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Charlie huffed as he pushed the door of his hotel room. The middle-aged raven was starting to regret his tropical choice of vacation destination. At his weight, even with the room's AC unit blasting he could only feel comfortable just in boxers sitting directly in the stream of cool air. Sunset had been hours ago, as well! So, he had his room's ice bucket in the grip of his wing feathers, walking along the silent hallway past room after room. He remembered the ice machine was the opposite direction from the elevators.

The corvid began to feel uneasy. He was close to bare in a long, empty hallway... The florescent lighting was stark despite the colorful carpet pattern, and as Charlie got closer to where the ice machine was reported to be, the bulbs were far more prone to flickering. The black bird twisted his neck to peek over his shoulder, half-expecting to see two little girls in blue dresses standing side by side at the far end of the hall.

When he finally arrived at the ice machine, the nearest florescent light flickered and died, leaving the area in more relative shadow. Charlie swallowed and shoved the bucket beneath the spout of the ice machine with a clang.

The raven jumped a bit at just how loud that sound had been, seeming to echo in the open hallway. He looked back and forth at eye level, not noticing the pink mist starting to suffuse around his feet and out to his rear.

Charlie pressed the button above the little alcove for holding buckets and other containers to receive ice.

Clunk. The machine hummed along, as if the button had never been pressed. More of the flickering lights died, deepening the darkness at the end of the hall.

He balled his wing feathers into a fist and pushed the button again with the same sound. And again. And again. With every press, the air around him was getting cooler... almost chilly...

Charlie froze at a low groan cutting through the repeated percussion. He swallowed and slowly forced himself to turn around.

A crimson tinged grey figure towered up to the ceiling, giving off its own unearthly light. Long, curved beak like a kukri, a tricorn cap low enough to hide all but the magenta glow form his eye. Slender neck dropping into a bulky upper body draped in tattered eighteenth century niceties. Below the waist was indistinct, formed up from the almost opaque fog that was covering the floor. Most distressing of all, the wall on the opposite side of the being was clearly visible through him.

The pirate spirit slowly drew an ethereal cutlass, pointing it directly at Charlie's heart. "Beeeewaaaaare..." His resonant voice echoed in the empty hall, while also feeling like a whisper directly in the raven's ear.

Eyes wide, all of Charlie's black plumage fluffed up at once, adding quite a bit of visual size to the already portly bird's frame.

Pulling back the sword, the ghost lunged forward. In a rapid wave across his body, his colors saturated, turning an electric pink as his eyes came into full view, a grin at the base of his beak. "That ice machine hasn't worked for years~"

Charlie jolted, startled, then his raised brow arched inward as his fear was abated with confusion. "Wha...?"

The flamingo giggled flamboyantly as he pulled away, casually tossing his cutlass aside. With the change in demeanor his tricorn cap and pirate coat looked quite like a Halloween costume from a cheap shop. The outfit melted away entirely, replaced with an open Hawaiian shirt that hung down to his 'hips'. The ghost's lower body congealed into a smooth surfaced wisp tapering down into a 'tail' of sorts. Where a living bird would have feathers, his body was just as featureless as his lower half, save for his two limbs, which seemed like sculptures of wings made in sugar candy with no individual quills.

Of course, with his new look, the spotlight was on his broad belly pushing the two sides of his Hawaiian shirt apart. It too was smooth and soft looking, with a quite prominent navel in his transparent ectoplasmic surface.

Tearing his eyes away from that curve and back to the smiling face above his head, Charlie swallowed. "Are.... Are you really a ghost?"

The electric pink avian grinned broadly, a titter escaping his beak. "Yeah, it's great~"

The laughter caused the spirit's globe of a gut to bounce and wobble, even with such a small sound.

Charlie found himself looking again, staring at it.

Smirking, the flamingo crowded in on the raven. Their height difference meant that even though the ghost's wispy tail was nearly dragging on the floor, his navel was perfectly beak height on the black bird. "What'cha lookin' at?"

The raven blushed deeply beneath his dark feathers and backed up until his back hit the ice machine, his plump rump causing the button to let out another useless clunk. He cleared his throat and craned his head back to look up to the spirit's eyes. "Are you, er... solid enough to touch...?"

Long neck craned down until his head was practically in front of his own chest, the smirking spirit gave his answer with a playful push forward. His soft body conformed to Charlie, pinning him to the ice machine. "You tell me, cutie~" He crooned, his beak lightly giving a few of the raven's feathers a preening nibble.

Charlie gasped softly, just managing to get his face to be facing upward instead of buried into the deep navel... despite how tempting the other option was. The most striking thing to the overheated avian was that the smooth, elastic surface of the ghost's belly was cool; the cold side of the pillow, if the pillow was made of rubber and attached to a sultry spirit. He let out a soft sigh, finally feeling properly comfortable, despite the odd situation. He smiled, paradoxically feeling a far more pleasant warmth inside than he'd been having on this vacation. Being called 'cutie', at his age...

"Not having a pesky body temperature sure is handy for these hot tropical nights, huh?" The flamingo trilled playfully as he rubbed his belly slowly back and forth, grinding it over the entirety of the smaller bird's upper body, feeling the fleshy form get squished lightly by his ectoplasm.

"Yeah, I've been burning up..." The middle-aged corvid took in the surprisingly substantial weight and its heat-draining properties, before deciding to return the favor. He lifted his wings and began to press and rub, quivering lightly at just how deep he was able to push into the broad gut, able to see past the apex of the ghostly flab curves to see the luminous surface wrapping around his hands through the transparent ectoplasm itself. His blushing cheeks still felt overheated, so he shoved his face into the cool heat sink pinning him in place.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that~" The ghost crooned softly, one of his wings lightly rubbing the back of Charlie's head. "What's your name, cutie?"

The raven, egged on by the approving words, pushed harder into his rubs, trying to see just how stretchy the ectoplasm was. He perked as he realized he was asked a question, relaxing his wings. "Oh, I'm Charlie. Hi."

Giggling at the short greeting, the spirit gave another moosh, before freeing the smaller avian from the pin. "I'm Quincy, but you can call me Quin if you want." He drifted into the middle of the hallway, starting to rotate to look around. "Where's your room, Charlie?"

Leaning his weight away from the ice machine, Charlie swallowed and opened his beak to respond. He lost his train of thought as he noticed what was developing beneath the rear hem of the ethereal Hawaiian shirt the spirit was wearing.

Initially, the wisp from the waist down had been perfectly conical, if rather wobbly and drawn out into a tail. That was easy to see from the front through the transparent body. But now that the flamingo had turned around, Quincy had a wide set of voluptuous cheeks right below where his tail feathers should have been, each the size of Charlie's belly on its own. The pear-shaped ghost smirked over his shoulder and floated backwards quickly, smooshing the corvid back into the ice machine with his newly acquired booty.

With a low, rather raspy groan the raven buried his face into the cool, smooth cheeks and let the enormous rear end grind and keep him securely in place. He briefly considered what might happen if another guest or maybe even an employee came along to find him grinding his beak around the ethereal crack. Those thoughts were tossed aside quickly. He figured no one would find him like this... no one reported his hotel as haunted, so why would his new ghostly friend let himself get caught...?

Quincy raised a wing up to his brow like he was shielding his eyes from the sun to look out into the distance. "Now... where could your room be~?" He rolled his soft hips, giving his cheeks a squeeze right around the raven's face. Despite his 'honest' act, from his position Charlie could see that the flamingo was still smirking through his body.

Charlie worked his arms up to try to wrap them up under each cheek, but suddenly found himself being released again. He panted as his knees nearly buckled from his own weight being returned to him, wondering what the spirit would do next.

The flamingo spun back around and tugged his shirt a bit wider open. "Oh, I know!" Printed across his smooth, pink transparent belly was the words 'Charlie's Room' in large, plain letters.

The corvid gasped as the impact of this tease hit, his cheeks flushed with a blush again. "Hey now..." He lunged at the big tummy with his name on it, arms spread and a wide grin on his beak.

Giggling, Quincy caught Charlie, holding the portly bird to his even larger tummy. Smoothly the ghost stroked his smooth wing along the feathered back of his still living acquaintance. From the shape that his wisp had taken and how much lower he floated, it was as though he had dropped into a kneeling position.

Charlie chirped sweetly, nuzzling his beak along the top curve of the smooth, cool belly. He properly wrapped his own wings around Quincy as far as he could reach under the ethereal shirt, exploring the pear-shape with his wing feathers. Beneath his chest and head he could feel the ectoplasm conform to his weight cozily... a very nice room indeed...

"One thing before you can go to your room." The flamingo clacked his beak with a playful look.

When the smaller bird tilted his head up to ask what the spirit met, he found himself locked beak to beak in a kiss.

Quincy placed one of his wing hands on either side of Charlie's head, holding him firmly in place as his curved beak somehow conformed to the shape of the raven's. Then his ghostly nostrils slightly flared, as the sound if inhaling filled the space.

Caught off-guard, Charlie's eyes widened as he put together what was going to happen just before it started. He trembled as Quincy exhaled into his mouth. The cold air rushed down his throat, a refreshing sensation to say the least... but it just kept coming. The raven felt his belly starting to swell against the spirit's own. He grabbed and held onto the ghost's sides for support. And still the air kept going.

The overwhelmed bird felt the stretching sensation travel beyond his already large belly to areas he was sure didn't normally have access to air. He could feel his poor boxer shorts starting to strain as his rump bloated and swelled, growing more voluptuous and shaped much the same way the ghost had made his own. Charlie squirmed a bit as the sensation spread to his hips and thighs, adding more strain to his poor undergarments.

All through this, Quincy continued to exhale. He tapered off, momentarily, giving Charlie a wink. Then, the flamingo inhaled again, chest swelling out to sell just how much volume he was preparing to put into the corvid. He began to blow into the kiss even harder, the sensations growing that much more intense.

Charlie couldn't keep himself from squirming as he felt his calves and ankles starting to stretch, then his gripping wings losing their flexibility as the limbs bloated and swelled like they were sculpted from vinyl, not flesh and blood.

The grinning ghost lifted away, playfully holding Charlie's beak shut for a moment. Quincy released it, and despite how much he'd been inflated, the raven felt no pressure surging to try to escape his stretched out form. "There. Now you're light enough to not fall through me as easily." The flamingo explained himself, though whether he was telling the truth was unknown.

"Woah..." The bloated bird looked over his stretched and widened body, unable to see his feet no matter how he twisted. He bounced a bit on his swollen toes, experimenting. He let out a squawk of surprise as the light press lifted him fully off the carpet, bouncing up and then slowly drifting down as if he was just barely negatively buoyant in the air.

"Alright," Quincy licked his beak with a grin while stroking the side of his marked belly with a wing. "Time for you to head to your room for the night."

"Yeah, been out of my room too long as it is." Charlie nodded eagerly, feeling the bloat of his grin-swelled cheeks smoosh into the bloat of his shoulders from the movement of his head.

The ghost wrapped a bib around the base of his throat, letting it drape over his chest. The ethereal fabric had Charlie's blushing face printed on it. At the same time, his provably empty stomach let out a hollow, eager rumble.

The raven leapt ungracefully and raised his wings up towards the towering spirit. He ended up hopping a bit in his bloated, floaty state to close the distance.

Quincy parted his curved beak impossibly wide, the ectoplasm deforming and letting him gape wider than the inflated corvid's entire diameter! The ghost lunged forward, smooth, open mouth wrapping around the flustered bird so easily.

Charlie found himself soon lifted up and upended, lightly tossed like a prawn and tugged the rest of the way into the pink, luminous beak. He could feel the warm air of the hallway outside get replaced on his bare feet with the cool, moist air within Quincy's mouth.

At last, the curved beak clacked shut, echoing down the hallway. Quincy rubbed his wing-feathers along his cartoonishly bloated cheeks, the form of Charlie distorted visually through his ectoplasm as the shape of the raven's bloat didn't match the shape of two swollen cheeks in the slightest.

Within, the corvid didn't feel any such re-shaping, just the rubbing from either side as the whole beak tilted all the way back. Charlie looked past the transparent uvula and into the long electric pink tunnel travelling downward, eagerly anticipating the next step.

Quincy gulped powerfully. His long neck stretched to accommodate the whole orb-shaped raven at once, Charlie's excited visage clear to see, even if it was moving rather fast. The bib was not dislodged as the ghost's chest cartoonishly swelled to accept the black bowling ball of feathers and flab with no slowing of his descent.

Charlie plummeted down, landing on his back on a surface somewhere inside the ghostly body. The ectoplasm stretched down into the wisp of a tail, before bouncing up. The way the raven had come was gone when he felt the soft surface of the top of his new room stretch against him. Disoriented, the bloated raven twisted as he finally settled into place to try to face the front of his host.

The flamingo trailed his wing over the letters printed on his belly like Vanna White, sending each one spinning. The dark magenta lettering settled facing inward. When they all stopped, the writing now read 'Welcome Home'.

At this, the raven huffed, squirming a bit and crossed his arms. The dominant smirk of the ghost told him that reaction was the desired effect. Charlie stuck his forked tongue out in reply, reaching to rub out at the walls with his wings.

Casually floating away from the ice machine with a grin, Quincy cupped his wing around the side of his beak. "Yo booooooys!" He called out, his other wing lightly mooshing down onto the trapped corvid.

Before Charlie's eyes, more ghosts appeared, glowing different colors than Quincy. Notably, none of them were nearly as large as the flamingo, mostly around the same height that the raven had been before he got bloated up.

The electric pink spirit ran both wings down the sides of his broad belly. "Our guest needs the royal treatment~"

Smiling eagerly, the half a dozen ghosts floated up to surround the broad, filled belly. They each placed both hands onto the surface of the ectoplasm and began to rub firmly, kneading into the bloated bird beneath.

Charlie gasped at the sudden intense sensation of the smooth, cool walls of his spectral bedroom getting pressed into his feathers and ground about, deforming him lightly. The barrage of twelve hands kneading and stroking his already altered body just sent jolts of pleasure soaring through his system to his brain.

Quincy reclined in the air, placing his wings behind his head in a lounging position as the other ghosts who stayed in this resort tended to his delicious guest. "I do hope you stay your stay at Chez Quincy~" He licked his lips and playfully clenched his belly snugly around the black avian inside, before returning the control of his stomach walls to the kneading spirits around him. "So much that you'll come back again and again and again and again..."

The overstimulated raven could only moan, cheeks starting to ache from the irrepressible grin on his beak... Perhaps, thought Charlie, this had been the right place to take a vacation.