With the opposite of angels, just like he wished for.

Scanty yawned as she scrolled through the security feeds to the cameras around the building, clicking away at mundane scene after mundane scene. Seriously, there was nothing happening, yet something managed to get in. Looking through the connectivity screen, there was some registers of some kind of scrying happening, but to actually scry inside the building you actually need to be in the building, lest the infernum mortar the building’s made from block their reception. And nothing looks out of place to warrant there to be a scrying connection, so what’s the big idea?!

She just did not need this headache right now. The new boss was trouble as-is. With Corset gone under mysterious circumstances, and the new one having a worse attitude and something else she can’t figure out, she was very disappointed that Stiletto considered them unprofessional. She surely thought that if anyone would be appreciative of their sensibilities and rule-following it’d be an Archdemon directly from Hell.

This thought caught her intrigue. She now had a profile to go off of to look up her credentials. With a glance behind her, making sure the door was definitely locked, she brought up the Hell Database, wishing to look up this “Stiletto” in further detail.

“Let’s see, Circle of Pride, high honors, top subject being Contract Dealings- wait, upgraded from Pit Duty? Let a soul free?”

Scanty blinked in confusion at the profile she was reading. A Pit Fiend making it to Archdemon in the Pride Circle? And so quickly too. It was unheard of from her own research of Hell, Pit Fiends are pretty much the minimum wage labor roles that never get anywhere passed Pit Manager. Their whole job is to keep the ghost collection of contracted souls at-bay until they can be processed. Classic Demon with a pitchfork waiting in the walls and opening to prod them back down from their ascent.

So how did this Stiletto actually rise up in the ranks? Especially with a damning black mark on her name for letting a soul not only escape, but make a break to the surface years back?

Before she could fully ponder though, a noise sounded out behind her, making her instinctually quit out of the profile windows. She looked towards the noise, expecting the loud banging sound being the door busted open, but was surprised when she saw that the door was fine, it was just some ghost on the floor, seemingly hyperventilating, and slowly turning orange from the minty green he was originally.

A very…familiar looking ghost.

PJs patted himself down, as if checking for anything, then calmed down when he realized that he wasn’t full of holes.

“I survived! Thank goodness! Haha…” He petered out a satisfied laugh of someone that escaped the jaws of **** by the skin of their teeth. It was only did he look where he was did he notice the green-haired demon toting a black and gold revolver into his face with a stern glare.

“Oh…” PJs whined, annoyed that he was facing her face to face again.

“Alright, you waste of ectoplasm, I have a few questions for you, and you better answer them, and I’m going to shoot you to Hell.” Scanty threatened.

“D-don’t you mean or you’ll shoot-” But flinched when he heard the click of the hammer of the gun being pulled back, “Okay, okay! I’ll do it! But can I at least say one thing first?”

Scanty grimaced at the lanky lech of a spirit, but relented if it meant that she got some info out of it. “Tch, fine, one thing but that’s all, then you answer everything.”

PJs gave a nervous smile and a nod, and said, “Th-thank you! So what I want to say is that I wish that you are unable to perceive me being around you!”

The moment he said “I wish” and started glowing a minty green again, Scanty really should have filled him with hellfire, but the moment she did, suddenly the ghost disappeared entirely, only a smoking hole in the floor of where she shot. She looked from the spot on the floor to her gun, looking around for any sign of PJs.

“Alright, you miscreant, where did you disappear to?!” She questioned the room as she shifted around to look behind her. Unbeknownst to her, PJs was still there, lying down in his attempts to dodge the bullet, rigid in fear as he just made it out of range, and really hoping the wish kicked in the way he hoped, as he looked up at Scanty.

And from the angle of where she repositioned, his face was directly under her skirt, having a nice shot of her panties underneath it. He relaxed a little and muttered a pervy muttering of “Nice~” to himself, before realizing that he made noise. He only knew that she couldn’t see him now, that didn’t mean hearing as well, did it?

Quickly rolling out of the way, he was relieved that there were no further bullet holes of where his head would be, so it’s likely she couldn’t hear him either. He guesses perceive means the whole gamut.

Well that seeing and hearing is good enough for him at least, because then he can get some wishes in. But he might as well test how far this perception goes.

Scanty was still on-guard, but decided to move her way to the computer again for now. Something didn’t seem right. She had now two options, either inform her sister on the situation, or hunt down the disappearing ghost herself. Turning her Gold Lacytanga back into her undergarments, she decided to check her employee references. Perhaps it was a case of just a bitter employee in the building. After all, the place was no stranger to having haunts, but this one seemed particularly sneaky if he could just vanish out of nowhere.

She typed away, ignoring the fact that the cheeks on her face were being lightly slapped, then pushed together into making her mouth express a silly pout. Okay, touch was also a factor. PJs grinned as he worked his hand down to the collar of her uniform, ready to undo the tie around her neck, but it seems that the tug was enough to set her off. Her panties turning back into the revolver from before, she blasted scarily close in PJs direction. PJs has been extremely lucky at all the glancing blows lately, and he thanks whatever higher or lower power that was keeping his thin lanky body in such perfect angles of recoil to avoid being hit.

“I knew you were still here, you pest! Show yourself!” She threatened, blasting around the room, hoping to hit him.

Okay, so not ALL touch is safe, she felt her own clothes moving. So it’s possible that she can notice things he messes with, but not when it involves herself directly. Still, he can work with this, he at least knows that she can’t hear him.

Wanting to put that advantage into action before a stray slug makes it into him, he says, “I wish she would just forget I was here, and thinks that she was being annoyed by a fly.”

The rush of good feeling returned back into PJs, weirdly it was starting to feel strangely better making wishes every time now. He didn’t worry too much about it as he watched Scanty sigh, stow away her gun properly up her legs, and went back to work, muttering, “I really should control my temper better…”

PJs rubbed his hands excitedly, wondering what to wish for first as he pervertedly glared over Scanty’s body sitting in the chair.

“Let’s see, how about a boost in cup size, shall we? I wish that her boobs were big, perky and bouncy, no matter what she wears!”

“Whoa!” Scanty cried out, feeling her chest explode outward as her decently sized boobs rip through not only her bra and button top, but also snap her tie and snap off the buttons of her jacket, as a huge surge of splendid red cleavage bounced forth as succulent jiggly mounds, nipples only barely being hid by the remainder of her shirt and jacket.

She looked down in disbelief, hands hovering around them, afraid to touch them as if doing so proves their existence. This was unnerving to her on many levels. Not only is her uniform damaged, not only did it happen for no obvious reason, but also the fact that it ruined her perfectly balanced figure!

“How in Hell did this happen?!” she said, standing up in outrage. Though doing so seemed to have sent her chest bouncing around merrily from the motion, only deciding to stop after a few seconds or so, seemingly untethered by the fabrics it strains against. “Th-this is deplorable!”

“Oh just you wait, bitch, you got more coming~” PJs whispers “I wish that she was dressed in a slutty nightie, and wore slutty makeup.”

With a poof, Scanty’s clothes vanished, turning into a pair of thong panties and a light green nightie that had fur trim around the curtain that covered her midsection and circling each boob as they risen forth through the see-through fabric, showing her hard pink nipples poking through the sheerness. Despite each cup being ringed by fur, her boobs still insisted on being raised and pressed together as if ready for presentation. The look of shock on her now green glittery made-up face as she looked herself over was priceless.

With a stomp of her light green high heels holding sheer stockinged legs, her boobs went into a merry dance, tracing figure eights in the air as she demanded, “Alright, whomever is doing this, reveal yourself!”

“Mm, I think not~” PJs mockingly replied on deaf ears, sitting in her now available chair confident that his new wish would stop her reacting against him, “However, I do wish that you’d do whatever I tell you to, even if you can’t notice me. Now kneel and bow for me, and call yourself my huge-tittied bitch!”

Scanty felt a weird tingle in her brain as she saw the office chair move around. Before she could do anything like dive on top of the invisible pest or anything, she fell to her knees, arms raised. Before she could utter another word, she fell forward, bending down and lifting her pert booty up in the air, boobs squished against the floor as she fully bowed to the unseen menace.

“I am your huge-tittied bitch…” She said begrudgingly, being **** to repeat herself as she repeated the bowing motion.

“Hehehe~ Now play with your nipples~” PJs demanded, and Scanty obeyed, raising up and using her fingers to roll and pinch and flick her nipples, making her groan involuntarily between clenched teeth.

“Now cross your eyes, give a big smile and repeat the phrase that I’m thinking of~” He says, wondering if he can control her with things that she wouldn’t be able to know.

Sure enough, her big eyes crossed, and gave a big dopey smile, saying to herself, “Hi, I’m Scanty Cumguzzler~ I love it when my master shoots hot jizz all over my giant honkers! Scanty Cumguzzler is such a stupid slutty bitch~ Rrruff!”

“Hahaaha! Excellent!” PJs yells in triumph.

Then of course, urges start taking over, with him saying, “Alright then, I wish that your nightie top was now sleeves.” A poof and the nightie did indeed turn into a pair of poofy translucent sleeves that went from her wrists to her shoulders, leaving her torso, and as such the big tits, bare. Right on time, as PJs slipped down his simulation of pants, revealing a spectral shaft of at least nine inches long.

“Now, give me a tittyfuck, and be sure to moan like it’s the best sex you ever had in your life as you do!” He snaps, watching her crawl between his legs to get to work.

Scanty glared up where she thought would be where this invisible assailant was, and lifted her tits, pressing against the large dong that she didn’t have the ability to see, pumping up and down vigorously.

She jiggled away with her marvelous bosom, as PJs was breathing deep (out of habit) from the resulting pleasure he was being given, being the best (and only) titfuck he had in his life. It was even better coming from not only a person he controls, not only an uppity bitch that he used to work for, but also a damn sexy demon that hates that she’s being **** to do this, much like how he had to deal with the service industry fucking him.

And speaking of service, Scanty was **** to give it her all into this energetic tittyfuck, up and down, shaking around, parallel strokes, clapping motions, even getting her mouth involved with licking the head and occasionally popping it between her painted lips briefly. Though when her mouth was doing that, she was moaning and screaming out as instructed, being occasionally paused to make threats, only to be cut off by rampant fucking noises.

“You won’t get awa- AAaa! Oh yes! Harder! Yes! I’m going to ki- Right there! Ooooohh! Oh yeah, so gooood~ Mmmm~ I hate y- Fuck me, big boy! Fuck me like the stupid bitch that I am! Fuuuuuuck!”

It was a wonderful sound to hear, and after at least five minutes of hearing her ramble as she squeezed her titties into his ghostly meat, he finally released. Thick ropes of ectoplasmic jizz, radiating with minty green energy, splattered all over his toy-with-a-ton-of-tits. All over her boobs, and even shooting in her face, making her scream in shock, making her stumble back as she’s no longer restrained by the command.

PJs was practically in (lowercase) heaven right now satisfied with the release that he hadn’t been able to have in days. But he wasn’t delirious, and in fact, was still eager for more messing with people. Looking down at Scanty, drenched in his spooge, he thought he might as well, and command her, “Alright, that was fun~ now lick all the spunk off of yourself and go back to what you were doing before I got here, and don’t notice the time or how you look right now. In fact…”

PJs thought to be cheeky as he watched scanty lift her boobs up to lick off the ghost cream from them, “In fact I wish that you have your uniform back, but you’re super proud of your massive tits, getting horny from all the lusty stares and lewd comments. I wish that you can’t help but get constantly distracted by them, masturbating furiously at the sight of them." PJs thinks it over, whether he should add anything else, as it's already a good deal humiliating without her knowing.

He just shrugs and smiles cheekily, "Oh why not, one more humiliating trait, I wish that your titties always made silly cartoon noises, and it humiliates you so much that you involuntarily begin slapping them around and constantly telling them to cut it out~”

PJs was happy with these new wishes, though was starting to feel a little woozy as he stood up and put back his phantom pants. Scanty took back her chair as if there was nothing wrong, All the while her new huge bosom bounced around inside the newly constructed uniform, wobbles and and boings and claps were heard from them as she made her way back to the computer, giving them an annoyed slap as she unbuttoned a few buttons to make sure she got a good peek down her cleavage as she worked.

PJs actually took a look at himself as well. It seemed that the light green is fading much slower than before, and in fact spots on his body where there were rings of where his body was cut from started to vanish, making his simulation of an outfit actually neat and tidy again. Strange, he thought. It seems that there is more to this wishing rock than just being magic.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the knocking of the door, and the familiar voice of Kneesocks being heard on the other side as she turned the handle, “Scanty, I think I may have found something!”

Oh damn. He completely forgot about Miss Salt as he was messing with Miss Pepper, and was in serious trouble if he got caught out now. He doubts Kneesocks is going to give him the kindness of a chance to wish and dodge, so what could he do right as the door opened as he turned to face it?