Jackson looks good as always, dancing and have a blast during his time at Coachella. But when he's showing these pictures to his bros, they can sense there's something weird about it. They just can't figure it out.

Can you guys help? Is there something wrong? 😈

For anyone else, it'd make sense to just pack it in and start fresh. But Jack was nothing if not a stubborn man, and he'd already shown the client he was writing this for the first draft and they loved it, so he couldn't turn back now. He'd rather die than admit defeat, especially to one pathetic line of one pathetic song.

His friends had been suggesting for days now that he just take a break, and as much as he didn't want to, and definitely didn't want to prove them right, he had to agree that a break would probably help his head start working again. So when his friends, Alex and Jonah, invited him out for drinks one night, while he still refused, he did take a break as suggested. Intentionally making sure to walk away from the city centre, knowing there'd be a higher chance of encountering them there, he set out for a late night walk and some fresh air.

Itd been about 30 minutes of walking when he heard it. A faint strumming of a guitar, playing the exact notes of the song he had written. For a minute, Jack just stopped, baffled and convinced he was going mad. Only the client had heard if so far, and even then theyd only heard an early version, but this was almost exactly how the guitar sounded in his song now. He pinched himself, and could still hear it. He covered his ears, it went silent. But again, as soon as he removed his hands from over his ears, he could hear it again. Baffled and honestly a little scared, he started inching towadds the direction he believed the sound was coming from.

He walked for about 30 more minutes, convinced he was going mad because it seemed no matter which direction he went, the sound never got any louder or quieter. He must be going insane, he thought, and the realisation broke him for a second. Weeks of hard work, weeks of being stuck and wanting to scream and punch his computer and destroy everything in his house over this one line and then the ONE time he goes for a break, its still there, taunting him, hurting him. Maybe he just wasn't cuf out for all this. Maybe-

A sudden cold sharp feeling. He curled into it in pain, his chest feeling like it had just been stabbed by an icicle. He gasped in shock and pain. Everything felt wrong. His chest was fine, nothing visibly wrong, maybe he was having some sort of chest issue?-

There it was again, in his arms this time. A yelp escaped his throat as he felt it in his legs this time too, collapsing to the ground. Then, as sudden as the pain started, it stopped. Jack sat there in silence for a few minutes, breathing heavily, before he realised.

The song had stopped.

Maybe he really was going insane, or maybe it was something else, but for some unknown reason the lack of that song terrified him. Like a primal, instinctual fear, goosebumps all over his body as he started to breathe even heavier panicking as-

"It's okay, lad"

He looked around quickly, trying to figure out who spoke. "Who's there? Don't come near me, I'm armed!" He shouted, voice trembling.

"Shhhhh, lad. Calm. You're safe with me, fam."

"I'm warning you, I'll-"

"What, gasp me to death? You won't do anything mate, now calm the fuck DOWN." The last word reverberated through him, and Jack obeyed. Without even trying, he was suddenly calm again. The voice didn't give him chance to speak before talking again.

"You need help, lad. I can tell. You need a lad like me to show you how to LIVE, ey? Well, I can help with that."

Jack nodded, accepting the voice's words. He hadn't noticed it yet, but his arms were moving on their own. He was too enraptured by the voice to know what was happening outside his own head.

"That's a good lad, look at those arms. Definitely good, but could use some work, ey? GROW 'em for me lad."

His arms obeyed, somehow growing and pulsating larger, the muscles more and more defined by the second. His arms were groping his chest, and legs, rubbing all over his body and he shuddered uncontrollably.

"Now then, let's put a SMILE on that face, ey?" Jack grinned in response, "Muchhh better lad. Though ya could do with a beard eh? Make ya manlier, BETTA." His beard immediately grew in, framing his jaw perfectly.

"Good.... goooodd. Lookin better already. Now, go get that guitar will ya lad. Can't play a masterpiece without ya instrument after all." Almost like a zombie, Jack stood, moving on autopilot to the window of the guitar shop across the road. Without even hesitating, he slammed his fist through the window, the alarm not bothering him at all, as he grasped the guitar firmly and confidently, slinging it into position and starting to mess with the strings, tuning it. As he did, he heard the voice start moaning and laughing in ecstasy as he played, his body pulsing, growing, changing. His legs became two solid blocks of steel, powerful and standing strong, as his ass became firmer and rounder, befitting of a sex god like him. His chest expanded, lungs growing stronger, letting him belt out songs easily, as his voice deepened, changing to be sexier, sultrier, cockier. Abs growing in, shoulders broadening, neck thickening. "Fuckkkkk..." he moaned as his adam's apple grew larger, his voice sounding incredible. The moaning voice merged with his own, both echoing inside his head, until they were one, and the same. Hearing the sirens of police cars wailing in the distance, no doubt headed to stop his theft of the guitar, he sprung into a run, sprinting faster than ever before away, into the night. Jack the burned out songwriter was gone, and now, Jack the rockstar was gonna take his place on the stage, in the limelight, fucking and rocking his way to superstardom. His phone buzzed as he ran, a text from Jonah. "Hope you're doing well man, sorry you couldn't make it." Jack smirked to himself. He could do with a bandmate or two, and now he knew just the targets...

Cameron has never been the sharpest tool in the shed. It was because of his sheer lack of observation skills that he ended up at The Golden Body gym— a gym he had never even signed for. Cameron had signed up for Silver Barbells instead, but that didn’t stop him from waltzing right in without a care in the world. Fortunately for him, the staff at Golden Body were incredibly understanding and patient in explaining Cameron’s mistake to him. They were even kind enough to give him a free workout for the day without him having an official membership with Golden Body! 

Unfortunately, however, the people behind Golden Body held a very serious principle when it came to their clientele. The Golden Body gym was made by Black people, for Black people, and Cameron with his pale peach skin simply did not fit the bill. But despite this, the front desk staff let Cameron in knowing that the problem would resolve itself one way or another. 

Once Cameron was done hitting arms, he decided to spend some time in the gym’s steam room before heading home. Cameron stripped down to just his underwear and a towel, then walked over to the room. He was ecstatic to find it was empty. Score! He was greeted by a staff member who held the door open for him.

“Welcome sir, we hope you enjoy our steam room.”

Cameron thanked the staff and helped himself in. He cranked the temperature level up, then took a seat against the wooden bench. As he waited for the heat to kick in, Cameron took a few deep breaths. Within just a few minutes, he was starting to sweat. He closed his eyes, took off his towel, and leaned back against the wall as he let the steam room melt away his fatigue. As he relaxed, an alarming amount of steam began to flood the steam room. A spirit had entered the room posing as steam. It had completely enveloped Cameron, but he was too busy enjoying the heat to notice. The spirit wrapped itself around Cameron’s legs as it slowly crept up to his groin. Once there, it began entering Cameron’s body through his dick. 

“Aww fuck!!”

Cameron threw his head back in pleasure as his body seized from the warm sensation spreading around in his junk. He was in too much pleasure to move, giving the ghastly steam the opportunity to fully invade his body. The spirit continued swimming down Cameron’s flaccid member and into his testicles. His balls began to swell up in size as more and more of the spirit occupied his body. Once the spirit took control over his nuts, it overwrote his body’s original programming. Instead of making Cameron’s cum, the spirit forced his balls to start producing its old DNA instead. Cameron’s body began to produce an obscene amount of semen, causing his balls to hang low as they grew heavy with cum. Cameron writhed as he felt his reproduction system working overtime under the spirit’s command. 

Once his balls were full, the spirit started redirecting its DNA into the rest of Cameron’s body, causing his body to transform as a result. His pale skin began to gradually darken. The spirit's DNA pumping throughout Cameron's body had tricked it into producing more melanin. At the same time, his quads and thighs grew in size. They became well-toned with muscle. Cameron shifted in his seat. His ass blew up like a balloon until he had a nice, perky bubble butt to call hus own. His cock grew in size too. Cameron already had a respectable size, but the spirit wanted its new vessel to have its 8 inch endowment too. His dick stretched out and swelled up with girth until it hung low under its own weight. Between his new hung like a horse cock and balls as well as a fat ass, Cameron’s underwear were now a size too small for him. He had an obscene bulge protruding from his Calvin Klein briefs thanks to his new endowment, though ill-fitting underwear was the least of Cameron’s worries.

Cameron kept his head hung back and his mouth wide open as the lower half of his body transformed, which provided the spirit another entrance into his body. The spirit wasted no time in entering Cameron through his mouth, sending additional waves of warmth reverberating throughout his body. Once inside, Cameron’s torso began to transform too. His ab lines became increasingly visible as layers of stubborn body fat melted off his body. One by one, his abdominals popped out into an aesthically pleasing six pack. His chest swelled up with size until he had a set of plump, heavy pecs. His pecs were soft and squishy, making them perfect to grab and squeeze. But once Cameron flexed his chest muscles, his pecs became firm with muscle, perfect for pec popping.

His arms were impacted by the spirit's transformation too. Cameron always had biceps, but he could never get them to grow in size. Thankfully, the spirit had no problem forcing the muscle tissues in his arms to rapidly break down and repair. Everytime they did, Cameron’s biceps grew just a little bigger than before until he had impressive, well-sculpted cannons to call his own. Between the heat radiating off his body due to transforming and having just worked out arms, Cameron’s armpit smell became particularly potent. The smell of his own musk filled his nose and caused him to smile from the delightful scent. Cameron flexed both arms and helped himself to more of his own smell.

After Cameron’s body had been completely transformed, the spirit only had one last thing to do: take control. From inside Cameron’s body, the spirit began moving upwards until it reached his head. Once there, the spirit slammed itself into Cameron’s brain and possessed his mind.

"Umphhh.. nghhhh..."

Cameron jolted from the impact. Within minutes, he felt his very own sense of identity changing into the spirit that possessed him. Memories, opinions, likes, dislikes, everything was changing to match the spirit's identity. As it happened, the increasing levels of melanin in Cameron's body caused his face to transform too. His overall skin color had darekened until he looked undeniably like a Black man. His jawline grew sharper along with his cheek bones. His teeth whitened until he had the perfect smile. The slight dusting of body hair Cameron had had fallen off. Meanwhile, facial hair began growing in on his once completely smooth face. A mustache and goatee grew in, completely Cameron’s new look as a lightskin fuck boy. It was complete, now Cameron had an all new identity that matched the preferred clientele of The Golden Body gym.

"Whewww fuckk man.... Having a body feels so damn good...!" Cam said to himself in a deep voice. He massaged his throat with every word he said. The sensation of having a voice was almost erotic for a former spirit like him. As he took the time to look over his new body, another man had entered the steam room.

"Hey wassup man! Sheeeeesh you looking fine as hell!" The man said to him. Cam grinned, then dapped him up.

"Nah nah, that's all you bro!! Care to join me, sexy?"

Gourgeist and transformation?

Rita and Aria looked at each other pensively before turning their attention back to the tangled mass of vines and bulbous gourds in the field before them. The sun having already dipped below the treeline in the distance, a mournful twilight hung in the sky above as the sound of distant kricketot and poliwag drifted across the fields.

"It's just a quick sprint, right? That's all..." Rita swallowed nervously as Aria nodded. Her agreement provided little reassurance. "We can do this. Stacy said those pokedolls are as good as ours if we do this. Just one run through Farmer Annabeth's fields. I doubt they're even haunted!"

Everyone understood that Farmer Annabeth's fields were haunted. A frequent site of dares and pranks. But also a site of several disappearance over the years. Parents warned their kids to stay clear, but still, every few years, another disappearance would shake the town's resolve.

Now, Rita and Aria, home for a brief autumn break before returning to university in just a few days, weighed their desire for the exclusive, one-of-a-kind pokedolls against their fear of a field dubiously connected to disappearances and urban legends.

"Together." Aria said. She held out her hand and Rita took it in solidarity. It would barely be a minute of running. The tangle would clearly provide resistance, but the two had traversed much worse terrain in their teen years, traveling the world side-by-side and training as a team.

Now, it was just them. Their pokemon left behind per Stacy's stipulations. Would she have even known if they cheated? The question hardly mattered as their feet took off, charging through the pumpkin fields as fast as they could. Hand-in-hand, the girls sprinted over root and snarl. Avoiding gourds and rocks with ease. Not a creature stirred, though signs of their activity remained. The upturned dirt where diglett and drillbur had surely tunneled. The seed and berry remains scattered by bunneary and pachirisu preparing for winter. Loose Honchkrow feathers strewn across a clearly underperforming scarecrow. Pumpkaboo vines writhing in the dirt.

Wait-

Rita hit the dirt, her foot caught in a snarling vine, ripping her hand from Aria's grasp. She collapsed into the patch with a yelp and Aria came to a frantic halt. She turned to see her friend, face down, quickly being surrounded by churning vines. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be real.

Rita looked up, reached a hand out for her friend to grasp, but already something strange was happening. Stretching her arm forward became more and more difficult. Her appendages in general felt constrained. Difficult to move. Difficult to sense. The vines pulled her down, closer to the dirt. Closer to the pumpkin that was beginning to swallow her legs. She was disappearing into the massive gourd. She tried to scream but no sound came from her throat. She could feel her body elongating and shifting from within. Her arms fusing to her torso. Her torso becoming thin and long, indistinguishable from her neck and head.

All the while, Aria watched on in horror. She watched as Rita's hair grew long and wispy, the ends twisting into grasping limbs that reached out for Aria as she stumbled back. The pumpkin that now made up her friend's lower half opened eyes and lips in a sinister smile. The look of terror on Rita's newly restructured face smiled in turn. Her lips parted just slightly for an unfamiliar voice to emerge. "Gooooour..."

In her horror, Aria couldn't resist the vines pulling her to her knees. She felt the pumpkin slipping around her feet and Rita's hands on her face, reshaping her terrified grimmace into a gourgeist's grin. She could feel herself changing just as her friend had, and gave into the feelings. Her corporeal form fading as she became one with the field just like Rita. Just like so many before them.

Rotom Constanze

"Alright, that should be the last of it."

Yosef was sealing the lid on a Mason jar after he completed a house visit. He used his strength to seal the jar as tight as he could. Inside the jar was a mass of blue slime, and although it could glow in the dark, it didn't move while it was trapped.

"You should be good to go now," Yosef said to his client while he set the jar aside. His client was laid out naked on his bed, breathing heavily and face flushed.

"Thank you...... So much..... You're..... Lifesaver...." the naked man said in between exhales. He then extended his arm to give Yosef a handshake. Although Yosef was glad to be able to help another possessed person escape their ghost, he was repulsed by this gesture and turned it down.

"I'm not touching that until you shower with hot water. God knows what you got up to last night..."

After exchanging goodbyes, Yosef helped himself out the door. He walked to his car with the jar in hand. Yosef opened the passenger door and tucked the jar into the seat with a safety belt on. He then pulled out a beer and proceeded to chug it down in one smooth motion. Afterwards he threw the can down the street and let out a loud burp. Yosef sniffed his breath and groaned.

"When did I have Taco Bell? Weird..."

While Yosef downed that beer, the slime inside the jar began to glow a faint blue light. It caught Yosef's attention, and he rolled his eyes at the sight of it.

"What's the matter? You want this?" Yosef then teased the slime by showing it his exposed body.

This caused the slime to glow brightly. Yosef grinned.

"Yeah? You like that? WELL TOO FUCKING BAD!"

Yosef grabbed the jar and shook it violently until the slime stopped glowing. Once it did, Yosef put it back into the passenger seat.

"Disgusting. Selfish little rat."

He then hopped into the driver's seat and began the long car ride back home, where he would be hosting someone for a hook up later that night.

Yosef had gone to the next city after getting a call from a client requesting a house visit. He originally planned to turn down the request, but with rent due in a few days, Yosef couldn't afford to be picky with his work. Although Yosef was technically unemployed in a legal sense, he had under the table work that kept him afloat. The unofficial nature of his job was because he was an exorcist by trade. Ever since Yosef was a child, he had the extraordinary ability to see the spirits of the deceased.

And he hated it. He used to start every day with cursing God for giving him his gift.

Having a superpower was nothing like comic books or cartoons on TV portrayed it to be. So far as Yosef knew, he was the only one with this ability. Meaning he had to suffer the psychological damage of interacting with the undead by himself. Even his own family didn't believe him until they found Yosef unconscious after a particularly fatal encounter. Only then did his parents finally move away from their house next to the cemetery. The paranormal encounters never stopped, however, but luckily Yosef grew apathetic towards ghosts as he grew up. Now he viewed ghosts the same way he did cockroaches. They were pests, and he was their exterminator. He was grateful to help get rid of all the evil ghosts that did nothing but possess people for their own selfish needs, but ghosts still irked him to his core...

The slimy ghost kept glowing within its confinement as Yosef drove down the highway. He groaned everytime it made too much noise and flicked the jar to get it to shut up. Normally ghosts were much more docile once they were captured, but the blue one Yosef had caught that night was particularly feisty. While Yosef tried his best to just ignore it, it was starting to get on his last nerve with how fidgety it was.

While Yosef was driving, he had received a text from the guy he was planning to fuck once he got home. The bluetooth on his car read the 5 word text out loud for him.

Can't make it anymore, sorry.

Yosef heard the text, then immediately began to pull over to the side of the road. He took in a sharp breath, then exhaled. He then yelled at the top of his lungs while slamming on the dashboard.

"Fuck man! I've been waiting 7 whole days for this and this fucker just blows me off!? What the fuck!!"

As Yosef was breathing heavily out of frustration, he could see the ghost was still flickering its light out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly to watch the slime's glow for a second. Then, his eyes widened when an idea hit him.

"Alright alright fine! You want a body that badly then you're gonna help me jerk off!!"

Yosef proceeded to roll up the windows to cut off the air circulation then turned off his car. He opened the glove box and pulled out a handbag he had stored in there. He then threw both the bag and the Mason jar to the backseats, then slid to the backseat himself.

Yosef stripped down until his body was fully nude. Between his Persian genetics and having never touched a razor blade, Yosef's body was covered in bushy hair. He snuggled into the seat. The leather felt seats always felt good against his bare ass. The musky scent of his hairy pits hit him right away. He purposefully hadn't showered in the past two days to preserve his natural smell. But now that his hook up had canceled on him, Yosef was free to take in his musk for himself.

He took several whiffs of his pit stink as he began stroking his cock. The smell of his own sweaty pheromones filled his nose with delight with every inhale. His dick had hardened to its full length within minutes. He let his boner hang out while he grabbed his hand bag. Yosef opened it up and pulled out cock rings of various sizes. He looked them over, then picked a ring that was just right in size. He lathered it up with lube, gave his cock a couple more pumps to make sure it was rock hard, then slid it down his shaft until it sat firmly around the base of his member.

"Oh yeah, that's good..." Yosef said with baited breath. He then continued to jerk off in the backseat of his car. The cock ring made his dick throb as he kept stroking it. His veins were bulging, his curly pubes were moist from precum, his face was flushed with sweat. Yosef was having the time of his life after not having busted a nut in over a week.

The whole time Yosef was jerking off, the slime ghost was watching him from within its glass jar. The ghost was shining the brightest as it watched. It had begun to slam itself against the walls of the jar too. It was becoming feral.

The noise distracted Yosef from climaxing. Luckily that worked in his favor, as it helped remind him not to cum yet. He slowed down his strokes. He turned to look at the ghost and smirked at it.

"Alright, you're up!"

Yosef reached out to the jar. He carefully unscrewed the lid but held it closed with his hand. He positioned it over his dick and lowered it down slowly. Once it was hovering right over the tip of his dick, he quickly took off the lid and shoved his dick into the jar. The ghost immediately jumped at the chance of freedom. It expanded its form and began to invade Yosef through the slit of his dick.

"Oh fuckk!!!"

Yosef threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the ghost possess him. He could his throbbing member fill up with the ghost's presence as the seconds passed by. The ghost did not hold back from entering his body as quickly as it could. But what it didn't know was that Yosef was still in full control of the situation. Because of the tight cock ring, the ghost couldn't invade the rest of Yosef's body. It was stuck inside of his dick, causing it to blow up in both size and girth due to the ghostly presence inside of his shaft.

"Fuck yeahhh man, I'm fucking hung now, holy shit!!" Yosef shouted as he took hold of his new engorged cock. He began stroking it again, but this time with both hands. His moans became louder. The sensitivity of his groin became more sensitive while under partial possession, making his pleasure increased tenfold.

The ghost was in pure agony. It was getting thrashed as Yosef kept jerking off with it trapped inside his dick. Yosef was stroking himself off with a firm grip and a fast pace. The ghost couldn't take it, it had to leave no matter what! But as its ghostly tail began to leak out Yosef's dick, he grabbed onto it with an iron grip.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? You're not done till I say you're done!"

Yosef then yanked the ghost out of his dick. He held it close to his face and then spit a massive ball of spit at it. He then threw it to the floor of his car and stomped on it. Yosef could feel the ghost struggling desperately to escape, but his foot held it down in place. The ghost was forced to endure both the weight Yosef was holding it down along with the rank smell of his sweaty feet too.

Yosef reached back into his handbag. He pulled out a velvet felt string this time. He then tied the string around his ankle. Once it was tied nice and tight, Yosef proceeded to rub his foot into the ghost, forcing it to possess his foot. Desperate to escape the stench of his feet, the ghost willingly possessed his foot. But because of the string, the ghost was once again trapped inside only one part of Yosef's body. Yosef moaned like crazy as he felt the cold sensations of getting possessed spread around his feet. He still had the same cool pleasure in his dick too, and he knew he needed to capitalize on it before it was gone.

"Whewww fuck! You know how to please your master huh, now let's see how you taste..."

Yosef brought his possessed foot up to his face. He leaned in and planted his face into the palm of his foot. He then took a deep inhale of his foot odor. The combined scent of sweaty manly musk with socks that had been worn all day drove him crazy horny.

While keeping one hand on his foot, Yosef used his other hand to reach down to his dick and gather up a good handful of precum. He slathered up his foot with precum, then proceeded to lick it clean. Yosef licked between and around his toes, while occasionally sucking on his big toe. He could feel the hair on his tongue, but he ignored it as he enjoyed the smell and taste of his foot. The taste of his own cum and the ectoplasm the ghost left on his foot after possessing it reminded Yosef of a sweet, tangy, fruity taste. It was delicious, and left him hungry for more.

Suppressed moans escaped Yosef's mouth while he continued licking his foot clean. Yosef was having the time of his life. What made it even hotter to him was the knowledge that the ghost was under his control. The ghost could only possess what he let it possess, and even then, it had no choice but to submit his sexual desires, no matter how dirty or smelly they were.

Yosef groaned. His cock was bulging, ready to burst with cum. Once he was satisfied licking his foot, Yosef used the string to force the ghost out of him again. He pushed the string down his foot, causing the ghost to leak out. It tried to escape again, but it couldn't escape Yosef's swift handiwork. He grabbed it, then molded it into a fleshlight shape.

Yosef then held it over his dick and proceeded to fuck the shit out of it. The sounds of Yosef's moans and his low hanging balls slapping against the ghost filled his car. Wanting to escape getting fucked, the ghost decided to possess Yosef through his dick again. Unfortunately, in its moment of distress, the ghost had forgotten Yosef had a cock ring on. It was once again trapped inside of Yosef's cock.

A grin spread across Yosef's face. The ghost kept falling into his little trap, forcing it to be his sex toy. That feeling of dominance added to his pleasure.

Then, after an hour of masturbating, Yosef finally climaxed. He let out a bellowing moan as heavy loads began spurting out of him. Load after load of warm spunk mixed with ghostly ectoplasm shot out of his cock like a fire hose while he was left gasping after every load. The bodily sensations of edging an orgasm and getting possessed made the sexual warmness spread all around his body. Within a minute, both his car and his body were drenched in body and paranormal fluids. Yosef was left panting for breath and his face was blush red after an intense climax.

The ghost got shot out of Yosef's dick along with the stream of cum. It was horrified of Yosef. As Yosef was catching his breath, the ghost began to disappear, ready to pass onto the next life. But just before it could, Yosef caught it with the Mason jar.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere!" Yosef stared into the jar with a twinkle in his eyes. It was then that shift in his mindset had occurred. He was so used to just exorcizing ghosts, getting paid, then just moving on with his life. But after using a ghost for his own desires, something clicked inside of Yosef. Something that made him smile.

"You're mine, forever and always..." Yosef smiled, glaring down at the captured ghost, while the ghost whimpered in defeat. The predator had become the prey.