bodies. “Some of them even look big enough to fit me” Fatso boomed as he slapped his huge gut, making it jiggle. “Yeah and some of these cuties look extra sweaty, perfect for me!” Stinky giggled in a high pitched voice. A fourth, deep laugh joined them.

The Ghostly Trio turned around suddenly to see Coach’s impressive physique looming over them. “Mind if I join you, boys?” Coach smirked at the Ghostly Trio.

“Coach!” All three ghosts exclaimed. The trio had met Coach six months ago, and the new spirit had been curious about the Ghostly Trio’s spooky ways. Coach quickly took a liking to their tactics. He especially enjoyed possession and mastered the art very quickly. 

“Coach, we were just planning a classic Ghostly Trio possession…how about ya join us for some ghostly fun?” Stretch suggested. 

“Sure thing, looks like some of these bone bags need some discipline!” Coach laughed. 

“Alright boys, you know the drill! The guest gets first dibs.” Stretch commanded as Coach nodded and floated down to the beach, searching for a fitting fleshie. 

After searching for twenty minutes, Coach heard a deep, manly voicing taking on the phone down below. Coach flew down and spotted an extremely buff man in black shorts. The man closely resembled his body shape when he was alive. 

Coach heard the hunk talking about meeting up with his bros, going to a bar and getting wasted. He also heard one of his bros call the hunk ‘Mike’. Coach had other plans for Mike however… Coach snuck up behind the broad-shouldered man. As soon as Mike ended his phone call, Coach lunged forward at Mike and bear-hugged the huge man from behind. “What the?! Get off me!” Mike shouted as he tried to wriggle out of Coach’s grip. “Oh come one fleshie, I thought you’d put up more of a fight, with those big muscles!” Coach laughed as Mike flailed. Mike’s face scrunched up into a furious expression and he suddenly launched his elbow backwards, hitting Coach square in the stomach. His elbow hit Coach’s rubbery abs with a “Boing!” and Mike’s elbow rebounded, springing forwards. “Oooof! Nice one ol’ sport! That would’ve hurt… when I was alive” Coach teased. “... Alive?” Mike gasped as he looked down at the muscular arms holding him in place. The arms were blue and… transparent. Mike let out a horrified scream and tried even harder to wriggle out of the huge ghost’s grip. “Now, talking about being alive… Will you be a team player and let Coach rent you out for a bit?” Coach laughed jovially. “Wha-?” Mike gasped as Coach plunged his tail and stomach into Mike’s lower back. Mike tensed up as Coach’s huge body began to phase into Mike. Coach’s tight grip on Mike remained as Mike’s lower body accommodated its new host. Coach released his arms and Mike tried to run. However, his legs wouldn’t move and he felt very heavy. “What's happening to me?” Mike cried out as he felt Coach plunge his ectoplasm down into his legs. He looked down in horror as his toes began to wiggle on their own. Coach let out a deep laugh as he aligned his muscular arms with Mike’s and pushed. Mike’s arms felt strangely heavy and tingly as he watched the blue arms slowly phase into his own. Finally, the huge blue arms disappeared into Mike’s muscular ones as he cried out in fear. Mike watched as his fingers wiggled on their own and his meaty hands raised up and began stroking his nipples. Mike let out a groan in fear and arousal as his nipples were caressed. 

“That’s it bone bag, i’m in control now” Coach laughed as his muscular chest slowly phased into Mike’s back. Mike felt his chest fill with a cold, heavy feeling. He felt his chest and pecs inflate as the ghost filled out his body. “Now, here goes nothing!” Coach shouted as he pushed his ghostly head into the back of Mike’s. Mike suddenly began to feel a dense, cold feeling fill his head. Finally, Coach’s big head disappeared into Mike’s, coating Mike’s brain with his own. “Uh uh uh…” Mike drooled as he felt the alpha ghost fully aligning with his body. Mike was hardly able to process what was happening from the joint fear and arousal, and felt strangely full and bloated. Coach’s face popped out of Mike’s and was sucked back in again. Mike gritted his teeth and his face went beet red as Coach took control of his body and mind. Mike let out a whimper as his head dropped in defeat. After a moment a deep laugh began to echo from Mike’s mouth. Mike smirked and let out a deep alpha roar and flex. “Ahhh!!!! You’re the perfect fit, fleshie!” Coach roared out as he flexed and groped Mike’s muscular body. “You were just like my old body when I was alive. I’m going to stay in here for a little while.” Coach laughed deviously. He flexed his biceps harder and gave them a firm kiss each. “I bet this is usual behaviour for you, fleshie” Coach taunted as he smirked at the men and women walking past. The passersby’s stared with agape mouths at the huge alpha male putting his body on show for all eyes to see.  “Even with Coach inside, no one’s gonna suspect a thing, bone bag!” Coach roared out deviously. He raised his chin triumphantly and strutted off to the beach. Coach waltzed around, enjoying his new body’s attention but also keeping an eye out for the Ghostly Trio. “Yo, Mike, how’s it going, man!” a deep voice called out. Coach turned around to see a hunky fleshie in pink and white shorts approaching him with a smile. “Is he talking to me?” Coach grunted to himself, before quickly remembering that his host’s name is Mike. 

“You Mike it’s me, Lewis!” Lewis laughed. As Lewis approached him, Coach caught a blue glint in the sky above him. He looked up and saw the ghostly trio floating above, looking down in entertainment but also eagerness.

Lewis placed his big hand on Coach’s broad shoulders with a jovial smile. “Hey Lewis, almost didn't recognise you! It’s been a while. Say, are you hanging with friends today at the beach” Coach feigned. “Yeah I am, they’re just chilling over there!” Lewis turned around and called out “Hey boys, Rob, Max! Come over here and meet my guy, Mike!” “Perfect” Coach whispered to himself as he looked up at the ghostly trio, getting ready to make a move. 

Rob, a brown haired young guy in reddish pink shorts walked on over next to his buddy Max. Max was a cute blonde stud in blue shorts. As Rob and Max approached Lewis and Coach, the Ghostly Trio hovering in the sky schemed a plan. “Time for a distraction, boys” Stinky giggled as Stretch and Fatso nodded. Stinky turned invisible as he flew down to the crowded beach. 

As Stinky flew down to the crowds on the beach. Rob noticed something odd about his old friend Mike. “Woah Mike, has your voice gotten deeper? Don’t tell me you’re on the roids again” Rob asked, partially concerned.  “No roids, I've got a little… something else in me though,” Coach grinned as his ghostly face popped out of Mike’s face for a split second. “Woah, what was that?” Rob gasped as he took a step back.

Suddenly, all four men looked upwards at a high pitched voice yelling something from above, followed by beach-goers screaming and running.

“Heads up, bonebags!” Stinky was flying over the people enjoying themselves at the beach, dropping green fart bombs on everyone on the beach. “They’re silent, but they’re deadly!” Stinky laughed as the beach-goers screamed, hurriedly collected their belongings and ran away from the beach.

Meanwhile, Coach, Lewis, Rob and Max were surrounded by a circle of green fog. They couldn’t see beyond the fog, but were far enough from the fog to smell its putrid scent. “What’s g-going on? Lewis stuttered as he huddled up with Rob and Max. “I’m not sure…” Max whimpered. “Mike, why are you smiling? Rob jeered at Coach, who was standing there with a mischievous grin. “Oh you’ll know why soon… Come get em’ boys!” Coach yelled out into the fog.

All three men held onto each other in fear as they heard mischievous laughing coming from the fog, getting closer and closer. “I just want to go home…” Lewis whispered. “Nuh uh, bone bag,” Fatso boomed as he bursted through the fog and placed his ghostly hands on Lewis’ broad shoulders “The party’s just getting started fleshie!” Lewis was met face to face with a fat grinning ghost, and let out a loud scream. “Hmm, not quite wide enough!” Fatso laughed as his eyes turned red and sharp fangs sprouted from his mouth. Lewis’ scream turned into a howl of terror at the devilish spector in front him him. Lewis stumbled backwards which knocked Max face first onto the ground, and caused Rob to trip and fall onto his back. With Fatso’s hands still planted firmly on Lewis’ shoulders, Lewis collided with Coach’s meaty torso with a thud. Lewis felt the warmth of Coach’s body behind him, and suddenly felt Coach’s meaty arms wrap around his own arms, locking him into a tight bearhug. 

“Stop playing around Fatso, and get in him!” Coach commanded. Fatso’s face turned back to his silly grin and he slammed his fat ghost head into Lewis’ mouth, muffling his scream. Lewis let out a groan of terror and confusion as he felt Fatso’s wiggle into this throat and down his chest. Lewis tried to fight back but his arms were held down helplessly as Fatso boomed from within his chest, and Coach laughed from behind him. Fatso’s shoulders and arms slurped inside, causing Lewis to moan louder. Lewis’ throat widened as Fatso’s huge round belly started to sink into him. “Alright Fatso, I’ll leave the rest up to you” Coach laughed deviously as he released Lewis and shoved him away. Lewis stumbled forwards, slipped and fell onto his back. He groaned in pain which widened his throat nad let Fatso slip in further with a giggle. He raised his meaty arms and tried to grab onto Fatso’s belly, but it was too slick and rubbery. Fatso let out a deep laugh as Lewis’ stomach began to bulge out as Fatso wriggled deeper into him. Fatso’s huge balloon-like stomach began to shrink deeper and deeper into Lewis’ body as he moaned louder and louder. Slowly, Fatso’s descent began to slow as Lewis' stomach strained to its almost max capacity. Lewis tried to roll over but his body had become so heavy thanks to the fat ghost inside of him. The largest part of Fatso’s belly descended down his throat and Lewis’ stomach jumped with a “GLORMP” to accommodate the large mass.

All that was left was Fatso’s bulbous tail wiggling outside of Lewis’ mouth. Lewis grabbed his pregnant-looking belly as Fatso’s spectral tail wriggled furiously into Lewis’ mouth, trying to cram the rest of the ghost into the hunk. Finally Fatso’s bulbous tail slipped in with a “POP” and a deep groan from Lewis. 

Lewis lay on the ground clutching his enormous belly as he felt Fatso slowly spread into his limbs, filling him out. He felt Fatso squeeze his ectoplasm into his flaccid dick, causing it to inflate into a hard on with a “fwoop” sound. “Ooh, fits like a glove!” Fatso chuckled deeply, causing Lewis’ body to vibrate with the fat ghost’s laughter. Lewis groaned in discomfort as Fatso descended further down into his thighs and legs.

Suddenly, Lewis felt Fatso surge upwards into his chest and arms. Lewis twisted, turned and groaned as the much too large ghost filled out his toned body.

“Almost there fleshie! I’m going to have a lot of fun in you!” Fatso boomed as Lewis felt the ghostly mass inside of him push into his neck. Lewis choked out a terrified gasp as he felt Fatso surge into his head. A cool, jiggly feeling began to fill up his head. As the feeling became too intense, Lewis’ vision faded away as he felt the ghostly intruder completely take over his body. Suddenly, Lewis’ face lit up with a goofy grin as he groaned and stood up. “Now the real fun starts, fleshie!” Fatso laughed triumphantly as he slapped his slightly inflated belly. Suddenly, Fatso’s ghostly face popped out of Lewis’s with a shocked expression. His face sucked into Lewis’ again, as his stomach pudged out into a small belly again. “Oof, gotta be careful, there’s not much room in here!” Fatso groaned. As Fatso rubbed his new, pudgy belly, Stinky suddenly emerged from the green mist. Stinky flew over to Max and eyed his bubble butt face up on the ground. Max rubbed his head in confusion as the fall had disorientated him. “What’s going on?” Max grumbled as he raised onto all fours. 

“It’s not so much what's going on, fleshie. But more… what's going in!” Stinky giggled as he yanked down Max’s tight blue shorts. “Huh?” Max grunted as Stinky plunged his ghostly head into Max’s tight hole. Max turned his head to see a blue transparent tail sticking out of his ass. “Holy shit, get the fuck out!!” Max screamed as the tail continued to wiggle deeper inside. Max tried to turn around to grab the ghost wiggling into his anus, but he felt Stinky hit his stomach and moaned at the pressure building up inside him. “You like that stud? There’s more to come when Stinky takes the reins!” Stinky taunted from inside Max. Max’s bubble but jiggle left and right, up and down as Stinky wriggled further in. A small part of Stinky’s tail was left hanging outside of Max’s asshole, which slipped in with a “pffft” sound along with a small green fart from Stinky. Max groaned as he felt Stinky travel along his anus into his stomach and settle. Max groaned as his body convulsed and Stinky inflated into his arms and legs. Max could only lie down helplessly as he felt Stinky inflate into his bubble butt with glee, causing it to bubble out even further.

“Just let go Maxy boy, Stinky’s almost done with ya!” Stinky giggled as he began to fill out Max’s head. Max groaned in discomfort as he felt Stinky’s face slide into his own. Max felt dizzy and passed out as he felt the ghost completely take over his body.  Rob had managed to stand himself up, and had just seen Stinky’s ghostly tail invade his buddies ass. He then watched as Max slowly began to get up off the ground. “M-max, are you okay?” Rob whispered as Max turned around and approached.

“Neva been better fleshie!” Stinky giggled from Max’s mouth before planting a wet kiss on Rob’s mouth. Stinky pulled back and his ghostly face popped out of Max’s face. Rob stumbled back in fear and started running towards the green mist. He had just seen his buddy possessed and was terrified of the idea of having a ghost squeeze inside him. As he ran, a blue blur shot out of the green mist and stopped right in front of his face. Rob looked up to see a long blue ghost with a wide grin look him up and down.

“Not so fast fleshie! Stretch wants to have some fun in you!” Stretch cackled as he eyed the bulge in Rob’s pink shorts. Rob, seeing Stretch eye his cock, turned to run. As he turned, he felt a cold ghostly hand grip onto his arm and pull, spinning him around with extreme force. As Rob span around like a tornado, he heard Stretch cackle and laugh from all around him. As she spun more and more, he felt his pants and briefs rip off. Suddenly, Stretch grabbed onto Rob’s shoulders, stopping him in place. Rob’s head bobbed side to side as he stumbled from the dizziness of the spin. “What's the matter, fleshie, feeling a bit dizzy?” Stretch teased “Well, I've got just the fix for that.” Stretch raised himself into the air and dove downwards towards Rob’s soft cock. Stretch grinned as he slammed his head into Rob’s piss slit. Rob went cross eyed as he felt Stretch’s shoulders and arms slip into his cock like a well-oiled glove. Rob grunted and was frozen in fear as his dick inflated to allow better room for Stretch’s body to wriggle through. Rob felt Stretch begin pooling into his stomach as Stretch cackled “Hehah! Let Stretch in and show your sexy body a good time!” Rob clutched his inflated stomach as Stretch’s tail wriggled furiously trying to fit the rest of him through. Rob’s inflated cock flopped left and right and Stretch wiggled in further. Finally, the rest of Stretch’s tail slipped into Rob’s dick with a pop and cackle from Stretch. “Now this is where the real fun starts fleshie!” Stretch shouted as he began to fill Rob out like a well fitted suit. Rob grunted as he felt Stretch slip into his arms and legs. Rob was terrified as he felt the ghost ruthlessly take over his body. Rob felt his cock inflate into a hard on as Stretch forced his own penis into Rob’s. “Wh-what, that's my dick!” Rob cried out as he looked down at his slightly unfamiliar looking penis. Rob could tell that Stretch’s penis was inside of his own because it had inflated into a slightly different shape. “That's where you’re wrong fleshie, this is my body now, at least for a little while!” Stretch cackled evilly. Rob moaned in fear as he felt Stretch’s head fill out his own. Rob’s vision started to fade away and his head dropped down. Suddenly, Rob’s head picked up to reveal a wide grin and triumphant laugh. “Hell yeaaaaa! Now that’s how you do it boys!”  Stretch grabs his inflated cock with his right hand and felt up his pecs in his left hand with a moan and cackle. Stretch turned to Stinky who was feeling up his hard cock through his shorts. “How about that kiss now?” Stretch teased as he grabbed Stinky by the ass and pulled him in for a kiss. Stinky reached down and pulled down his shorts, revealing his hard cock. Stinky and Stretch moaned as their dicks rubbed together and they tongued each other’s mouths. Meanwhile, Coach approached Fatso from behind and began rubbing his pudgy belly. Coach kissed Fatso’s neck as Fatso let out a moan. Fatso pushed his inflated ass back which encased Coach’s large cock. Coach pushed forward as he felt the tip of his cock reach Fatso’s hole.

Justin’s Ghostly Change of Hart  Comission for Rooky668

By Gayghostpossession

Chapter 1 “Justin, Justin!” The woman called out. Justin Hartley turned around and flashed a charming smile to the reporter beckoning him over. “It’s great to see you on the red carpet after your role in Senior Year!” the reporter exclaimed as Justin approached her. The hunk of an actor decided to wear a navy suit over a tight white shirt during his red carpet appearance. His tight white shirt was slightly unbuttoned, showing a glimpse of his muscular pecs. “Can you tell us what the best part was in your role of Blaine Balbo in the new film Senior Year?” The reporter asked. 

“Well, I really liked how Blaine’s willingness to cheat didn’t phase Stephanie, Rebel’s character, one bit. I love how it highlighted her character's morals.”

“Oh? You didn’t just enjoy playing the hot DILF?”

“No… I’ve been wanting to focus more on personality development rather than just being a hot character.”

“What does this mean for your future movies, Justin?”

“Well it just means you’re going to see me less shirtless and a bit more sensible from now on! I want to be a role model to young and mature men for the right reasons.”

“And what are those reasons?”

“That it’s what’s on the inside that counts!” “... Are we at least going to see some signature Hartley pec bouncing?” “Not anymore, Justin’s a changed man!” The reporter stood there with a confused expression, trying to decipher if Justin was joking or being serious. In fact, the reporter was not the only one that was confused by Justin’s responses and change of heart. Two twin ghosts were watching the live interview from their decrepit mansion. The two ghosts sat side by side on a dusty sofa. One ghost was scratching his head, whilst the other’s arms were firmly crossed against its chest. Both ghosts had matching frowns on their faces. “Uhh, Ricky?” The ghost scratching his head muttered. “I can’t believe it, Cody… Ol’ Justin has finally lost the plot!” Ricky groaned. “Does this mean Justin won't be doing any more thirst traps? That's not fair!” Cody groaned. 

Cody flew off the sofa and crouched down to peer underneath the dusty sofa. Cody reached his long ghostly arm underneath the sofa. His long tail wiggled around as he searched for something.

“Almost got it… aha!” Cody announced as he pulled out a book from under the couch. 

Cody flew back to the sofa and plopped down right next to Ricky. Both ghosts looked silently down at the closed book.

“I know it’s hard Cody, but… open it” Ricky whispered softly, whilst placing an arm around Cody’s blue shoulders. Cody tentatively opened the book and both ghosts stared down at the page with mournful, tearful expressions. An onlooker might guess that the ghosts were revisiting photos of a departed loved one, or maybe even a loved one that had “moved on” to the afterlife. However, the ghosts were in fact looking at a collage of Justin’s pecs.  “I’m going to miss this one” Cody sniffled as he pointed at a picture of Justin’s bare torso from a recent photoshoot. “This here is my favourite” Ricky croaked as he wiped an ectoplasmic tear away from his eye. Ricky gestured towards a shot of Justin flexing his biceps and pecs. Ricky turned the page over and both ghosts paused for a moment. Suddenly, they began to cry loudly and bawl tears from their eyes. This page contained a large photo of Justin bouncing his pecs with a handsome grin on his face. “...No more pec bouncing!” The ghosts wept in unison as they collapsed onto each other’s shoulders, weeping quietly. Ten minutes passed as the ghosts sobbed and sobbed, soaking each other with their ectoplasmic tears. When their tears eventually dried out, Cody sniffled, took a deep breath and had a daring thought. “Hey Ricky… how about we try to convince Justin to go back to his old ways?” Cody suggested. “You saw the man on TV, he sounds pretty set on his change of heart,” Ricky responded, feeling hopeless.

“But what if… he has no choice?” Cody grinned. “Oh… are you talking about… possession?” Ricky’s eyes widened in excitement. Cody’s grin widened as Ricky started to lick his lips. “Alright then, you know the drill Cody, let’s go find this fleshie and turn him back into the himbo he truly is!” Ricky yelled out.

Both ghosts gave each other an enthusiastic high-five which created a rubbery slapping sound. They turned towards the TV which was still playing red carpet interviews, and dove into the TV. The TV started to glow blue, and 2 small blue lumps began to flow from the power cords of the TV into the wall. 

If an onlooker were outside of the old mansion at the time, they would see something strange. A faint blue glow emanated from the power lines connected to the mansion. Two ghostly blue orbs were traveling along the power lines and speeding away from the mansion. A mischievous snickering slowly faded into the distance as the orbs sped away into the night. 

Chapter 2 “Zzzz– Huh?!” Justin jolted awake.

Justin sat up from his bed and blinked heavily as he looked around the room. He was startled awake mid-snore from a strange zapping sound. The silk blanket slipped off his toned chest and collapsed onto his lap. Justin rubbed his tired eyes and picked up his phone. “4am? Damn better go back to sleep” he croaked. Justin was keen to start the next day and continue practicing the humbler life he was so recently preaching. He grasped the silky blanket and pulled it back over his chest as he lay back down onto his bed. It didn’t take long before Justin fell into a deep slumber and his loud snoring resumed. The silk blanket covering his chest fluttered slightly as a slight breeze passed across the room. The breeze increased in strength causing the blanket to slide down to his stomach, exposing Justin’s toned pecs to the cold room. A mischievous laugh began to emanate from somewhere in the room. Justin shifted in his sleep as his body intuitively responded to a troublesome aura in the room. If Justin was awake, he would see two ghostly blue grins staring down at him. Luckily for the ghosts, Justin was in a very deep sleep. Ricky and Cody floated above Justin’s unconscious body and looked down at his exposed, muscular pecs. They turned to each with a smirk and mimed “Geronimo” silently and simultaneously as they dived headfirst towards Justin’s chest. Cody was slightly faster than Ricky and his arms and head slipped right into Justin’s left nipple, swelling it as the muscle accommodated the ghost's body. Ricky, somehow missed Justin’s nipple but still landed on Justin’s right pec. Ricky’s arms and head phased into Justin’s chest, causing his pec to bulge out with a “Blorp!” sound. Both ghosts wriggled and squirmed as Justin’s pecs inflated to allow more room for the ghosts. Justin stirred in his sleep and whispered “Hmm?”, the strange sensation of the ghosts wiggling into his chest almost waking him. 

The ghosts suddenly paused their descent, hoping Justin would fall back into a deep sleep. Justin let out a deep snore, and the ghosts gleefully resumed their invasion. The ghost’s tails were almost in and Justin’s pecs had almost doubled in size, jiggling like water balloons as the ghostly tails thrashed about, excited to get inside the fleshie. With a “FWOOP” and a “SLURP '' Ricky and Cody’s tails fully phased into Justin’s now swollen pecs.

Justin stirred uncomfortably in his sleep as his body accommodated two new inhabitants. Justin’s pec began to deflate as Ricky and Cody slowly spread their ectoplasm through Justin’s body with a giggle. Justin sighed in his sleep as the pressure in his pecs relieved slightly, causing him to fall into a deeper sleep. Chapter 3 Justin slowly opened his eyes to golden sunlight and let out a long yawn. He sat up, blinked his eyes a few times before pulling himself out of bed. He walked into the bathroom and inspected his physique in the mirror. Justin felt heavier than usual and felt a strange fullness in his body, especially his pecs. He noticed that his pecs looked larger, and when he gave them a slap, they jiggled as if they were water balloons. “This is weird…” Justin muttered, as he rubbed his hands along his torso and stomach. His whole body felt strangely jiggly, as if there was a large rubbery water balloon underneath his skin. Justin shrugged it off and continued his day. He slapped on a blue tee and white shorts, and he left for the gym to train chest. Justin was now trying to focus on the wellbeing benefits of going to the gym rather than just ‘looking good.’ However, when Justin tried to bench press, his arms and chest began to vibrate causing him to lose balance. As his arms failed him, Justin could hear laughter from nearby, but strangely there was no one else in the gym. Frustrated with this strange experience, Justin went to the shops to buy some milk and chicken for his usually high protein meals. He picked up a carton of milk and as he went to place it in his shopping basket, his arm spasmed. As if his arm had a life of its own, Justin threw the carton of milk across the store. Onlookers and staff stared at Justin in disbelief, while Justin grasped his arm in horror. As Justin hurried out of the store, he could again hear a faint, mischievous cackling from somewhere nearby. Chapter 4 Justin stared at his reflection with a frustrated scowl on his face. His body had felt strangely rubbery and full all day. His body was acting and moving as if it had a mind of its own. Justin closely examined the blue shirt he was wearing. He looked closely at his inflated pecs and chest that filled out his shirt nicely. Justin poked his right pec, causing his whole chest to jiggle and wobble, as if it was made of rubber. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” Justin muttered, staring at his strangely altered body. Suddenly, one of his pecs started to bounce and vibrate on itself. Justin’s mouth opened in shock as mischievous cackles began to boom out of his pecs. “What the hell?!” Justin shouted as his pecs began to vibrate more aggressively, causing his body to jump up and down. “Now this is how you pec bounce!” Ricky’s voice cackled from Justin’s left pec. “Look at these sexy lumps!” Cody laughed from inside Justin’s right pec. “No, no! This is my body, what is going on?!” Justin shimmied around as the ghosts made his body jiggle uncontrollably. Justin could feel the ghosts spread out from his pecs and descend into his stomach, causing it to bulge out slightly. Justin groaned “Oompf!” as his ass shot backwards and his ass cheeks inflated as the ghosts made room. His tight white jeans felt even tighter as they struggled to contain Justin’s inflated ass. “Oh Jakey boy, you don't deserve this body, let’s make some well deserved changes. Whaddaya say Cody?” Ricky cackled as the ghosts descended further down. Justin’s dick suddenly inflated into a hard on as Cody flowed downwards. Justin’s cock suddenly ripped through the zip in his jeans. He looked down with a shocked expression at his swollen cock standing full mast. With a loud popping sound, Cody’s ghostly head squeezed out of Justin’s piss slit. “Whoops, wrong way!” Cody giggled as he slurped back into Justin’s cock. Finally seeing one of his body’s invaders, Justin screamed in fear as he lost control of his body. “No, no! Get out of me!” Justin pleaded as he felt the rubbery ghosts shift around his body. “Nuh huh fleshie, we're inside now and gonna put your amazing bod to good use!” Cody taunted as Ricky laughed mischievously. Justin panicked as the ghosts surged upwards through his inflated chest, causing his pecs to bulge out even further with a “BOING.” 

With a slow tearing sound, his blue shirt ripped down the middle to make way for his new enormous rubbery pecs. 

Justin screamed in horror at his changing body. He felt the ghostly ectoplasm begin to surge up into his head. Justin lost balance as he started to feel dizzy and a strange full feeling started to overtake his mind. It felt like a water balloon was slowly filling out his brain cavity. Justin’s face went beet red and his mouth drooled as he was overtaken by the ghosts. With one final loud groan from Justin, his head dropped down. After a few moments, Justin looked up with a silly smile on his face. “Now this is more like it!” Cody’s voice echoed out of Justin’s mouth as he flexed his right arm. “Boy oh boy, this is quite the body!” Ricky cackled as Justin’s left arm reached down and groped his huge chest. “Now.. before we get kicked out, you know what we need to do '' Cody stated with a stern voice. With the ghosts now in control, Justin's body suddenly tensed and seized up. A blue ectoplasmic tail poked out of Justin’s mouth with a “Fwwp!” Slowly, a muscular ectoplasmic spirit began to flow out of Justin’s mouth. Justin's neck strained as the spirit’s muscular chest struggled to exit. With a loud “Pop!” sound, the spirit's handsome face slipped out. Justin's muscular spirit stared in shock at his grinning body staring back at him. “Wh-what did you do?!” Justin's ghost yelled in horror as he watched his own body grin and flex, under the control of two horny ghosts. “Well Justin, you simply don’t deserve this body if you aint gonna show it off!” Cody taunted as he bounced Justin’s muscular pecs.

“So we’ve done you a favor and gonna put your body to good use!” Ricky giggled as approached Justin’s spirit and grabbed onto his arm tightly.

“Well we had been drinking buddies for a while and then one night i was on gurglr looking for a guy that would swallow but not digest me. Thats when we started chatting and then we realized who we were.” My twink friend Cole said with a smile.

“Wait you’re into vore?” I ask surprised.

“OH yeah, Cole here is a little gut slut~” Adam, his boyfriend who was slight more built said with a bright smile as he licked his lovers neck.

“Stop it baaaabe~“ Cole said clearly wanting more but with people around. “sooo yeah. Then four months later … here we are. Why you looking for someone special? maybe wanna try bein in a guys gut?” He said jokingly as i blushed.

“W-Well maybe,” i said embarrassed as the couple looked at me surprised. I explained to them how i wanted to do be eaten but also how adding to someone sounded hot. Adam being the ever caring pred offered to set me up with some of his friends who wouldn’t digest unless i asked for it but i told them it was okay as Cole began forcing me to download gurglr and help set up my profile. It wasn’t long before i found this hot pred who actually reached out to me first.

“Hey,” he said.

“hey.”

“You up,” i almost instantly left before quickly followed with “lol just kidding. Hows it going?”

From there we started talking, i found out his name was Ralf. It wasnt until the second day of chatting he asked me. “what are you looking for, exactly.”

“what do you mean?” i texted back.

“Like are you looking for catch and release or …”

It took me a little while to respond. “I dont know. i wanna be eaten but i don’t know if i wanna be let out.”

“thats fair. I do both just so you know.” Him letting me know he’d be willing to do either brought a smile to me.

“hey do you wanna meet up sometime soon?”

“Sure i happen to work at the pool not to far from here on the weekends.”

In life, Coach was a winner. He mentored many athletes in a variety of sports: NFL, Rugby, Soccer, Baseball, Basketball. Coach had a no-nonsense attitude and was a motivated strategist for his teams, with the athletic experience to back him up. Before Coach’s coaching days, he was a talented athlete who was admired and envied by his peers and competitors alike. 

However, on one stormy night after training, his car slid off the road and crashed. Suddenly finding himself ghostly and disembodied, Coach was not able to accept this as the end for himself. He had so many more athletes to train and more non-athletes to convert into jocks. And as such, his spirit remained on earth. 

Coach found comfort in haunting locations that were familiar to him. Such as stadiums, locker rooms, gyms. He found enjoyment in getting a reaction from unsuspecting jocks that were tired and sweaty after demanding training sessions or tough games. However, he always longed to have a strong, muscular body once again. 

After meeting a group of mischievous ghosts called the Ghostly Trio, Coach learned new ways to spook fleshies and spice up his afterlife. Out of all of the techniques he learned from the Trio, Coach was fixated on an ability that would allow him to temporarily come to life, by inhabiting so-called “meat bags.” This quickly became Coach’s favourite hobby and he loved squeezing into helpless fleshies to satisfy his earthly urges. 

Coach had been haunting a local gym for the past few days and enjoyed spooking the residents. He’d been messing with fleshie’s reflections and with the gym equipment. So many guys had looked in the mirror and freaked out as Coach ruined their gains or made them obese, turned their weights into jelly halfway through a set, and messed with the water pressure in the showers. Coach was about to move on to another spot to haunt when he noticed a particularly cocky redhead fleshie working out. Coach, invisible, floated in closer to assess him as a potentially “fitting” fleshie.  The man was quite beefy and almost as big as Coach was in life. Coach noticed how this fleshie would pop a smirk when chatting to the other residents. The man seemed to be quite popular and Coach overheard someone call him “Andy.”

Andy, sweating heavily, finished his workout and headed to the bathrooms. Coach followed closely, grinning, as Andy walked into the bathroom. Andy turned to the mirror, flexed and took a selfie.

“Damn you’re looking good!” He stated to himself.

“Why thanks, fleshie! I’ve been training.” A deep, authoritarian voice boomed.

Andy jumped and looked around the room, but couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, a big blue head, wearing a green cap popped out of the mirror.

“Heads up!” Coach yelled as he launched himself out of the mirror and collided with Andy. Andy gasped as he was knocked backwards by the muscular ghost and stumbled into the toilet cubicle door behind him. The door slammed open and Andy landed butt first onto the toilet.

Andy looked up at the hefty, disappointed-looking ghost floating above him.

“Buddy, we gotta work on your reflexes. Your reaction time was too slow!” Coach lectured.

Andy just looked dumbly up at Coach with a disorientated expression.

“How about we try some ‘personal’ training to work on your reflexes. Whaddya say?”

Andy tried to say something but the shock of the collision and fear of the bulky ghost floating above him caused his mouth to open and close dumbly like a fish. Andy started feeling uncomfortable as Coach looked his body up and down with a grin.

“Oh buddy, you look a bit out of it- how about I take the driver's seat for a bit?” Coach insisted.

“N-no...” Andy weakly whispered and started to get up from the toilet.

“Uh uh, not so fast meat-bag. Now- let’s huddle up!” Coach yelled as he held Andy’s thighs down with his huge ghostly arms. Andy was pinned down into the toilet by the huge beefy ghost and couldn’t move.

Coach smirked as he undid the fly on Andy’s shorts with one hand. Andy tried to slap Coach’s hand away but Coach was too strong and his hand was too slippery; he couldn’t get a grip. With Andy’s fly finally open, Coach smirked and plunged his ghostly head down into Andy’s shorts. Andy struggled as he felt the cold, huge head push into his underwear and find his cock. Andy yelped as he felt Coach’s cool, ectoplasmic head envelop his penis and then push into his piss slit. Coach suddenly pushed forward and his entire head popped into Andy’s cock causing Andy to yell and grab onto Coach’s shoulders. Andy moaned in fear as Coach’s large ghostly form was now squeezing through his fly into his underwear, creating a massive jiggling bulge in his pants. Coach laughed deeply as Andy tried to pull out his shoulders, but his ghostly body continued to squeeze in with a rubbery sound. Coach’s arms compacted in on themselves as his ghostly torso strained to squeeze into Andy’s dick. Andy could feel Coach’s huge body collect in his stomach, causing it to inflate. 

“Relax buddy, ol’ Coach is just gonna call the shots for a bit” Coach taunted. 

Andy moaned as the rest of Coach’s bulky tail slipped into his shorts, it looked like a massive jiggling water balloon was lodged underneath his underwear. Andy looked down in horror as the bulge shank and shrank until the last of Coach’s tail squirmed into his cock with a rubbery “Fwwp” and deep laugh from coach. 

Andy grabbed his now massive stomach and moaned as he felt the muscular ghost sitting inside of him. His stomach began to rumble and the ectoplasm began to deflate and spread through his body. Andy could feel Coach’s huge thighs slam down into his legs, bulging them out. Andy’s hips jolted forwards as Coach thrust his girthy cock into Andy’s, causing it to inflate into a huge hard-on. Andy let out a moan as the ghost was getting comfortable in his body. Coach squeezed his huge arms into Andy’s causing his biceps to bulge out even further. Suddenly Andy’s chest bulged out with a “fwomp” sound as his body made way for Coach’s huge pecs. Andy could feel Coach’s huge head slide up his neck which caused a huge bulge to be appear.

“No.. please let me go” Andy begged.

“Not a chance, fleshie” Coach laughed “Be a good sport for Coach and just let me take control, okay?”

Andy whimpered as Coach forced his huge head up into Andy’s head. It felt like a cool balloon had inflated into his head and completely filled it out. Andy's vision started to blur, his eyes rolled back and his body spasmed as Coach settled in. 

Suddenly Andy’s eyes opened and an uncharacteristically deep voice boomed from his mouth.

“Ahh what a nice body!” Coach laughed while smacking his slightly inflated stomach and squeezing his bulbous ass.

Coach flexed arrogantly in the mirror and took out his new phone for a selfie. Coach smirked and let his ghostly face, arms and thighs pop out as he snapped a selfie.

“This will be a fun little pic for you to find later, Andy” he teased.

Coach’s face snapped back into focus and grinned.

Derek stumbled on his feet, forced to rest his shoulder against the wall to keep himself standing. Every part of his body felt strangely warm. A feeling he couldn't quite describe other than that. He wiped away the sweat that formed along his forehead while trying to collect his thoughts. 

He didn't understand what was going on with him. Why was his body reacting like this? He tries to think back to what could cause this, but it's becoming hard for him to concentrate. His body starts to shift, some of his muscles softening into fat. His pecs and stomach drooping with his added weight gain. Derek staring down in disbelief. Not only does he have a thicker body type, but he can feel bristles of hair sprouting along his upper body.

When he feels the itching spreading to hus face he brings his hands up. Touching his fuller face, the dusting of scruff that covered his jaw gets thicker. Forming into a more prominent beard now. Derek's mind is in turmoil. He stumbles his way into his bathroom, staring in shock at the reflection staring back at him.

This isn't him he is looking at. This is some stranger, yet the stranger's reflection follows along with Derek's movements. This must be a dream. He tries to assure himself. This isn't real, no way was he this burly simple looking man. Realization hit him right then. Recalling an encounter he had earlier that day. How he made a off hand comment to some stranger about wishing he had a more simple life. 

Having mean a simple life that didn't involve the stress and past trauma Derek had endured that continued to haunt him. He didn't want to be like this, right? Looking at himself now Derek started to think he didn't look too bad. He would even go as far as to say he looked more attractive like this.

That thought made something in his mind click. His old identity quickly faded into nothing. Allowing for a new personality to form in place of who he once was. Shaking himself from his daze. Daryll rubbed his head, wondering what caused this strange dizzy spell he just felt. Shrugging it off, the blue collar bear leaves his bathroom to go on with his day. Not recalling anything that happened or of his prior life before now.

Written by Gayghostpossesion Commission request for Lookkinks Andy’s toned chest heaved as he lifted the barbell onto the rack above him. He lay on the bench and exhaled in relief as he finished his set. He took a few moments to catch his breath and eventually sat up. Andy was drenched in sweat; he had been training harder and harder lately. He was desperately trying to bulk up and get bigger, but he hit a plateau lately and wasn’t making any further progress. He knew that he was fairly muscular, but he wanted to get even bigger. He looked around the gym and checked out the other gym goers, who were in the middle of workouts or chatting with friends. Although everyone at the gym had different body shapes and were attractive in their own ways, Andy couldn’t take his eye off one large man in particular. Andy watched the beefy man reach down and deadlift what looked like 350 pounds of weight with envy. “One day I wanna look like that.” Andy huffed to himself. Andy rose from the bench and walked into the change rooms. He looked at himself in the mirror and while he appreciated his physique, he was disappointed that he was not bigger. Suddenly, Andy noticed something blue and round appear in the mirror. It looked like a bluish face was sneering from behind him. Startled, Andy quickly turned around and collided with something large. 

] “Hey, watch it!” a deep voice grumbled. Andy looked up at the annoyed face of the bodybuilder, and recognised him as the guy that was dead-lifting earlier. “Oh s-sorry I thought I saw something” Andy stuttered. The large man gave Andy a look of disapproval for a moment and then walked away towards the showers. “I must be seeing things,” Andy whispered to himself as he headed towards his locker. As he walked through the doorway, he noticed that one of the lights had stopped working and the room was very dim. As he approached his locker, the old pipes groaned above him as water flowed through them. “That guy must be having a shower now,” Andy whispered, although not sure just why he was whispering. Andy was unsettled by the strange sounds of the gym, as it was an old building that also served as a gym long ago. He suddenly realised how alone he was in the locker room and started to quickly gather his clothes from the locker. He felt self-conscious about showering at the gym and just wanted to go home and get changed. Suddenly, Andy heard a shrill creak to his left. He looked over and noticed an old, locked door. He had noticed this creepy door before but never gave much thought to it. Only now, the door was no longer locked and it was slightly ajar. A haze of disturbed dust spread through the room. Curious as to what caused the door to open, Andy cautiously tip-toed over to it. Andy covered his mouth from the dust and stifled a cough as he leaned over and looked through the door. Andy’s eyes widened in amazement as he noticed a large, decrepit locker room behind the modern one he was currently in. Andy slowly took a step into the room and looked around. A row of lockers were illuminated by rays of light leaking from holes in the broken ceiling. Andy squinted and could make out a shower room in the corner. The rusty showers could just be seen from the diluted light coming in from the dusty windows. Some old clothes and towels were littered on the floor. He was lost in the room's eerie beauty, when suddenly a glint of light coming from a locker caught Andy’s eye. Andy walked over to the slightly ajar locker and pulled open the locker door with a creak. He looked down and noticed a framed glass photograph. He wiped the thick layer of dust off the glass and inspected the contents of the photo. Andy could discern three attractive men flexing in the photo. The fit men were posing in different ways, showing off their muscled physiques. Andy looked closely at each person in the photo. One of the men was lean and toned, with a boyish charm. He had an immature yet charming smile. Another of the men was large and beefy, with thick thighs, pecs and a muscle gut. However Andy’s eyes were drawn to the man in the middle. This man was like a mixture of the others, fit and muscular, but not beefy or lean like the other men. This man’s face was lit up with a cocky grin; he was clearly the alpha of the group. Andy suddenly felt a wave of envy whilst looking at the man in the middle. “Wish I looked like him” Andy sighed and felt a sense of self-loathing. Andy looked closer and noticed that the three men had name-tags. The guy with the boyish charm was named Josh, the beefy man was named Trent, and the muscular man was Jake. Andy supposed that the trio were personal trainers for the old gym in the 50’s. His eyes wandered back over Jake’s muscular, rippling physique… Andy shook his head and laughed to himself “Why am I getting jealous over a dead guy?”

He scratched his head in embarrassment, put the photo frame back into the locker and turned towards the door he came from. As Andy was about to walk through the door, it suddenly slammed shut inches away from this face. “What the hell?” Andy jumped backwards and blinked heavily, the gust of wind blowing dust into his eyes. 

Andy suddenly heard a faint laugh from behind him. He spun around and squinted through his watery eyes. He thought he could see a strange blue figure standing in front of him. He panicked and quickly rubbed his eyes, which cleared most of the debris.

With the dust cleared from his eyes, Andy looked the strange figure up and down. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the muscular figure had no legs and only a long tail that wisped around above the ground. Andy’s eyes widened as he recognised the specter as Jake from the photograph. “Hey there fleshie, it's been a while since a bone bag like you has stumbled into this part of the gym” the figure grinned. “Wh-what are you?” Andy stuttered. “Well I'm a ghost of course, and one that can help you buff up in no time. That's what you want isn’t it?” Andy nodded dumbly, in fear but also curious as to how the ghost could help him. “Perfect, then let’s shake on in it and we’ll get to it then” Jake extended his ghostly arm towards Andy. Andy reluctantly shook his rubbery hand.

“Perfect, now open wide,” Jake grinned. 

“W- wait, hold on-“ Andy stuttered in confusion as Jake shoved his ghostly head into Andy’s gaping mouth with a pop. Andy’s eyes widened in horror as he could feel Jake’s ghostly form wiggling down his throat. Andy immediately grabbed onto Jake’s shoulders and began to push on the rubbery ectoplasmic form. Jake’s descent down Andy’s throat came to a halt as Andy continued to push. Jake grunted in frustration and wriggled harder down Andy’s throat. “Don’t be like that bone bag, you made a deal!” the invading ghost grunted in frustration “Boys, give me a hand!” Suddenly a deep laugh boomed from behind Andy. He felt two beefy biceps wrap around his arms. Andy strained as the huge ghost behind him slowly overpowered him and pinned his arms to his sides. Andy found himself wrapped in a tight bear hug and unable to move. “Alright, Jakey, the way’s clear now. Get him!” the huge ghost chuckled from behind Andy. “Thanks for that, Trent. I owe ya one!” Jake cackled from within Andy’s throat as he resumed his descent downwards. Andy moaned in horror as the ghost’s bluish translucent arms compacted on themselves as they wriggled deeper down his throat. He could feel Trent’s large hulking form pressing against his back as he was locked into place. Jake made his way into Andy’s tight stomach and it began to bulge, making room for the ghostly invader. To make matters worse, Andy could feel something thick and cold push between his ass cheeks. Andy’s eyes darted to the left and in his peripheral vision, he saw Trent’s big, ghostly face grinning down at Andy. It didn’t take long for Andy to realise that there was a beefy ghost cock pressed against his hole. Andy moaned as Jake’s tail began to descend further and further into him. The ghostly tail whipped around furiously as the last of it slurped down Andy’s throat with a grunt from Andy and a cackle from Jake. With Jake inside the fleshie, Trent plopped a wet kiss on Andy’s neck and released him. Andy stumbled forward while holding his inflated stomach. “Good boy. That wasn’t so bad now was it, fleshie?” Trent laughed behind Andy. Andy just groaned and rubbed his stomach, it felt like a massive balloon was sitting heavily in his stomach. “Now... my turn!” Trent grinned as he approached Andy with considerable speed. Andy looked up in horror at the hulking host flying towards him. Suddenly, Trent’s stomach collided with Andy’s with a “BOING” and knocked him to the floor. Andy’s inflated stomach hit the ground with a “BLORP” sound and jiggled like crazy. Jake yelled from inside Andy’s stomach “OUCH! Trent, watch out, there's precious cargo in here!” 

“Sorry Jakey,” Trent rubbed his head “Now move over because this is gonna be a tight fit!” Trent laughed deeply as he pulled down Andy’s workout shorts. Trent stared at Andy’s bubble butt as he lay helplessly on the ground. Andy, horrified at what was going to happen next, tried to crawl away.

“Geronimo!” Trent yelled as he launched himself at Andy’s bare ass. Trent’s ghostly head squeezed into Andy’s tight hole with a pop and yelp from Andy. Trent’s shoulders and arms compacted into themselves like goo and slurped into Andy’s asshole. It looked like a huge, muscular balloon was working its way into Andy’s asshole. Andy’s hole stretched open wider as Trent grunted and tried to fit his large form in. Andy felt unbelievably full as the bulky ghost entered his stomach, and let out a moan as Trent’s ectoplasm pushed on his prostate. Trent chuckled from inside Andy “That’s it fleshie, just relax and let the rest of Uncle Trent in.” Most of Trent’s ectoplasm had already squeezed into Andy, and now only Trent’s thick tail was left wagging outside of Andy’s widened hole. “Are you in yet?” Jake called out impatiently from inside Andy’s stomach. Snapping back to reality, Andy clenched his asshole with as much force as he could in protest. “Hmmph?” Trent grunted as his descent stopped. He wriggled his tail in harder but with no success. “Hey, come on fleshie, we just want to make you nice and big. Just like you asked!” “N-no! Get out of me- I don’t want this anymore!” Andy argued.

Andy suddenly heard a high pitched giggle from above him. He looked upwards to see a lean, skinnier ghost floating above him. “Hey fleshie the name’s Josh, and it looks like you need some help,” the toned ghost giggled. “Yes please get them out of me!” Andy begged. Josh reached down and plopped a wet kiss on Andy’s lips, causing him to recoil in confusion. Josh flew over to Andy’s exposed ass and looked thoughtfully at the fat tail trying to wriggle into Andy.

“Oh I see, you’ve got a nasty case of attempted possession! I’ll give you a hand, bone bag,” Josh giggled as he grabbed onto Trent’s fat tail and pulled. “D’ow! Why are you helping the fleshie, Josh?” Trent groaned as his tail slowly inflated out of Andy. Andy sighed in relief as the huge ghost slowly slid out of him, relieving the pressure in his stomach. “And here we go!” Josh yelled as he whipped Trent’s ghostly tail backwards like a slingshot and released. This caused Andy to unclench his asshole in shock. Trent’s tail slingshotted into Andy’s hole with a “POP” and yelp from Andy. Trent immediately landed in Andy’s stomach as Andy yelped out in shock. Andy rolled over and looked down at his huge stomach, groaning. His stomach had inflated to an enormous size to accommodate it’s two new ghostly inhabitants. “You’re looking pretty full there fleshie, aren't you?” Josh teased. Andy only looked up at the toned ghost and dumbly nodded. Josh noticed that Andy’s workout shouts were straining against his now excessive waistline. “Let me help you out a bit,” Josh giggled as he pulled down Andy’s shorts and underwear, revealing his semi-hard cock. 

As soon as Josh slid off his shorts, Andy’s huge stomach jiggled and moved to accommodate the extra room. Josh looked down at Andy’s semi-hard cock and grinned. “So Andy… I reckon you can fit one more in ya, don’t you think?” Josh giggled as he flew into the air. “No, I can't take any more!” Andy begged. “Naww fleshie it's too late, you're ours now!” Josh yelled as he dove head first into Andy’s piss slit with a pop. Andy yelped in shock as a deflating rubbery noise filled the room. Andy tried to reach down and grab Josh’s spectral form but his enormous stomach was blocking his way. He could feel Josh descend deeper into this cock and reach his stomach. Josh was laughing as his tail slowly sank deeper into Andy. The sound of a deflating balloon increased in pitch as Josh pulled the rest of his tail into Josh with a pop. Andy yelped as he felt the ghost fit entirely inside his cock and join the other ghosts in his stomach.

Andy felt filled out and tight with all three ghosts studs inside of him. He looked down at his stomach which had turned into a grotesquely enormous bulge. His huge stomach jiggled as all three ghosts chucked, cackled and giggled from within. “Alright boys, I'll take his legs” the boyish voice of Josh giggled from Andy’s stomach. Andy looked down in horror as he felt the ghost wiggle down from his bulging stomach and down into his thighs. He felt a sense of relief as his stomach deflated slightly, but let out a small yelp as the ghost started to fill out his legs. Andy watched the ghost descend downwards as it giggled mischievously. Andy could feel Josh’s strong legs slip down into his, making them inflate with a “PFFFT” sound. “No!” Andy shouted as he reached down to his thighs and gripped them tightly arms. It was a struggle to grab his legs as his enormous stomach was blocking his way but he managed to get a grip on his legs and squeeze tight. Andy could feel the ectoplasm underneath his skin trying to squirm downwards, but his grip had stopped Josh’s descent. “What's the problem ol’ Andy?” Josh laughed from inside Andy’s stomach “You wanted to get bigger didn't ya?” “Y-yeah but I didn’t mean for you to take my body” Andy whimpered. “Well it’s too late for that fleshie. Trent, can ya help me out?” Josh taunted. Andy heard a deep laugh from his stomach and felt a huge ghostly mass move upwards to his chest. Andy’s chest bulged out as the huge ghostly body of Trent pushed his way upwards. Trent wriggled his pecs into Andy’s with a chuckle which caused them to inflate with a “BLORMP” sound. Andy’s pecs ballooned out with significant force and hit Andy’s chin, causing his head to slam back and hit the ground. Andy let out a cry of pain and released his grip on his legs. 

“No, no!” Andy shouted as he felt Josh’s legs wriggle down into his own with a giggle. As Andy lay helpless on the ground, he looked up at the ceiling and caught sight of his reflection. Andy watched as his calves and feet inflated as Josh fit his ghostly legs entirely into his own. He noticed how much bigger and toned his legs looked with Josh inside of them. Josh’s ghostly toes popped into Andy’s own and they wiggled with a mind of their own. While Josh made himself comfortable inside, Trent started to slip his huge arms into Andy’s. Trent chuckled as he squeezed his meaty arms down into Andy’s toned arms. Andy moaned as he felt the thick ectoplasm strain against his skin and squeeze down his arms. Andy watched his reflection as the muscular ghost filled out his pecs and forearms. Andy could feel Trent’s huge, meaty hands slip into his own. “So nice and snug” Trent chuckled as he slipped his thick fingers into Andy’s, causing them to almost double in thickness. Just when Andy thought the big ghost inside him was done, his arms flexed involuntarily. Andy’s biceps suddenly inflated into an enormous size with a “BLORP” sound. Andy looked at his grotesquely huge biceps with a sick sense of glee, as he reached his ideal body shape. 

“Alright boys, now i’ll take control” Jake commanded as he wriggled up into Andy’s neck. Andy’s neck bulged as Jake forced his head upwards. Andy watched Jake wriggle upwards in a sense of sick satisfaction. He started to feel lightheaded as Jake filled out his head. “Let go Andy, you’ll be huge when we’re done,” Jake cackled. Andy gurgled as he felt the ectoplasm slowly fill his head. Suddenly there was a loud pop as his neck returned to normal size. Andy’s eyes rolled back as his head was completely filled out with ectoplasm. With a thud sound, Andy’s relaxed and a cocky grin lit up his face. “Ah, that's more like it” Jake’s cocky voice cackled from Andy’s mouth. Andy’s innocent-looking face looked wrong with Jake’s malicious grin beaming through it. 

Jake reached back and slapped his new bubble butt with a rubbery squeaking sound. “Hey, watch it!” Trent’s deep voice grumbled as the big ghost took control “That’s my ass in there.” Trent suddenly grunted and shoved his ass backwards. Trent’s ass cheeks had plumped outwards with a “BLORP” giving Andy a huge bubble but. Rubbing his new enormous butt in satisfaction, Trent noticed that the young man had perked a boner during the possession process. “Ooh you got a bit excited there lil’ Andy didn’t ya?” Trent reached down to stroke his inflated cock. Before he had a chance, his face quickly turned to a whiny pout.  “That ain’t your cock in there big fella” Josh complained from Andy’s mouth. “That's my dick inside his, so I get first dibs!” Josh licked his lips as he reached into Andy’s briefs and started to stroke his stolen cock. With each stroke, Andy’s dick grew in size as Josh’s ectoplasm fully engorged Andy’s smaller dick from the inside.

“Not so fast, Joshy,” Jake hissed as he took control “We made this fleshie a promise and we’re decent ghouls aren't we? Let's go and make this bone-bag’s dreams come true!”

Trent and Josh grunted in protest, but didn’t try to take control from their leader.

Jake strutted Andy’s body towards a dusty mirror in the corner of the room. Every step forward made Jake’s body jiggle like crazy as it was filled to the brim by ghostly ectoplasm. Jake looked at his new and improved body up and down with a satisfied grin.

Andy’s stomach was no longer an enormous obese stomach, as the ghosts had spread throughout his body. The ghosts had stretched Andy’s poor body to its maximum limit, and his stomach was still slightly inflated due to this. Jake stroked his massive pecs which had inflated into a pair of muscular man boobs. He slapped his inflated ass and thick thighs which jiggled with a “BLORP” sound due to the ectoplasm sitting underneath. He flexed his grotesquely huge biceps with a cocky grin. Andy’s helpless body had been completely transformed and his wish had come true. Only… Jake was no longer in control.

“Now boys, we’ve made some great improvements! But lets give this bone bag the best work out of his life and buff him up even more,” Jake grinned.

“Yeah, let's do it, I'm a bit cramped in here!” Trent’s deep voice responded. 

“Before we do that… why don't we have some fun with some of the hotties at the gym!” Josh giggled.