Gay Ghost Possession

Uh oh! this site is infused with a magical tracking spell 🔮Unfortunately, a ghost now knows your location and is coming for your body... 👻So prepare to defend your body now or risk being used as a meat suit for all of eternity 😈NSFW 🙅🏽 No under 18’s 🔞

[gayghostpossession]

Commission information

Hey there fleshies 👻

After a long time considering it, I’ve decided to officially open commissions for my possession stories.

I’m receiving a large amount of requests for different stories which I would love to write for you all. But I don’t currently have the time or means to complete the requests anymore. However, commissioning me will allow me to complete the requests for you.

I can write NSFW stories involving possession and will include photo edits. I won’t be providing any stories to those under 18 or writing stories/editing photos of people under 18.

Whilst my stories include non-consensual possession, this is strictly within the fantasy world and I don't condone any non-consensual sexual acts in reality in any form.

If my stories or photos include any images of yourself please let me know and I can take the pictures down.

As a starting point, my stories will be:

1000 words for $20 USD

2000 for $35 USD

3000 for $50 USD

Please pm me here on Tumblr to commission me. I accept payment through Paypal.

When you submit a story request you can also submit photos to me and I will edit (“Ghostify”) a few for no additional cost.

Provide as much detail as you deem necessary, or let me know if you’re giving me free reign over a concept.

We can talk openly about your request so please don’t feel nervous about contacting me!

Also, providing tips will allow me more time to post more regular, non-commissioned stories.

Thankyou if you decide to commission me for anything 🙂

[idesofrevolution]

Written for DeeannaDeeann!

“You have the bags, right Eddie?” Christian whipped his head around, already testy with his step brother. Eddie turned with an irritated blank expression before nodding silently. The fourteen hour drive had all but annihilated any sense of fun the two limber boys had remaining. Hoping to get to Southern Decadence from their home in backwater Oklahoma, the two twinks evaded their parent’s prying attention by claiming an evangelical convention was occurring in New Orleans that weekend; knowing all too well that the only holy fathers they’d be with were the big leather daddies they’d only ever experienced on XTube. Frankly, with how late they’d made their reservation, they were very lucky to have booked their hotel- even if it was on the Northshore of Lake Pontchartrain.

Heavy rain and impressive claps of thunder had accompanied them ever since they passed over the Louisiana border, and they nearly missed the turn to the resort, whose sign was barely illuminated by the flickering floodlights: The Sunset Tower Hotel, est. 1921. Turning onto the pothole infested drive, the car shuddered as it approached the impressive structure. The hotel stood erect against the shores of the lake, dimly lit in dark orange. Once grand, the building clearly had been neglected since it’s hayday. The overgrown gardens had encroached onto the parking lot, forcing the two to approach the lobby doors where the old bellman stood waiting. The two quickly popped the trunk, and handed a $20 into the old man’s decrepit hand, bolting into the hotel.

The interior was equally as derelict as the exterior, cobwebs hung from the crystal chandeliers like spanish moss and electric surges caused the lights to have an almost firelike quality as they dimmed and brightened slowly in an unending loop. The place seemed like it hadn’t been touched since the 40’s. Yet as the two began checking in with the inconspicuous woman behind the front desk, from up in the corner of the stained glass dome, two pairs of eyes watched the brothers with intrigue. A hotel of this age always sees people of all walks of life, and it’s not uncommon for a number of said guests to stay past their checkout date. In the case of the two hulking specters, an unfortunate overdose in the coke fueled mid 80’s extended their stay. These two young, twenty something twinks were the first guests at the hotel in months, and they were awfully more appealing than the ancient couple which had preceded them. Thus began the turning of the cogs in the two strapping ghosts.

The woman at the desk handed Christian the key to their room, directing them to the elevators across the lobby. The two sighed, both disappointed at their accommodations, and yet relieved to finally have a bed. With the festival beginning tomorrow, the two decided to turn in and not take the woman up on dinner in the restaurant. The two pressed the button, watching the antique dial move slowly to “L.”

“Ugh. I think I’m going to take a shower or something. I need a minute.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his step brother’s whining, simultaneously looking forward to a moment alone. Unbeknownst to them, the two ghosts had floated behind the two. They looked down at the two boys, their ectoplasmic bodies thrice the size of these skin and bone pretty boys. Christian, noticing a strange smell began to look behind him. Of course, the two spirits were not visible to the living, at least not yet. “Oh wow… yeah I really do need a shower… I smell like a gym bag.” The two ghosts snickered, knowing all too well that the two would have significantly bigger worries than smelling as musky as they did.

The doors opened, and the four entered the elevator. Confined in the tiny space, the ghosts began to scheme. Silently calling dibs on their host, they flew around the two to observe their prospective digs. A tight squeeze was definitely going to be the situation, but they were always the competitive type. By the time the elevator had reached the thirteenth floor, the spirits had made their decisions. Diego, slightly slimmer but more cut than his lover, found Eddie to be a better fit for him, while Marco, a former bodybuilder, chose Christian.

“Jesus, Christian. Did you not shower before you got in the car?” “Oh fuck off. That was not all me. You forgot your deodorant or something.” The boys arrived outside their door, and turning the key, opened the long closed door. Before the two even had the chance, the door behind them slammed shut. Staring at eachother, they shrugged it off as Christian made his way into the bathroom, and Eddie plopped down onto the bed.

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Christian stripped off his preppy attire, taking a quick sniff of both the clothing and his pits. He was surprised to not smell the pungent musk which had sensed earlier. Yet again dismissing a seemingly innocuous oddity, he turned the faucet to scalding hot, and waited for the water to heat. Yet, slowly as the steam filled the room, he was completely unaware of the massive hulking ghost which had manifested behind him. Turning, he was met with the translucent face of Marco. The ghost greeted him with a smirk, and grabbing his head, planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. Quickly pushing the rubbery spirit off him, Christian began to scream.

Of course, Marco took this generous display as an invitation, and slammed his head into the agape mouth. Christian felt his throat expand to accommodate Marco’s head, but simply put, no squirming, stretching, or slamming would get Marco any further in. Popping out of his mouth, the ghost switched to plan B. Christian had flown backward, slipping on the tile and landing on his stomach. Perfect. Marco flew to his exposed rear, and smiled as he slipped his slippery tongue into Christian’s tight hole. Immediately moaning in pleasure, Christian found himself flooded with endorphins, surrendering completely to the incomparable sensation of the probing slick tongue rimming him. Seizing the opportunity while the twink was completely relaxed and loose, he rammed himself once more into his tiny hole.

Yelping, but still overwhelmed with ecstasy, Christian could feel the wriggling sensation of the ghost penetrating him and flowing deeper and deeper into him. Rolling onto his back, he watched in horror and amazement at the form of the hunky ghost sliding beneath his skin. Marco’s two arms plunged in alongside his torso, and began to haul his significantly larger girth into Christian’s tight body. The twink was spasming on the ground, moaning in euphoria as the ghost slipped his entire massive shape into the boy. Christian watched as Marco slipped him on like a suit, his skin stretching like rubber to make room for his bulging muscles. His arms inflated like balloons as the ghost’s hands slipped into his own, tight as gloves. Abs rippled down below massive giggling pecs leading to his increasingly girthy meat. Marco began to enjoy his new meat puppet, grabbing Christian’s smaller dick and thrusting his own into it like a fleshlight. He felt his tail slurping into the bony legs, filling them with his gelatinous muscle before flooding into his now massive feet.

Christian had all but surrendered to the pleasure, anticipating the ghost’s next move with an anxious excitement. He looked down at his new burly body play with itself and watched with a sick sense of glee as Marco’s head slipped up his stretching throat. He could feel the ghost’s head pressing against the roof of his mouth, before the mounting pressure finally gave way. Marco slipped into Christian’s head, adjusting himself within as one would with a mask. His deep, bellowing voice now pouring from his new body, Marco shot the first of his ectoplasmic loads into the air like a geyser, the glowing blue slime completely coating the ceiling.

Pulling himself up off the ground, Marco could ever so slightly hear the viscous sloshing of his ghostly form within Christian’s body. He swiped the steamy mirror clear, and admired his sexy physique. He looked like Christian, but could see his own features beneath the skin, merging into an amalgamation of both men. Christian’s consciousness purred in Marco’s psyche, caught in an endless loop of orgasmic pleasure. He turned as the doorknob giggled, grinning from ear to ear at what was to come next.

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Eddie swung the door open, Christian had been moaning and writhing for long enough. If he was gonna jack off he could at least have waited until he was asleep! Steam poured out of the ajar door, and the foreign stink of sweaty musk flooded the room with it. This was not his brother’s scent… Within moments, a meaty hand landed square on his shoulder, and out from the steam walked his stepbrother… Or was it? The hunky man stood over 6’0 tall and was built of solid muscle. Looking closely at his face, he recognized his brother, but could tell something else was lurking underneath.

“Yo, ‘little bro’. Like my new look?” Marco flexed his massive arm, his bicep now the size of Eddie’s head.

“Chh… Christian… What did you do…” Eddie backed up slowly, the hulking sight and musky scent of his brother ever so slightly arousing him. Marco laughed, his booming voice felt like shockwaves against Eddie’s tiny body.

“Your bro upgraded! And, I think it’s about time for your turn too, buddy!” Eddie felt a poke on his shoulder from behind him. Slowly turning, he saw the jacked, athletic ghost of Diego behind him. The ghost rubbed his hands together before dropping down. Marco held his gigantic hands on Eddie’s shoulders, planting him firmly in place as Diego yanked his pants to the ground. Eddie’s erect cock stood at full mast, though not necessarily impressive. Diego winked at his lover as he slurped his mouth onto Eddie’s member and began to suck. Eddie moaned as the slimy, warm, rubbery ghost slid up and down on his cock.

“Yeahhh, that’s right. That’s Diego, my friend. And he’s gonna take real good care of you.” Eddie nodded absentmindedly, completely swept away by the ghost’s incredible blowjob. Diego pryed himself off just long enough for him to jam his fist and jacked arms into Eddie’s cock, quickly engorged with his ectoplasm. Eddie yelped, confused by what should have been painful, and yet more aroused as he watched the lusty spirit crawl into his swollen cock.

“Yeahhhhhhhh, fuck yeah get in there Diego.” The ghost excitedly slithered into his now begging host, slurping into Eddie’s groin. The boys balls inflated until they dropped to the ground, filled with Diego’s rubbery body. “Ohhhh fuck!” He could feel as Diego shoved himself into his calves, and down into his feet like a pair of tight rubber socks. Looking down, his formerly size 5 feet now stood a massive size 13, and sporting one hell of a funky aroma: the aroma of an athlete fresh out of the gym, which Diego proudly exuded. He felt the slithering of the rubbery ghost crawling up his midsection, feeling his skin stretch and bloat at the pressure of his ghostly muscle buckling out of his now chiseled, lean obliques. Diego shoved his broad shoulders upward, and effortlessly slipped his arms and hands into Eddie’s.

He balled his new fists, the creaking, rubbery sound of his own stretched skin sent Eddie over the edge as he cocked his head backward in ecstasy. Taking the opportunity to thrust himself into Eddie’s head without resistance, Diego shot up his throat and slithered into his skull, letting his freakishly long tongue slip into Eddie’s. Diego sighed as he adjusted himself inside, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. Marco took to his lover’s mouth, planting a deep, sensual kiss on Diego’s now plump lips.

“Fuck that’s always fun.” Diego’s laid back, heavy South California accent flowed out of his new mouth between his tongue play with Marco. The two landed hard on the bed, smashing the frame and letting the mattress fall to the floor. Creaking, squelching, and sloshing, the two rubbed their massive swollen bodies against eachother, basking in the sweaty, musky afterglow of a sexy possession. Marco smirked as he guided his engorged cock toward Diego’s tangy hole, before plunging it deep inside him. Diego gasped and huffed at the sensation of Marco’s girth inside him. Like a balloon filled with warm liquid, the cock thrusted in and out as Marco’s cock slid around inside of Christian’s like a hyper ribbed condom.

“Oh my god, you’re so fuckin’ sexy stretching out that twink.” Diego smirked and cocked his head to the side, winking at Marco.

“You’re pretty fuckin hot yourself, you’re stretching him to the max.” Marco slammed against Diego’s jiggling bubble butt, increasing his pace. “You wanna try him? He’s super into it.” Marco laughed and nodded, his breath picking up. The two fucked hard, barebacking until Marco could barely hold himself any longer.

“Oh fuuuuuuuUUUU…” Marco felt himself shooting out of Christian’s cock, deep into Eddie. The sloshing of his ghostly body rushing into the already inflated Eddie loudly announced Diego’s exit, as Diego slipped from his lips into Christian’s open mouth. The two exchanged their flesh suits, one inflating into the other, until all that was left was buckets full of blue ecto, and two panting hunks.

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The old bellman knocked on the door, the two twink’s luggage in hand. Those little shits better have had at least a $20 tip in there for him, ungrateful little bastards. The door opened, and the stench of sex, pheromones, sweat, and testosterone rushed into the hall. The old man looked up at the two jacked men in the room, ever so vaguely recognizing them as the two he’d seen earlier.

“I… uh… I got your bags here.” The bigger one laughed, and turned to the other.

“Hey… uh, Christian! Bring this man a tip, will ya?” The tanner, more lean hunk went to his wallet, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to the bellhop.

“Sure thing… Eddie. I’ll take those!” The bellhop handed him the bags, and the two studs winked before shutting the door. On his ride back down to the lobby, the old man could swear he’d recognized those two. Yet, it couldn’t have been them, it was years ago. Must be an old man’s mind playing tricks on him.

[echovelvet278]

[possessionguy]

Fatso's Ghostly Escapade!

It has been a while since Fatso the big blue ghost has enjoyed himself with a delicious hunky fleshie to inhabit, and he has been itching to get back out there and have the time of his afterlife.

Usually, Fatso possesses a fleshie alongside his two brothers, Stinky and Stretch, however, this time Fatso went on his own outing so he could have some more privacy in whatever activities he had planned.

Fatso decided to fly out to the busy street of Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, a place that is packed with fleshies all eager to see the sights of the city of angels and stars.

Fatso flies over the herds of fleshies invisible to not cause a scene, the big guy is looking for a certain kind of fleshie, a fleshie who is beefy, hunky, and would make any man stare.”Let’s see what I get today. This time I do NOT want the fat guy!” Fatso intends to take over the sexiest fleshie he can find so that he can become the talk of the town.

Fatso keeps on his search when he sees something that almost makes him reveal himself out of excitement, Fatso sees his next victim. The man is tall, dark, and handsome with bulging muscles and a face that can get anything he wants.

Fatso’s eyes pop out of his head as he ogles the fleshie up and down.”Ooh! Look what we have here… the man of my dreams! Hubba Hubba!” The man walks across the street wearing all gray and black with a leather jacket as he seems to be in a rush. The fleshie jumps into a cab as Fatso decides to join in on the ride.

Fatso sits next to his soon-to-be body in the backseat of the car as his fleshie gets comfortable and opens up his phone. Fatso thinks to himself, “Now why were you in a rush, you sexy slab of meat…”

Fatso peaks at the man’s phone as he opens up an app that is quite familiar with Fatso, the yellow app known as Grindr. Fatso scoffs, “Hahaha now THIS is what I am talking about! Fleshie you are PERFECT! I cannot wait to get my hands on you big guy!” Fatso is getting hornier and hornier as he thinks about squeezing inside this hunk of a man.

Fatso wants to see what his fleshie has in mind as he sees the fleshie messaging someone. The messages read; “Hey r u on ur way Brandon?” “Yup just got in the cab, can't wait till you see you” “Can't wait I'm waiting in bed”.

Fatso sees these messages, “Ohh I see fleshie… ‘Brandon’ is on his way to a hookup, well I hope there is room for a THIRD! Bahahaha” Fatso laughs to himself as the car shakes slightly from his large vibrating form.

Brandon gets to his destination as Fatso trails him, Brandon enters the apartment complex and gets rings to get inside. As Brandon walks in he seems to have to use the restroom so he runs over to the bathroom to relieve himself before he makes his way to his hookup’s room. “It's time to get this show on the road fleshie! Haha!” Fatso knows it's time to take over his fleshie as he prepares to take possession of Brandon. 

Brandon gets into the bathroom and quickly takes a piss as he lets out a sigh and zips up, before he leaves the bathroom he makes sure he looks in the mirror. Brandon is checking himself out when he hears some noises coming from a closed stall. “What was that?” Brandon questions as he turns his head to a stall he knows was left open when he first walked in. The stall looks like it's shaking and rumbling causing Brandon to want to take a closer look. “Is someone there?” Brandon walks up to the stall and opens the door to see no one. “What the heck is going on?” All Brandon sees is an empty stall as he notices the toilet is vibrating, Brandon steps forward until he is standing above the toilet looking down into the bowl.

“Hey fleshie… turn around…”

Brandon whips his head up and quickly turns around with a confused look on his face as he sees a large pudgy ghost with piercing orange eyes looking directly at him almost completely blocking the stall door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?!” Brandon shrieks

Fatso laughs and grins, “The name’s Fatso, and you caught my eye you sexy fleshie!” Brandon tries to run out of the stall but Fatso bounces Brandon back like a giant balloon which causes Brandon to stumble onto the toilet behind him.

“Oh Fleshie, why leave so soon, it's only the beginning of our fun escapade together, or should I say… MY fun escapade INSIDE you!” Fatso starts to move closer to Brandon.

Brandon looks up at Fatso while he scoots back as much as he can, “What do you want from me?! This can't be happening!” Brandon looks terrified as Fatso gets up close and personal with him, rubbing his ghostly belly against his knees as the chubby ghost gets eye-level with his prey. Fatso looks Brandon in the eyes, “Hehe Possession is 9/10s the law and you are ALL MINE!” Fatso charges back as Brandon goes wide-eyed. “NOW OPEN UP FOR FATSO!” Fatso flings forward towards Brandon as Fatso slams into Brandon’s crotch looking for his way in.

Brandon tries to get up but the immense force of Fatso keeps Brandon stuck on the toilet seat. Fatso phases through Brandon’s jeans and finds Brandon’s flaccid rod, “Ooooh! Why hello there big guy! Hehe, don't mind if I do!” Fatso begins to press against Brandon’s rod as his head slurps in. Brandon moans and chills from the sudden cold and rubbery feeling of Fatso entering into him. Brandon immediately freaks out and pulls down his pants to see Fatso slurping inside him, “AHHH GET OUT!” Fatso continues to laugh as he slowly sinks into Brandon’s rod which causes Brandon to go hard and feels Fatso enter into his stomach. 

Brandon watches in horror as Fatso’s bulbous stomach slams into him, Brandon begins to push against against Fatso with his hands, “Get off of me!” Fatso starts to come back out of Brandon as Fatso groans slowly, “Awww come on Fleshie, let me in, I promise I will take great care of you!”

Fatso pops out of Brandon’s crotch as Fatso has a scolding look on his face, “You think are can keep me out fleshie, I’ll show you what it means to be taken over!” Brandon quickly gets up and makes a run out of the bathroom as Fatso flies forward and bodyslams into Brandon’s back causing Brandon to hit his head against the door and fall backward on his back. Brandon is in a daze as he opens his eyes and sees Fatso above him.

Fatso grins, “Thanks for making this easier for me fleshie, now open wide 'cause I’M COMING THROUGH!!!” Fatso dives down into Brandon’s mouth and he slams all his ghostly weight onto Brandon as his head and arms immediately go down into Brandon’s throat, “Now this is what I am TALKING ABOUT! Hahaha!”

Brandon cannot speak a word as he feels Fatso wiggle down his throat and feels Fatso begin to once again fill up his stomach. Fatso continues to flow into Brandon as his belly wiggles and squeezes slowly getting more and more of his ectoplasm down into his victim’s muscular body.

“GET READY FOR FATSO! BAHAHAHA!” Fatso laughs as Brandon groans in discomfort as he feels more and more of Fatso squeeze and rub against his insides. Fatso continues to squeeze and wiggle for a while until what is left is Fatso’s tail, “There we GO!” Fatso’s tail slurps into Brandon’s mouth and wiggles down his through with a popping sound.

Brandon’s eyes go wide as he immediately gets up off the floor now feeling extremely heavy and full since he is now carrying all of Fatso inside him. Brandon groans, “Ughhh I feel weird, please get out…” Fatso giggles in response, “Sorry fleshie but I am already getting VERY comfortable in my new home! You won’t mind if I stay for a while right?”

Brandon wobbles as he stands up and feels Fatso wiggling and moving in his body, he suddenly hears Fatso moan as he feels a lurch in his stomach and his body begins to move on its own. “Time for Fatso to take the reigns fleshie!” Fatso blurts out as Brandon’s body flails around the bathroom while both Fatso and Brandon groan and moan.

Brandon flings to his left and hits his stomach against the sink, “HEYYY there's precious cargo in here!” Brandon continues to shake uncontrollably as he feels Fatso move and expand in his body, almost like he is being put on like a suit. Brandon feels Fatso’s head squeeze into his own as he sighs, “Please don’t do this…” Fatso exclaims, “Don’t worry fleshie, Fatso is going to take GREAT care of you! Now let me take the driver’s seat for a while.” Fatso moans and lurches over as Brandon is gone and fatso is in control now.

Fatso walks up to the mirror in his new body examining himself and his sexy muscles and chiseled face, “Wow… never been in a fleshie this sexy before! This is going to be an amazing night!” Fatso gets a notification from the phone in his pocket and it reads, “Hey man what is taking so long, I'm ready to be fucked!” Fatso gets excited, “Ooh this is going to be fun!” Fatso walks out of the bathroom ready for his escapades.

[zachghost770]

Stretch’s Party (Prequel to Celebrity Trio)

(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM MALEMODIFICATION.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

Last year, Stretch’s theme for the party was ‘dress up like Stretch day’. Both Fatso and Stinky had to find a host that resembled Stretch’s usual body type. It was great fun for Stretch to hang out with such fit guys, but Stinky and Fatso were uncomfortable the whole time; Fatso was too big for his body, and Stinky was too small.

This year, Fatso and Stinky opened up their respective letters and saw the theme. It was a ‘mismatch’ theme. Both ghosts grunted in disbelief. This year is going to be even worse for them. Stretch wanted Fatso in a lean body and Stinky to get into a beefy body. Both ghosts knew they would have to comply as they didn’t want to disappoint their brother. It was only one day after all.

Stinky began to search for his ‘costume’ for this year’s party. Stinky had never possessed a beefy guy before. Stinky was more attuned to younger, more athletic boys.

Stinky flew around the city and searched for his prized vessel. Eventually, Stinky found an attractive bodybuilder in a tank top and army pants entering his home. Stinky prepared himself for the possession and followed the man.

Once inside, the man went into his bathroom. Stinky phased through the wall to keep up. The man began to take selfies of himself while lifting his shirt up.

“This oughta get the ladies’ attention.” He said narcissistically to himself in the mirror.

Stinky, although terrified of possessing this monster of a man, was also excited at the thought of having such a dominant vessel. With one swift movement, Stinky threw himself into the back of the man’s army pants and very quickly slid up his butt.

The man yelped in pain at the feeling of a chilling ghost sliding into his body. By the time he was able to pull down his pants and check out his backside, Stinky was already completely inside of him.

Puzzled, the man began to notice his body emitting foul odors from his ass. He sniffed them and crinkled his nose.

“UGH! What the hell is that? That’s not me!” He yelled out.

Stinky giggled from inside the man and began to actually take over him. The monster of a man began to dance and move in weird patterns as Stinky possessed him. He grunted heavily as he felt Stinky slowly taking over his manly body. A few minutes later, the man relaxed and his eyes came back into focus.

“Ahhh. That’s much better!” He said with Stinky’s voice.

The beefy man raised his armpits and took a deep whiff of them now that Stinky was in control.

“Looks like I am ready for that party! Maybe this will be more fun than last year!”

Now it was Fatso’s turn.

Fatso was dreading his possession of a ‘lean’ body. He knew that meant he was barely going to fit inside of his vessel. Fatso had a hard enough time last year, fitting into a muscular body.

Fatso scanned the city in his usual places for the perfect body. When he came up short, he knew he was going to have to go to somewhere new.

For the first time in a really long time, Fatso went to the local gym and phased through the men’s locker room to look for a body. There were a bunch of strong, athletic guys in here, but Fatso needed someone a little bit smaller to satisfy Stretch’s request.

At the end of the locker room, he spotted a shirtless Hispanic guy admiring himself in the mirror.

It was the perfect vessel for Fatso. He was cute, lean, and still attractive. Although he couldn’t get one of his normal fat guys for this party, Fatso couldn’t think of anyone better.

Fatso waited to ensure the locker room was empty and made his move on the cute guy. Fatso appeared in the mirror and copied every one of the man’s movements. He overlayed the man’s sexy appearance with his own.

“What the hell? What’s wrong with this mirror?” He asked confused.

He came up to the mirror to tried to inspect it closer.

“BOO!” Fatso yelled as he popped out of the mirror.

The man stumbled back and began to call out for help when Fatso shoved himself down the guy’s throat. The man’s eyes bulged considerably and his call became muffled by Fatso’s jiggling ectoplasm.

It was a serious struggle, but after minutes of slowly sinking into the guy’s body. Fatso was finally in. The man’s stomach bulged considerably and he was taking deep breaths to catch up with his respirations, but he was instantly possessed by Fatso.

“Hehe… Sorry about that. This is only temporary, trust me. I don’t like this anymore than you do.” The cute Hispanic guy said with Fatso’s booming voice. “Well, maybe I like it a little more than you do. I mean, I have your looks now.”

Slowly the bulge in the man’s gut disappeared and returned to normal. Fatso burped really loudly and set off for Stretch’s party.

Stretch had already been inside his ‘costume’ for a little while now. It’s how he came up with the idea for the party. Stretch was so used to possessing athletic, young studs, that he forgot what it was like to be other people.

Stretch looked into the rear view mirror of his car one last time and admired his cute, cuddly bear body.

Stretch fixed his leather jacket and flashed a sexy smirk at himself.

“Damn I look good in here.” The cub said in Stretch’s ghostly voice.

Stretch fixed the mirror and left his car. This year, the party was at this guy’s house. He apparantly still lived with his parents, but they were nowhere in sight. Stretch assumed they must have been on vacation.

Stretch waited for a couple minutes and his two brothers showed up right on time. Out of one car came a hulking man in a tank top that Stretch assumed to be Stinky. The other car contained a much smaller Fatso inside a Mexican hottie.

Stretch welcomed his brothers and they went inside. They were ready to have a fun night.

[gentlerubz]

Which one of my older sequences would you like to see a redraw of, or a reimagination of? Or maybe even something completely new?

(Apologies for the quick shitty collage made on the phone lol)

[gayghostpossession]

If you like the Fatso one be sure to comment or message gentlerubz 😉

[gayghostpossession]

If you could turn any celebrity or prominent figure into a gay, possession crazed ghost… who would it be and what type of guys would they possess??

Pedro Pascal has a goofy and warm personality. He would take over mature men and act silly in their bodies. His preferred method of possession would be phasing into their bodies. Pedro would be sure to slowly enter their body while grinning at them. He’d want his host to slowly feel Pedro filling him up, like the embrace of a big hug.

Nick Jonas is more on the cocky side and would possess fit, gym guys. His preferred possession is to jump directly into their mouths and squeeze in. Once inside, Nick would be sure to work their bodies out rigorously and spend all day flexing his muscles and flirting with guys.

Darren Barnett is a cool and calm, albeit not very bright type. He loves possessing popular college guys and going to parties, where he feels right at home. He likes to possess by sliding into their cocks. Usually once he arrives at a party while inside of his host, it’s easy for him to hookup with guys and girls alike.

What about you? Feel free to submit another question as your answer.

[gayghostpossession]

Curious, how would it feel to have multiple ghosts inside of you?

Having one ghost inside of you would make you feel full and occupied. You’d be able to feel it in your stomach and also feel it spread into your limbs. With multiple ghosts inside of you, they would need to occupy a different part of your body each because they can’t all wear you like a suit at once. And you’d feel even more bloated because there’s less room for them to spread out. You would feel one inside of your legs and crotch. One will be sitting inside your stomach expanding it into a beer belly. And the other will be in your chest, arms and head. The ghost occupying your head will be in control of your body whilst the others are in ‘passenger seats.’ The ghosts can shift around and swap positions with some squirming, if it’s time for another ghost to take control 👻

[gayghostpossession]

How would you want 3 fat ghosts possess you?

One can dive into my mouth and squeeze in. Another can jump into my dick whilst the first one is squeezing in. The last one considers forcing its way into my ass, but then decides to phase into me from behind. It takes ages for the ghosts to get in because of the limited space. One they’re in, my body is stretched beyond capacity. The ghosts immediately take over and take turns feeling up my body and laughing.

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How do you want a ghost to possess you?

I want a fat ghost to approach me while I’m sleeping and shove it’s fat head into my mouth. It will work it’s way down my throat and into my stomach. By the time I wake up it’s already too far in and I can’t pull it out. The rest of the ghost will follow and it’s tail will pop into my mouth. The ghost will spread through my body and I’ll feel it’s head move up into my throat and finally fill up my head. Then I’ll fade out and be in a vague state of unawareness and fullness as the ghost uses my body.

How do you want to be possessed?

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Are you planning on writing stories again in the future?

I am but not sure when. My work and social life take up a lot of my time. I’m inspired when others write stories and I’m a little competitive so I like to put lots of effort into mine 😉

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Do you think the possession should be a longer and more enjoyable process? Sort of like a kiss. Also, do you prefer ghosts that around around human size or bigger than human?

It depends on what the ghost is wanting to do. If the ghost has an agreement with the fleshie to possess them, then they can make it slow and enjoyable. They can do that by manipulating their ectoplasm to feel good or vibrate as they enter the body, or enter more slowly.

Usually the ghost doesn’t have that agreement though and is possessing them as quickly as possible to take over them. If the ghost is bigger than the fleshie it’s going to be a take bit longer to enter them.

This type of possession can still feel good. The sensation of the ghost moving into their body and fill up their stomach can feel erotic, and then the ghost adjusting inside their body, especially their penis can feel enjoyable. But usually it’s happening quickly so no one notices or the fleshie can’t call for help.

To answer the second question, I prefer ghosts that are slightly bigger than human size, that are especially fat or muscular.

I’m interested in your thoughts if you wanted to dm me or post another comment as your response :)

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Do you like it when ghosts change physically people they possess? Like making them fatter/muscular, their appearance, etc.

That’s a good question. I like it when their appearance changes naturally from the ghost inside their body taking up their space. Like the fleshie getting fatter or more muscular/ the ghost stretching out their body. I prefer it to be natural changes from the ghost inside rather than extreme.. What about you??

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Hi are you still doing commissions?

Hey, so sorry at the moment I’ve paused my commissions as work is very taxing at the moment. I’d still be happy to talk about your idea though because I like hearing ideas :)

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Have you ever thought of a story where a guy lets a ghost, Fatso for example, possess him? Maybe they live together and enjoy ewch other?

Hey! I have thought about that. And I know that there a couple of Fatso possession stories like that out there. But I personally I prefer stories where there’s a forced possession. Are you into the idea of an agreed possession more? What do you think makes you so into that? I’m curious to know

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I was wondering if you know anyone who's reblogged this story about the ghostly trio and kibosh possessing Chris Evans, Pratt, Hemsworth, and Tom Holland, I've been trying to find the post again so I could save it.

From the top of my head I don’t know, but I have the story saved in screenshots. DM me on tumblr and I’ll send it to you :)

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Fatso’s takeover (Alex)

It has been months since Fatso has had some fleshie fun and is jealous of his fellow ghosts Stinky and Stretch since they recently just invaded some hunky fleshies on a cruise ship and had the best time of their afterlives.

“I have been in need to have some fun inside a fleshie! This big belly is NOT going to feed itself! Time to find myself a perfect fleshie to inhabit Haha!” Fatso rumbles as he laughs and fades through the walls of his room to find his fleshie.

Fatso searched through Gyms, Hotels, Villas, Restaurants, Theme Parks and EVEN a country club trying to find the perfect fleshie, but no one was peaking his ghostly interest. 

“This search has been excruciatingly annoying! All I want is the perfect  fleshie I can squeeze into and  fulfill my needs with, but all I am getting is NOTHING!”

Fatso has never been this angry before as he is usually the most calm and collected ghost out of his ghostly trio, but because of all the pent up urges from the months of not possessing any fleshies, Fatso is furious. Fatso is nearly on the brink of giving up when he decides to give it one more push and search through one more area.

Fatso decided to search more domestically for his vessel of fun and search through the homes in Los Angeles, where there are usually the most sexy of fleshies. Fatso goes through countless homes when finally nears a house that has some pretty awful music coming from it. Fatso would usually avoid this kind of house, but Fatso is desperate.

Fatso phases through the walls of this 2-story home when he ends up in the kitchen. Fatso becomes easily distracted by the idea of food.

“Ooh! Let’s see what food there is that I can enjoy!” 

Fatso sticks his head in the fridge and finds basic groceries and some ice cream he swallows down in one gulp.

“Hehehe, that was deliciously sweet!”

Fatso laughs to himself as he notices the awful music again. Fatso  goes invisible and floats through the ceiling and ends up on the second floor when he sees something.

“What in the ghostly realm is going on here?” Fatso says to himself.

Fatso is eyeing down a man embarrasingly dancing in front of his phone. Fatso takes a closer look at this fleshie as he realizes this fleshie is perfect for him. The fleshie is hunky and meaty as he dances and his thick legs and arms bounce side to side which gets Fatso riled up.

“Now this is the fleshie I have been WAITING FOR! Time for some Fatso fun!”

Fatso immediately decides to lock the doors and windows of the room he and his fleshie are in and is inspired by his ghostly brother Stretch when he goes inside this fleshie’s phone.

The fleshie’s name is Alex and as he dances to his phone trying to make some Tik Toks for his fans something strange happens. Alex’s face looks to have turned blue and he has these big cheeks and piercingly yellow eyes. Also Alex looks to have gained a big belly. Alex stops dancing in confusion.

“What is wrong with my face? Since when did I look like that? And what happened to my body! Why am I so bloated?! Is this a filter?”

Alex takes a step closer to his phone trying to get a closer look and figure out what is wrong when he begins to hear a heavy laugh booming from his phone. Alex then jumps back as Fatso’s ghostly blue face flies out of his phone and is a couple inches away from Alex’s fleshie one.

Alex screams out, “What the hell! What is going on!?”

Fatso laughs and replies, “Hi there fleshie! Mind if I come in?”

Alex looks utterly confused, “Come in?”

Fatso grins, “Don’t mind if I do! I love a fleshie with hospitality!”

Fatso comes roaring from Alex’s phone and slams into his face as Fatso’s head pops into Alex’s mouth. Alex begins to scream which is muffled from Fatso’s form. Alex gets knocked back onto the floor as Fatso is pushing inside his mouth and throat.

“Errrgh Open wide big boy! Cause Fatso is coming on board! Hahaha!”

Alex manages to stand up but is pushed into the wall as Fatso hurls himself hard into Alex’s mouth. As Alex hits the wall Fatso’s arms and upper chest slurp into Alex’s throat which causes Alex’s eyes to go wide as he feels Fatso’s form down his throat and behind to squeeze into his belly.

“Almost there fleshie! Just let This Big Ol Belly of mine in and we are gonna have some fun!”

Fatso pushes and squeezes hard to fit his ghostly gut into Alex’s mouth for almost 10 minutes when he finally gets all of his belly in and all that is left is his ghostly tail flailing outside of Alex’s mouth. Alex feels so much heavier and bloated as he feels Fatso’s big belly drop into his own as his belly feels bigger and shakes as Fatso fills it up.

Fatso’s tail slurps into Alex’s mouth with a pop as Alex’s eyes look down at his closed mouth and puts his hands on his bloated belly as he feels Fatso inside.

“Now this is what I call a 5-star living environment. Fatso can get used to this! Hahaha!” 

Fatso’s laugh shakes Alex around as Alex looks visibly uncomfortable.

“What are you doing to me? What do you want!”

“I want.. well… YOU! I need a fleshie to enjoy some time in and you are my top choice! Now get comfy cause it’s time for me to get fully situated.”

“NO I WON’T LET YOU!”

“Sorry fleshie but nothing you can do about it! Hahaha!”

Alex has a terrified but angry expression on his face and as Fatso begins to shift inside him to take over his body, Alex gets an idea as he stares at his weirdly bloated belly.

“I don’t want you in my BODY!”

Alex puts his hands together like a rock and slams it against his belly which immediately causes all the pressure of Fatso inside to begin to go up towards his chest.

“Hey what are you doing dumb Fleshie?! Stop that! There is precious cargo in here!”

Alex continues to slam his stomach over and over which doesn’t hurt because Fatso is taking all the punches. All the slams push Fatso farther up but then suddenly Alex has the urge to fart. As Alex farts he feels a shift in his body. 

“What are you doing fleshie?! Where am I going?!” Fatso yells as his form shoots down to Alex’s ass

Alex sees this happen but does not care as he slams his stomach one more time. This final slam causes Fatso to slowly come out yelling from Alex’s asshole head first. 

“NOOOOO! Let me back in! This can’t be happening to me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BODY YOU STUPID GHOST!”

Alex feels an intense pressure in his ass as Fatso comes blasting out, but Alex lowkey enjoys it as Fatso presses against his G-spot while being expelled from his body.

Fatso finally comes barreling out of Alex’s ass and hurdles at the door as Alex releases a sigh of relief and feels up his ass as it is sore from Fatso’s expulsion.

“Aargh! Why do you have to be like that fleshie? I just want to have some fun in that sexy fleshie body of yours!”

“This body is mine and you cannot possess me! I am out of here!”

Alex runs for the door and tries to escape but it is no use as Fatso locked all the exits earlier.

“That’s right, there is no way out of here little fleshie. Fatso is going to get inside your body whether you want me to or not! Now come here!”

Fatso flies towards Alex and uses his belly as a weapon as he bumps Alex away from the door and into the middle of the room, knocking over his phone stand.

“Now that right there was the Fatso specialty! Hahaha!”

Alex is in a haze trying to collect himself from the knockout he just endured but before he could Fatso flies above him and yanks his pants and underwear down revealing Alex’s bulbous ass to the cold air. Alex flips over onto his back from the sudden reveal and his dick is out in the open looking back at Fatso which catches the horny ghost’s attention.

“Oohh hey there little guy! What’s that? You want me to hop in? Well why didn’t you say earlier! CANNONBALL!!!”

Fatso rears up and flies into the air as Alex’s eyes go wide as he realizes what Fatso is planning to do. Before Alex can move away, Fatso comes slamming down onto Alex’s cock as his tail slurps right into his slit which causes Alex’s eyes to roll back from the sudden orgasmic feeling. Fatso is stuck sitting on Alex’s dick as he sees Alex’s reaction.

“Hahahaha! I see you liked that fleshie! Now get ready cause there is more of that to come!”

Fatso begins to slam repeatedly into Alex’s cock as he slowly squeezes down. Alex’s cock stretches trying to make room for the bulbous ghost trying to fit in. Alex tries to push Fatso off of him by grabbing Fatso’s belly but it is not used as Fatso swats his hands away and pushes even harder.

“NO STOP THIS– UGHHH– OOH MAN!”

Alex cant even move as Fatso pushes harder and harder which puts Alex into the most orgasmic feeling he has ever felt as his dick is intruded and his belly grows as more of Fatso slurps inside.

“Having a fun time fleshie? Get ready to have more fun once i’m in control!”

Fatso uses his hands to grab onto Alex’s thighs and pull himself into Alex’s cock as more of his gut squeezes inside and Fatso is getting more of himself inside his new fleshie host.

“Ughhh OHHH MAN ERGHHH MY DICK!”

Alex whimpers and groans through the entire possession as Fatso wriggles and spins trying to slurp in even faster into Alex.

“I’m almost in fleshie! Now to do one more push! 3…2…1… HERE I COME!”

Fatso rears up and then back down in a giant slam which pushes Alex back onto the floor and Fatso’s entire gut and arms slurp into Alex’s dick as Alex moans so loud the neighbors could hear him.

“OOOOHHHH MANNN ERGHHH!”

All that is left outside of Alex’s dick is Fatso’s chubby face. Alex looks down and sees Fatso looking back at him. Alex cannot do anything as Fatso is so deep inside him.

“Looks like I am all back in fleshie. Don’t think about doing anything this time! Bye Bye! HAHAHAH!”

Fatso gives Alex a wink as he slurps his head into Alex as Alex feels Fatso’s head travel into his belly which is bloated once again. 

“Ughhh my stomach feels so weird again! Fatso please make this stop!!!”

Alex feels his jiggle belly once again as he feels 3x heavier from the ghost inside him.

“Sorry fleshie but no-can-do! Possession is 9/10s the law and Fatso is ready to become captain of this ship now! Hahaha!”

Fatso begins to shift around inside Alex as Alex begins to feel Fatso spread through out his body. Alex begins to shake around and spin around the room as Fatso takes over.

“Woooah what is happening! Make it stop Ahhhh!”

Alex shakes and spins as Fatso is laughing from within him.

“Shake shake shake fleshie! Fatso has got you now! Hahaha! Dance like you do to your phone! Hahahaha!”

Alex continues to shake and jiggle as Fatso begins to squeeze his arms into Alex’s own as Alex feels himself losing control.

“My arms! Noooo! I can’t feel my arms!”

Fatso laughs as he then slams his form into Alex’s legs which gives Fatso control of Alex’s legs now.

“Your thighs feel amazing fleshie! Fatso rates it a 10/10!”

Alex gasps as he feels Fatso’s cock slurp into his own which causes his dick and balls to feel cold as they grow in size from the ghostly filling. Alex’s waist jumps forward as this happens.

“Looks like your little guy isn’t so ‘little’ anymore! Hahahah!

Alex is continued to be taken over as he feels the pressure of Fatso move up to his neck as Fatso begins to try and squeeze himself into Alex’s head for the final takeover.

“Fatso please don’t do this! Erghhh! It is my body!”

Fatso laughs, “Don’t fight it fleshie. Fatso wants to get this party started and I need you to make that happen! Now let fatso in that pretty face of yours huh?”

Fatso pushes one last time as his ghostly head pops into Alex’s. Both Alex and Fatso gasp and moan at the same time as Fatso’s face appears over Alex’s for a moment and flies back in as Alex goes silent for a minute. Alex wakes up but it is no longer Alex as Fatso has taken control and has a wide grin of excitement from his achievement.

“Hahahaha! Now this is more like it! Fatso can get used to this!”

Fatso feels himself all over as he is ready for the time of his afterlife!

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