The Adventure’s of Batboy and Stinky
On a fateful summer night in the middle of July, dozens of attendees to the Deedstown baseball game were terrorized by none other than the Three Musketeers of the ghost world–The Ghostly Trio. The bunch had done everything to the spectators from jump scares, to possession and body morphing, to raining hotdogs on their heads. There were multiple hunky fleshies in attendance to the game, both players and watchers alike, but one person in particular caught the eye of the smelliest ghost of the trio. Diego was the umpire of the opposing team, the Palominos. His cocky demeanor was the first thing that people noticed about him. In fact, he and his teammate were the first two to be approached at the game by Fatso who was masquerading as an alien. Diego even took it upon himself to take up arms against the ghostly invaders. He attacked Stinky with a bat, but his efforts were easily thwarted by the apparition as the aluminum warhammer passed through his body like it had been smoke, leaving Stinky to use his signature breath attack that caused the bat to take on a rubber-like consistency. Diego fled in fear, hoping to at least outrun his ghostly adversary.
Diego ran to the locker room and slammed the door hard behind him, backing into it and sliding down with a heavy sigh. He looked around at the empty space and took notice that nobody had sought obvious refuge in this sweat-stained bunker. He brought himself to his feet and walked over to his gym bag. He was going to wait for the commotion to settle down before he bolted for his car. He kicked off his cleats and pulled his sneakers out of his bag. He knew he could make a quicker sprint in them. As he pulled his first shoe out, he noticed a putrid stench emanating from the Nike. “What the hell?” Diego’s brow arched. He brought the kick up to his nose and took a small sniff. “Awww, what the fuuu…” Diego threw the shoe against the wall. “I know my feet don’t smell that badly.” At that moment, Diego heard something that rocked him to the core.
“They don’t, but I do,” he heard Stinky’s voice surround him from somewhere in the room. His legs began to shake under him. He slowly began to back towards the door. “Where ya goin’, Fleshie? I still want to play!” Just then his Nikes seemed to spring to life and began running towards him. Diego yelped and began to run in the opposite direction. Just as he did this, though, the shoes flew at his feet and tangled them in their laces, tripping Diego up and bringing him to the floor. Stinky cackled as he rose from the shoes to look his victim in the face. Diego would have tried to untangle himself, but he knew there was nothing he could do at this point. Stinky ripped down the poor baseball player’s pants, Diego’s cup falling to the floor with a thud. “Alright, Bonebag. Let’s have some fun. Whaddaya say?” Diego gave a wince as he squeezed his knees together. He could only guess what was about to happen, but having seen the older man get possessed by Stretch earlier, he figured he was sure of what was about to happen. “Comin’ through!” Stinky dove head-first into Diego’s sweaty member. Diego screamed out as he watched the ghost’s tail slowly vanishing deeper inside him. His cock began to inflate into a hardon as Stinky made it further and further inside, eventually reaching his stomach. Stinky pulled the rest of his tail inside Diego and began the possession process. They writhed on the floor for a minute before Stinky finally got control; however, the ghoul was feeling a little sadistic and left Diego conscience but without any control.
Stinky untangled Diego’s legs and stood up. He walked over to the sinks and mirrors and morphed Diego’s beautiful face the same way Stretch had earlier. Diego’s eyes bulged, and his mouth stretched to enormous proportions. However, Stinky didn’t stop there. Diego’s pecs began to bulge under his jersey. Ass began to swell and bounce around his jockstrap. He was terrified at the shapes his body was morphing into. Stinky redirected their attention to the urgent matter at hand–Diego’s raging boner. “We better do something about that,” Stinky joked as he left the mirror. He walked them back over to where Diego’s cup had fallen out and picked up the piece of equipment. He put it against Diego’s nose and took in a deep sniff. “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” Stinky sighed out, expelling green breath from Diego’s mouth. “Beautiful.” Diego was disgusted, albeit a little aroused. Stinky brought the cup over to a bench and plopped his host down. He whipped out Diego’s throbber and went to work. Stinky worked his cock in one had while continuing to breath in the sweaty scent from the cup with the other one. Stinky could feel his climax welling up, but he had one more fright for Diego before they erupted together. Stinky looked down and breathed his rancid green breath on Diego’s member, giving it the same rubber-like consistency he had induced on the bat earlier. Stinky took the willy cock back in his hand and finished the job. With a few final strokes, Diego bean to spew all over the room. The ghost’s comical ejaculation flung semen all over the locker room. Lockers, walls, bags, they were all covered.
Stinky, getting his fix and a good laugh from the situation, began to dislodge from his host. He withdrew himself into Diego’s belly and began to fly up Diego’s throat. Stinky’s tail erupted from Diego’s mouth as the man’s eyes widened in horror. Stinky continued to wiggle out of the player’s mouth until his own head emerged with a pop. Stinky let out a maniacal laugh as he kissed Diego on the mouth before leaving the room. The rest of the Palominos began to reenter the locker room only to find Diego standing there in disbelief as his cock continued to bounce around spraying his cum across the room.
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