FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This one, again, is loosely inspired by an art piece, this time commissioned from valbits on FA which you can find here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57341212/

This one took me a chunk of time, I think I had a good spurt of productivity and wrote the bulk of this and the second half totalling up at around, currently, 11k words combined, but I struggled to get the full of it edited and finished in time to make it in time to keep up with a weekly-ish upload. So I'm splitting this one into two halves! The second half will include some urethral penetration in the form of bladder and ball fisting, and some extra bodymodification, along with a more flavour-focused scene with Taira. From there, I'm hoping to write a part 3 following up from that following Taira's perspective being stuck in the house as a more 'normal' person being put into the weird kink scenarios I put my usual gals into!

I'm not hugely sure how folk'll take this one given I got a touch carried away with taking it where-ever I wanted, but hey. Feel free to let me know what you think, I like to hear where I've done well and where I've been lacking so I can do better!

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CONTENT WARNINGS

Honestly, I'm a little unsure what in all to tag this, there's a lot. Hopefully I haven't missed anything!

Ghost-fucking, dubious consent, casual sexual acts, disinterested sexual acts, implied exhibitionism (ghosts!), exhibitionism (people!), public humiliation, fisting, hyper dicks (ghosts!), prehensile penises (ghosts!), cum inflation (ectoplasm?), cum through, extreme temperatures (cold), invisible penetrations, extreme gaping, implied permanent body modification.

Housesitting was more of a pain in the ass than expected.

Like… literally.

Nicola would groan faintly in her sleep, rolling over to try and buck the now familiar sensation of a new pair of hands digging into her behind. Eager as always, caressing her soft, ample ass-cheeks, digging claws in, kneading and working her like a cat making biscuits. It'd been what – a week, coming up on two? At first, she thought she was going insane. The feeling of hands randomly grabbing at her, groping her flesh hard enough that she could see it squishing inwards. Or she'd be going up the stairs to feel fingers spreading her cheeks, brushing and teasing her taut, clenching ring and almost making her fall right back down. Or the many, many times she sat down in the living room to feel multiple sets of paws and claws settle on her thighs and nuts and start groping her. But, now?

“Come on, man, just wait for the morning... You can do what you want then, just give me like, one more hour at least," came the dozy mumbling. She didn't even bother cracking an eye – it wasn't like there was anything there after all, at least that she could see. She could usually see the paw-print and claw marks digging into her fur and skin and ruffling her fur, but otherwise, her temporary ghostly housemates didn't really give much evidence in the, whole, visual-light spectrum. The one she could see.

If she didn't think to open a window and ask a passer by if they could see the handprint groping her tits one day, she probably would think she'd lost it.

Those persistent digits continued, regardless.

An annoyed grumble, a sigh – reluctantly, she peeled one eye open to glance to one side at her alarm clock. At least if it was late enough in the morning, she could justify getting-

“You wretched cunts stopped the clock AGAIN? COME ON," exasperated, Nicola whipped her tail forward in anger to knock the little manual alarm clock off the table, reaching out to grab her phone instead. 05:05. It wasn't ideal, but she supposed it could work. First, though? Harsh words were necessary, “Look, I can deal with not being able to wear clothes while I'm here. I can deal with having a minimum of three fingers buried under my tail at all times. I can even sleep through having you perverts constantly stirring my guts. But what _, exactly, is the point of stopping my alarm clock when I have a digital one RIGHT NEXT TO IT? _"

Her only response was the hollow, echoing giggles drifting through the rafters. Fucks sake.

Head flumping back into the fluffy, down-filled pillows, the vulpine took a couple moments to stare at the wall and feel. Given the time the set of hands on her rump were taking, and the relative gentleness, the tenderness she was being treated with… They were persistent, ever-present, sure, but it was kind of like they were waiting for permission. As far as horny ghosts went, this one was probably the second most respectful of her wishes. What was she calling this one again?

“I was calling you Sal, right? Get it over with, I'll manage while I get ready – NGH!" her body stiffened with a jolt, her reflex to having a cold, cool presence curling up into her rump and snaking through her guts not particularly something she could fight with. Tongue today, apparently? Or maybe the ghost had a prehensile dick. Not a moment's hesitation, Sal was ready to just go at it like a jackhammer from moment one, “R-right, fuck. Enjoy yourself back there, I guess, I'll just…"

Legs sliding over the side of the bed, she uneasily pushed herself to her feet, using the wall for support. Even with her personal disinterest, her thighs would tremble in spite of her stubborn resistance. While she tried not to care, Nicola couldn't fight the fact her body was struggling to keep up with the sensations and the pressure pushing against the muscles she needed to move. Fat ass spread around an invisible invader as it began to undulate into her innards, a rising and falling rhythm pushing out the pudgy flesh of her belly. Probably a dick, she settled on. That uneasy cold seeped into the warmth of her core, sending shivers up her spine as she stumbled through the halls, ignoring the gropes and caresses of passing hands on her crotch and bare, exposed form. The number of different shapes and sizes she felt throughout any given day, it made her wonder just how many eyes she had on her at any point. A weird sort of exhibitionism, given she'd never know, but…

“Mmm… You're quite big, aren't you?" Nic would mutter while heading in to the bathroom and leaning over the sink for support. Tail raised, she couldn't help but glance behind her in the large, ornate mirror set in the wall. Initially, she thought it was just a nice mirror for making sure that one could make sure they're shampooing all their fur, but, well… Leaning further forward, she was able to get a nice, deep view into the stirring of her insides, see just how deep her invader was getting. Right into her guts, the pinkish-red folds of her intestines spreading open for her invisible invader again and again. Clenching, squeezing, twitching – all uselessly, helpless to do anything but caress air. That she could see, it was wriggling about a foot and a half, maybe two into her body, but that was before it twisted around a bend in her guts, able to feel it sinking deeper, see it wriggling in the chubby, jiggling flesh of her tummy. “Yep, that's… in there, alright. Is that just really flexible or is it prehensi- oooh, yep, yeah it is, thanks- Hn- Sal, you can stop- ngh- demonstrating-“

The vixen let out a grunt, immediately coming to regret the question, given just how much her ghostly gut-rearranger seemed to be riled up by the query. They were twisting it inside her now, curling it deeper into the winding mess of her bowels and tugging on the velvety folds, wrenching them out of place. By the looks of it, intentionally straightening them out, treating her to the unique, body-wracking feeling of her guts being bunched up and compressed further and further around a far too excitable tendril of invisible cock. Playing with the flesh of her belly, and pushing the soft fat down against cold marble, working that chill into her inside and out now.

“Ah- that's rough, man, hold- hold on, just- Let me-“ Nicola's breaths came ragged now with the enthusiasm her ghostly companion had. She couldn't match it, but she could at least brush her teeth and get in a more comfortable position for it. Snatching her toothbrush from the holder, she rolled her body over on the counter, hopped herself up to rest her hips in the sink and straddle a leg up aside her head. Her back to the smaller sink mirror now, she settled her weight against it, hips raised and at the perfect angle to settle in and watch her guts get reamed. Given the fucking and stimulation and groping was near constant the past week, she'd spent every drop in her nuts long ago and whenever they tried to milk more out of her, it was just blanks after blanks. Still, it was kinda hot to be able to see those thrusts getting shallower in her middle, faster.

“Yep, you just- ugh- I can feel you against the bottom of my ribs, man- Have I ever let you finish inside me before? It always feels weird so if you could- Pull- AH-“ her casual attempts at negotiation were, as usual, completely ignored. Instead that body-chilling, invisible spire writhed with rapt excitement, visibly swelling with something while switching to shallow, frenzied thrusts. A pair of hips were clearly slapping and bounced against her jiggly rear the way ripples cascaded along the plentiful flesh, all the way up her meaty thighs.

It didn't take long for her to find out what that bloating snaking through her was, though – something ice cold blossoming deep inside her, snaking through what little distance she had remaining to her stomach in her guts. A paunch steadily built in her lower belly, the chill seeping into her very core and radiating out through her while her flabby middle sagged further over her sheath. Tender, strained whimpers erupted from her lips, the truly odd, foreign feeling becoming more and more intense with every pulse and throb dumping that felt like gallons of ghost-cum directly into her stomach. Just like everything else, the seed was invisible to her, even when that still undulating member wrenched the last bend of her guts into shape, giving her a sight directly into her hollow, empty stomach. Anything of theirs seemingly as if on a layer of existence she wasn't quite privy to. She certainly felt it though. “Ooh- That's- That's a lot- Ngh-“

Nicola's grunts and whines spilled into the empty room, but still she kept brushing, refusing to let the sensations get in the way of her attempts to carry out a normal, everyday life. Or at least, she tried to blank it out. It was kinda hard to ignore the pressure building enough to spill up her throat and over the back of her tongue, though.

The fluid was heavy, dense, pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. Sending sparks through her tastebuds as her brain tried – and failed – to make sense of the flavour she was tasting. When she read about 'eldritch horrors beyond her comprehension', she wasn't really anticipating it being like this. She could feel it oozing out of the sides of her lips, dripping down her chin… Though unlike liquid, it just glided over her fur. If she pressed her lips shut, she could feel it filling her mouth with that steady ooze up from the back of her throat, her neck muscles very confused on how to work at swallowing something down that wasn't exactly… there. But with her lips sealed, she could feel that ooze steadily trickle down and drip off her entirely, on to her chest and down her plump frame before rolling off her to…

Did their mess… stay?

Like oil and water, the toothpaste and saliva in her maw was rising with the steady flow, and she didn't really want to make a mess of herself in something she'd have to clean up. The deluge was pushing up her throat faster, now, too – either more pressure building, or the ghost's orgasm getting more forceful with time. Time to change position again.

Now gravid and heavy, Nicola'd gingerly set her weight back on to her feet – and stagger briefly. The heft of her swollen middle jiggled, gravity trying to pull her forward and down, enough inside her already to pull her centre of gravity forward.

That distraction wasn't important, though – her cheeks were swelling with the pressure, now, bulging, and she needed to stop taking her sweet time. Twist around, lean over the sink. Her domed belly would squish in against the edge of the cabinet, sag over top and below. Resting her weight there certainly wasn't comfortable, but she wasn't going to topple over like that, at least. The vixen would quickly open her maw wide and lean into the sink – she couldn't see anything, hear anything… But it was definitely coming out in a gloopy wave from her maw while more and more backed up her throat. She could take a look down her neck with how much was making its way up now, and she couldn't help but lean forward, peer – and shudder.

She could see the mirror behind her through herself. That was a new one. That wasn't how her guts were supposed to look, and she certainly wasn't a straight tube at the start of her stay. How much was gushing into her? How much was going straight through her? She couldn't tell, she could only guess – but given her neck was strained wide as a two litre bottle, it couldn't have been a small amount slipping between her teeth and rolling over her tongue.

While she took the time to 'admire' the strange situation, she felt one last gush of chilling ooze spill into her stomach, sending a ripple through the strained surface of her gut. And then aching emptiness everything halting at once – without ceremony, her companion pulled himself free, uncorking her rear end. It took moments for the weight in her stomach to start spilling over her rumpcheeks, drip off her nutsack and spill down the back of her thighs. Weird. She still had to rinse her mouth, though. Dipping her head under the tap, she opened her mouth and sloshed the cold water around, letting it rinse –

The inside of her thighs was getting wet.

Great. She could feel it all inside her, yes. The pressure was indescribable, the weight and heft of her sagging middle enough that she was going to have to wait until she was slightly less immobile. The invisible fluid was keeping her gaping, hollow, gravid – but it wasn't going to stop anything else for her? Grimacing, Nicola did her best to ignore the sound of dripping and trickling water running out of her rear end in a continuous stream. Most of it ran straight through her, more than half pooling up in her middle while she did her best to clean out the inside of her mouth, unable to close it still. Rinsing her teeth, turning off the tap, pulling away, straightening her back… and cursing loudly as a litre of water suddenly tipped out of her stomach and out of her gaping asshole.

“Oh for FUCKS sake, man. Do you know how long it takes my fur to dry?"

With a little time to drain and now equipped with a fresh towel, the fox made her way down the hall with some difficulty. One hand cradled beneath her sagging, bouncing stomach, squeezing her fingers in to try and make herself drain faster – unhelpfully, of course. She didn't really seem to have much means of interacting with that other plane other than feeling and being affected by it – but it at least made her feel like it might be trickling out of her a touch faster while her claws divoted yielding, flabby flesh around icy, empty hollowness. The other towelled the inside of her thighs while she walked, trying to get out the worst of the water soaking down her legs.

It was a constant, thick ooze she could feel splattering down her thighs, too. Gushing over her footpaws, leaving an unseen trail of fluids with a scent that scrambled her ability to smell. It was heavy, thick – sweet and rotting. Cloying, fragrant, chemical. Musk laden, salty, then floral. Just like the taste rolling over her tongue and dribbling out the corners of her lips, her mortal mind just could not make heads nor tails of it. At the very least, she'd adjusted to the feeling of having her sanity leeching out of her now. She simply wished the stairwell down to the front door was a little less fraught with peril when she was this gravid.

Right, the door. Fresh air. That'd be good. It wouldn't be as strong outside.

The white-furred fox would stagger across the landing, unbolt the heavy oaken door and stumble out on to the porch. On to the creaky wooden deck, leaning against one of the pillars supporting the porch roof – and now herself – and letting the warmth of the sun seep into her freezing body. At least nobody would be out this earl-

Nicola's eyes met another pair down by her mailbox, just a couple metres away. Ah, shit.

Apparently, it had been longer than she thought. Wide-eyed, the lithe doe post-lady would let her gaze take in the gravid, naked form of the fox standing before her. Damp-furred in several places, breasts on full display hefted over a belly that could probably fit her own body inside.

Cheeks flushed red, her fur standing on end, she'd… pretend she didn't know. A smile.

“H-Hi! Y-you're, uh- out on your route earlier than-“ stammering, stuttering, her voice raising with a strained squeak. Fuck. A cough, another smile – more natural this time, “Uh, sorry. You're out early, Taira."

Taira's eyes looked her up and down. And again – as if asking, 'does she know?'. Met hers again. And then, clearly, gave up.

“Um… That would be correct, Ms. Welch," came the soft, almost whispering reply. The doe was very soft spoken, and given what was in front of her, she couldn't blame her being more… restrained, than usual, “I see you just got out of the, ah… shower. You're looking quite, erm…"

Their eyes met again. Paused.

“… Nevermind. You smell quite… nice today, miss. What scent is that?"

A startled blink. She could smell her? Was that just her natural scent, or was she able to make sense of what was pooling around her feet and spilling down the stairs of the deck?

“Uh – What do I smell like?"

“… Pardon?"

“Just, uh – I don't actually know, the label was scratched off and my nose has been kind of stuffy from all the… um… Dust."

“… Right, dust. You, um… You stay there, I'll come over, you obviously can't really wa- um," Taira would cut herself off while closing up the mailbox, opening the overgrown front gate and hesitantly trotting over to the naked fox. Every step closer made her realise that the mail-deer was tall. Like, 8 or 9 foot tall, not including the antlers. Thin, lithe, graceful. Taller than her even with the added height of the deck.

Oh god, she was staring. Did she notice?

“Excuse me, miss, I'll just lean in a second here…" with those words, apparently not. Taira stooped down, nose dipping into the crook of Nicola's neck, letting her fluffy coat tickle her nostrils. Her cheeks burned brighter. When she asked, she didn't expect her to come close, let alone bury her snout in her fluff. She clearly didn't have many boundaries, or at least firm ones, “I would say that is rosemary, lilacs and orange peel? Did the label look something like that?"

“U-uh- Um- I- M-maybe- I'm not really, uh, sure, so-“ Her breath would catch, stutter, hike in octave. She could see more early-birds making their way down the street, glancing their way. More people seeing her trembling form. Her thighs continued to quake beneath her – she was going to lean against the wall or fence when outside and now she was just there holding up what felt like a bellyful of tar.

“Are you alright, miss? You feel really, really cold, and you look, um… well, I can help you back inside, get your heating turned on…?" the breathy voice was right next to her ear now. Sending a jolt and a shiver right up her spine that she prayed Taira could not see.

“U-uh, no! No, that won't- Thank you but I'll manage, uh, I'll just-“ quick stammers, panicked now. She could not subject the doe to what she was having to deal with. It wasn't like she knew why or for what purpose the ghosts were interacting with her, but if a precious thing like her came in, too? It'd probably be free range on the poor girl, “N-nice to talk to you, um- Sorry for my- Appearance, I didn't- Uh-“

Stepping back, turning, she'd stiffly trot back inside. Taira spoke up again, though, so she paused, ears pricked – she didn't want to be rude, after all. She always spoke with a genuine air of concern.

“M-ma'am, your- are, um… you sure you're okay, your behind, is, ah… Well…"

Her bushy tail would instantaneously dip down and coil up over her rear end, the vixen bolting upright and staring directly ahead. Fighting every instinct to make sure she didn't turn around. She did NOT want to find out what expression the doe had on her face at that moment.

“I'm so, so sorry, Taira. Have a lovely day,"

Door slamming shut, herself breathless, she did her best to ignore the echoing giggles and snickers of countless voices echoing through the walls.

All she could force out was a exhausted, frustrated whine.

The rest of the day was draining. Literally, and figuratively. After a whole hour of ooze slopping out from under her tail, she was closer to being drained, sure. But with its' apparent viscosity, it was painfully slow to vacate its' new home.

More than that, every moment she spent stuffed with those ghostly 'fluids' would have her shivering and trembling, her body surely on the verge of freezing like a popsicle. She had her laptop set down on her straining middle as a makeshift heat pack, running as intensive a program in the background of her work as possible – but it was like using a match to melt snow. Worse still were her external contributors, making sure it wasn't just from her insides, but the heat being leeched from every fibre of her being. Hands, paws, tails, claws, muzzles, tongues, all persistent and continuous visitors. Caressing over her slowly deflating middle, digging in and coaxing her hole to gape out wider and gush in waves she couldn't see. She supposed they were trying to be helpful.

Trying.

At the very least, they weren't trying to milk her dick like she'd had to deal with for every day previous. She got some gropes, sure, but they weren't trying to jack her off, they weren't trying to coax her nuts to be more productive. It was just slow praise and caresses, really. Kinda comfy, the more she got used to it.

She couldn't get used to the cold, though. Her body was constantly shivering, her teeth persistently chattering. Each squeeze sent a little more of the invisible ooze spilling over her lips and down her front, a lot more from her gaping asshole. Each time would make her already taut ring spread wider for a few seconds while something she couldn't see gushed over her thighs and legs that dangled off the couch. Her elasticity meant she'd be fine, and her body was modified to withstand extreme temperatures, but it didn't mean she wasn't feeling sluggish.

The chill slowed her heartbeat, and if the vixen didn't know better, she could swear that she could feel ice crystals forming in her blood. She didn't really know if she was modified to withstand temperatures that low.

“Guys – look, I appreciate the help, but at this point, could you just, like… I dunno, press down all at once? You're working me like I'm a butter churn, at this rate we'll be here for another hou- GLK-“

Mid-sentence, about four sets of paws settled on each corner of her domed belly and pushed. The sensation of her pelvis and hips warping and parting was a familiar one, but feeling so hollow while it was happening was new. Head tossed back, lips parted, jaw dislocating with a sharp pop – she was forced to feel wave upon wave of something invisible pours over her face. All the while, her hole yawned open, gaped wider than even one of her meaty thighs. Unyielding, the hands continued pushing, squeezing, compressing her middle down further and further until her usually fat, squishy tummy was being flattened inwards, compressing what was left of her organs down until she was sure they were feeling against her spine.

“O-OH, FUCK- You- Assholes, I didn't mean to actually do it! Ngh- fuck… That hurts, you can stop squeezing-“

Instincts told her to plead, to beg, but stubborn as ever, she kept to the exhausted, disinterested snark. Giving them the satisfaction of knowing what strain her body was under and the encouragement of her please would probably just make them worse. She dug a hand carefully into the back of her jaw, hissing with the pain of having to pop bone back into place. Nicola's other paw half-heartedly batted at the presence on her middle, at the visible imprints various fingers and claws formed all over her chubby belly. Mercifully, half of them pulled away the moment she asked… and half pulled back only enough to let her natural squish sag back out for them to give some parting squeezes and rubs.

“M-man… I guess at least I don't feel like I'm a wind tunnel any more, being able to feel the draft from the windows through me was starting to get…" she mumbled to nobody in particular, watching the final set of hands pull away from herself. “Uh, thanks. Didn't mean to cuss you guys out, you just did what I asked for."

A hand settled on her cheek, patted as if to say to her 'don't worry, we get it'.

“Good, uh… Thanks for the reassurance," Nicola mumbled to herself. One hand slipped away from the keyboard, reached beneath her and felt beneath her tail. Slipping inwards between her parted, fluffy rumpcheeks, gingerly touching to her sore, stretched ring. Yep. Still gaping open, even with barely a drop of whatever ghostly ecto-cum was pumped into her left. “… Ugh, great. If it's still this bad whatever Taira saw… Maybe I just won't go outside for the rest of the month. She could probably see riiight up there…"

She sighed, slumped down on the couch, letting her chin rest on her chest and her hands lay limp by her side.

“… Ass is going to be sore for the rest of the day though. Bet you guys don't need to worry about that."

That got one faint, ghostly giggle.

“Glad to be of amusement. Can I get to work, or are- Ooh. Okay, ass rubs. I guess that works."

Involuntary whines spilled free from her throat as she felt tender fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. They were practiced, clearly. Pressing fingertips into the tense muscle and rubbing in slow, steady circles, back and forth, working the ample flesh her fat rump had been gifted with.

And then they stopped. Patted her butt, with another hand tugging on her wrist.

“Huh? Oh- right, the angle. Does it feel weird for you guys to reach through furniture? … No clue how you can answer that- Uh, yeah, one sec."

Nicola groaned faintly and set her laptop aside, standing with a pop of her joints and walking around behind the bit of furniture. She leaned forward, folded her arms under her chest and rested them on the back of the sofa.

“Hey! No groping while I'm getting in position."

The hand on her sheath as disappeared quickly as it touched her.

She sighed to herself again, shook her head. Spreading her legs, hiking her hips up, she presented to an invisible audience, her gaze dipping down to stare at an unlit fireplace. Maybe she would feel less cold if she… nah, the ghosts would probably end up putting it out. They did last time. No – instead she just swayed her hips back and forth, showing off the gaping, twitching ring of her tailhole between fluffy, spread-apart rumpcheeks. Her tail coiled up on top of her back to keep it out of the way, and once again, she could feel the draftiness of the house reaching into her gaping guts.

“There, that should do, feel free to give me those ass rubs."

Rub they did. Cupping the swell of her round butt, they would lift the weight of her plentiful flesh, let it drop and jiggle, sending a ripple through the flesh of her thighs. They would stroke in circles, kneading thumbs and digits deep into the fat and muscle, working the tension right out of her and steadily drifting inward. She could feel fingertips dipping between her spread cheeks, rubbing carefully around the twitching flesh of her ring, all of the ministrations they gifted her with coaxing happy murrs and whimpers from the fox's lips. Her eyes would close, her head would rest on her forearms – it was almost nice enough to consider a midday nap.

Of course, that was until she felt her ring stretch back out a little around four digits, just barely having to stretch her butt to fit them with how loose she was.

“H-hey! I just said rubs- A-ah- That's sore, man, come on-“ she would protest, whine and gasp while they sunk home, wrapping her taut ring around the palm of a ghostly paw with thumb teasing on the outside of her ring. Pulling back, pushing back in slowly, fingertips kneading into the velvety flesh of her innards… Yeah, whoever it was, they didn't care. “… Right, you're not going to – ngh- a fist already, really?"

Nicola groaned out involuntarily while feeling the thumb slip past her ring, curling up into a fist inside her and sinking deeper. Pushing steadily into her guts, making her ass swallow up a wrist, then a forearm, gaping her butt until she could feel it brushing up… against the still slightly stretched sphincter to her stomach. That was deep.

With that fist dragging back, she couldn't help but start giving relaxed murrs and whines. This was so much nicer than having her butt pounded. She didn't really know why the feeling of those soft paw pads kneading into the clenching, squishy flesh of her insides was so pleasurable, so relaxing – or why it made all that tense soreness melt right out of her. But she wasn't going to complain. Knuckles dragging over her folds, alternating a closed fist and an open paw for stroking and caressing the silky walls of her guts.

Her head nuzzled into her arms, a satisfied, relaxed sigh spilling from her lips. This one could do what it liked with her, she thought.

And then it kept pushing.

“OH! OOH- YOU CAN'T-“ Her expression turned to wide-eyed, gasping surprise, unable to help but yowl out her words. Even if most of her intestines were unusually missing, having it batter a closed fist against the bottom of her stomach and fit it inside was a weird feeling. And it only got weirder – another set of fingers pushing against her straining ring, slipping in and gaping her already loosening hole further – and this time, tugging apart. “A-AH- FUCK!"

Yeah, she should have figured that was just preparation.

Her face pushed into her arms, whimpered and whined into them while she had her stretched pucker pushed further and further, having to spread her legs as they gaped her ass enough that she could swear her hips were being forced apart. And by the way the muscles of her thighs trembled and struggled to keep her up without the invisible force holding her there? They probably couldn't. She could feel claws on the inside of her stomach, fists playing with the flesh of her jiggly stomach and making the imprint of their hands seen in her form.

“N-nngh- S-stop that, I'm- I'm not gonna memorise your hands inside me, fuck! G-gonna leave me more sore than- than you're trying to fix- god-“ her words spilled loose and free, her eyes closing and trying to 'relax' into the odd feeling kneading her the walls of her stomach. In spite of her complaints, and in spite of the firm imprints pushing her tummy downward, it was still shamefully pleasant. She could swear she felt another hand use the stretch to sneak inside her, though. Her puffy ring was being tugged loose enough that she couldn't tell for sure, but- Yeah.

Another two paws groped the inside of her gaped out stomach, pushed up against the bottom of her oesophagus and hooked much longer claws into it. Pulling apart, gaping another sphincter in a way it definitely wasn't supposed to, and continuing that path upward. Nicola could feel the paws groping at the inside of her chest now, caressing the swell of her lungs heaving with heavy, rapid pants. Bulging her.

“F-fuckin- J-just get on with it, w-whatever you're doing with me- I gotta- I gotta g-get back to work, I thought you were just- glk-“

Yeah, no work. Instead, she felt her neck stretched open around cold air, fingers pushing underneath her chin. Intentionally, she felt the shape of a clawed, scaled talon stretching her throat like she was rubber, wrapping her own flesh around her muzzle and 'gently' squeezing it shut. She was talking too much, apparently. Message received.

She nodded, and it let go, letting her flesh snap back into relative place around a forearm instead, while claws chose to instead curl around her tongue. Her lips and jaw were shoved apart to fit the shape of a fist inside, her tongue being toyed and kneaded at like any other part of her… and then pulled on. Given there was nothing actually blocking her throat, she could whimper and make noises a plenty, squirming and digging her claws into the sturdy leather while she had her tongue pulled and stretched out of her lips. The hell was the point of that?

A show of dominance, maybe? Still, it made her shudder, so job achieved – eyes watching the appendage stretched and forcefully lengthened, pulled taut and tight a foot, then two from her lips… and finally, it let go.

Leaving it like that.

Right, they HAD been changing and warping her body to fit their tastes better. Nicola guessed that made some sense, maybe this one just wanted to see her like that. She curled the thinned muscle upwards, coiled it around her muzzle – and gave another faint shudder as cold, almost frosty drool dripped over her nose. Right. Ghosts. She shook her head a little, slurped her tongue back between her lips, and thankfully found herself able to work her modified appendage to sit in her mouth just like before… just with the added feature of being more like a giraffe's tongue. Neat. Her gaze drifted upward, and-

Ah.

While she got a look through herself earlier, this angle was much more, well… She could see the light from the bay windows shining through on the inside of her gaping ring, rays of sunshine glistening on the slick folds of her red-fleshed insides. She could see the pulse of her heart in her throat, the slow rise and fall of her lungs pressing in on the gaping flesh while the clear imprint of a set of fluffy pawpads kneaded on the insides of her stomach. Pushing out her front, toying with her plump sides, showing the imprint of her ribs with the assistance of fingertips pushing flesh flat to their shape.

The swell of a second fist shoving up alongside the first talon caressing her lips and face, too. Her jaw popped, dislocated with ease and forcing a pained scream from her gaping lips. God, the ease at which they could break her body if they were so inclined… It was so fucking good. In spite of herself, she felt her spent sheath firming up. There wasn't a lot of libido left there, but the way she was having the two halves of her jaw pulled apart, gaped and strained with flares and sparks of pain wracking her body now, it was almost enough to coax the last vestiges of it out of her.

Almost.

A foot or two extra gaping hollow through her whole body was apparently enough for the scaled ghost with its arms in up to its shoulders in her, though. Just as it pulled her apart, it pulled her jaw back together, dragging back over her lips and into her throat. Stretching the flesh again this time to push up on her jaw, pop it back into place so 'kindly'. Retracting back through her body, and being joined by the other more canine set that'd been so playfully toying with the insides of her torso.

Leaving her loose, gaping and hollow.

“Y-yeah, I get it. I'm yours to do what you want with while I'm here, it's- ngh, fuck- It's your house…" Nicola mumbled to herself, slumping forward over the couch and panting raggedly while her ass twitched and tried to close up. One of her hands reached back, rubbed gingerly over the now slightly puffy ring of flesh – and noted that… yeah, it wasn't really trying to close up at all anymore. “… Fuck. I guess it's not sore, so you were probably just trying to help, but I don't- ooh, fuck, that goes in far too easy. Maybe that was worth it a little bit…"