Max Reynard | Morphelio

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A hoard of ghosts fill you with their ectoplasmic seed and leave you a fat, orgasmic mess on the floor.

You’ve just settled into your new place, a Victorian on the hillsides of San Francisco. The furniture is in place and the boxes are unpacked. You’re getting ready, seated on the floor, in front a full-length mirror, dabbing on the first specks of make-up, the beginnings of a ghost costume. You’ll be cruising the bars tonight, celebrating Halloween in a new city, and looking to make a splash as a new resident.

You’ve prepared for your arrival. You’re working remotely, and your finances are stable. You’ve slimmed down and bulked up, in the best shape of your life. You’re sporting a new hairstyle, a modern slick back, that you’ve paired with a mustache you finished growing and shaping to your desired appearance a few weeks ago. Your wardrobe is all new, fitted and pricey, to show off the success of your mid-30s transformation.

You’ve just finished the gradient of dark make-up around your eyes, and are preparing to contour the rest of your face with sickly pale, when you feel something slick, hot and fleshy part your lips. You jerk your head back in surprise and swat away at what’s assumed to be a bug, but your hand meets only air, and your reflection is unrevealing.

You glance about, unnerved, then slowly reach for the applicator sponge again … Then you let out a gasp and a yelp.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, the same sensation returning, but now advancing, you watch as your lips part and form an ‘O’ shape, quickly dilating unnaturally wide, forcing your teeth and jaw apart in the process. You’re staring now at your wet tongue, pressed down firmly into the floor of your mouth, as well as your soft palette and throat being stretched against an unseen, cylindrical object.

If there’s one thing you know, however, it is the taste of dick.

The invisible meat next slides forcefully down your throat, widening your upper esophagus and drowning out your screams. You’re suddenly lifted into the air, as if suspended by the mouth; a fish on a hook, of sorts. Then, you watch your legs flung forward, hinging you at your waist and landing, also suspended, with your feet just above your head.

Your pants are torn apart and tossed to the ground. Then your reflection makes you watch, as your asshole is suddenly slick with slimy moisture, parted slightly like your lips were, and then rapidly dilated to the diameter of a baseball bat. You feel the meat fill you like you’ve never been filled before, a vision of it ultimately unnecessary.

Then your head is tilted back, floating in the air with your legs up, body positioned as if lying on your back in bed, arms dangling. Two ghostly bodies, still invisible, plunge your mouth and ass, with dicks so big, they can be seen stretching your throat and abdomen.

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Unrelenting, you now feel a second meaty rod pressing against your ass and lips. Impossible as it seems, and much to your failed opposition, a second ghost cock, just as enormous, impales your hole and your throat, joining the others in thrusting into you, like a cheap sex doll.

A moment later, the same sticky, heavy feeling presses against each of your palms. An invisible hand closes around your fingers, forcing yours into a grip, though you can hardly reach your fingers halfway to your palms. Your feet are grabbed and pulled together, your soles pressed together, leaving a gap where the arches meet, which is quickly filled by yet another spectral cock. Finally, the meaty pectorals you’ve worked so hard on, are smushed together to form a sweaty canal for more ghost dick.

You cannot imagine feeling fuller than this, or more burdened; any heavier, any more weighed down and out of control. The cocks slammed into and against you without regard for your limits, without heeding your gurgled cries for pause. Then, eventually, even the damned need to cum.

Ectoplasmic seed spews like a cannon up the crevice of your muscle tits and splashes you against your chin and face. Luminescent, with a pearly iridescence, and thick with slimy viscosity. It rockets from your hands like Spider-Man webbing a criminal, sprays up your legs and all over feet.

But the ghosts’ cum really collects inside of your guts. It fills your stomach and your colon until they’re taught and your belly is bloated round, blushed bright red. As if frenzied by the site of you, the fuck picks up a new fervor, and load after load is cannoned into you, ballooning your gut to its capacity, cartoonishly protruding from your athletic frame.

As their seed slams into you, your digestive tract is hard at work – betraying you. The ghostly cum loads, packed densely with the energy of a fractured soul, are rapidly broken down and sucked into your bloodstream to be transported all over your body in seconds. In moments, your skin can be seen rising like a dough in the oven, new fat padding your belly, ass and chest, then quickly spreading to your limbs and face.

Your terror is matched only by your arousal, and your cock has been streaming precum nonstop from the immense pressures against your prostate. Now, as your body expands, 180lbs ballooning to 200 …. 220 …. 250 … 300 …. 360 …. 400 pounds and still rising … your once respectable cock is being swallowed up by an advancing fat pad that has emerged below your gut. The tip of your head, glistening with sweat, can be seen tucked into the new pouch, like a clit in a pussy, with a pair of balls shoved forward and made useless. Their testosterone-production being overwhelmed by aromatase enzymes in the subcutaneous fat churning out estrogen.

Two more cocks now join the ghostly army’s assault on your body. One slips into the moist cavern that your belly button has now formed, while the other enters the pussy that your fat pad has created. They join the others in their humping, and make you spray our own sissy loads from the poundings against your worthless cock head. Their seed only bloats and grows you faster.

Then all at once, the invisible meats withdraw from you, and a haunted presence escapes from the room like a gas to a vacuum. Your enormously fattened body drops to the ground with a loud bang, and a sloshing like your guts are filled with gelatin.

The remaining seed begins to expand in your gut, no longer absorbed and converted to fat. A vast sea of cum, now forming into hundreds of thousands of spectral bodies, which each grow inside your gut and force your belly to new limits. Even under the weight of a body fattened to well over 500lbs, your gut emerges as an unbelievable sight. Perfectly round and tight as a drum, expanding all the way to ceiling.

Your hips widen, your legs forcibly spread, and your already gaped hole opens wider. You emit an animalistic growl and a bellowing scream that rattles the windows. You fart with the intensity of a howitzer, releasing a cannon fire of ectoplasm and ghoulish wisps that swirl through the air before escaping out into the world.

Your belly deflates as you explode, the relief and the expulsion causing waves of orgasm to overtake you … an hour passes before you’re strong enough to sit, then you gingerly struggle to your feet. You glance at yourself, face pale like a ghost. Your costume is strewn across the room by the force of the wind.

You waddle over and pick it up. The oversized onesie is now tightly stretched as it forms to your new girth. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a while.

“Well,” you mutter to yourself. “No one knows me here anyway. Nothing’s stopping me from dancing, drinking, and taking someone home tonight … Just looks like I’ll be bottoming, is all.”

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