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Here's smth I wrote up for our horny handsome @chubloveandeggs <3
Imagine living with a ghost who loves to fuck and breed you any time it wants. At first it fucks you in your sleep without you noticing but soon enough it gets bolder. It teases you until you're dripping wet, your t-cock standing to attention as you thrash in your sleep. You wake up to the sensation of being stuffed with cum, your belly bulging out, and the sensation that you're being fucked.
It's scary at first but it feels so good you just think it's a dream and drool as you spread your legs for it the whole night. You try to tell yourself it was just a dream but as the ghost starts to have its way with you at random times over the next few days, you stop caring about dreams or reality as those ghostly hands learn to reduce you into a horny mess anywhere and anytime.
It doesn't care wether you're dressed or not, clothes don't hinder it though you think it's being extra handsy when you're dressing up to be the prettiest. Your clothes shift on you, moved by invisible hands, petting you, rubbing you through your clothes until wet stains form on your shorts as you drip with its cum. Or is it ectoplasm? Regardless, it's dripping down your legs as you can barely stand after getting your brains fucked right where you were.
The ghost is gentle, at times, it loves to tease you and pet you and make you feel good until you're humping the air for it, begging to be fucked. At other times, the ghost is rougher, ploughing into you when you least expect it, taking you against the table, the wall, even picking you up until your whole weight is grinding down on its dick. (Dick? Strap? Ghost thing? Does it even matter? Its thick and girthy and fills you up.)
Sometimes it's quick, you feel it grabbing you and just moments later you can't hold in the loud moans as it fills you up - pleasure that turns into horny frustration as it's over far too quick for you. Then there are times when it fucks you slowly, over hours, until you've completely lost track of time, drowsily lost in pleasure on your bed under gentle hands.
You suspect it's more ectoplasm than cum but your belly is rounding out, you're starting to look like the loveliest pregnant boy with your tits swelling up and resting on that big belly. The ghost can't keep its hands off you, constantly touching you lovingly and teasingly. You can't keep your hands off your belly either, holding it as you waddle about your day. Occasionally, when you're groaning from the weight on your hips and back, you can feel it wrapping around you, holding up your belly to relieve you (and to slowly slide into your wet and ready body) and you feel cherished.
Your milk comes in early but the ghost laps it up eagerly, fucking you at the same time until you're a mess. Your shirts are a bigger mess afterwards as you're dripping nearly constantly. You grumble about it as you fold your ever growing laundry, but the ghost petting you and actually putting your laundry away helps. It starts to take care of you, picking things up for you or feeding you as your massive belly starts to get in the way.
When the time comes, you slowly give birth to large lumps of ectoplasm into your undies. The contractions are intense as it plays with you, caressing and teasing you until pain and pleasure are the same. The ghost coaxes you through, supporting you tenderly until you're crowning against your clothes, only to then latch onto your boy cock, sucking on it as it keeps the egg just right there, in crown, no matter how hard you push or writhe. Each egg is only allowed to slip past once you've cum again. It plays with your body between the eggs, coating your insides with cum until you can think of nothing but being its darling little breeding toy, ready for the next load of eggs the moment you're empty.