Lively Spirits
A halloween story in which a mouse lady meets her fate in the best of ways.
In the middle of nowhere Texas, Jennifer Heartly's car had decided now was a good time to give up on having a working radiator. Naturally this disrupted the plans of the paranormal investigator and threw off the schedule for her next video. Forced to get a hotel and wait three days for a part to arrive and be installed she was extremely miffed. Furthermore her plan to the private estate the Faudenhaur Ranch was by appointment and she had missed it. The petite mouse woman sat in the mechanics garage watching the muscular gator work in near silence.
"Just a few more bolts and you can get back to your sight seeing." he said with an accent that indicated him to be a true native. "Sorry to make you wait so long. I just don't usually see models this small in town."
"It's nothing to worry about. I just wish it hadn't canned my visit to the Fadenhaur ranch." Jennifer replied with a heavy sigh the repair costs and the missed video were bound to eat deep into her funds. The missed appointment couldn't be done again for at least a year. Her subscribers would not be happy.
"Fadenhaur...? Oh! That haunted ranch, about five towns over. Well if it's a haunting you are looking for we got one of those right here in town." The mechanic said rubbing his grease covered arm against his snout. "It's not as famous as Fadenhaur but everybody in town keeps clear of it."
Jennifer's ears swiveled forward sending her golden bangs in front of her face. "Oh? Tell me everything you know. I might be able to use this." she said, sweeping her bangs back into place before fishing through her purse for her recording mic.
"Sure thing." the mechanic said a grin on his features as he continued his work. "So way back before the change. When land around here was just getting settled, so a good long while back if you get me. There was this one family that moved in down here and got infamous fast. The Chasseur clan was three or four families that came down to Texas from... France I think. They picked a good sized plot of land to call their own. Just outside of town about three miles south of here is where the old property line is." The mechanic paused examining his work before nodding in satisfaction and closing the hood and began using a cloth to degrease himself.
"They built a mansion out there, Vallée Des Chauves-souris. Huge place twelve floors up top three basements and takes up almost the whole width of the place. Place is a sight to behold, tall towers, bridges between a few of them and not all of the building is the same height. Black stone work on the exterior with some dark wood that just ain't from around here. Place looks like a horror movie set." The mechanic finally got the grease off most of him and began to write out the bill on his ancient computer.
"They started farming right off, bought some livestock and planted some mighty big fields. Thing is they did too well, blights that wiped other farms out didn't so much as wilt Chasseur farm plants and diseases that killed whole herds got not so much as a sniffle. They were always out and about at weird hours of the night. House lit up but never bought candles. Always ordering big sheets of metal and steel. One year things got down and desperate around here, because of a big storm that hit the place. Most folks would have lost their home or their lives or both but the Chasseur's were high and dry. Most of the town ended up in debt to them and that turned some folks sour. Bitter even. The accusations started flying, they were witches or devil worshippers or somehow behind the storm. Same old religious horsecrap used to justify hate going on in salem. Inevitably some folks took it on them to fix the problem. They headed out and boarded up the ground windows and doors and set fire to the place, killed the whole family in one big blaze and had the place tumble to the ground. Then they stole their crops and herd for good measure. Now some folks weren't too happy about these events and they went out to dig the bodies free and give them a proper burial. While they were digging they found a ton of wire and lots of metal pipes. Turns out the Chasseurs had indoor plumbing, a steam generator and electric lights. The night after the Chasseurs went into the ground though lights popped up on their land. And the next day the house is standing tall again." The mechanic paused, handing her the printed bill to sign. "A few folks have tried to knock the place down, some tried to move in, most of them get spooked off pretty fast."
Jennifer grinned from ear to ear as she handed back the paperwork. "And it's not locked or dangerous?" she asked, already planning to visit.
"Nah... most folks flat won't go up there and legally nobody owns it. The last bill of sale went missing and nobody can figure out who owned it last so the town voted that anybody who can stand to live there is the next legal owner." the gator grinned, handing back the mouse's keys. "The doors are not locked because most folks can't set one foot in it before the haunting gets active."
"Active? What kind of things happen?" Jennifer said positively giddy about this find.
"Well the lights come on on their own, doors open and shut with no one around, feeling like your being watched. Sounds of sweeping brooms, phantom voices." The Gator paused before pulling aside his overalls revealing pink gash across his charcoal scaled chest. "When i was dumb kid i went up thier and started trying to pick a fight. I got it too harvesting sickle shot off the wall tore my shirt and gave me this lifelong reminder not to fuck with ghosts."
"Ooh this is dynamite. Can I get a picture of your scar to go with this story?"
"Sure thing." the Gator man said with a wide smile. After allowing Jennifer to get a couple shots of the scar his face turned serious once more. "Now I'm dead serious about this. Be respectful if you go out there. It's dangerous. And definitely don't be there at night."
Jenifer nodded, already disregarding this advice as she got into her car. "Thanks for the story you've pulled my tail out of the fire." She said starting the engine and leaving the garage behind. Courtesy of internet maps her destination wasn't hard to find.
Vallée Des Chauves-souris was indeed a curious structure; it was almost like four or five houses had been built surrounding an apartment complex and then towers of stone and wood had been erected at random on and around those buildings. Even at this distance a foreboding chill seemed to exude from the building. Naturally as a paranormal investigator that sent an electric thrill of joy through the mouse as she parked her car and made her way up to the front door.
The door opened without so much as a squeak of protest and Jennifer paused preparing some of her equipment. Camera in one hand and microphone in the other she began her search.
"The abandoned Chasseur residence is in remarkable condition; it looks as though the floors have been swept, mopped and polished just hours ago. I'm loving the decor as well." She swept the camera around over the pristine looking floor and then up to the intricate wall mounts which featured bats and cats of black stone flying and dancing beneath ivory moons in various phases. "Full stop, I would love to have those at my place." she declared before leaving the entryway. Roving around the manor at random she was absolutely loving the aesthetics of the place even if there wasn't any activity to record. She wandered from room to room finding well over a hundred bedrooms, a large library deprived of books, several finely furnished sitting rooms and studies, three nurseries and what even appeared to be a massive sick room. After encountering the giant dining hall and kitchen she made her way to one of the towers heedless of the fading light of day.
"And in here... another bathroom ... That's like twelve now. These people lived like kings." she said looking over the elegant clawfoot tub and the elaborate eel design given to the pipes that connected to it. "Now here is a sure sign someone knew how to have a good time!" she declared before spotting something moving in the corner of her vision. Whirling on the spot she found herself staring at a white shirt and jean shorts clad mouse whose androgenous build bordered on masculine. A perception not helped by the short cut golden hair or toned muscles on her legs and arms. "Hoo mirror jumpscare. A classic." Jennifer said regarding her reflection in the full body mirror nearby. "Got to remember to edit this part out."
Jennifer had never been a particularly feminine girl but the mousey features the change had brought about on her hid what few points she had possessed. Granted she still thought she looked cute, the number of ladies hitting on her by mistake was proof she wasn't unattractive. Still she wished that like so many other ladies her bust had been benefited by the change. But instead she was a three foot tall, flat chested, no ass tomboy mouse with sparkling blue eyes that made all the ladies swoon. She had actually been taller before the change.
The mouse's musing on her body image was interrupted when she noticed the large creature behind her reflection. With a gasp and a turn Jennifer pointed her camera at the wall where the creature should be and beheld... nothing but wall.
Jennifer swallowed back her panic and with her heart pounding in her throat wound the footage back. To her thrill and terror it confirmed that yes she had caught on film the looming figure. In the recording she could even make out a few details like the fact its head was not too different from her own and the large wings framing its body like a cloak. It also seemed to be very broad and tall standing well behind her and taking up every inch of the mirror not filled with her image.
Obviously there is a difference between hunting ghosts and actually finding one. It was something that Jennifer was wrestling with as she exited the bathroom and looked up the spiral staircase of the tower and then down. The mouse steeled herself and continued onward.
Arriving at the tower's top she found herself in what looked like one of the more lasciviously decorated bedrooms: a great canopy bed dominated the eastern wall lush purple carpet covered the floor from edge to edge. The ceiling was draped in strings of crystal that sent rainbows dancing around the room as the flashlight on her camera passed over them. As she stepped into the center of the room she was blinded by light as power surged in the room. Blinking, she scanned the room just in time to see a large purple mass rolling at her before it impacted her body.
Jennifer didn't hit the floor, the mass engulfing her form even as it dropped back to the ground. In an instant it had soaked through her clothes and was deep in her fur. It was like trying to grab grease and held onto her like glue. To her shock it seemed to have a goal of entering as she felt it grip her lips parting them. Jennifer tried to bite down or force her lips closed to no avail, her mouth filling with the faintly grape flavored goo. Her concern doubled as she felt the lips of her sex part as well as her anus being filled. The goop filled her nose and ears and Jennifer worried she would suffocate as the blob pushed itself inside her. The mouse's skin tingled and began to swell as the amount of goopy substance enveloping her body diminished. Before her panicked eyes her breasts began to bulge out of her shirt, the fabric straining before giving out entirely. The mouse's rapidly expanding bust erupted from the goop and bobbed in front of her suspended form. They swiftly grew utterly gargantuan, each of her newly titanic breasts as big as the rest of her body. At her waist she feels a pinch as it begins to grow. The button of her shorts pops off and her zipper gives out. A shredding sound announces the end of her underwear. Her ass swells fuller by the second and soon she can feel it against the floor despite her still being in a standing position. Her hips spread wider until they were near twice the width of her shoulders. Her arms and legs bloat going from fit to fat in minutes as the gel coating her form thins away. Her stomach balloons out filled with more and more goo propping up her tits and sagging over her waist. Movement becoming easier thanks to the thinning goo the near immobilized mouse reaches under her breasts to grab at her sex and finds a clit nearly as thick as her wrist. Feeling further she finds that her pussy is now so wide, deep, and large that the bottom of it was resting on the floor. Gasping she finds her throat clear and the goo all gone, though between her giant sex, ass, and tits she is prevented from any attempt to flee.
"Goodness it seems that little goober did quite the number on you." Jennifer looked up in shock spotting the tall bat-man standing over her. "My apologies, I instructed it to give you a body more to your liking. it seems that was a bit too much for its limited intelligence." The umber furred bat intoned his voice was smooth and calming despite his words and sudden appearance. "Forgive me for eavesdropping on your thoughts as well you were... thinking quite loudly."
Jennifer wasn't sure what to think about this development but looking at the only being she had for company she realized a few things in quick order. Firstly, he was nearly twelve feet tall and half as wide. The second that his eyes were pools of golden light with neither pupil or sclera. Third was that he was not quite solid, he seemed made of smoke, the edge of his being billowing in dark wisps. Lastly she became very sure of his manhood as the organ which seemed nearly three feet long dangled above a pair of grapefruit sized testicals. On anyone else such equipment would have seemed massive on the giant bat they seemed just the perfect size.
Finally Jennifer's brain found something to focus on. "You can read my thoughts?"
"Not without permission, but when you are so... intensely focused on a subject I merely have to listen in." the bat frowned down at her. "Hmm I had hoped to give you a more pleasing shape but this hardly seems helpful."
Jennifer looked herself over briefly becoming self conscious about her nudity before looking back to the bat. "I appreciate the intent but a little warning would be nice... and so would some help getting this fixed." she declared, gesturing at her overly voluptuous form.
"Ah but of course. Since this is my error I will expend as much energy as needed putting it right." the ghostly bat declared placing his hands on either side of her face. The mouse felt a tingle of static wash over her at the contact. "Open your mind to me and let me mold you the perfect body you crave."
Jennifer closed her eyes envisioning the form she wanted and she felt warmth flow over her body like she had been dunked into a heated tub. Her legs were first to change, lengthening and growing thick with muscle that was just covered by the slight fat on her hips and thighs. Her over sized ass and sex shrank considerably now going from preposterously large hindrances to functional if large and plump anatomy. Her swollen gut sloshed a bit as it squished in and stretched upward helping to drag her giant bust off the ground. The massive mammaries shrink down in a manner like air escaping a balloon; they stop shrinking all at once leaving her with breasts she can't barely see over firm and perky. Her arms grow longer as well matching her new stature and proportions with power and elegance. Jennifer's hair grows out for the first time since the change, her locks flowing down covering her eyes like curtains as the growth carries down past her ass. Throughout it all Jennifer feels good no more than good she is ecstatic.
The changes come to a stop and Jennifer is momentarily lost in the excitement of her new body. She strokes and kneads her new breasts pinching her nipples before her hands run down to her ass. Feeling the soft plush of her new rump draws a moan from her lips as her fingers trace to her front and over the soft fuzzy cleft of her pussy. The mouse girl parts the folds of her sex before remembering she is not alone.
The bat ghost stares at her eyes brimming with amusement. "Oh don't stop on my account. I always love when people praise my work." he chuckled. "In fact it was your admiration for my contributions to the decor which made me want to reward you."
"You made all this?" Jennifer said, looking around the room again.
"My father and grandfather made the building but I'm the one who put it back after it burned down." The bat replied.
"Did the change effect your ghost?" Jennifer asked, suddenly realizing how strange it was for a centuries old ghost to be a bat person.
"I died a young human man when the raiders shot me through the heart. I died in my mothers arms as they started the fires. When I awoke I was as you see me now. I am the master of the estate, my parents and most of my family having gone on to their great reward. Schwarz Chasseur at your service." The ghostly bat unfurled his wings and gave a bow.
"Others? Are they... like you?" Jennifer said hoping they were indeed handsome or beautiful spirits.
"Sadly no... Those who remain have lost even the semblance of humanity becoming not but orbs of light unless they concentrate greatly." Schwarz paused. "I believe that there is some vital energy they lack that I possess. I Also believe that they can't truly leave this world on their own without that energy."
Jennifer had never met a ghost before so she had no wisdom to offer in the situation. "Do you think I could help somehow?"
The light in Schwarz's eyes intensified. "I- no it would be too much to ask." he said turning away.
"At least tell me and I can decide on my own!" Jennifer replied with a huff.
Schwarz nodded, turning back to face her and for the first time Jennifer realized she was scant inches from his massive stature. "I believe that they can be reborn with the help of a living woman. They would enter your body and through you incarnate. Thus being able to lead new lives and pass to the next world after many years."
Jennifer hummed in thought. "But that would need a lot of money and time. Just for the pregnancy, not even counting raising them..."
"If you do this I would of course be obliged to treat you as my wife and thus open to you the vast wealth of our... my family. You could live here where my servants, the goobers and other things I have learned to conjure, could provide care and comfort to you. I could teach you the secrets I have learned from beyond my grave. I can even maintain your youth and extend your life by centuries." Schwarz pleaded his case just shy of begging.
"You'd be my husband?" she asked that part making the least sense to her for some reason.
"In order to begin my family's rebirth I would need to lay with you." the ghost declared.
"How can you do that? Please don't tell me a zombie would be involved."
"No, I would summon a facsimile of my form for the deed."
Jennifer looked over Schwarz again, her eyes lingering on his generous package. The thought brewed in her mind. Become this ghost's wife and take on the role of mother to his family. Live in a mansion tended by servants of the beyond in luxury and be young and beautiful when her children had grown and left her.
"Let's get started." Jennifer said. A smile breaking over her face matched the glee that shone from Schwarz.
The bat spread his wings and symbols within them glowed bright in colors as he plucked them out. The first symbol was a long tapered hexagon that felt like ice as he pressed it into her back. "For enduring vitality the ravages of time shall not touch you for decades to come." Schwarz said, plucking the next symbol from his wings. This one (a trio of hearts intertwined by swirls) he placed on her belly the center of it over lapping her navel and it felt like fire filling her. "For Fertility that your body is ready to bear children to full term with the health of mother and child assured." another symbol, this one a divided oval placed on her forehead which felt like nothing so much as a breeze. "A gateway to open your body to the spirits of my brethren." he declared plucking out an eight pointed starburst and pressing it between her breasts which felt like static standing her fur on end. "That one is magic for leisure, pleasure and whatever other use you may have for it."
"I'm ready. Let's go." Jennifer said and no sooner had she said it than the room's light went out only to be replaced by a rainbow of softly glowing balls of light some small some as large as her head. "Oh uh how do i...?" She started to inquire but the eager spirits leapt into action. A dozen or so of the smaller orbs formed a line and pushed into Jennifer's pussy. She gasped with delight feeling each one flow up her sex like pleasurable static that peaked with a pop of pure bliss. Two of the large orb nuzzled against her breast slowly sinking into her body despite the lack of entrance there. The largest of the orbs dropped in front of her head stretching into a tube then pushed through her lips into her mouth and down her throat. Apparently inspired, the remaining orbs imitated the largest. With their forms becoming glowing tendrils they wrapped around her and pushed into her body making her shake with mind numbing pleasure as they filled her body with unearthly pleasure. As the ghostly essences rubbed against her and pushed into her flesh they left behind a brilliant orange slime. The ectoplasm tingled pleasantly across her flesh leaving a fruity scent as it oozed across her body. The wriggling ghosts made her ass, pussy, mouth and breasts their prime target wriggling over and into them ensuring each got a very heavy coating of the slimy ectoplasm. Jennifer screamed in ecstasy the lights flickering on and off in response to her increasing spiritual power. Jennifer's belly began to stretch out rounding bit by bit. Her hands drifted to her midsection stroking ectoplasm over the ever more round and protruding form of her supernatural conception. She reveled in the feelings it gave her not the least of which was a powerful lust. The last of the spirits entered her and she was almost sad it was over.
"And I thought you could look no more beautiful." Schwarz said his form was a touch more solid looking as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Come my bride. It is time to consummate our union." he said, stroking his cock to erection with a smile.
Jennifer nodded her head full of voices demanding she oblige, not that any of them needed to voice such. Crossing the floor she barely avoided throwing herself onto him. Once in his lap all thoughts besides bedding her new husband vanished, the coating of ectoplasm on her snatch made for a perfect lube as she slid Schwarz's massive dick into her depth. She was surprised to find she could take it all as she found her sex resting against the root of his shaft. Holding her gravid belly she bounced her hips up and down. Moaning and squeaking and squealing with delight she felt a pleasure that she knew could only come for ghostly paramour. Her blue eyes shone in the dark as the symbols on her flesh illuminated. Her golden fur shifted hues to brown and then purple as the symbols faded away becoming part of her forever more. Schwarz's wings folded about her, pulling her tight as he could manage. The intimacy was all it took to push the mouse over the edge she squealed with delight as she started cumming. Her beloved spirit answered the silent plea of her flesh and came as well his unearthly seed intensifying her orgasm further. Jennifer smiled as beloved husband shifted her to the bed.
One year ten months later
Jennifer grinned as she stepped out of her car and looked around the Fadenhaur estate. Her form still bore the signs of pregnancy despite her having birthed her children some time ago. The manor servants she and her beloved husband had conjured were more than capable of caring for the young. Which had Jennifer seeking out her hobby of documenting the supernatural one more. Though now with a much different purpose.
Her career online had improved as she found the confidence to show off her face and build. The amount of men and women and others alike openly drooling over her form was a delight she had never expected. It had given her the courage to show old footage of herself that had been cut. To her shock there was more than a fair amount of lamentation about her old look
Jennifer's magic made it so The spirits could not hide from her anymore. She had loved the feeling of taking spirits into her body so much, and now sought to keep the feeling by exorcizing any and all hauntings. It helped her maintain the motherly figure she loved so much and besides no one would ever complain about missing ghosts.
The Fadenhaur estate, even with the meager view from this simple gate, was teeming with spirits, some benign and others violent. The benign she would speak with, offer them a new chance at life. The violent ones would not give such a choice. She liked it when such specters fought to not be sucked into her waiting womb. Her family was already large and she had no intention of stopping.
Ringing the intercom at the gate the mouse woman leaned in. "hello! there should be an appointment for Jennifer of Paranormal Mousteries."
"Yes I have it here. Thank you for coming, Miss Heartly sorry we missed you last year." said the tour guide through the intercom. "I'll be out to the gate in a jiffy."
"Oh, it's Miss Chasseur now. It's just as well I ended up being very busy myself." she replied before turning her gaze to the estate, the windows which teemed with spectral figures. She grinned and rubbed her taut stomach. There was always room for more.