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Grave Shift(Hu Tao Mass Twinning TG)
🕑 Added 2025-12-31 19:53:42 +0000 UTC
Harry was working the grave shift, pretty literally for this new gig at an apartment complex that overlapped with an old graveyard. He was honestly pretty thankful for everyone else being superstitious wimps, the hours, the location and the work itself all grueling enough to scare away most of the other security guards, and given the current job market, it was hard to complain for such a consistent job. At least when he was doing his job. Random tenants always seemed to make it his problem as if he was the property manager if they heard a creak or an amenity wasn’t working. Some of them just liked trying to get a rise out of him, no other reason to be up this late otherwise.
There was only so long you could spend your life as a night owl, stuck inside a cramped stone and concrete dungeon with the glow of twenty monitors bathing it all in a sickly green glow. This part of the building had been built on, the old caretaker house that had overlapped with the city planning having a large basement that removed a lot of the cost for foundation and digging, shockingly sturdy stuff. It had been converted into the usual bowels of these kinds of buildings, all grey and dull with random piping and wires crowding the aimless halls like a modern mausoleum. His eyes darted between feeds of hallways, entrances and the old graveyard. All the while he was doing his usual leg joggling and picking away at a particularly bad crack in the wall, right below the monitors. He knew he shouldn’t really be doing this, but it was like one of those sticks with the bark half peeled and he’d always been a fidgeter even in the best of-
CRACK
He cursed, a small chunk of the wall collapsing away, a gap fairly deep revealed as he wondered if he could still hide it. Sure it had peeled off but some plaster or superglue could cover this shit up. Besides the property manager only came down here when they had to and it wasn’t like the day shift would rat him out or give much of a shit. He just had to calm down and make sure there wasn’t any like, wiring or important shit behind it and he could just- He glanced in, confused how deep it was, nervous it was some kind of water main or electrical hub, but weirdly it was just all stone, weathered, mossy and ancient looking, not even spider webs there just a feeling of history all leading to some kind of well covered disc.
“The hell?”
Harry wasn’t a superstitious guy which was why he even took this job, and the boredom and general disbelief in ghosts and curses left him more curious than freaked out. Sure this was 1:1 for how most horror movies started, but this wasn’t some dumb movie, this was some kind of artifact they had sealed in. And maybe it’d be worth some money and some other down on his luck guard could take over. Yeah that sounded perfect.
He carefully pulled out the somewhat heavy disc, cursing as his thumb dug into a gap, the disc not perfect as the wrapped talismans and bindings gave a false outline, a small ripping noise letting his thumb slide near the middle as he pulled it out. There was a slight hiss, ancient air leaking out as he coughed, the reverberations of each one making his fingers squeeze as more of the bindings tore, Harry setting it down as he cursed his own clumsiness. The wrappings were disintegrating, his intervening touch enough to break their tenuous form as the rounded points of a red flower peaked from under the bandages, Harry hoping he didn’t mess up the price before noticing the bindings were… rising?
Sure you could blame a draft or anything else sensible and logical for the bubbling dome of bindings, but any rationality went out the window as a bulbous white and red face peaked out, giggling in the cartoonish form of a ghost as if a Kindergartner had brought a drawing to life. It rose out of the fully exposed flower, its red petals gleaming with an unnatural light. He had just unleashed an honest to god ghos-
WHOOSH
“UHHNGH shit shit shit! Ohhhh god…”
It felt like a winter gust just flew in his throat, followed by a tasteless, slimy jello as the ghost rammed down his throat, the chill diving deep as ectoplasm followed, his nose leaking, lips chapping, his coughs growing violent as something thicker than phlegm steamed out his mouth as his voice cracked. There was a numbing bliss to the sensation that felt weirdly nice, his nose wriggling as the cold cleared it of mucus and cartilage, its bulbous shape shrinking down as his wheezes grew nasally. This couldn’t be happening yet he could feel the cold sinking deeper, sliding down his gullet, spreading down past his navel before suddenly condensing into his cock and-
“GAAAAAAH AHHHHN AHhh oooh fuuuuck this is so fuuucked uhhhp~!”
It burst out his cock like a forced orgasm, ectoplasm and cum merged as he collapsed in his chair, wheezing and twitching as the shivers ran over his entire body, hair beginning to snap off chilled skin, his chapped lips cracking from the pleased moans as the redder flesh surged subtly to a smooth, fuller shape. The ghost itself hovered playfully, a high pitched giggle following as it stared down at the man who had freed it, eager to have some fun. Harry didn’t look like fun, his towering physique part of why he had been hired and he had even shaved his head to be just a step above bald. Already the cute nose and fuller lips were a nice start, but there was more to do, the ghost flying in a few figure 8’s before flying horizontally into his ears.
“NO GET OOOOUT GET MMGH RGGL KFF K-HFFF Ohhhhh~?”
It did a few loops, each ram making his skull shudder, sprouts of brown surging with each thrust through his ears, the room spinning as his eyes reddened by the cycle, ectoplasm splashing about as it absorbed into the jelly of his eyes, burned down his throat, his cries turning airier and heated despite the knives of cold stabbing into his head. Alien memories flashed, his pupils blurring, whitening, his moans turning cute as the cold rattled through his skull. The ghost instead of doing another circuit, decided to really make itself at home, thickening its presence as it plugged into his left ear, Harry swatting at its form as his hands passed through, knuckles shivering and shrinking, palms puckering, the sensation of his brain and head being filled maddeningly pleasant. The wispy tail slithered in, both eyes rolling back only to rub against the ghost, its hands painlessly tickling and teasing before poking right into the center.
POP
“AHHH AHHHHN Wh-hyyy does this feel ahh g-hooood~?”
His left eye had burst, the pupil erupting into a white blossom as another diluted discharge splattered down his thighs, the cum so cold it was powdering almost to snow by the time it reached his knees. His left eye felt massive even as the violent shivers were eating away at his head’s circumference, his beady eye now a large gleaming ruby, the unnatural white pupil shuddering as eyelashes filled into a thicker curtain. He could feel it fiddling with his brain, his mind, ghostly fingers tickling his brain, its tail poking into his other eye as the pupil burst like a seed into a flower, his forehead bubbling before sucking in as a high pitched squeal of bliss followed.
“STOP STAHH AHHHP mehhhssing with me Boo I’m nahht Mmgh~ in the moohd?”
Something felt so familiar, the girlish voice leaving his lips feeling right after a particularly rough splatter of the ghost through his brain, ectoplasm sparking as neurons were rewritten, the shudders grinding his cheeks and chin to soft, adorable ridges. As his head feminized, even the ghost felt cramped, growing fully spectral as its body overlapped with Ha Rry’s head, his hands still fruitlessly trying to tear at the ghost whenever it phased out, only managing to hasten his shrinking brow as the thick digits of his hands slimmed with every phase through of its spectral body. So cold, if only he had some way to warm himself, to think, the chill robbing him of his agency, his will, a tear sliding down his cheeks as it hardened to ice.
“Not having fun?”
The question echoed wordlessly, Ha Rry shaking his head no, fingers feeling stiff as the joints continued to grind, his callused, well worn hands shedding to svelte creaminess.
“Too cold?”
He nodded, groaning as another release chilled his thighs, his large eyes fluttering as he could barely think, some cross between brain freeze and nirvana rendering him docile when the ghost gave an eager, “Got it! Fixing now!”
His scalp was downright buzzing, follicles coming back from the dead, heat, blessed heat radiating suddenly as he screamed, the chilled bones snapping down to their proper shape as even his shoulders began to pop under the temperature shift. The skin was bubbling, pleased groans erupting alongside his hair as the short brown locks spilled down his cheeks, tickling and warming him as his hair grew and grew, the warmth of a pyro vision orgasmic as it blanketed over him in waves of chestnut.
“Having fun now?”
It took a few moments to gather himself, his lower half still shivering as he came, breathing in hitched confusion as he studied his own reflection in the monitors the best he could. Fuck was that really him? He looked so unnatural, such a cute, girly head and hands attached to a giant’s body it, it looked so funny~ rrgh no that had to be the ghost, there was nothing funny about this!
“No! I hate this! Turn me back now Boo!”
Wait why did he know its name? Ugh his temples kept throbbing, flashes of another world continuing to slip into his subconscious, his left hand brushing through his hair as the warmth made his beefy arms pleasurably pull into themselves. He had to keep focused no matter how good her identity death service was and convince the ghost to fix this. It didn’t seem malicious and being yelled at seemed to make it genuinely sorry as it weeped and flittered about in a panic.
That seemed to snap the ghost out of its sob fest, a look of realization on its face as it giggled, its cheeriness returned. Maybe it could be convinced since it was so childish, a thought Ha Rry had for all of two seconds before the ghost suddenly flew into his cock. He flung back so hard it made the wheeled chair ricochet off the monitor desk, legs flailing as he could feel the slimy impermanence penetrate his innards, chilling and sliming his g spot in a pleasure somewhere between an asleep muscle, shivering flesh and an unending ticklish tease.
It was inside of him, that fact impossible to ignore, his entire body shivering as the cold raced up his core and down his toes, that vague sense of being filled but not quite leaving him on the precipice of a whole new world of pleasure, one that was making him squeal in the throes of absolute ecstasy as the chill constantly fought against his cock’s desire for release. Instead its own ectoplasm leaked out as it stoppered any true satisfaction. He needed to get help, but it took all his effort just to lean forwards and take a single step, his body weight leaning onto his right foot as he-
“AHHH AHAHAHAAAHHHHN~!”
It wasn’t ‘like’ his legs were jelly, the bones crunching as he put weight down, his calf shoving up into his thigh as his cock throbbed madly, weak trickles of cum spraying down his underwear as he instantly collapsed back, howling madly as the shrunken leg spasmed. If his cock couldn’t find any proper release, it looked like his pores were, thick dots of white straining out his shivering skin, what should have been a mangled mess of flesh and bone in his right leg quickly buzzing down into something far more curvy and squishy, the ticklish feeling now firmly in his cock as the ghost continued to do whatever the hell it was doing inside his prostate with a constant, “Coochie coochie coooo~!”
There was something so nice about giggling, his girlish voice sounding so much better filled with glee than anxiety, the cold stretching out as something sloshed inside his prostate, a feeling of being spread driving him even further into collapse as ghostly fingers began to harass him. It was coming from inside, more voices mirroring the first Boo, muscles throbbing and wriggling as if alive, or unalive in this case fufufu~ the pun rocketing his head back in gales of laughter as his diaphragm pushed in with every roar.
“More friends, more fun. Sounds like you’re having fun now!”
He was, more fun than he could handle, more pleasure than he could process, so many muscle fibers shredding to ghostly confetti as his bulging form visibly deflated, a horde of tiny Boo Tao’s straining from his skin, plucking hairs for fun, tugging in waves as his skin felt tight and above all rubbing his skin smooth and tender as countless tiny arms tickled him into submission. Inches were being shaved off, bulk compressed to fit any coffin necessary as it felt like he was falling into himself, feet pulling into calves, calves thrusting into knees, knees knocking together as his pelvis was stirred from two directions as the bulk began to bulge. Seemed this cadaver is in need of some deluxe cushioning before approaching the after life.
THLLSSH THLLSSH
“GYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~!” It sounded like a balloon filled with paint bursting, his right leg giving in first as a damp sock pooled down his shrunken toes, his gaze mesmerized by the sight of his once burly, giant foot flexing and twisting, callus melting into dead, black liquid that gave his shrinking toes an adorable coat of decay, his massive trunks of legs withering away as more tiny Boo Tao’s pulled from the dying strands of his former muscles. But that was just the visible show, the real ecstasy bubbling under the smooth flesh of his thighs, more mini Boos pulsing back inside his shrinking legs and colliding into a sticky mass between his right thigh, refusing to let it shrink as the decaying muscle was just teased or pumped with ectoplasm into a thick, juicy drumstick.
All the while the original Boo Tao was continuing to plaster his prostate in chilly fun, turning corporeal as it rammed against the right half, his hips still reducing in size from his massive frame, but each pulsing pull seemed to taper the shrinkage, the edges slowing their collapse, frothy pulses of pleasure rumbling inside his ass cheeks as his swiveling femurs forced his legs together. There was a pathetic clap, his meaty right leg so much smaller than his left, so much more nubile and fun to watch, his cock never harder as half of it buried itself into an early grave of his plush thighs as his right foot ran up and down his left. He wanted it, something so boring about the male leg, such a lanky trunk hard to imagine attracting customers in to her funeral parlor.
“N-HOHOHOOOO~ N-NAHHHHT THAAAAHT! MMGH I-I’M A GUAHAHAHAAARD~!”
But did you really want to stay like this? The question winded him, hands clenched over his core, loud grunts accompanying the tunneling spread of his shifting organs, his irises sparkling as he raised his left leg up. His right had a mind of its own, the flexible toes purposefully tickling the underside of his sole, just a few scrapes enough to make the whole thing shrink, arches rising, ankles rubbing together as he realized he was allowing his foot to be molded, his shivering left to be converted without a struggle as the idea of returning to the mundanity of before was… w-was soooo boring.
Hu Rry jolted off the chair for a split second, not from his own volition, but from the sudden surge of ectoplasm coating his ass, legs spasming as the thick curves of his thighs spread up into his ass, each growth making him bounce as the plushness ate away at his resolve, his identity. Yes very few customers can resist the comfort of a deluxe grave deal… Another loud splatter and his left leg had shrunk, forcing his hips back, accenting the rising curve of his ass as he shrieked, his ass puddled inside his former shorts but putting one hell of a fight against his undies. All the while his cock was being pounded from all sides like the last nail to a closing coffin, the thought interrupted by Boo Tao’s sudden switch in attack as his left cheek popped, the ghost clapping at its handiwork as Hu Rry’s bottom half finished being upholstered into the best seat in all of Teyvat!
“G-GEHHHHHHT OOOOOUT OF M-HEEHEEHEEEEE~!”
He had to do something, resisting every instinct that told him to give in, that voice inside giggling at the resistance since she always enjoyed convincing a hard sell- Rrgh no even if he couldn’t get rid of the large, eager grin or the pleased self grinding, he couldn’t just-
“Okay!”
It burst out his cock, Hu Rry gasping as an ectoplasmic spurt accompanied it, glancing at the happy ghost before another spurt, then another interrupted his thoughts, realization that he hadn’t really thought through what would come next if the main stopper for his cock suddenly-
SPLSSSSSSSSSSSH
He was spun around in his chair, the first few releases priming the pump of his cock, minutes of pent of desperation finally bursting as he came again and again and again. Throughout the entire process his shivering had been burning away his hulking midsection, such lithe arms and legs ill fittingly juxtaposed against a barrel chest that had been eroding itself into an hourglass, but that erosion had become a full landslide as the orgasms refused to let up. His entire core was being discounted.
“YESSSS Y-HESSSS~! AHHHHAHAHA Y-HOOO STRIIIIKE AH AHHH AHHH HARD BAHHHRGAIN! I’LL REHHHDUHUHUUUCE IT AHHHLL GREATLY!”
The voice was taking over, Hu Ray moaning inside at how right it felt since she was the director instead of some lackey wasn’t she? Yeah h-he was in charge of this. H-Hehehe wanted this? It was impossible to think straight, pound after pound of muscle teased and liquified, the ruthless squeeze of his own skin funneling it all down as the raw pleasure buffeted his conscious into submission. He was getting so small, so adorable, it felt too good as doing nothing sent each wave of bliss cresting higher like a burial at sea which would cost extra.
He was drowning in his own clothes, oversized shirt more like a blanket as his shoulders pulled inwards, legs thrashing in the pooled folds of his comedically oversized shorts as his weight plummeted from over 200 pounds of muscle to half that, his stomach continuously plummeting its weight and muscle into his cock like a slimy dildo fucking him internally, the confused melding of his insides peaking as the constant flow snagged one of his testicles in the flow, a loud searing screech following as he came out one of his balls, then the other, his cock thick and gaping from the constant releases as his empty sack dangled loosely, another Boo flying upwards through him as in one straight shot, his ballsack inverted, spine collapsing into a petite arch as Hu Rao felt the last of her old bulk flatten away into soft, petite curves.
“Wow what a load off my shoulders hehe…”
He rolled them, savoring the slight cracks as they angled the last few degrees into place, hands teasing his new outline as if showing off just how smooth and sexy his new body was, fingers quickly dipping into his new slit as they popped out tipped in black, a pervasive shudder making her feel dizzy as her cock throbbed, more of that tumbling fun vertigo making her giggle as something shifted inside her head. She hopped out the chair, giggling as her old clothes slid to the floor, the main Boo swirling over her head as she twirled, shocked at how large she had once been, that airy lightness so much more fun as she pulled up her old shorts for comparison.
“Ahh~ well now we know exactly Hu wears the pants in this relationship don’t we? But that’s not all valued customer! There’s still plenty of fun left before you part this mortal coil!”
“Here dear customer. Isn’t this container far more comfortable than the oversized lumber yard scrap you had previously been stuck in? All the pleasures of the life and afterlife yours. Oh Boos~!”
Even as she had taken control, she didn’t stop selling herself to the struggling identity encased by her revived presence, Hu Rao moaning as ghosts phased through, shredding away her old clothing as ghostly arms tickled underneath her nipples, stroking the inside of her cock, that feeling of drowning in herself only growing as she joined her ghosts in teasing her flat chest as the nipples pinkened to larger, cuter discs.
“Feel the deluxe plushness only my services can rehhhnder~? Mmm~ isn’t it just to d-hiiiiie for?”
More ghosts dove in, plunging up her slit as the two voices inside moaned in unison, ectoplasmic ecstasy sliding up their slender bodies before bubbling under their new nipples as the flat mounds thickened, bulging into cones, then flattened spheres, each plunge of her Boos adding a nice chilly rod of sensation against the heat that sprung from her nipple teasing, her former self sinking even deeper, compressing to just a throbbing in the back of her skull, then her throat, Hu Tao giggling as she gave her perky breasts another squeeze that sent the throbbing pulsing somewhere around her wishbone. Time to read him his last rites…
“There you AHHHre. Almost coffinished I see~!”
She gave another squeeze, groaning as she felt the fading self pulse lower, shedded years of memory giving her chest another cup size of ectoplasm as it sank, her cock somehow even harder, bigger, Hu Tao stumbling towards a portable mattress for when shifts overlapped, the balless cock throbbing tremendously as with each pump that incredibly hot pulsation flowing like magma.
“Mmgh~ Hehehe~ i-if you count your old NNGH OHH OHHH~ height it’s ahhhlmost six feet uhhhhnder~!”
Her hands clenched, wrists flexing as her navel gleamed from the effort of letting him pass, no release allowed for either as what had been her host compressed and simplified, sizzling as it cooled down, Hu Tao just barely keeping herself professional as she squeezed against her navel. She was getting paid handsomely for her service, the pleasured moans echoed by the giggling Boos around her, innards churning as they were plowed like an undertaker prepping a new lot, the cock continuing to grow as her thighs rubbed against it, feet working their way to give it one last send off, heels digging into the massive shaft as if preparing to thrust the first shovelful of dirt out.
“NOOOOOOW H-UUUURRY AHHHHHN OUT THIS PLAHHHHT’S REHHHSEEERVED FOR M-HEHEHEHEEEEEE~!”
There was a loud, moist POP as everything that had been herself just minutes earlier plunged into her cock, soles squeezing as they pulled, the giant shaft warping with every throb, larger, tighter, colder, her newly remodeled innards giving one last squeeze as it all boiled over as the tight skin flexed white before the whole thing burst apart from the base.
It was a perfect cycle, the masculine bursting to feminine, the ability to cradle life amidst a little death that rather than messily exploding just spread open Hu Tao’s new pussy as two voices squealed simultaneously, the cock’s death throes spreading into a brand new, blissful Boo Tao between her slick thighs. It was funny turning such a deluxe package into the new minions eternal resting state, but that was hardly enough to satiate the mischievous ghost girl. There was more fun to have…
Hu Tao counted how many minions she had at her disposal, the hordes of mini Boos only amounting to two proper, her amulet also releasing two and of course her husk one. Not nearly enough for all the pranks she had in mind, especially given how rudely all these people had decided to move into her territory without her permission. But she was in a generous mood, and with such large quarters she could use a few familiar faces to help run things how they should be.
First she had one Boo fly into the monitors as the stationary screens became a bit more active, the image able to roam as she waited by an ancient looking desk phone, waiting for her first customer to volunteer themself. It didn’t take long, the lights flashing as it rang, Hu Tao giving it a few seconds as the center screen flickered through a few walls before showing an angry looking woman with an extreme haircut, one of her old self’s frequent callers over any bump or problem, the term ‘Karen’ flashing in her mind though the exact meaning had been expelled during the changes.
“Hello?”
“This is the second time I’ve called tonight! In the ten minutes it took me to call back anything could have happened to me do you understand? I am not here to play games I’m friends with the manager here so don’t think you can just ignore me you trumped up food court desk jockey!”
Ah so there was a manager. Good to know, though a director trumped a manager in her books, not that this nasty customer would care.
“There were noises coming from the empty room next door! Imagine if someone had broken into my room and-”
“Well the customer is always right…”
That paused the tirade, an annoyed expression filling the screen, Hu Tao putting the phone on speaker as her free ghosts lined up around the receiver.
“What does that- Wait aren’t you supposed to be that giant dullard? I hadn’t heard of some other guard! You’re not supposed to be there I bet!”
“Right again.”
It was fun seeing her face slacken, completely stupefied, her reactions more animated than even some of Hu Tao’s comrades. It was taking everything not to laugh, just waiting for a good punch line to hop on.
“I’m… right? …Again? That’s… I-I’ll call the police! Do you hear me?!”
“Oh you should ma’am after all someone else is in there with you.”
Here it was, the proper lead in, her victim holding her phone right up to her ear with a concerned look as she huddled down into her bed as if she could hide there.
“What? Where? Who-?!”
“Me, there, us.”
And with that a Boo flew into the receiver, Hu Tao shaking out some of the gunk that formed as the screen showed the caller’s head flying back, her dyed blonde hair erupting into flowing chestnut locks, her severe features instantly blushing into a far more friendly and familiar visage as she shuddered.
“AHhhhn oooh wh-ahahaaaat is- Oooh my head what- H-Heeehlp me please!”
“Of course ma’am! Sending more right over to assist your every need!”
Another flew into the phone, bursting out the caller’s screen and into her chest as she really started moaning, hands scrabbling at clothes she no longer fit into, Hu Tao making sure she had all the help she needed as the rest of her ghosts flew in, not giving her a moment’s rest as they dive bombed through her shrinking body, shredding away her clothing save for her stockings. Shock devolved into pleasured gasps, threats dying on the tongue like her identity as there wasn’t nearly as much to adjust, another Hu Tao soon squealing as she came out a few more Boos to add to the horde.
“Uhhh ohhh ahhhperator I th-heheheeenk we have a case of stohhhlen idehhhntityhehe~!”
From then it was much easier to continue, all that gossip and connection added to their pool of knowledge, the main screen flickering between floors before finding the manager in a penthouse that would most assuredly become their center of operations soon enough. Unfortunately he was a heavy sleeper, some wrinkled half dead corpse of a manager, a position that was no longer needed as after a few prank call attempts and even the other her knocking on the door with barely even a stir, Hu just sighed, flicking her hand as her entourage of ghosties flew into his sleeping form.
Immediately there were grunts mixed into the snores, his withered cock stirring for what she imagined must have been the first time since maybe before she was sealed, a number of painful sounding cracks accompanying his sleeping form’s shrinkage as a bent forwards spine overcorrected into an arch, wrinkles fading as youthening limbs thrashed. His cock acted like a wicked timer, melting inside as the silvery bush around it trimmed to a brown triangle, his sagged skin tightening around succulent limbs as gnarled fingers and toes spasmed into polished perfection, grunts quivering into pleasured sighs as a Boo began bulging out from the spreading tip of his cock.
Finally there were screams, hands thrashing as they tore at his loose face like a mask, cum erupting out as the withered form was fully rejeuvenated, another Hu Tao feeling a not so little death as she rolled around the sheets, fingering and pleasuring her new body till a final surge in her chest finished off the changes. She looked around a bit confused at first before locking eyes with the floating Boo acting as their ghostly cameraman.
“Pervert~.”
She winked up at the camera, still groping around her ass as she giggled happily.
“Someone should let the director know this place is haunted. Oh wait that’s me~!”
All that was left was swelling their ranks, Hu Tao scrolling a bit bored through options, most of the residents asleep to her annoyance, slowly converting the staff to liven up the takeover. Finally she found what she wanted, an overweight neet in a dirty room, stumbling towards a shower at four in the morning, her Boos peaking out from the corner as he set the water to blazing and waited a bit before getting in.
“Boo.”
She tapped the screen, her ghosts flying through, all of them holding in their laughter once they stood in front of the showerhead. For such a large man his squeals were high pitched, adding to the comedy as freezing cold water splashed down, the ghosts alternating between hot and cold as instant freezing sleet melted under skin reddening heat. He escaped the shower on a cold cycle, shivering, unaware his body was turning paler, thinking he was free only for the ghosts to ease the freezing shower head out and spray him down with even more layers of freezing.
This was a true proper haunting, Hu Tao wondering if she should rush over to take part, but it would be over by the time she got there, enjoying the ease at directing her ghosts as she made lights flicker, the tv turning on and off and all the while her target crawled freezing out into the carpeted hall, far too easy a target as she had her Boos plunge into every open orifice available. He collapsed into some of his discarded clothes, rolling onto his back as his massive stomach began wriggling as if something was trying to escape, Hu Tao wondering if he was even aware how hard he was when the first spurt erupted out. Rather than messily separate, the fluids flew, gaining a tail and simple hands, a new Boo Tao born as his bulk shrank noticeably. Over and over he came, his stomach pumping itself flatter, his half frozen skin pale and featureless as it squeezed against his shape, urging the mass eruption of ghosts from his throbbing cock as the door to his room opened.
“Room service!”
“Maintanence call!”
“Surprise!”
In swarmed more of her copies, each one eager to help as they grabbed a limp from the helpless incubator, his flesh undulating wildly as his jowly face shivered between ecstasy and horror. Of course even with all the pranks, customer satisfaction was top priority as they squeezed from the edges inwards, his loud grunt and moans clear proof that he was heavily satisfied as rings of mass pulsed from his feminizing limbs and erupted in more Boos, the Hu Tao’s slowly shaping his dainty new limbs, shaping his slender arms and shapely legs as each squeeze was another Boo, another orgasm.
Everyone was having fun, well maybe not the guy in the middle, but he was getting some truly deluxe service as every crevice was hollowed out, his flab cushioned, bulk reduced, loud shrieks of incoherent bliss pouring madly from his lips as thighs and ass cheeks were spanked, shoulders repositioned, black polish twisting his moobs into something much perkier and springy as hordes of Boos streamed from his gradually shrinking member.
“UHHNGH I CAHHHN AHHHHNY M-HOOOORE~!”
It was a hilarious sight, the only place still untouched his head as his sides had been fully shaped, a fat man’s head plastered atop a near perfect replica of the other naked and half dressed Hu Tao’s around. Dozens and dozens of ghosts were flying about, one wriggling halfway out from his recessed cock, his balls long since dug into his half formed slit, just a red, throbbing bulge halfway to squeezing itself into a clit.
“Aww don’t sell yourself short, there’s still plenty.”
One said before choking him, his squeals rising up to match theirs as the ghost slid out, the nub sliding deeper inside, nearly flush with ‘his’ folds as the other Hu’s saw another Boo struggling to squeeze out the shrunken tip.
“Noooo please nngh d-dooon’t maaake me MMGH! AHH ahh my head m-my ohhh~!”
They didn’t even have to do anything, his own manicured fingers rubbing at his temples when they popped, more squirting out as his eyes burst crimson, greasy tangles spiraling out silky down his back as his tone turned confused.
“Uhhngh it’s s-sooo c-hoooold ahh~ pl-heeease I-I’ll tuuurn my life around I sw-heeear…” He didn’t seem to realize his hands were the one doing the final changes, thighs spread wide as the pink pearl slowly sank, fingers caressing in the fat of his cheeks to something less jiggly, cuter.
“I’ll gehhht a r-heeeal jahh AHHHHB~!”
His head flung back, the pearl spreading open, digging deeper into his folds, hands squeezing down the last of his chin as the discarded clothes behind him wrapped around his head, turning into a familiar porkpie hat as flowers blossomed inside his eyes and between his thighs.
“OHHHH OHHhh ohhh yes… But I’m already the director. Do I really need a second job? Huh? No who wh-wh-Huuuuuu am I?”
The end came with a final pop between her thighs, the last Boo joining the throng above as ghosts floated around another finished Hu Tao, the others all excited as the maelstrom of ghosts gave a cheer before flinging across all directions, ready to tamper and mess with every single floor of the apartment complex. Elevators wouldn’t run, lights would only turn on when they wanted and the original Hu Tao sat back as she pressed a button to disable the front doors from being opened. It was going to be a very fun night for all involved, whether they wanted it or not…
