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"Surely 'tis a pity to leave your body just standing there, unoccupied though..." Channing pressed his hand down on his belly, forcing the glowing green outline of Lysander's soul to sit 'back' a bit more inside his transparent, luminous form. "The shape is so comely and alluring." The ghostly aristocrat grinned toothily.

Huffing in embarrassment, Lysander pushed his blunt fingertips into the ectoplasm containing his soul, feeling the smooth cool surface stretch as he tried to reach for his body and the wand still gripped loosely by the corporeal hand. "At least let me experience it if you intend to grope my body, arse..."

Keeping the deer's head pressed under his fingers, the lupine spirit drifted away from the blankly standing body. He brought his other hand up to his lips. With two fingers pressed into his mouth his chest inflated in size, and then contracted sharply as an echoing, otherworldly whistle rang out throughout the open room.

Lysander's body trembled at the sound, the wooden wand tumbling from its grasp. As the sound faded, it returned to its blank stare, breathing steadily as the autonomous systems continued to function without the soul in place.

A new form drifted into the room through the stone wall opposite the gorged wolf. Faintly glowing orange, the ghost was of a muscular bear. The ursine must have been a very strong man in life, and the manner of his death left his ethereal body unmarred. His broad shoulders capped the inverted triangle of a torso he displayed, though his midsection wasn't quite defined, having a slightly domed core of what had been muscle in life. "What is it, Channing?" The new spirit spoke with a deep, raspy voice. The bruin perked as he noticed both the deer and the deer's body in addition to his stuffed friend.

Channing grinned toothily. "Braun, my dear friend... I have found you an unoccupied body." He gestured at Lysander's vacantly staring corporeal form.

The deer thrashed against the elastic ectoplasm upon hearing that. "Hey!"

Braun's eyes widened, glowing brighter as he turned his attention back to the curvaceous cervine standing there. He swooped to Lysander's body's back, holding out his powerful arms, before bringing them together in front of his built chest. The bear stood at least a foot taller and was three times as wide in the shoulders compared to the vessel he was preparing to claim. This was no deterrent, obviously, to the eager ghost. He pointed his fingers like he was going to dive and pressed his large hands in just above the shoulder blades.

The vacant body trembled as the spirit phased through flesh.

Lysander finally got his face to press against the smooth white surface of the wolf's belly. "That's mine!"

"Don't see your name on it." The bear rumbled with a smirk as he braced against the floor with an ethereal foot. The ghost ducked his head down as he forced his arms deeper, almost as though he was climbing into a suit that opened in the back. The more he pushed, the more his muscular form was forced to distort lest he just phase through the other side. With a lurch, his broad shoulders finally vanished from sight, his massive torso and legs still outside of the flesh.

The empty deer's hands trembled, then the fingers curled and uncurled.

Lysander struggled further as he watched his body being taken over, getting a full arm to press out wrapped in white ectoplasm as his head made a lopsided distension from his asymmetrical antlers.

Braun lifted one leg from the floor, bringing it up to press through the deer's ample backside and into the vessel's leg. Despite their height difference, it seemed as though the one part of his body that didn't need to compress to fit into this body was his hips. Spreading the physical body's arms, the bear's ethereal form lurched the rest of the way into the flesh. Lysander's eyes glowed orange and his mouth opened in a raspy groan.

Grasping Lysander's ethereal arm and pressing the soul back down into his core, Channing drifted closer. "So, Braun... how's the fit?" He clenched his ectoplasmic stomach down on Lysander firmly.

The bear possessing the deer's body held himself in a way entirely different to how Lysander had. His shoulders were pressed back and his hooves sat quite a bit further apart than looked natural. He looked over his hands and felt one of his arms. "A bit smoller than I expected my new body to be." The voice that came out was still recognizably belonging to the deer, but strained as if being forced into a lower register. Braun prodded at his flat, narrow chest with a blunt hoof-like tip of one finger. "'Specially around the chest."

The aristocratic wolf relented and allowed the deer soul in his stomach to squirm again. "You did ask me to tell you the very first time I found an unoccupied body, dear."

With a gruff chuckle that seemed incongruous considering his current corporeal shape, Braun began to walk. "I did say that, didn't I?" He pulled the deer's lips into a sharp smirk, before dropping back to a more focused expression. Forcing the beautifully sculpted effeminate form to strut as if he had wide shoulders, the possessing bear began to pace back and forth, suppressing hip-sway and emphasizing arm movement.

This sight set Channing giggling up a storm.

In the wolf's moment of distraction, Lysander peered up the translucent form of his captor. He faintly saw the throat that he must have been drawn through from inside his own body before, and the passage leading down to the top of the chamber he was in... The luminous green deer gathered up his hooves beneath his ample hips and pushed with his thighs. At the same time, he pressed his hands together in a similar way to how the bear had shoved into his own unoccupied body.

The white ghost's eyes widened, his giggle-fit interrupted by a glowing green shape pressing up his throat from behind his cravat.

The pair of hands shoved up into the wolf's mouth, fingers digging at the jaws from within. Lysander's face squeezed up next, distorted to fit into the tight space of Channing's throat. Down below, he'd nearly gotten his legs straight, his wide hips just barely getting hidden by either side of the aristocratic ghost's open shirt and jacket.

Channing pursed his lips, managing to keep his jaws shut against the struggling pressure trying to force them apart. His cheeks were stretched out with the form of the deer soul's elbows, the green luminescence of his prey shining easily out of his ectoplasm. Tilting his head back, the wolf swallowed powerfully, the sound echoing throughout the chamber.

Lysander lost his grip as his knees buckled against the will of his captor. His wide rear dropped right down against the transparent stomach lining, the impact sending the whole belly sagging elastically while his upper body was sluiced through the ectoplasmic tunnel of the wolf's throat. As soon as all of him was once again within the snug, elastic chamber, the gut bounced back up, tossing the deer soul about.

Braun paused in his pacing, his attention drawn to his friend's struggles. "Having some trouble with your venison, there?" The possessing spirit asked, the deer's stolen lips curled into a cruel smirk.

The lupine adjusted his cravat and groped over his belly with both hands. "There's nothing a wolf can't keep down. Even in death." Channing smiled smugly.

Glaring up towards the path he'd just been denied, the disembodied deer froze. From his vantage point he could see the bullet wound that Channing had died from in that fateful duel. Could he...? He waited for the wolf's hands to abate in their pushing down upon his knees, making sure his hooves were underneath the curve of his ethereal rump. Then he pushed off again.

"You see..." The deceased aristocrat began, taking his hands from his transparent white belly to gesticulate. Before his thought could be completed, he felt something very strange beneath his jacket. A moment later, the lapel that he normally kept folded over to hide the mortal wound flapped forward with force. He looked down to see a green, blunt-fingered hand grasping, jutting from the hole in his chest.

Lysander dug the fingers of his other hand into the rim of the opening with an echoing grunt, trying to pry it open enough for his head to have a chance following.

Braun burst out laughing; pointing at the predicament his friend was in with his stolen finger. "Are ya sure ya got it under control, mate?" He coughed a bit as he found that the deer's lung capacity wasn't enough to keep up with his schadenfreude.

Grasping the clawing hoof-tips, Channing shoved the ethereal green hand right back into his chest with a grunt, gritting his teeth. He closed his eyes and clenched his ectoplasmic form down on the soul inside, his thoughts focused on keeping the deer in his belly, sagging over his waist, floating above that wisp he sported now...

The displaced soul grunted as he was yet again forced back down into the elastic belly, his passages out being strictly held shut by the inner surfaces of the aristocratic ghost. He was about to start struggling again when the stomach walls closed in on him even tighter, resisting his movement and restricting him further.

The white phantom snarled a bit, mind still focused on keeping Lysander there... an echoing gurgle resounded throughout the chamber. He perked and opened his eyes.

Lysander felt a wave of euphoria from everywhere the ectoplasm was in contact with his ethereal form. The luminous green deer moaned and writhed, confused but also seeking out more of that blissful sensation.

Channing's look of surprise faded into a grin as he recognized what was happening. "Looks like after all these years a wolf stomach still recognizes what to do with deer..." His smooth white stomach let out another eager gurgle, the walls starting to knead and rub instead of just clench down.

Braun was already undoing the snug trousers on Lysander's body, huffing a bit. "Was tight enough around these damn hips without you putting on such a show..." He dug his hoof-tipped thumb into the deer's underwear and pulled them down, revealing the thick root of his swelling arousal.

Meanwhile, the trapped soul moaned out in his echoing, hollow voice. The ectoplasm was compressing and squeezing, massaging over his very essence... but at the same time it was starting to stick and pull. He pressed at one of the white stomach walls with his hand, and when he pulled back it stuck and stretched like molten marshmallow. Lysander panted heavily as even that felt wonderful...

The wolf licked over his lips, rubbing over the dome of his full smooth gut. He wagged his wisp about like a tail behind him, his fingers squishing down, feeling how much give the soul within had, how much was getting stuck... Channing groaned appreciatively.

By this point, the spirit possessing Lysander's body had gotten the cervine flesh free and was stroking along it. Braun licked his lips as well, jerking off the ample maleness he'd found hiding in the feminine deer's pants. He casually strutted closer, making sure that he was standing in a position where the churning soul would see what he was doing.

Lysander's eyes glowed brightly as all pleasure faded from his face. He grunted, kicking off the stretchy inner lining of the ghostly stomach and ramming his head and arms into the forward wall. His head, uneven antlers, shoulders and grasping arms lunged forth, wrapped in a thin layer of white ectoplasm keeping his luminous green soul from directly touching his body. The cervine spirit snarled angrily as he kept trying to get back to his corporeal form.

"Okay, no more stress and rage, my sweet..." Channing growled, bringing his wisp down and forward. At the same time he clenched his stomach down, the bend of his 'spine' helping yank his meal back into a more contained bundle. The wolf groped over his belly, making sure to rub over the deer soul's ample rump. "It feels good to give in, does it not?"

Braun was only turned on by how much he had upset the green spirit bundled into his friend's belly. He jerked harder, chest heaving trying to keep up with the breaths he was telling the much smaller body to do. "I can see him sinkin' in properly now..."

Huffing, the trapped soul squirmed... the feeling of the walls clinging and massaging was indeed very pleasurable... and the grope to his weighty cheek was something he normally would have deeply appreciated. At the bear ghost's words from his own mouth, however, Lysander looked at where the stretchy ectoplasm was clinging to his form. The green glow was draining from his shape, his form turning the same white as Channing's ethereal body surrounding him in a creeping wave from every point that the deer's spirit was stuck.

The aristocratic wolf noticed as well, groping and tenderly squeezing along his prey through his stomach. "Now Lysander, you know I wouldn't do anything I couldn't undo to you..." He licked his lips and clenched playfully. "But would you really want me to undo this...?"

In the deer's body, the possessing ursine growled, bending forward to watch the process better, all while his stolen hand became a blur on throbbing flesh, leaking cervine pre.

Channing placed both paws over his gut and pushed down greedily, compressing his stomach and its occupants as he clenched down. His slavering ethereal jaws gaped in a silent moan, his whole form trembling. From the belly below came a low, resonant and echoing glrrrrrrngle. A moment later, he relaxed and pulled his hands away, panting blissfully. His white belly was there, apparently empty. It was smaller than when the deer's soul was bundled all the way up within, but significantly rounder than before he'd turned the tables on his living friend.

Braun brayed, trembling all over as he shot seed from his stolen body. The deer seed launched right at the newly pacified belly, phasing right through it as if it wasn't there. The hardwood floor got splattered by spurt after spurt as the ghost rode out his orgasm.

The wolf aristocrat giggled at the display and groped over his belly. He squeezed his new paunch between his thumbs and fingers, giving it a wobble. "It's been ages since I've been able to gain weight..."

Panting heavily, the bear spirit struggled to stand upright as aftershocks of pleasure visibly wracked the deer body he inhabited. "I'll do you one better. It's been forever since I had a real corporeal orgasm..."

Channing laughed, floating a bit closer. "You win that one, my friend."

The transparent white belly suddenly distended with a hand with familiar blunt fingers, reaching for Lysander's occupied body. Shortly after, the deer's muzzle pressed out in a groan, scrunched in annoyance.

Braun jumped and staggered backwards. His half-on trousers meant he lost his footing, coming down hard on his wide cervine arse. "I thought he was ghost fat! The fuck!"

Groping with one hand, the wolf pressed the bulges back into his pudge with a lustful growl. "Oh, he is ghost fat... just hasn't accepted it yet~"

The exposed deer smirked at that, then looked down at his arms and chest, prodding himself. "I wish this body was bigger..." Braun got up unsteadily, not used to his center of gravity being at his hips.

A low, empty growl echoed from Channing's paunch. The wolf was looking towards the door that Lysander had entered the chamber through at the start of the night's activities. He licked his lips slowly. "You know... there's a whole party of mortals downstairs..."

Standing by a mirror and flexing his arm, Braun chuckled dismissively. "You do what you want, ya glutton." He changed poses, twisting to examine just how big Lysander's arse was in his reflection. "I'll be playing around with being corporeal."

As if in response to that, Lysander forced himself to bulge out the ectoplasm again, directly towards Braun. He pushed more of his arm out, his head emerging enough for his uneven antlers to appear embossed in the smooth white surface of the wolf's ethereal paunch.

Channing stroked affectionately along the deer's muzzle this time, drifting right through the door and out of sight of the stolen body. "Just relax and enjoy being wolf fat..." His other hand gently pressed the reaching arm back into his ectoplasmic pudge. "It is where you belong~"

A faint green glow appeared on the white cheeks of the deer's distension, a faint, echoing whine sounding from him as a pull within dragged him back down into being ethereal wobble.

The wolf licked his lips, grinning. As soon as Lysander had settled again, his belly let out another haunting, empty cry for sustenance. Channing drifted down the stairs, the sounds of the Halloween party getting louder as he neared more souls...

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Channing swallowed firmly, the violet form of a pair of feline foot paws traveling along the underside of the wolf's distended throat. The ectoplasm squeezed in behind the descending feet, sending the feline soul to join the half-dozen others writhing about within the transparent dome of his gut, long since hopelessly large to even consider closing his shirt or jacket back up. Licking his lips, the wolf looked down at a single otter, staring up at him.

The otter swallowed, his eyes darting between the glowing spirit's eyes and the myriad of forms that were bulging out the belly. Not just the six who he could see inside, but other hands occasionally pressed out the white surface, other faces. As the lutra watched, one of the colorful souls was fading and smoothing away into more of the white ectoplasm.

"Are you ready to join the rest of your friends as ghost fat?" The heavyset lupine growled, voice echoing through the formerly so lively party. He reached forward, stroking along his belly and playfully pressing down on a deer's face that bulged without a visible soul backing it up.

Despite all odds and survival instinct... the reason the otter was breathing deeply was that the whole thing... his eyes darted around. Every single other person who came to this party was standing vacantly, staring off into the middle distance. They were breathing still, but no one was at the wheel. And he had watched this beastly apparition make that so, drawing souls from bodies and devouring them, greedily... Yes, the last un-taken soul had a reason to be staring and fidgeting... he liked it. He was a flustered mess, in point of fact.

When the lutra looked back to the wolf's stomach, he blushed deeply. Already five had turned to three visible souls. But the bulges pressing out of the ectoplasm were numerous as ever. Some were distinct, while others were rounded, smoothed over.

"I'll take that blush as a yes." Channing growled deeply, swooping far faster than one would think such a mighty gut would allow. He grasped the otter on his thick tail, bringing its tip to his transparent lips. He latched onto the limb like a straw, sucking firmly.

The otter gasped, and then his expression went blank. His breathing steadied, as the cyan form of the lutra's tail was dragged into the greedy ghost's throat. Shortly after, his rump was dragged into sight within Channing's gullet, then his legs and arms.

Floating back into an upright position, the rotund spirit pursed his lips, pinning the otter soul's face against the top of his own webbed toes. His ethereal tongue curled and wrapped around the lutra's blushing visage and pulled inward. With an echoing groan from the last of his meal, Channing swallowed the cyan form of the flustered prey.

Dropping into the spacious belly, the lutra found himself between the cat that came before him and a duck, the third already faded away. Now that he was inside, he could see that it was contact with the white ectoplasm of the walls that was pulling on the other two, stringy melting strands grasping on and pulling at their color. He panted, torn between trying to not touch anything and just shoving himself into one of the walls to be taken faster.

Channing made the decision for his final meal. He crossed his palms against the back of his head and extended his back. At the same time, he clenched his belly down powerfully, eyes clenched shut.

The otter hardly had any time to brace himself before he was pinned between the duck and cat, the mallow melt of the stomach walls compressing onto him everywhere he wasn't pinned to one of the other souls.

The phantom bit his lip with a lustful growl as he felt the spirits within his gut give. All at once, what had been three colorful shapes of full bodies had faded to just more of his white ethereal fat. He let out a howl, his clenched belly shrunk down to what would be a reasonable sized gut for a heavyset male of Channing's station in life. But then he relaxed the clench and his gut wobbled out impossibly large, buoyant due to his ethereal nature.

Soon after, the squirming re-emerged. Channing grinned as he spotted the flustered otter surface on the top of his smooth, stretchy belly, amongst many others. The wolf began to playfully press hands and faces down, growling indulgently with the sensation of forcing the trapped souls back into his ectoplasmic adipose. "Shush you sillies..." He reached around and groped his gut from either side, smooshing the fatty dome into an oblong shape for a moment. "You're all my squish and wobble now..." Grinning playfully, the lupine leaned close to his gut and murmured. "Or don't shush... your squirming feels amazing~"

A low rumble echoed throughout the space, and a bulge rose up the wolf's throat. Channing perked, his cheeks puffing out, before a white mist gushed out on the wave of a low, guttural belch. The writhing resumed in earnest, faces and hands and feet and knees and tails... He groaned blissfully, reclining on air as he trailed his fingertips over his plump ghostly gut.

There was a sound of hooves on the stairs. The curvaceous deer walked into view, eyes glinting orange in the low light of the party space. "Well then..." Braun chuckled, still holding the body's voice at its lower limit. "You have been busy..."

Channing waved to Braun, beckoning him over. "Oh yes... just had a wonderful buffet..." He groped over his belly with his free hand, pressing down on a duck bill.

The ghost in the stolen body looked around the space, eyes darting about as he strutted towards the much larger spirit. He whistled low. "Well then. Four and twenty if you count my former host." He turned his attention to the writhing belly, studying the various shapes. "Why are some clear and others all... rounded over?"

Groaning indulgently with a particularly firm press on a bulging mink face, the lupine ghost grinned toothily. "Some are close to accepting the fact that they're wolf fat, others aren't."

Grinning darkly, Braun took a few more steps forward. "So they'll all smooth over, soon?"

Channing licked his lips and coyly put a hand on his double chin. "That'd spoil the fun to tell..." He winked, and pressed his palm down on a face that was too mushed up to begin with to identify, stifling its ethereal moan. "And how's the body?" The wolf asked politely mere moments after the indulgent sigh he'd made from feeling that particular meal settle.

The deer slapped his own hefty arse firmly with one palm, sending both cheeks wobbling for a good few moments. "Wrong body shape. I miss my muscles."

"So, you'll work on building muscle mass?" The lupine playfully teased.

Braun chuckled, smirking. "Yeah. Really work on arms and chest, build up..."

"Hey!" A very muffled voice came from amidst all of the moaning faces on the gut.

Apparently missing that amongst the commotion, the bear in deer guise licked his lips idly and turned away.

Channing's eyes widened at a sudden lurching sensation. Lysander's form pressed out from amongst the chaos, nearly his full stature outlined in the distension of ectoplasm that he had taken control of. Every detail was sharp as ever, showing just how little he had accepted his situation, from the tip of his hooves to his single broken antler.

Braun patted his flat belly, oblivious to the lunging arms struggling to get at his back. "Good thing there's so much protein standing around in here..."

Lysander snarled, thrashing and clawing at his usurper. "I worked hard on that figure, you bastard!"

Channing clenched down, yanking the full deer shape back down into the wobble of his large belly. "Settle down now and enjoy your stay, dear..." He hugged around his belly, wrapping his hands into the underside. He wagged his wisp at just how far apart his hands were, unable to meet around his new girth.

The bear ghost, however, was sizing up the unoccupied body of the cat. "I always could take another of these bodies better suited to bulking... but that wouldn't upset that prissy doe nearly as much." He winked Lysander's eye back at his friend.

"Don't you listen to the bad burr, my dear..." The wolf crooned to his belly, before rotating to be more upright, hefting his gut as though it was intensely heavy rather than weightless. He massaged against the under-hang his paws were digging into with an indulgent groan. "All you souls are just... sooooo fattening..." He bounced it up and down in his arms, before letting go. The gut surged down, nearly 'striking' the floor before bouncing back up into its regular shape.

The next time Lysander's face pressed to the surface, his antlers had been smoothed over, his features a bit foggier... and he was moaning in pleasure like all the others...