Adverse Possession

The grounds of Hakugyokurou, usually serene, where struck by a peculiar ruckus today. Ghosts fled from the disturbance cause by a particularly lively spirit raving and wailing to the top of his no-long-existent lungs. Such incidents weren't unheard of, but were rare. A specter such as this would typically stick in the world of the living; unable to move on and stewing in resentment until they were evicted from said plane. This one, however, had the unfortunate fate of being unable to move on while being forced to anyways. Due to this, unlike the other spirits, he was able to manifest himself in the image of his former body.

Saigyouji Yuyuko, Lady of Hakugyokurou, was not pleased. Having been in the middle of a very involved brunch, she was unpleasantly surprised by screams that had jolted her out of her calm second breakfast and caused her to spill a bit of tea. Youmu was already on the scene by the time she had walked out to the rock garden, swords in hand and a slight tremble in her legs. The man's ravening hadn't simmered down at all; a benefit of not having to stop for breath. Yuyuko glowered at the unassuming man from behind a fan and a faux smile, pondering if she or Youmu should have the pleasure of scattering him across the Netherworld. Youmu raised Roukanken before a folded fan pressed itself against her wrist. Saigyouji decided she'd avenge her unforgivably interrupted meal.

With one wave of her fan, a spectral butterfly flew in a magenta streak. Upon contact with the wailer, it exploded in a fuchsia bloom which sent bits of his essence flying everywhere. Some went over the walls of the garden, some off into the air, and quite a bit past the pair of Hakugyokurou residents. The rock garden was silent, and Yuyuko folded her fan in satisfaction while Youmu went to grab a rake to fix the disturbed patches of pebbles. Of course, he hadn't been killed (again). Just merely scattered about, left to reform whenever he finally learned from his mistake. Wherever exactly all those pieces were wasn't the concern of Yuyuko so long as it was far away. The thought of getting back to her brunch quickly took over her focus and she hurried back to it, unaware of the wavering in her shadow.

Spirits that fail to move on will cling to anything that has any ties to the world of the living. Objects and places are fairly common, with possession of people being less so. However, very rarely, incredibly resentful, wantful, and especially vulgar ghosts can cling to those who can pass more freely than they. It probably didn't help that this revenant held similar sins that kept Yuyuko as Lady of Hakugyokurou: an insatiable appetite. A thing that allowed him to keep from scattering like cherry blossoms and grab onto her shadow, festering within her hunger and ready to metastasize. His appetites, however, were much more carnal.

Yuyuko resumed her eating, daintily sipping on tea and savoring each bite. As she ate, the man's spirit grew as a pit in her stomach and she was aware of the lack of substance to her samplings of pickled vegetables. Perhaps the grilled fish would serve better? She switched her targets and began supping upon the skewered piscine. The pit in her stomach, in fact, was the man taking over the sensation. He could feel it; the food fruitlessly filling a bottomless appetite. The sensation of eating, something he though he'd never feel again, elated him. However, he could feel her body too. How her tummy bunched together into a supple and slight paunch in this kneeling position. It only served to feed his want to feel more and his influence spread with each bite.

Saigyouji's eating became a more desperate, her dignified nibbles quickly turning to tearing and gulping down grilled meats. A tremble and numbness, the kind one experiences in fits of extreme hunger, had crept into legs and she couldn't find the strength to tear herself away from the small banquet. The spirit within her rubbed its newfound thighs together, enjoying how her plush ass grinded against the floor each time she leaned forward to eat. Unknown to Yuyuko, a wetness had started to seep into her nether region. Soon enough, it was staining her fundoshi and the ghost pushed and clawed its way up her chest in a desperate bid for her arms. The heat down there was too much and he wanted to plunge her fingers into her pussy.

The numbness had grown into Yuyuko's chest and quickly made it to her arms and her eating became ravenous. She bent over the table, breasts pressed into its surface and grinding against the wood as a hand shoveled food into her mouth almost faster than she could chew it. Something was wrong, and it was clear when her other hand shot down to her honeypot. Yuyuko opened her mouth to cry out for her gardener, only to have another mouthful forcefully eaten. The spirit reveled in how this sow's fat udders tweaked and spiked with pleasure from her nipples as they polished the tabletop. Finger greedily plunged into her wet sopping snatch, and the ghost's presence rose in want for a mouth to moan like a whore through.

Yuyuko found she couldn't hold her mouth closed any more as more food came in and soon she could only show panic in her eyes. The chopsticks were soon thrown across the room as her other hand tugged and pulled and mauled her breasts and she rode her own fingers like an animal in heat. A buzzing sneaked into her brain and thoughts slipped in with it. Thoughts about that ferrywoman with those vulgar tits that nearly hung out of her vests. About that leggy judge with her delicious thighs and how good she'd look in a Full Nelson. How that sweet yet-to-be-plucked flower trembled in the garden. How that bitch with that whorish body coyly kept herself barely hidden behind fans and tightly fitting kimonos and faux aloofness. Gods, the way she suppressed her moans right now and defiled herself made the entire thing hotter. She knew she'd show her who really deserved flesh.

After all, what was the point of having it if you never used it?

"Yuyuko" stifled a scream as she climaxed, chest heaving and slipping her disheveled kimono slipping off the rest of the way. She teased her nipples a lazily as she basked in the after glow, marveling at the unblemished and ghostly pale tit-meat capped with cute pink aerolae. What a slutty figure for such a dignified position. A lecherous smile spread across her face and she savored how her breath wafted in hot mist on her own chest as she looked down upon the body that was now hers. What a steal! Doing the bare minimum to clean herself up, "Yuyuko" went to find where the alcohol was stored. She wanted to celebrate the occasion. Maybe she'd indulge in this body even more during that. Maybe?

No, definitely. The spirit was broken out of her musings when that half-phantom gardener called out this body's name. Yes, she'd wear this body out tonight and she wouldn't do it alone.