I still like the idea of when a ghost posses someone but the body just isn't big enough to hold the ghost so the ghost makes some room. All those fanterfane art always get to me
Like could you imagine going to a mansion for a party, maybe a friend of a friend is the current owner of the place so that's how you got invited. Maybe you got lost looking for the bathroom after you got your hands covered in paint, and find an open door with the lights on. You go see if someone's there, but as soon as you step in the door behind you closes and locks, the lights go out and sinister laughter fills the room, as a ghostly Spirit emerges from the shadows.
A very, well endowed spirit, like Jesus she's pushing that poor Victorian dress to its limit with her bust and butt. She teases you for looking at her, mouth agap, most people would be screaming, but you, well your shocked. She explains if you let her borrow your body to join in the fun, she'll promise a gift beyond your greatest desires. She says all this, with her chest hovering close to your face. You stutter trying to give an answer, but manage to get out an ok, and in a few moments you feel her enter your body, a cold sensation filling your body
And in a few moments, you feel her speak in your head, complaining about how cramp it is, and you feel it. You feel your chest expanding, growing, ripping your old clothes apart with its sheer size as they grow to her size. You feel your pants grow tighter and tighter, desperately trying to take them off before they
Riiiiipp
Rip, your poor clothes, at least you have more in the closer, you can only feel as your body morphs and changes, rearranging and expanding to fill the souls of both of you. Your hair growing, your height changing, your lips puckering, nails extending. By the time it's all done you look in the mirror. You look like her, some mature busty women, a very hot one. Just, more you in a way, with your hair color and lip color. But she doesn't give you much time to admire your new self, before taking control and reaching into her closet, and grabbing the clothes to make the party truly special~
An hour later and a totally makeover, she walks down the stairs, as you watch as the room goes silent at the mysterious women comes down, looking like the portraits around the place. But she's quite cunning, and charismatic, explaining she's simple a friend of yours who arrived thru the backdoor, and why you took so long to join back in the party. You just had to, go for something, but she'll party for the two of you
And party she did, experiencing a 21st century party like no tommorow, even you could feel the excitement and joy of it all!
By morning you wake up in her bed, exhausted, hung over, and heavy. You try to get up but the weight alone is too much, you think it's a consequence of the hang over, but when your tits jiggle from you getting off the bed, you realized what she meant by a gift beyond your wildest dreams...
