Refuse

You tear your eyes away from the pretty girl approaching you on her knees, fear in her eyes, to focus on a jiggling at your waist. You look down and see your belt undoing itself.

You nervously put one hand on it to hold it still.

"Okay, now, this isn't fun, ghost girl." You look around, unsure where to look while confronting it. "This feels wrong."

A hand rubs your crotch through your pants and an eery, breathy voice comes from just by your ear. "You seem to be enjoying it. You're hard, no?"

Something about the breath tickling your ear takes your focus from protecting your belt. It flings up and your pants part.

"The other stuff was fun. Sure. But look at her. I can't be part of-"

The girl looks up at you, relieved to have an ally. A tear makes its way down her cheek.

Meanwhile, you feel an invisible hand snake down under your underwear's waistband. It starts to stroke your cock gently. The release of pressure from your underwear feels like a relief.

You shift around and try to pull up your pants but the hand remains. "She's not enjoying this."

"Eric..." Instinctively you turn to look, but there's nobody standing behind you. The hand tightens around your cock assertively, pumping it back and forth teasingly. "Just be a big boy and do your part." Her ghostly voice instructs you.

"N-n-.." You try to resist. "No." You try to yank up your pants but the hand around your cock tightens slightly beyond assertively. You certainly can't wriggle free of it. You use your hands to try to pull it off but there's nothing there but air to grab onto.

The voice returns in your ear. "I have an ultimatum for you now. I warned you before."

The girl looks at you, likely confused at what's happening to you in the same way you were confused before.

The waistband of your underwear lowers by itself.

"No! This is too far." You assert yourself as best as you can with your pants around your ankles and your erect cock being inescapably massaged in front of a stranger's face.

The girl looks thankful but not relieved.

"Very well. I thought we'd established that you want to be in my good books, but here we are." The ghostly voice is barely above a whisper, yet firm.

You feel a tingling sensation where her hand is touching you. You try to bring yourself to ask what's happening but the pleasure is overstimulating. You can't form a sentence. You have to close your eyes for a moment.

When you acclimatise to the powerful sensation, you start to notice that her hand is closing around you slowly. It doesn't hurt and doesn't feel compressive, so you wonder what is happening. It feels strangely like her hand is getting bigger.

You look down and, to your horror, it's not her hand that's getting bigger.