Ghost Hunk

Some time later, Bloke smiles as he walks out of yet another nightclub full of properly bred bottoms – his cock currently swollen to the girth of a wrist and at least 9 inches flaccid. He’s currently wearing a red T-shirt and a novelty gold medal that reads [ANUS SMASHER] and absolutely no pants, letting his member dripping with cum bob in the air and his testicles loose in the air.

“Well, think my balls had enough unloading for now” Bloke boasts to himself as he walks down the sidewalk. His nuts, now the size of oranges, swing and bob blow his massive cock while his meat slaps his thighs as he goes.

“Now I think I’m guuhh-aahhhh…” His body irks and his hips buck about, “I guhhhhoooaauuhh!” His spine undulates as his limbs spazz and his mouth quirks a squeak as his eyes twitch from shifting cyan/brown again, “Uh-oh. Big boy’s fighting back agaaaHAAAiiiinnn!”

His cheeks puff as his lips almost frame around a soft glowing orb while his nude booty cheeks wiggle compulsively while his enlarged penis starts to jump on its own. Bloke hastily covers his mouth as he looks down at his member. He can’t help but snicker at how Blake’s resistance is making his dick flop and whoop around his lap like a wild fish attached to his pelvis.

Laughing aside, he needs to get Blake back in line. Half naked from the waist-down, Bloke runs down the sidewalk and ducks into the Plumaj clothing and costume store again.

The clerk, Scott, looks and gaps as the customer from before dashes past his desk and into one of the VIP changing rooms.

Bloke’s throat gags on ghostly presence as if he’s about to throw up as he forces the body to go inside and close the door. He frowns and huffs as the 9 inch penis shrinks back to Blake’s average length.

“BUAHH! Ahhh… Hahh!” Blake pants as he regains control of his body again. He opens and clenches his fists a few times before looking around. He sees a mirror, but notes that his reflection is not grinning or have electric blue eyes. He’s alone… For now.

“Ok… Ok, what…” Blake looks at himself and pulls at the red shirt he’s wearing – blotched in sweat, lube, and spots of pre and cum “What??? ‘Anus Smasher’??? Guh, agh!” He yanks off the fake medal and the shirt and throws it on the floor in disgust.

“Oooh, I like what I see.” Says Polter’s voice. Blake looks up and sees the ghost in the mirror again – still assuming Blake’s nude appearance yet with a very horny grin with light blue eyes.

“Alright, what have you done with me NOW?!” Blake demanded.

“That depends.” Polter crosses his arms with a smirk, “Ya REALLY wanna know?”

At that moment, the mirror plays as a TV screen to Blake’s homophobic horror. First is a glimpse of Blake’s body on all fours and bucking hilariously from a pot-bellied daddy pounding his ass ‘Uhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh daddy’

Another glimpse is of Blake pinning a slender pretty boy on a bar counter and humping him like a dog ‘Choke my dick, slut! Choke my dick!’

Blake pants with disbelief as he next sees himself in the mirror sitting on a beefy man’s lap as he makes out with a very thick bearded mouth as a pair of hands roam Blake’s back and thoroughly molesting Blake’s peach fuzz butt.

Next the ghost displays Blake moaning on a lounge chair with his legs spread wide open as another random guy polishes Blake’s balls with his mouth with his own cock twitching and threating to burst all over himself-

“ENOUGH! STOP!” Blake ranted as he covers his eyes.

“Awww, but I was getting to the good part!” Polter sneers from the glass as he starts showing another image of Blake’s body humping a man’s head. Blake can’t stand it – the moaning and grunting the mirror profoundly disgusts him, knowing his own distorted voice is practically begging someone to use his body as a cumrag.

“Ok, fine, you know what??” Blake takes a large trench coat from one of the racks in the room, and puts it over the mirror. He feels a subtle shift inside his body once the reflection is blocked; not only that, but the sexual sounds finally stopped as well. At least now he won’t have to look at his reflection looking demented and turned-on.

“THERE!” Blake scoffed in frustrated victory, “How’s THAT??”

Just then, his eyes rolled up and the ghost takes over momentarily. His own mouth curls that comical smile, “Either way for me, bone-bag. I’m still taking over this hot body of yours.”

Blake’s face shifts again as the ghost switches out and allows the human to resume control again.

“Jesus, get OUT!” Blake points at the air with a threatening finger, “If you don’t stop fucking with my body, I’m gonna-” Then he feels that chill again.   

His hands travel to his front and into his undercarriage, “Ahhh! What are you doing to me?! You can’t go all- OOOoooh!” He moans out suddenly as his fingers dig into a spot behind his balls.  

‘Ever wonder what it’s like to have a pussy?’ The ghost snickers inside Blake’s mind as he forces Blake’s fingers to massage and scratch at an imaginary giftbox on his perineum.  

“A-Ahhh! Ssshhhiiit!” Blake whines as he stands awkwardly with his arms ducked down below between his legs. “H-HaahhHHHhhhH” He huffs and moans like a nerd getting his first BJ. The spot between his sac and the bottom of his asscrack throbs with a foreign sensation.

Blake can actually see a small glow emanating from his thighs as the ghost possesses his gooch.  

“This is fucking weeeiiiirrrrd!” Blake squeals, “S-Stop…” His eyes widen as one of his hands creep a few inches up, his middle finger twirling around a certain spot, “OOH! FuUUUuuuck, whoa!” His finger thwacked it and pushed it and rubbed around the overall nonexistent lip.

He’s fucked, eaten, fingered, and stroked many a girlfriend’s vagina before. He knows EXACTLY what that ghost is playing with right now…  

“Hahh! A-Ahh…” Then his thumb and index finger press in on a very familiar pinch-like hold, “No no. Nononononono!” He shakes his head. He’s banged more than enough girls to know where THIS is going. “Don’t pinch it, don’t pinch it, for the love of God, please don’t make meeeeEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Blake squeals as mind-numbing pleasure races from clenching his fingers on an invisible clit.  

“Oh FUCK! OH fucking SSHHIT!” Blake yowls out as his legs get weak, “FFFFOH you fucking bastaaAARRrrd!” Blake swerves as his hands continue to abuse the phantom gloryhole between his legs. Blake screams with intensity as his fingers twist and yanked at his private nothingness.  

“BOOWOOWOOH!” Blake yelps out from the imaginary exploding sensation between his legs. He yanks his hands out, and bends over, looking with sheer panic. He pants and huffs as he palms and grabs at his under area. No moisture, no pussy, rubbing it confirms his Commando norm, “Hhhhhoooly shit-fuck!” Blake hushes.  

‘Eh hehehahahaheeeehheeeee!’ The ghost laughs inside Blake’s head.  

“You fucking sick bastard!” Blake says before his brain feels the speech-pressure again, “I only wanted to feel like a lucky little girl in heat~” He cooed with puckered lips.

“GAAHH!” Blake shakes his head in frustration. Then the mirror behind him gives off the sound of shrugging its own curtain. Blake whips around to see Polter taking over his own image again in the glass.   ‘You’re a bit PACKING for a little girl though!’ The ghost taunts as his reflection as he plays with his dick. Blake looks down as he sees his own boner bounce and flop on its own. 

“DammiiIIIIT!” Blake SLAMS his hands onto the wall in front of him as his mind tries to expel the ghost again.

“WhooOOoaaAA!” The reflection in the mirror distorts as the image of Blake’s doppleganger bloats in a ghost-like balloon form on/off “E-EasssyyYYYyyYY!”

“HrrRRBBbbBBrrRRbbbRRllLL!” Blake’s face wobbles like mad as his cheeks inflate into big glowing ghost orbs. His tongue flops from the noncorporeal’s tongue before the entity forces itself back, just before his back arches and Polter’s tail spews out of Blake’s butt! Blake’s ass opens wide around the thick glowing appendage as it flops around out of his booty, wiggling about before slurping itself straight back into his hole!

“SHhhHHiiiIIiitt yoooOOuuuUuu rrrhhHHHEEEEEE!” Polter fights harder just as Blake’s body quakes and jerks even more.

“GeEEeewwwEERRRlllbbbRRR” Blake entire body vibrates as the possession goes into overdrive. His arms puff and bulk massively with round glowing clouds of phantom muscle before they dissipate just as his legs clap his thighs together. His nipples and his penis flash a blinding light just as his torso flexes for his stomach to instantaneously balloon out into a massive gut before shrinking down again.

“BUAAHH!” Finally Blake stops and pants as he flops down onto the wall, with Polter glaring at him through the mirror with frustration, both of them taking hard breaths. “You… Out… Of my body… Or I’m gonna fuckin…”

“Ohhh you REALLY don’t know when to nut up, flesh bag…” Polter retorts angrily.

“You can’t control my body forever.” Blake gulps and glares back at those cyan eyes “Next time I fight back, your ass is out at the first fireplace I find. I’ll fuckin fart you out if that’s what it’s going to take.”

“Gheh… Stronger guys than you have tried, jock-fuck.” Polter persisted. “So.” The poltergeist stands up straight and puts his hands on his bare hips. “If controlling your body’s gonna drive it up the wall, I’ll just fuck with a few other things in your head.”

“Goddammit NO!” Blake grabs into his hair to go for another round. This time though, Polter goes right for the I.Q. bank of Blake’s mind.

‘Eeeeeaaassy… Dumbass!” With that, the ghost attacks Blake’s intelligence.

“W-Whooaa!” Blake swerves a bit when his head suddenly feels light and dizzy “Fuh… Wuuhh… Huh?” He blinks a few times as he tries to string the usual amount of thoughts together… But something about what Polter just said is striking him odd “Uh… My ass is like… Dumb?” He looks over his shoulder at his naked rump and patting at it.

‘Pffff, you wish!’ Polter laughs inside the human’s head ‘Your ass is smarter than you, dumbfuck!’

“Huh…” Blake wiggles his booty a bit and watches it in the mirror, “Like… Is THAT what guys mean when they call me a ‘smartass’?”

‘Yep!’

“Oh…” Blake shrugs as his simplified mind settles with the temporary intelligence loss “Makes sense.” He turns around to look at the mirror “So… So uh… Why was I freaking out again?”

“Hehehe” Polter snickers as he moves Blake’s hips forward and made his penis fly up on its own!

“Whoa! Hah ah”

“Cause you weren’t likin it when I did this!” Polter then masturbates in the mirror.

“Whoa, hoh! Hoh shit!” Blake scoffs with amazement as the skin of his dong moves itself up and down, like an invisible handjob, “Holy shit, you’re jerking me off?? Awesome!”

While temporary, this drop in I.Q. gives Polter a lot of leeway. Polter doesn’t do this often, only to guys who have proven extremely resistant. In the mean time, this fix makes the possessed hunk in question very susceptible; one time when Polter did this, he was possessing a bodybuilder and he had the man convinced he was a run-away mannequin, and he had him posing nude in random retail stores for a whole day.

“So uh” Polter grins in the mirror “How would you like to get stuffed like your girlfriends, huh?”

“Huh?”

“You know. Get plowed doggy-style, missionary, side-ways, anyway you like. Have a rocking guy rail you like you rail your dates?”

“Dude, that sounds really gay.”

“Oh, oh-hoh” The mirror laughs, “It is VERY gay. But you’re still going to get fucked like a slut. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“…” Blake shrugs and nods, “Guess that makes sense.”

“Hah, good boy.”

“So um. If I’m gonna get fucked… You mean like, fucked up my butt?” Blake questioned his reflection.

“Nope.” The ghost sneered.

“Huh?” Blake feels his hand turn cold as it moves by itself and shows itself to his face. His fingers tuck themselves onto his palm except for his index and middle fingers before this arm goes down and around to his backside. Blake’s eyes widen and his mouth gaps as his digits easily slide right into his hole! “WHOOA! Holy fuck what are you doing, bruh??”

“This isn’t your ass” The phantom snickers as he makes those fingers roll and wiggle in his anus, “This is a pussy.”

“Hoh! Fuck, what the, this feels weird!” Blake irks and watches as his sentient hand really digs into his anus, “I thought this was just my butthole!”

‘Nope! This is a pussy. A big, sweaty, hairy, meaty cunt.’

“Whooooaafffuuuck” Blake fingers himself for a few more seconds before he pulls out and looks at the mirror.

‘And what do you usually do with pussies?’ The ghost grins.

“Uuuuhhhh… Eat’em and fuck them?”

‘Very GOOD, Blake!’ The phantom laughs, ‘Now, if you have a pussy. Don’t you think you should dress the part?’

“Uhhh, yeah!” The dumb jock nodded, “Dress the part… Yeah, like this!” Blake reaches into the clothing rack and pulls out a pink skirt. He holds it in front of his hips in front of a mirror “A dress like this?”

‘Hahaha that’s perfect.’ Polter snickers.

“Awesome.” Blake grins as he bends over and pulls up the skirt between his manly thighs and puts it on his waist. “Ooh. Nice.” He smiles as he circles his hips a bit “It’s cool and breezy! How come guys don’t wear dresses all the time??”

‘Heh heh heh, it’s a mystery’ Polter sneers ‘How about you get a tight shirt on? That one over there: the big rhinestone heart on it…’

“This one?” Blake picks it up and puts on the pink T-shirt with the jewel heart on it. It’s way too small – it barely covers his chest and leaves his treasure trail exposed “Hahah. Niiiiiiiice” Blake twirls around and waggles his rump at the mirror, grinning as he sees a peek of his booty under the curtain of his short skirt, “Sweet, I look like my first girlfriend!”

‘Mmmm yeeaaah’ Polter watches with lewd delight as the jock checks himself out in the girly apparel ‘So remind me… Who do you think you are?’

“I’m Blake!” He answers “I like, work at Shellshock Auto-Mechanics and making sweet rides, and I bang loads of hot pussy the cars. Like, no joke, I fuck a lot hot ladies all the time.”

‘Wrong.’

“Huh?” Blake tilts his head at the mirror, genuinely confused. He’s sure that’s his usual deal, isn’t it. “What do you mean?”

‘You got the facts wrong, but you’re close.’

“I don’t get it.” Blake puts his hands on his hips, really liking how going Commando feels in a skirt. Meanwhile, the ghost plays on the man’s dumb gullibility.

‘You’re Blake!’ Polter starts “You work at Shellcocks Auto-Felatio’s while having sweet rides up your hairy cunt. You get banged by loads of men in their cars. Seriously, not joking, you get fucked like a manly lady all the time.’

“Fuck, why did I forget that?!” Blake slaps his forehead as he completely buys this ‘fact’ “I don’t FUCK girls, I DRESS like a girl!” He shakes his head in disbelief, “God, I’m so stupid!”

‘Yeah you are’ The mirror grins ‘In fact, when was the last time you had a cock jam inside your man-pussy?’

“Like uhhhh…” Blake counts his fingers, not really remembering how counting works.

‘An hour and a half.’ The entity reminds him, ‘A while ago, you were breeding a someone’s fat ass three times in a row.’

“Oh yeah, that’s right!” Blake snaps and grins, now remembering Polter possessing his body and making him hump a chubby man’s booty – well sort of. He barely recalls the image, as the ghost was possessing him at the time, but he distinctly remembers it, “Man, I gotta get some cock up my pussy! Like, now!” With that, Blake quickly finds a a satin panty from the collection of exotic undergarments and yank it up his legs. Next he secures pair of white fishnet stockings and hurriedly pulls them on over his feet; for some reason, he feels like completing the outfit before going off to find meat.

‘You got it, dumbass.’ Polter snickers as Blake puts on a Hello Kitty collar around his neck. ‘In fact, I think there’s a guy just outside the changing room with a thick dick. Why don’t you ask him to wreck your ass?’

“Ooh good idea.” Blake nods as he puts on some cute shoes and looks at himself in the mirror – a butterfly clip on his hair, a pink and white tight collar with a Hello Kitty button around his neck, a magenta shirt with a bejeweled heart on the chest that can be mistaken for a croptop, a uniform pink skirt that hardly even reaches halfway his thighs, a dainty gold bracelet around his wrist, fishnet stockings up to his knees, and petite girl shoes on his feet “Ok. How do I look?” He asks as he holds his arms open.

‘Pffff heheheheheh…’ Polter grins malevolently ‘Like a horny school girl with a soaking wet pussy’

“Awesome! Just like all the girls I banged! I’m gonna go get railed now, thanks!” Blake grins and turns around to leave. “Later, dude!”

‘Ghhhehaahahaha’ Polter laughs inside of Blake’s mind ‘I better give you a photographic memory…’ He alters the brain a bit more. As he does this, Blake’s eyes turn from his brown color to a vibrant magenta color – just to match the outfit. ‘By the time tonight is over, I wanna make you remember every fucking second of the whole night…’

Scott looks over his issue of Cockstuction Workers as he waits for some other customer to browse the shop. Slow night tonight; the most who came in was that same guy from before twice, and he’s sure that an old… ‘Acquaintence’ of his was accompanying him. Other than that, the buff clerk with rich dark hair with smooth muscles adorned with a foax fur vest and tight short denim shorts is just pushing through a rather dull-

“Hey bro!”

“Huh?” He looks up and gaps as he sees a semi-hairy male come up to him – it’s that guy! And… He’s wearing some of the shop’s clothing. The man is wearing a brightly colored crop-top with a red heart in the middle, just covering his chest above his treasure trail along his abs and down to a very short pink skirt. Along with some white

“Scoooott… I’ve been a bad, bad boy” Blake chuckles while holding his hips.

‘Not boy…’ Polter remind him.

“What?” Blake looks to the side for a second “Oh right, yeah!” He looks back at the clerk “Girl, I mean. I’ve been a reeeaaally baaad girl.”

“Uuhhh, are you on something, sir?” Scott says as he sets down his dirty magazine and looks to the new-comer. The first thing he checks are his eyes – which are a bright pink color! Yet the pupils don’t indicate any sign that he’s on some drugs.

“What’re you talking about? I just gotta get some cock in my pussy.” Blake struggles before his cheeks puff and he lets out a moan of glowing white-blue mist. “Ohhhhooo… Ahem, ‘scuse me.”

Scott raises his brows at the phantom gas as the guy’s body “Oh! My bad.” Scott chuckles as he has a distinct idea of what’s going on… “So what’s a pretty ‘girl’ like you doing out this late?”

“Thing is” Blake dons a wide shit-eating grin “I’m possessed by a horny ghost so he could make me suck dick constantly. I also fucked a lot of butts tonight, and my asshole is getting used like a fuckin toy.” After a second Blake blinked “Whoa… Like, how do I know all that??”

“Possessed?” Scott raised his brows.

“Yeah-huh!” The dumb hunk nods “He like, controls my body, and what I’m gonna do, and like…” Blake wonders for another second. Is the ghost controlling him now? And why is he fine with it? Didn’t he spend the entire evening fighting the spirit between when he’s being forced “What as I doing to uh… Irk!” Blake’s eyes suddenly flashed cyan colored as he grins

“Oh yeah” Polter’s voice comes out of Blake’s mouth, “And make this fleshie-fuck into a massive cumdumpster and use him like a huge slut with a hungry bunghole!” Blake’s eyes close and they reopen to the previous color.

“Whoa…” Blake swoons a bit, “What just happened?”

“I think you just told me my shop’s going to be closed for a few minutes…” Scott grins as he goes to flip the sign on the glass door.

“What, really? How come?” Blake tilts his rear up and indicates to his rump “Does this have something to do with my pussy or something?”

“You could say that…” Scott comes back to Blake and starts to feel up those rugged sides.

“Whoa, dude” Blake scoffs and shake a little. The ghost giggles in anticipation as he puts a natural arch in Blake’s back as his asshole gets relaxed before his entire anus gets hot and tingly. His skin itself starts to exude some sort of pheromone “Dude, I think something’s going on with my cunt.” He turns around and bends over slightly. Scott irks as he looks at that muscular rump just hidden under that skirt.

“Holy shit, that’s hot…” Scott gulps, quickly getting more aroused faster than usual.

“Ooohh…” Blake moans as that hand sends a rush up his back. Scott feels his own shorts get tight as that back arches and presents his athletic butt even more, dressed in the little skirt and tight panties as it is. “Dude, like, my butt-pussy is feeling REALLY weird man…”

“Oh fffffuuucck…” Scott’s hands are magnetized to the man. He can’t even think straight; he’s just getting so horny by cupping that ass and feeling along Blake’s torso.

“Ohhhhhh duuuuude.” Blake moans out as his brain fully submits to the phantom’s power. “I’m like getting super horny right now.” At this time, Polter merely occupies Blake’s body as this form of pseudo mind/body control allows him to join in the ride while having the alternative mindset take over rather than forcing full control entirely.

“Wow… Just… Fuckin…” Scott sports a very obvious tent as he starts to hump into the effeminate jock. “I gotta…” Scott drops to his knees and grasps onto Blake’s haunches “Dohhhttthhiiss” He moans as he shoves his face into Blake’s bottom.

“Ahhh, ohhhh” Blake moans and pants as his face gets hot and his hips get manhandled. “Dude, yes, get in there, fffuuuck” His hand reaches back and pushes the back of Scott’s head into his rump.

“NNNHHHH… Hhoohhhhh” Scott breathes out as he digs his nose into Blake’s rear, his grip on him getting harder as he sucks in Blake’s ghost-made pheromones. His hands peel down Blake’s panties and further digs his face into Blake’s crack.

“OHH! Oh-hoh!” Blake jerks and gaps out as he feels a tongue on his pucker. His cock stands at full erection as his hands grip onto the desk “Oooohhhh! Daddyyyy! Irp!” His hands go to his mouth. He totally just sounded like a lady just now!

‘Nuh-uh, you had it right…’ Polter snickers.

“Hm?” Blake raises a brow. His eyes widen as the mouth on his taint intensifies.

“Hrrrmmm!” Just hearing Blake’s voice call him ‘daddy’ just makes Scott even more aroused. His lips form a wet seal onto Blake’s sphincter as he starts to slurp and dive his tongue into that hole.

“A-Aaahhh!” Blake moans out as his thighs twitch and his dick oozes constantly. “Holy fuckin shiiiit!”

Polter takes a moment to attempt brainwashing Blake even more…

‘See?’ Polter whispers into the human’s brain, ‘It ain’t so bad being a dirty girl…’

“I’m a… Dirty girl…” Blake moans roughly as his back pushes his booty into Scott more, the hungry clerk really going to town and loudly slurping into that anus. “Ohhh! Ahhh~! Fuck yeah I’m a girl”

“Fuck this” Scott then gets up and forces Blake to turns around, “I’m gonna fucking breed your hole.”

“A-AHhh!” Blake irks as Scott lifts him and forces his back onto the counter. “M-My skirt! Bro!” Blake writhes sensually as the flap of his skirt shows his hairy crotch holding his chubby penis and a pair of healthy balls.

“Mmmmhh, niiiiice” Scott cups and scratches at the patch of thick pubis and rolls those loose nuts around. Blake looks down and breathes deeply as Scott quickly unzips his shorts. Blake’s pink eyes widen as Scott pulls out a deceptively large penis and strokes it.

‘There.’ Polter whispers, ‘Don’t that dick look delicious?’

“God, cocks are great.” Blake pants and breathes heavily as he looks at Scott’s manhood as it gets covered in lube. His anus feels a very deep yearn that Blake has never personally felt before. “Fuck yeah, put it in my pussy, I want that thing in me.” Scott lines his member up to Blake’s hot crack and starts to push in. “Fuck me, fuck me haaaaAARRD!” Blake wails out as his hold is forced open around the intruding meat. “Holy FUCK!”

“Jesus, you feels fantastic” Scott slides his rigid rod into Blake’s ‘pussy’ and holds onto the Blake’s sides as he rolls his hips into him. He doesn’t even think about Polter and if he’s possessing this guy. All he knows is that he’s so horny, he needs to ram this ass draped in a skirt.

“Aww! Aw! AWWWwww!” Blake’s head writhes as his anus swallows that huge cock, moaning like his girlfriends always do when he forces his thick pole inside them. All he can do is lay on his back and let this hung stud rail and drive his dick into him, his own 7-inch penis fully hard as it bobs and twitches from his ass being forced in again and again.

‘Fuck, forgot how huge Scott is…’ Polter mutters as he haunts the jock’s body, fully focused on how Blake’s pucker is being split open.

“Fuck my fucking cunt, bro, yeah!” Blake blurts out. His muscular legs wrap around Scott’s hips as he starts to hump into him more.

“Yeah, yeah, take it, take it, fuckin take it, yeah” Scott slaps his pelvis into Blake’s butt in a climbing pace, huffing as that hot and wet anus hugs and rolls around all of his sensitive parts, “F-Fuck I’m not gonna last long!”

“Come on, dude” Blake scoffs, “We’re just getting started man! My pussy needs cock!”

“H-Hoh God!” Scott quivers as Blake’s asshole incidentally twists around that fat dick “Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Scott slaps his hands onto Blake’s shoulders as his meat suddenly jams right into Blake’s pucker.

“A-AWW!” Blake winces with intensity and clenches his eyes as his sphincter is stuffed to a full capacity. “Yeah, want that come, I want that cum, fuckin fill me!”

“SSsssSSSSHHHiiit!” Scott’s hips back and shove into Blake’s booty “Ghahh! Hah! Ohhh!”

“Oh fuck, I feel that man, fuck” Blake moans with a smile as he can feel his rectum flood with sperm. Scott pants and pulls back to slide his cock out of Blake’s hole, that hole seemingly sucking in every drop of semen AND lube dry off of Scott’s dong.

“Sorry… I swear to God, I always last longer…”

“Wait. So that’s it?” Blake looks at him, “I need more dick in my cunt, bro!” Blake sits up and lets his pink skirt drape over his hard member “My pussy’s starving!”

“Sorry, I’m outta ammo…” Scott sighed before pulling up his pants.

“Pfft, whatever, man.” Blake pends over and pulls up panties to tuck his balls into their satin hammock “Think I’m gonna go find more dick. Later.”

“Yeah, later…” Scott chuckles as Blake walks out, still wearing those very skimpy and girly clothes. He grins as he slumps into his chair and leans back, “That… Was… Awesome.”

Blake strides down the sidewalk of the night, the lights around the bars and clubs still illuminating the area. Just as he was about try the nearest club, he feels a strong hand on his chest.

“Hey boy…” Says a deep rugged voice. Blake looks and grins as he sees a bearded chubby man. He looks him up and down and turns to see him.

“Hello, daddy.” Blake’s penis already perks up.

“That’s some faggy shit you’re wearing, boy.” The leather bound fat stud sways as he tugs on the Hello Kitty collar.

“So? I’m just a horny little girl with a hungry pussy.” Blake tells him, clearly never having met a thirsty yet irritable patron like this before. “You got a problem with that, fatass?”

“Oh you need to be taught a lesson then, little lady.” The man growled as he yanks Blake into the alleyway with him.

“Whoa!” Blake staggers as he’s dragged into the dingy nook with the huge man “Easy, man! That hurts!”

“Bout to hurt a lot more, you fuckin priss.” The fat biker growled as he unbuckles his pants and pulls down his zipper.

“Aw sweet” Blake grins as the leather gloved hand digs into the man’s pants, already seeing a thicket of black pubic hair “Yeah, lemme see that thick juicy-” His eyes bug out of his skull “Hoooollyyyy SHIT!”

Flopping out into the air comes the man’s enormous and massive cock. Jutting from a forest of black hair in his crotch, the biker strokes the elephant trunk of a manhood as his huge and hairy balls then come into view - which are easily the size of baseballs – and the leather daddy lets his pants pool at his ankles.

“It’s fucking HUGE!” Blake scoffs out loud, “That’s gonna break me!”

“Shoulda thought of that before ya mouthed off, princess” The man puts his large hand onto Blake’s shoulder “Now you can either show me your little cunt or you can eat my meat. Either way, you’re walking outta here with a gut full of my milk.”

“Ah, ahhhh…” Blake looks down at the 4inch thick and 12inch long monster slowly growing erect in the air. Honestly, he’s not even sure just how he can even fit it in him.

‘Ya heard the man, baby-bitch.’ Polter sneers.

“O-Oh fuck!” Before Blake could react, his knees suddenly get cold and shut down, triggering Blake to collapse forth. His skirt billows as he gets down and his noise flies right into the man’s very hot bush.

“Good girl.” The man grins as Blake seems to have made his decision. The man grabs the back of Blake’s head and shoves him deeper to really grind his face into those balls. Blake irks as his mouth instinctually kisses those huge kiwis, unsure of what to really do now. He thought he just needed cocks in his pussy, but this man’s humungous member is heating up his forehead. This doesn’t make sense, does it? Then again, a lot of girls Blake has dated has sucked his cock before…

‘Why are you thinking again?’ Polter asked.

“Hm?”

‘Penis goes in your mouth too! Horny girls like you love that meat in their mouths! I mean hell, some girls take cocks in their cunts AND lips, ya know.’

“Errmm! Oorrhhmm” Blake then begins slobbering all over the man’s heavy sac. His hand goes up as he starts nuzzling the side of his head next to the horny horny caterpillar next to him. Both hands massage that very huge meat as his tongue starts to polish those fat danglers.

“Goooooood giiiirrrrlll” The biker huffed as Blake slurps and licks his balls. Blake looks up cutely as he bobs his face into those hairy nuts while an entire blood supply rushes into that monster of a penis “Suck mah balls like a pretty little whore”

“Hohhllmm” Blake smiles enthusiastically as he reaches over and fondles the man’s manly ass.

‘Here. Let a professional handle this.’ Polter sneers.

“Hrrmm??” Blake’s eyes widen as his tongue and lips feel that icy wave again for a moment. He bugs out as his mouth leaves the testicles and his possessed hands take over juggling those fat balls. His mouth then goes to the atomic mushroom head of the man’s cock and literally opens wide. “HaaallGGLLK” His jaws stretch unrealistically around the massive meat before he slides down on it.

“Holy shit, little lady” The daddy gruffs as he staggers a bit but flexes his giant rod inside of Blake’s mouth “I bet you suck cocks like this for breakfast, don’t ya?”

“Rmmph! Mrm! Mmhh!” Blake irks as he essentially lets the ghost control his body – between his hands thoroughly kneading those thick orbs and his head starting to bob up and down that cock, he’s not even sure if he knows how to do any of this on his own!

“Yeah, boy…” The biker growls darkly as his puts both his hands onto Blake’s head and starts to thrust into him. Blake’s lips dibble generously as the ghost makes him drool constantly as that fully hard monster fucks into his head “Bet you like to skip around here like a fairy fag every night to have a fat fucker like me rape your fuckin cunt, don’t ya?”

“RRP! MMP! GLLK!” Blake’s gag reflex is somehow deactivated as the biker starts to rail and hump his face. Those low-swinging balls clobber onto his chin stubble as those powerful thighs assert the man’s dominance onto Blake’s body. Meanwhile, Blake’s free hands are down below his skirt, one furiously masturbating while his mouth tastes nothing but solid musk while the other one trace and starts digging his fingers into his anus and dips his tips into his hole “MMhh! Hrrmm! Oooollhhm!”

“Yeah, eat it ya fucking slut” The man rolls his very wide frame into driving his tremendous cock into Blake’s mouth. He pulls it out and grips it to slap his massive dong onto Blake’s cheeks “Ya like my taste, little girl?”

“Uh-halh” Blake nods with his tongue hanging out. His arm pumps and jerks himself off as he looks at this pot-bellied daddy sneer down at him “I wannit. I want your caawwk-GLK!” Before he knew it, the biker man jams his huge meat back into his lips.

“Good fuckin girl” The bearded stud growls as he goes back to fucking Blake’s mouth “You playing with yourself while Daddy plows your suck-hole?” Blake just moans a response. His two fingers are buried in his own hole while his other hand cranks on his dick. “Look at you. Mouthing off to me one minute, now yer on yer knees like a stupid bitch slut.”

“Ooommfff!” Blake suddenly got so horny, his face shoves deeply into that thick black patch of pubes.

“Dayum, girl” The man scoffs as Blake goes for a hard deep-throat while he increases his masturbation. “You like that sweet talk?” The biker chuckles as Blake bobs up and down in time with the biker’s thrusts “You like it when Daddy calls you a stupid little cunt?”

“MMffFF! Urr-hmff!” Blake nods quickly as he sucks every drop of salty pre out of that dick – at least as best as he can. This meat is so enormous, it’s hard to move his cheeks, tongue, or even his lips!

“Yeah. I bet you wanna fucking guzzle cum all night fucking long, eh?” The biker daddy buries Blake’s face fully and completely, really putting his cock deep into that throat. “You like that, little lady?”

“Mlgk, mlgk, mlgk” Blake irks and slurps loudly as his throat attempts to swallow, only to milk that huge meat as his mouth drools more and more.

“Ooh, oh yeah, keep milkin, keep milkin, keep milkin” The biker clutches onto Blake’s head for short and hard thrusts “Fffffffuuuuck yeah drink my jizz ya fucking priss, MMF!”

Blake glances up and down between the man’s round furry belly and his thick furry crotch. His throat is stuffed full even as he feels that monster flex inside his gullet. Blake’s eyes widen as he can feel a thick hot downpour channel down his throat and even a wave of intense warmth go inside his stomach, as if this daddy literally came directly into his gut. Blake’s hands even feel at his own abs as he feels a whole dose of thick cream pool inside him, just before his jaws pry open and loose for that dribbling beast of a penis to exit his mouth.

“Dayum, little lady” The bearded biker huffed as he pulled his pants up but lets his massive soft dong breathe out in the air “For a stupid little bitch, you suck great cock.”

“I know, right??” Blake grins dumbly up while still on his knees, “Had like a TON of girlfriends do this, I know all about it.”

“Heh, think I know just the place for you, little girl…” The daddy smirks.

A while later into yet another bustling and busy club with a back-area sex den, Blake smiles as he enters a room full of horny and hung males.

“Hey yall MEN!” The biker bellows as he claps Blake shoulder. Most of the guys turn their attention to the two of them, while the others just continued doing as they will. “I think I got us a good little slut for yall to share,” He points a thick finger to Blake.

‘Uh-oh…’ Polter irks as Blake’s original I.Q. starts to replenish ‘Think someone’s about to wise up…’

“Heeey!” Blake waves to the crowd of partially and fully naked men taking an interest in the skirt and pink wearing jock “I really need some big fat cock in my…” The pink color in his irises slowly fade into brown as his smile starts to fade. “Puss… Sy…” He looks around to see a buff Asian guy check out him.

“Damn, he’s got a nice package. Love the panties.” The Asian man chuckles as he lifts up the skirt and fondles the round pink bulge.

“H-Hey hey hey!” Blake slaps his hand away “Don’t touch me thhheeehhh…” The phantom inside pushes more and makes the magenta come back into those eyes again.

“Hey now” The biker grabs onto Blake’s shoulders and forces him down onto his knees “If you’re gonna be a little shit again, you can just blow him again.”

“Aw sweeeet” The Asian stud grins as he comes up and flops his peen onto Blake’s face. Those pink eyes force back to brown as he grimaces and flinches.

“Dude! Get your fuckin dick outta my face! I’m not gaaAH!” His mouth feels the cold sensation again before his neck feels an invisble hand push it forward, and he glues his lips onto the Asian’s uncut dick.

“Oooh yeah, not bad” He smiles as he gracefully rolls his hips back and forth into Blake’s mouth.

Blake’s nose and mouth wrinkles in disgust as he tastes this man’s penis. God he can’t stand how his body parts have a mind of their own! Even now, his tongue is moving by itself by rubbing into the Asian guy’s foreskin and his lips roll the layer of flesh over to expose the man’s glands.

“H-Hoh shhhit!” The Asian dude hunches and humps into Blake’s mouth “This guy knows his stuff, oh my God”

“Ulgh, rrkk, gllhh” Blake winces and whines like a child being force-fed broccoli. His eyes dart around in mild panic as he sees other men are starting to take an interest.

“Aw yeah, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” The Asian’s hips do short and fast moves into Blake’s face as he feels up his own smooth bottom. He leans his head back as and sighs a hard moan as he pistons more and more until he feels the blooming pleasure rush out of his cock “AAaaawww my gosh, aahhh”

“RRggHHhh!” Blake gurgles and sputters through his nose as his mouth fills with the man’s spunk, dribbling down his mouth and gagging in recoil.

‘Ah dammit. I was starting to like him being a dumb himbo.’ Polter pouts inside of Blake ‘On the plus side, does let me control him a little more right now.’

Before Blake knew it, he’s being put onto a cushioned post that naturally shapes his body to arch his back to present his muscular butt up, still draped in his charming skirt, while also resting his jaw so his head is on the same level of his ass.

“Guys, stop, I swear I know what this looks like!” Blake tries to tell them as he feels a hair of rugged hands start to fondle his rump while his skirt is wafted delicately up, not even seeing that another guy has already lubed up his cock… “For the love of God, I’m not gay! I don’t evennnyyYAAHH!” He yowls as his back erects as his asshole starts to spread around an incoming member.

At that moment, Polter manages to slip in himbo-pink again on Blake’s mind and the panic once again pops into thrill as his hetero I.Q. decreases again.

“Oh fuck yeah, WRECK that pussy!” Blake shouts out loud as he flexes his athletic bottom around the hard member. Truthfully though, his eyes are still flickering slightly from pink to brown.

“Ffffuck that’s a hot ass” The top says as he slides his dick back and forth, slapping one of those cheeks as he bounces Blake’s round butt with each thrust.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh yeah” Blake chuckles dumbly as his hole swallows that manhood as he humps the cushion post like a motorcycle. His eyes furrow as the ghost slips up and his brown eyes recover “A-Ah! Dude! Get your cock out!”

“Ghh, what?” The top smirks as he claps Blake’s cheeks

“Iiiii…” Blake goes back to a himbo in that second “I need another dick in my mouth, bruh!”

“Right here, slut.” Another guy says as he pats Blake’s face with a rather short by thick tan penis.

“Aw sweet” Blake grins before gluing his lips right onto the beercan dick and starts bobbing his face in that crotch.

“Fuck that feels good.” The next guy says as he starts roll his hips into Blake’s mouth. Blake snorts and sucks at that cock while undulating and flexing his ass to take in more meat inside his asshole.

“Mmllph, mmhh, mmyyaahh” Blake pops that dick out of his mouth to slurb and bounce those balls around and tickle around the sac a bit. “Gyyaahhd I love these fucking dicks…”

“Fuck, this is hot.” The guy digs his fingers into Blake’s hair while the guy behind him starting railing Blake’s ass harder.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! FfFFffuck, man!” Blake scoffs as he looks behind him “That’s starting to- Aw! MMF! Ow, oh! Fuck” He bites his lip and clenches both his eyes and his asshole hard.

“Oh shit! A-Ahh!” The guy irks and moans out as he empties his balls straight into Blake’s ass.

“Here” The other guy turns Blake’s head around and starts jerking off at his face “Bitch want it? Tell me you want cum on your face.”

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, I want it, jerk it on my face.” Blake nods as his keeps his mouth open.

“Ohhhhffuuuck yeeeesss” With that, this guy’s thick cock starts to gush and squirt thick globs of cum on Blake’s cheek, tongue, and even on his forehead.

“Awwhaall” Blake goes in and licks that last bit of cum off of the man’s member, eager to get this rich manly taste in him.

In 10 minutes of having two more dongs pop inside his butthole and at least four more members stuffing his face, Blake is flipped over onto his back and his legs are erected in stirrups. His hole still drooling with come from the last guy’s load, he sees a flabby guy line up between his legs.

‘Hey there, bone-bag’… Polter’s voice whispered. The phantom restores Blake’s normal mind set and those brown eyes look in horror as he sees the random guy start to push into his soaked anus.

“No… Fuck, this isn’t, GoddammIT!” Blake squirms and writhes, but then realizes that his hands feel icy cold. He looks to his right and sees his own hand giving a handjob to a heavy black cock, while he glances and sees his left rolling a air of smooth testicles a roll-around, all the while a bear is thrusting into his loosened pucker and breeding Blake again.

“Shit, what am I doing?? What’s going on?! How did I even, oh my GOD!” Blake panicks before he looks up, and instantly regrets that he did.

This club’s ceiling has built-in mirrors.

There he is in the reflecting glass. A pink skirt revealing his hairy crotch with his 6 inch penis fully erect and bobbing in the air because a chubby is plowing away between his two legs. His very tight and halved rhinestone shirt is wet in the middle with sweat while blotches of cum and pre stain it across with his muscular arms held out opposite his sides to pleasure the other two men beside him. And there, right on his face, donning a shit-eating grin and bright cyan eyes, the entity leers wickedly at Blake as he does exactly what Blake is doing.

‘Hot, right?’ Polter asks from the mirror, but his voice carries through to Blake directly inside his head, ‘You’re a filthy, horny, disgusting, wet pussy-fag’

“No I’m fucking NOT!” Blake shouts at the mirror. “This is fucking GROSS! You need to fucking stop! You cahhhaaAAAHH!” Blake lets out a high-pitched moan as the guy fucking him starts to cum. He whines and moans and pants as his asshole feels an unnerving rush of pleasure channel into it – like the sphincter ring is overwhelmed all too suddenly.

‘I told ya, bone-bag’ Polter says, getting Blake’s attention as the next top in line gets ready for Blake’s butt ‘I ain’t done having my fun yet.’

“You… Get… Out… Of… MmEee-UUMF!” Blake’s abs arch as his rear gulps down a particularly long penis. Blake feels weak…

‘If you wanna keep fighting me, I can get more creative.’ The phantom tells him as he can see Blake is at his own breaking point. Lying there, half soaked in jizz and his muscles relaxed as his body jumps and bounces from the forced thrusts.

“Fucking… Bastard…” Blake whines as he starts to give in.

‘But hey. I’m a ‘friendly ghost’.’ The reflection grins ‘Just close your eyes, I’ll let ya sleep, and you let me walk around in your body for all the fucking cocks and all the beautiful asses I can eat.’ The ghost gives Blake a raises of his brows and a nod of his head ‘Deal?’

Blake flops his head to the side and sees yet another hard penis lined next to his eyesight, like Polter is offering him a cigar to seal some bizarre agreement.

Everything he’s tried to get rid of this damn entity has only backfired every time. And he does NOT want to be some ridiculous dumb himbo again – being a himbo, he can actually remember what he does.

He’s had it. He doesn’t want to be awake for this.

“Fuck it all…” Blake lets go and closes his eyes. A glowing mist shimmers from his eyelashes before they reopen for an electric blue color.

“Don’t mind if I do” Bloke says as he opens his mouth and seal his lips around the thick meat. While stroking two cocks in his hands, taking a hard pounding between his open thighs, he now starts to gulp and bob into a hard meat.

ONE RAVENOUS AND INCREDIBLY RAUNCHY NIGHT LATER…

Morning slowly illuminates the room full of sleeping men – all of which are almost completely nude.

Blake snores softly resting his face onto a comfortable thigh, drooling slightly on the leg muscle before he slowly starts to come out of it.

“Wha… Uhhh… Ghhh, whhhHAT?” He suddenly jerks up and sees that he was sleeping upon a chubby pot-bellied gentleman, as naked as the day he was born. His eyes are no longer neon blue or bright pink, but normal brown.

“No… No no no, oh SHIT!” Blake stammers and staggers away from him, looking around and smelling the musk of several men and even the cum in the area. The jock starts to hyperventilate as the sheer faggotry starts to freak him out, “No! Fuck! I don’t- What the HELL?!”

He looks at himself, also gapping at the fact that he hasn’t got a stitch of clothing on himself. His hands pat at himself, then at his face, entering a panic attack as he punches the side of his head, “Are you out?? ARE YOU OUT?! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!!”

“Jeez, quiet down.” Says a random drowsy guy, “Go downstairs or something.”

“What?? I- Jck- NO! Ah, fuck!” Blake yelps as he whips around. He doesn’t want to find out if that damn ghost is still in his body – he needs to get out! “Out of the way, OUTTA THE WAY!” He runs and leaps over the stirring bods of the spent and naked guys trying to sleep around him. Blake hurriedly makes his way down and runs off, probably to grab the first curtain he sees and put it around his waist.

Meanwhile, within the soft confines of a clean yet musky underpants, Polter’s spirit resides within the cradling cotton of some size-large briefs ‘Oooooohhhhyyeeeaaahhh. We done, meatbag.’ The ghost purrs in satisfaction. ‘Another hot, hot, hot fucking night…’

The phantom’s energy glows subtly in the discarded underroos, very weak from spending a whole night either constantly keeping Blake in check or going nuts with his antics. ‘I do like a challenge… But damn, ya fuckin dick, like hell if you were gonna make it easy… Fuck, I ain’t gonna be able to really overtake someone for a while. Better take it easy for now…’

The paranormal aura subsides slightly just before a strong hand picks up the garment. “Huh… I THINK these are mine.” Says a familiar, manly voice.

‘Hm?’ Polter resides in the front of the underwear as he’s lowered down and a foot goes into the underwear. After the other ankle goes through, Polter feels himself rise up between some mighty thighs and his being is pushed forward by a massive flaccid cock. ‘Rrrgghh! Ooooohhhyeeeaahhh hello-daaadddyyyyy!’ Polter whines with glee as the possessed fabric stretches him out. He can even feel the thick butt push into padding of the underwear as the man puts them on.