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Crisp threw himself on his bed and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"What a day..." he grumbled under his breath. The canine's tail fell limp over his rump and his ears remained lowered. The mix of wolf and husky brought his paws up to his face to cover it as he thought back on the day's events.

Most of it had been filled with his college classes. And to think that Crisp thought the day was going to be good when he woke up that morning. It was Friday, so the morning had had that sweet 'end of the week' feeling that predates a blessed weekend. Fresh clothes from the laundry, a pair of brand new classy, dark red sneakers he had bought at a great price and no classes involving magic, which Crisp was awful at, but rather scientific ones he could bear. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, everything.

Crisp forced himself to sit up. With his ears still pinned against his head, the wusky walked up to the big mirror at the corner of his simple apartment room and looked at himself. Above his black and white fur, Crisp still wore the same blue jeans and white t-shirt he had chosen that very morning, but as he turned around in front of the mirror, his face grew hot with embarrassment. The large rip that had somehow opened up right over his butt was even larger than he thought it was, which left his white boxer briefs bare for the world to see. How had his sturdy jeans ripped right open just like that? They weren't even that tight! The memory of the class bell ringing. Of Crisp noticing his shoes were untied, bending over to tie them and then...

He could almost hear the sound of laughter again. It made Crisp's face burn. And if only that had been the only thing that had gone wrong that day...

It was as if he was cursed. They say that when it rains, it pours, but Crisp's luck had just been downright awful. Not only had the young wusky been forced to keep his backpack over his rear to cover the awful tear in his pants, but despite how well-made his brand new sneakers seemed to be, he was sure they had some kind of defect in its laces because they became undone far too many times. Twice had Crisp been sent falling face-first on the ground in the middle of the hallways, much to his classmates' amusement (especially considering his backside situation), all because he tripped over the laces of his own shoes.

During lunchtime came the worst part of his day. While carrying his tray of food, Crisp had somehow managed to trip over someone's foot. It was the only explanation he could bring himself to have over why he had tripped forward and sent his tray full of spaghetti flying over none other than Trent. The large white wolf was the jock of jocks, fitting everything in an athlete's bill of requirement. Tall? Check. Strong? Check? Mean? ...Check. If Crisp hadn't sprinted out of the cafeteria while the growling wolf cleaned the sauce out of his jersey, the wusky was sure he was going to spend the afternoon locked inside some cramped locker in his underwear IF he was lucky.

Crisp sat back down on his bed and sighed. He was also lucky that he didn't have afternoon classes that day, but what the hell was he going to do on Monday? The canine let out another tired sigh and felt his stomach growling. He hadn't gotten to eat lunch in the end but instead rushed straight home.

"Didn't even manage to get the groceries I needed to get..." the canine thought out loud with another sigh. But that was a problem to deal with later. Still feeling the weight of his frustration, Crisp kicked his sneakers away from his feet and laid back down on his bed.

"I need a nap," Crisp grumbled out loud to himself. "A nap and maybe some good... relaxing. Yeah, that's what I need." The wusky's hand went down to his crotch. He rubbed it gently over his pants and undies. Yeah, that'd work to help him relax...

"Really? You've been home for five minutes and you're already thinking about THAT?"

Crisp sat back up right away with his ears perking up. He heard an echoing giggle following those words, but the startled wolf looked all around the relatively small room and, as he expected, he saw no one. Was he imagining things?

"Down here, doggieboy!"

Crisp's eyes darted downward. What he saw made his jaw drop. His new brand new sneakers were glowing. Except they no longer were of that nice, modern dark red color they had been, but instead of a bright plain green color. The glow slowly rose up from the sneakers onto the air and started to gather into an ethereal form.

"You're... it's.... you're... a ghost!" Crisp exclaimed. The phantasmagorical being started to take real shape. He looked loosely canine with what Crisp could swear were long, triangle-shaped ears and an elongated muzzle with a pair of white-y, sly-looking eyes. Below the ghost's neck, there was a bare chest of white fur-like form, but anything beneath the chest dissolved into the ethereal smoke the mythical being was made of. The ghost's form was made clearer by the way he grinned, showing his teeth that were as white as the rest of him.

"Well you must be a real genius to have realized that all by yourself!" the ghost said with a whole lot of sarcasm. Crisp frowned heavily. Great. That was all he needed to make his bad day even worse. A ghost!

Among all the mythical creatures of magic, ghosts were among the most annoying ones. Capable of varying but usually very limited influence on the physical realm, ghosts were more often a harmless infestation than a real threat and, judging by the size and form of that one, even a student that knew very little about countering ethereal beings like Crisp doubted he had much to fear. They were all just tricksters. He was sure he had a textbook that mentioned ghosts somewhere among his first-year books.

"Where did you even come from?" Crisp asked, but he kind of already knew the answer. He remembered something about ghosts possessing objects they were heavily attached to and, as Crisp stared down at his sneakers again, he grunted with disappointment. No wonder they had been so damn cheap. The bright-green pair of shoes looked nothing like the pair he had loved so much anymore.

"Now I'm starting to think you might not be a genius after all," the ghost said with a new tone of mockery. "You're lucky you're sorta-kinda pretty, doggieboy, because you cannot rely on your wits to survive!"

The wusky let out a soft growl and looked away. "Can you just go haunt someone else? I've had a bad day and I'm not in the mood to exorcise ghosts right now." Crisp just laid back down on the bed. Maybe if he ignored the ghost he'd go away.

"Hah! You wish you could exorcise me, doggieboy! What's wroooooong? You feeling all grumpy and growly just because your pants ripped open in front of everyone?"

As the ghost started laughing, Crisp's ears perked up. His eyes narrowed. The wusky looked down at the ghost starting to put things together.

"Wait..." Crisp sat back up. He looked at the shoes, then at the ghost...

"You! Was it you that made that... all of those things happen?!" Crisp let out a faint growl towards the ghost. His face was bright red again.

The ghost raised his hands and floated around the sitting canine with more laughter. "Bingo! Another amazing display of intelligence from doggieboy here!"

"That wasn't funny! You ruined my pants! I'm the joke of my class now! And not to mention that I could've been hurt If Trent had caught up to me!" Crisp growled.

The ghost actually smirked. "Then I guess you kinda owe me for not tripping you when you were running, huh?"

The wusky rolled his eyes. "That's the most messed up logic I've ever heard."

The ghost stopped circling him to float right in front of Crisp. He approached the canine's muzzle with that grin of his. "Doesn't mean it doesn't make sense. Plus, you can't even complain. I was possessing your shoes and your clothes, so I felt everything when you fell down with everyone laughing at you. Everything."

The ghost wiggled his eyebrows. Crisp, on the other hand, grew bright red with his eyes widening for a moment. The canine swallowed.

"I- I- I d-don't know what you're talking about!"

The ghost's irritating laughter returned. "Oh, but I think you do! You fell on your face with your pants ripped open, everyone staring at your undies and laughing! You were panicking to get back up but at the same tiiiiiiime... I mean, no judgment here, but that's a freakin' weird time to pop a boner, isn't it? It's like you're some sort of perv!"

Crisp looked away. The wusky felt like his muzzle was on fire from all the blushing. "That kinda sounds like judgment to me..."

"No no no, it's alright doggieboy! If you want to be a perv, I'm all in for it! In fact, I think it's hella fun!"

With the ghost's laughter surrounding him again, his face on fire and his ears pinned to his head, Crisp stood up. "How was it that one got rid of ghosts again? It had something to do with salt and... a cross? No, that doesn't right..."

The wusky was about to head out to the living room to search for his textbook on how to exorcise ghosts when suddenly he felt the back of his shirt getting yanked back. Crisp yelped and fell back down sitting on the bed.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done having fun yet! Not by a long shot!"

Crisp's ears folded back over his head. "What does that even me- hey!"

Pulled by his shirt again, Crisp was shoved backwards to end up lying on his back over his bed. Taking life of his own just as his shirt, his pants also forced his legs to straighten up, his belt undid itself and then the pants pulled themselves all the way down to his ankles, leaving Crisp with his white boxers exposed. The wusky's hands flew down to his crotch as if that would help in hiding himself in any way.

"HEY! What the hell!" Crisp complained, sitting back up. He knew full well that it was the ghost flying around him and laughing that was manipulating his clothes, but that was just ridiculous!

"Look at that! The doggieboy wears big men underwear! Boxer briefs? They don't suit a pervert such as yourself at all!"

Crisp blushed. He grit his teeth and let out a soft growl, then was about to argue against it when the ghost surprised him by just diving in the air towards him. Crisp flinched for a second, but the ghost's aim was his underwear. It was as if he entered Crisp's underwear, possessing it as he had possessed his shoes. The bright white fabric got a glowy tinge to it and Crisp's eyes went wide. It felt... warm! And wrong. So wrong!

"What the hell are you doing?! G-get out!"

Crisp quickly stood up. He was about to take the possessed underwear off, but then it started... changing! The boxer briefs grew shorter and shorter while at the same time tightening up around Crisp's crotch. It took a new form, then sprouted new colors around the edges, and by the end of it...

Crisp's face grew hot all over again as he looked down at himself wearing tighty whities. The white briefs had red streaks across the waistband and leg holes which only drew even more attention to the main feature, which was how tight they were. They left half of Crisp's butt on display, but more importantly, on the front, it hugged his package so well that its outline was clear as day through the thin fabric.

The sound of laughter came back to the room as the ghost's form appeared from the front of his underwear. The ghost's ethereal form came out of it entirely much to Crisp's relief, but his underwear didn't change back to what it was. He was left wearing that new ridiculous piece!

"What did you do?! C-c-change it back!!" Crisp growled. That only prompted more laughter from the ghost.

"Change it back? But this looks so much more fitting for you! Literally! HAH!" The ghost pretty much rolled around in the air from laughter while Crisp remained the same puddle of deep embarrassment. He looked at himself on the corner mirror, pants around his ankles and that underwear on...

"Just wait until you see how it looks like when you... Oh. OH! It's already happening, isn't it?" The grin had an unnaturally large grin spread across his face.

Crisp looked at him, then down at himself, then his hands went flying down to hide his crotch all over again. "What?! I- I don't k-know what you're talking about! Change my underwear back!"

"Oh, but I think you do know what I'm talking about, doggieboy with your doggieboner. Bonerboy!" The ghost lowered himself so that his ethereal, ghost-like face could hover around Crisp's covered crotch. "You can't hide it from ME! You popping boners over being made to wear this underwear? That it? You like the tighty-whitie-nerdy undies I made for you, perv?"

Crisp looked away. His face felt like it was on fire, yet no matter how hard his hands pressed against his crotch, his almost fully hard dick was hard-pressed to grow inside such tight underwear and that made it hard to fully hide it. WHY was he growing aroused over this? Crisp tried to focus. He tried his best to will his boner down back to its dormant state, but the ghost's constant giggling and laughing made it really hard to concentrate.

"Let me help you out!" the ghost exclaimed. Though the ghostly canine made the motion of pushing Crisp back, his hand went right through his chest and, instead, it was Crisp's shirt again that pulled him back so that he fell sitting on his bed once more. He had to take his hands off his crotch to balance himself, which in turn left the small tent that had appeared there on full display for the ghost to giggle over.

"What are you planning?" Crisp asked, face still burning hot. "I- I've had enough! If you don't stop this right now I'm going to-!"

"Going to do what?" the ghost asked, floating right up to his face with that same wide grin. "Grow a bigger boner? Yeah, I'll see to that! Wait until you see everything I can do!"

The ghost lowered himself. The canine's eyes followed him and widened when the ghost's transparent muzzle stopped right in front of his bulge. Without meaning to, Crisp opened his legs a little wider even if the canine ghost's shoulders were already going through his thighs anyway. The ghost made a show of licking his lips right in front of the growing tent in Crisp's new underwear, then looked up at the wusky, winked... and bent forward.

"Hnngh-!" Crisp groaned. The ghost's ethereal muzzle surrounded the bulge in his briefs, part of his muzzle going through the fabric, but much to his surprise he felt something. Right against his dick even with the underwear still there to cover it. It wasn't quite like a tongue, but it was just as soft and delicate as one. When the ghost's muzzle went down on it, it was as if there was an actual semblance of a muzzle surrounding Crisp's cock.

His erection throbbed. The tent in his underwear grew until the tighty whities were severely strained by it. They sure felt as tight as they were as well. The ghost giggled, then made a licking motion through his underwear on the side of Crisp's cock that he could definitely feel over his length! The wusky's hand came over his underwear to grasp his own boner through it, but that did not faze the ghost in the slightest. In fact, his hand phased right through the ghost's head just as most material things did, yet that muzzle continued to envelop and tease his dick even through his briefs.

"W-what- how- what-!" Crisp asked, but when the ghost went even deeper on his cock, Crisp just let out a moan instead. The ghost let out a chuckle that sounded a little muffled as if he had a real dick in his muzzle indeed. Crisp could feel his entire length enveloped by that warmth.

It was followed by a trick of tongue. Crisp pulled his hand away and used it to support himself against the bed as he felt what had to be a tongue dancing across his length, teasing him. The ghost was, for all accounts, sucking him off. Another soft moan soon followed. With his face still burning hot, he looked down at the large tent in his underwear to see a wet spot forming from his own precum.

Crisp knew he should push the ghost away. Well, literally, he couldn't push, but he knew he should get rid of him. Stop those incredulous events! ...But, as the ghost's mischievous eyes glanced up at him while that muzzle started bobbing up and down his length somehow, the wusky simply felt another moan rise from his throat and let his body relax a little.

The tent in his underwear was obscene. The stain of precum at the tip grew larger and larger as the ghost continued his ethereal blowjob. There were times when the feeling of a tongue around his cock faded away, but it soon returned as the ghost tried harder. Watching that transparent muzzle work through his briefs was still bizarre in every way, but as the pleasure grew higher and higher Crisp's thoughts became more blurred by it and past the point of caring.

That strange, unnatural warmth surrounding his cock, that gentle, feather-like touch of tongue... It wasn't long at all until Crisp found himself thrusting upwards against his own undies as he felt close to cumming. The wusky's hand came to the waistband of his underwear as he moaned, ready to come, but as Crisp lowered the front of his underwear just a little to get his dick free in order to cum, the blowjob stopped. The underwear's waistband flew from his hand and snapped back against his waist.

"Nuh-uh! I made these undies just for you and you want to take them off? How rude!"

Crisp looked down at the ghost. He found himself panting and, as some of the reality of what he was doing dawned on him again, his face grew hot all over again.

"But... I can't cum into my own..."

The ghost's grin widened again.

"And who said anything about cumming, perv?"

Without elaborating on what that meant, the ghost attacked Crisp's cock through the underwear again. The wusky moaned once more as the feeling of tongue returned to caress the underside of his length, swirl around it and make it throb to shoot a new heavy drop of pre against the wet fabric of his new briefs.

It took less than a minute for Crisp to feel like he was about to cum again. His hands tightened into fists, this time not moving to remove his underwear. The thought of cumming into his own undies made shame and embarrassment swell inside Crisp, but the pleasure was so high that at that moment he didn't care. He was about to... he was close to...

And then the ghost stopped again. Crisp looked down to see him grinning and, just as Crisp was looking at him, the ghost leaned forward and gave the pulsing, aching tip of his cock at the very end of the large tent in his undies a lick. Crisp felt it right against the tip of his member, making him moan again involuntarily.

"Come on!" Crisp complained, starting to see the ghost's intentions.

"What? What is it that you want, bonerboy? Could it be... that you want to cream your undies? Is that what you want?"

Crisp's ears fell back and the heat on his face returned in full strength. "N-no! I didn't say that!"

"Well, then what are you complaining about?" The ghost's grin was full of malice. He lowered himself, enveloped Crisp's cock with his muzzle through the underwear again and worked on the wolf for a few more seconds. When Crisp let out a silent groan and thrust upwards a second away from cumming, the ghost pulled back again.

"Hnnngh..." Crisp was left panting. He was so close! He looked down to see his cock pulsing inside his underwear. The stain of pre at the tip was so big that a little bit went through the fabric. It took the wusky a lot of restraint to avoid just reaching down and pumping his cock a few more times to reach the pleasure he sought. ...But that would also mean giving in to what the ghost wanted. It was almost as if Crisp could hear the ghost's laughter echoing through his ears as he cummed to this. The thought filled the canine with further embarrassment... and made his cock throb again.

The ghost floated around his bulge for a few more seconds, then attacked it again. For the third time, Crisp moaned, thrust up, felt the pleasure rise within him... ...Only to have it taken away from him in the last second.

"Enough!" Crisp finally yelled through his ragged breathing. "I've had enough! Stop! I can't... I- I won't..." The wusky reached down to grab his own cock through his underwear as if that could protect him from the ghost's muzzle. His own hand gripping his throbbing member made him let out a soft groan and, again, it took a lot of willpower not to start stroking his cock right there and then.

He needed to get rid of that ghost so that he could do whatever he wanted. If he couldn't get salt to properly exorcise the damn thing, maybe he could conjure a ward to keep it restrained for just long enough for him to be able to...

"Oh, yeah? It's enough you say? Well, I find that funny! I find it very, very funny that you, bonerboy, still think you have a say in all of this!"

Crisp, still deeply embarrassed, let out a soft growl towards the ghost.

"This is my house! You're just a ghost! You can't even touch me properly! You can't d-"

Crisp's words were interrupted right in the middle when the ghost, hovering in front of him lifted his hands. In direct response to it, Crisp's shirt went up as well, covering his face and head in a tangled mess that had the canine grunting and fighting to undo.

"I might not be able to touch you or most of the material world, but there's still plenty of things a smart ghost like me can do, bonerboy! I was playing nice with you, but now you're just asking for some roughing up!"

Crisp was able to pull his shirt back down and recover just in time to see the ghost flying off to take a dive back into the bright green shoes he had come from. For a brief moment, Crisp thought he had given up, but then much to his surprise, the pair of sneakers came flying straight towards him, fitting around the sitting canine's footpaws with dead-on accuracy. As the sneakers flew to fill his feet, Crisp immediately felt them tying themselves on so hard that they felt tight on them. Tight and warm, for some reason.

"What are you doing?!" Crisp put his feet on the ground, then shook them in a helpless effort to kick the shoes away. He was about to reach down to untie the shoelaces and remove them when he felt the same warmth that surrounded his feet coming up. It enveloped his jeans that were still around his ankles, his underwear that still had his boner tenting it up and then even his shirt around his chest. Panicking, Crisp stood up, but that too proved to be a mistake.

"Ack!" The canine almost fell back again when his jeans that were crumpled up at his ankles were suddenly yanked back up all the way to his waist. His shirt was lowered as well, and then the shoes started moving on their own again. They carried Crisp's feet with them, which resulted in the wusky doing a very awkward walk towards his big mirror guided by his own feet while trying to balance himself.

"Take a good look, bonerboy!" the ghost's voice echoed from all around him. Towards the mirror, Crisp looked, and then he gasped.

Much as his underwear had, all of his clothes started changing at the same time. The ghost's glow enveloped them and they started taking different forms. His jeans that had been dark blue took a lighter tone of the same color. The zipper, the belt, all disappeared around his waistband at the same time as it started just outright shrinking. While before his pants had gone all the way down to his ankles, the legs started growing shorter and shorter until they barely went past his thighs. His jeans transformed into the shortest, tightest sports shorts he had ever seen. The coloring was so light that the dark red of the waistband and legholes of his briefs beneath them was almost visible! Not to mention that the shorts did very little to help cover the tent he was still showing.

The rest of his clothes didn't fare much better. Crisp's shirt got smaller and smaller too. It clung to his neck, chest and arms very tightly and, instead of covering everything, it turned into a half-top that left the canine's smooth belly on full display. The sleeves grew shorter too, but it was as if part of them separated themselves from the shirt to fall down all the way to his hands and, opposite to the rest of his clothing, start growing instead of shrinking. By the end of it, Crisp found himself wearing two sets of long arm white arm warmers that went from his hands all the way to above his elbows.

Perhaps still the worst part of the set was still his feet, though. The bright green shoes didn't change at all, but Crisp's white socks? They also grew. They grew and grew all the way to his knees to become a ridiculous pair of knee-high socks. Not only that, his once plain white socks got a new bright green pattern of stripes that matched the shoes and would draw everyone's attention to it right away.

"W-w-w-what did you do! My clothes!!"

Crisp looked at himself in the mirror. Arm warmers, half-top shirt, those tiny shorts with briefs and those high socks with the bright shoes. Crisp could see the deep red under the fur of his face as well as he blushed. He used his hands to feel his new clothes as if he couldn't even believe they were real, but unfortunately, they were. Very, very real.

"That's a MUCH more fitting look for you, bonerboy! I see your boner still agrees!"

Though the ghost was right back to laughing, Crisp's face got even redder. His dick indeed had not shrunk an inch. The wusky still felt the tightness of his briefs and the sticky wetness of even more precum keeping it messy around his boner.

"Now how about we show the whole world your new look? It would be no fun if you were the only one that got to see it!" The ghost's laughter echoed all around him. Crisp, however, gasped. His eyes went wide. He could NOT go out like that!

"No no no no no! Th-this isn't funny!" With urgency, Crisp turned around to head towards the kitchen. He needed salt and his textbook. Heneeded to get rid of that ghost.

Much to Crisp's surprise, however, he found himself stopping after taking no more than two steps.

"Nah-ah-ah. We're going wherever I want now!"

Crisp tried to move. His shoes felt like rocks weighing his feet down. When he tried to move his arms, the arm warmers surrounding them pulled both of them right down to his sides and kept them there as well. After a few seconds of Crisp struggling against his own clothes, one of his shoes shot forward again, forcing his foot where it wanted to go and making Crisp walk in that awkward manner again. The canine was turned around, then forced to walk towards his window.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!" Crisp said. He tried to sound imposing, he really did, but it came out more like begging.

The ghost didn't stop until Crisp pretty much bumped against the glass of his window. His apartment wasn't that high up, so he could see people walking on the sidewalk down there as well as cars driving by. The ghost shoved Crisp forward again until the wusky was pretty much hugging the glass with his face and body pressed against it.

"Look at all these people down there! They have no idea that a huge pervert lives among them! I mean... unless one of them decides to look up here, right?" The ghost was right back to laughing. Crisp looked down and realized that his tented shorts and undies were hard-pressed against the glass, obvious even if covered, so he tried to pull back. The ghost didn't let him.

"Stop this! C'mon!" Crisp pretty much begged.

"But why? You wanted it so badly just a little while ago..." The ghost's tone was full of malice again. Crisp's ears folded themselves back against his head. "...Why don't we finish what we started, bonerboy?"

Pressed against his own window and unable to properly move, Crisp felt something moving around his shoes. He did his best to look down just in time to see the laces of his sneakers undoing themselves, then Crisp's eyes went wide when he saw them leaving the shoes to start to snake up his legs. First past his socks, then each one of them went up one of the leg holes of Crisp's tight shorts.

"What are you doing now?! S-stop! Hngh!" Crisp fought to pull back against the window, but it was as if there was a force just keeping him against it. Some magnetism between the glass and his clothes. Crisp felt his briefs actually giving way so that the laces of his shoes could snake their way into them through the leg holes as well and, much as he feared, he soon felt them starting to envelop his still very hard cock.

"Stop!" Crisp urged again, but the ghost, as always, laughed at him.

"Stop? But your boner says go! You like this? You got a thing for this? Dooooo you, bonerboy? Gonna let the whole city see how hard you get in these special clothes?"

Crisp fought it. He closed his eyes, prayed that no one would look up at his window and actually fought to somehow will his boner down. It was an impossible task, however, because the laces of his shoes started massaging his dick inside his underwear. The aglets caressed it much like the ghost's tongue had, rubbing it, teasing it... And then, the laces wrapped around his cock so that they could stroke it...

"Hnnnngh... s-stop!" Crisp still urged, but the edge of orgasm he had been so close to before was returning fast. Too fast. The ghost's laughter filled his apartment again as the laces and aglets sped up. They worked his dick up, stroking it, up and down... All still inside his very tight briefs. The tent on his underwear and short grew larger still, the new thicker droplets of precum coming so fast that they went past both fabrics to dot the window with white...

"Stop! I'm gonna- g-gonna...!" Crisp urged. He fully expected the ghost to stop just like he had before and this time, hard-pressed against a window full of possible prying eyes, he actually wanted it to. That was probably the reason why the ghost just laughed even more and, instead of stopping, sped up even more.

Right against the window, Crisp let out a loud moan. The pleasure rose past the point of no return and, with the laces of his shoes still working his dick inside his underwear, he came. Crisp's ears pressed even harder against his head just as his face grew crimson red when, alongside the pleasure of a potent orgasm, the wusky felt his sticky cum filling his underwear.

"That's right, bonerboy! Creeeeeeeaaaaam it!" The ghost urged. And Crisp did. Jet after jet, his own aglets milked every drop of his seed into his undies. The thickest of it worked its way past the fabric to stain his shorts and even the window before it while the rest of it just filled Crisp's underwear with his own cum. Completely wet, the very thin fabric was on the very border of becoming see-through.

Crisp's overwhelming orgasm continued until his weary dick was just pumping the last bits of seed into the large mess he had already made. The ghost's continuous laughter was almost background noise to the dizzy canine, but he was happy when the damn ghost finally allowed him to step back from his window. Crisp had been too caught up in his own pleasure to notice, but he sure as hell hoped no one had seen him. The stain of cum remained in the glass of his window, though, but the worst of it was between his legs. Crisp could feel the fur of his balls all creamy and the fabric of his undies uncomfortable wet. He groaned in disgust. Now that his pleasure was mostly gone, only shame and deep embarrassment over what the ghost had made him do remained.

"Oh, this is good! This is TOO good! I was right! We are gonna have a LOT of fun you and I, bonerdoggieboy!"

Crisp's tired, half-hard dick was still jostled between his legs as the ghost made him start walking again. This time, however, the wusky quickly noticed that they were heading out of his room, then down the hallway, then towards the front door...

"What are you doing?! Wait, no, I've had enough! You gotta let me go!" Just as before, Crisp tried to fight against his clothes and shoes pulling at him, but his struggling only made his walk more awkward than before as the clothes kept pulling him in the direction the ghost wanted no matter what.

"Let you go? HAH! As if! You better hold that boner of yours back now because you said you needed to get groceries, didn't you? Well, that's where we're going, then!"

Crisp's eyes shot wide as quickly as his ears shot down. Though his boner had indeed receded, for the most part, the wet patch of his own cum in his shorts and underwear was still somewhat visible! He couldn't walk around with his underwear full of cum. With those clothes!

And yet, as the ghost forced him to use his hands to awkwardly open his front door and step outside, all Crisp could do was let out a whine and a whimper.

"Do try to keep that boner of yours in check, though, because if it pops up in the middle of the store it's not gonna be MY fault!"

With the ghost's laughter surrounding him, Crisp was led towards the elevator.

Crisp's bad day was still far from over.