"Boobb boo-booblaAAAmmuuubbuuawwll! GUUUb babab! BllbbboollUUUbbbRRUH!" Blake
yelps out as he fights back into consciousness. He takes a look around and
sees the brightly lit gay clubs and raunchy displays around him, "Fuck, you
are NOT gonna turn me into some fa... Fah..."

Then his brain feels light-headed again. He knows what's coming next. He can't
control his body.

His eyes cross as he dons a very toothy shit-eating grin. Out of his control,
he turns around and starts grinding the pole into his tighty-packed denim
ass.

A few guys walk by, snickering as Black starts playing with his nipples like a
horny goofy cartoon. "Whoa, what's with him?" Asks one of the strangers.

"Probably some stripper on a huge high."

"Should we get him to a hotel or hospital or something?"

"Naw, he's just goofing off." They laugh it off just before Blake snaps out of
it, having been fully conscious up to the point where he stops grinding his
ass into the pole and looking like an idiot.

"Fffffshit, fuck YYOOU! I am NOT..." Blake clenches his eyes shut and tries to
force the ghost out of his body as hard as he can. "GGHHHHH! I'm not taking
this..." Blake pants a few times, like he's trying to take a huge dump.
"HHHHHGGGGGG" He clenches and tenses his entire body as he gags forcefully in
an attempt to expel the entity.

'Whoa whoa whoa!' Polter irks as he feels the human's willpower start to
attack him, 'I don't think ya really know what you're doing, buddy!'

"What- A-Ahh!" Blake, still straining like he's passing a stone, looks down to
see his cock fly out of his zipper and start to shoot off clear piss like a
hose! "Ah! Hey!" Blake's hands go to his cock, but he feels his hands and
forearms get cold again as be grabs his member with both hands and start
whipping and circling his liquid arch about. Next his lips get cold before he
starts whooping out of his check.

"WOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOOOOOOOO!" Twirling pee spirals for a few giggling
spectators, Blake felt enough control to tuck his dick back into his tight
pants and irk a few times.

"Ok, playtime's ovaaAAaaAAGHHH!!" Blake's mouth gags as a round glowing orb
pushes out of his mouth. "Poouughhh! Haagghhh" He makes out the blob of
transparent energy wobbling gently in the breeze. Meanwhile, his denim
buttcrack springs a bouncy ghostly tail as well. His ass bloops a sound as the
phantom's billowing tail waves and bobs gently behind Blake's bottom.

In a desperate move, Bloke's left hand grabs onto his rump and slaps right on
the center, right before his other hand clasps onto his mouth. Bloke's eyes
flicker from cyan to brown as he snorts, feeling his anus slurp and his throat
rattle as his thighs spazz and wobble, coughing and gurgling as mists of
glowing white waft from both his face and his ass.

With his hands clasping onto both ends -- his right hand holding in his mouth
and his left hand pushing onto his ass -- Bloke whips around quickly and
rushes into the nearest bar and ducks into the bathroom. He gets the door
closed and locks it before the harried fleshie makes it to the mirror.

Suddenly the hard struggle stops abruptly.

"Buaahhhh!" Blake huffs like he couldn't breathe. Panting, he feels at
himself, trying to see if the ghost is no longer possessing him. "Gone? You...
What..." He looks up at the mirror and almost yelps as he sees his own
reflection grinning at him, complete with cyan colored eyes, "Oh SHIT!"
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"I would, but I don't wanna ruin those pants." The mirror said in Polter's
voice. The reflection then reaches back and gives a hard spank on his own
rear.

"Ow!" Blake yelps before he looks down at his own booty. He didn't slap his
own ass, but it sure as heck somebody spanked it. He glares back at the
haunted mirror and notices he's got some tight clothes on him. His hair is
done a little differently too, and his torso is too smooth -- he had a
treasure trail before, and now it's gone!