A hungry spirit

Arania was having lunch alone in her million dollar mansion. Night had fallen on LA, her boyfriend wasn't there for this week, and she was enjoying a moment of calm between two huge events in her carreer. So there she was, at the table, enjoying her salad.

Meanwhile, a tormented ghost was wandering around the neighborhood. This spirit used to be a poor woman, centuries ago. She had lived her short life in misery, slowly getting thinner and thinner, ignored by every one, until she finally died of starvation. She had never forgiven the other people's indifference while she was starving, and had felt this never ending hunger without relief, even after her ****, her soul being too angry to find peace. Ariana wasn't lucky. The ghost happened to be next to her house just in time to see her on the other side of the window, having lunch. All of a sudden, led by its instinct, the ghost flew right through the wall, lunging towards the sexy singer.

Ariana was about to take another bite, when she suddenly felt her head being pushed towards her plate.

-Hmmm, she moaned, her face suddenly pressed against the salad.

She straightened up, wondering what had hit her so hard, but suddenly felt her body get up, staggering, as her eyes rolled in her orbits, her body shaken by convulsions.

-Agh..ungh..nnnng...

Ariana wanted to scream, to call for help. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't control her body. She could feel it, something was...entering her.

An exterior observer would have found what happened next very surprising. The singer suddenly went from staggering absent-mindedly, to jumping towards her plate and started grabbing the food with her hands, shoving it in her mouth.

-Hungry, she groaned. Must eat...hungry...

Ariana could hardly believe she was speaking right now. Her voice sounded...barely human. And yet, it was her mouth that was moving against her will. She tried to regain her composture, to stop embarrassing herself, but couldn't. She suddenly spat the salad and quinoa she had been eating.

-Gross...want...real food.

For the next minutes, Ariana grabbed her phone, speaking with short sentences in a hoarse voice, ordering thousands of dollars worth of fast food. Burgers, pizzas, donuts, ice creams. Everything. During the next hours, delivery men would knock on her door, expecting to find a huge party, only to see Ariana alone, looking at them like she was about to eat them.

-Hungry...hungry...

That was the only word the spirit possessing Ariana could utter between two bites. Meanwhile, the singer was horrified. There was no way her body could eat all this. And even if there was a way, she was going to ruin her perfect figure.

Help ! Get out of my body you freak !

-Hmmmph ! moaned Ariana's body while shoving another donut in her mouth, fat and sugar flowing on her chin.

For the next days, she kept eating, barely saying a word, Ariana's **** voice echoing in her head, while her body was slowly getting thicker. Boobs, legs, thighs. After two days, she felt her bra snap. A couple days later, her dress was tearing apart in several places, revealing her now large and fat tits. She was now the definition of a thicc girl, and she was only getting started.

Oh God, I'm turning hideous, please stop !

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Two weeks had passed since Ariana's possession. Dalton, her boyfriend, was finally getting back to the villa. He was rather worried. His girlfriend had suddenly stopped answering her text messages, emails, and didn't return his phonecalls. As he was nearing the front door, he had this dreadful feeling that something was wrong. This feeling was confirmed by the sight in front of him when he opened the door. The floor was litteraly covered in empty boxes of food. The place looked like it hadn't been cleaned up for months.

-What the fuck happened here?

As a response, he heard a loud burp on the other side of the room. He turned around and gasped when he saw the woman staring at him.

-A...Ariana?

If Ariana had had control of her body right now, she would probably have started sobbing hysterically, having been prisoner of her body for two weeks, and having seen it swelling, becoming fat and bloated, without being able to do anything to stop the spirit possessing her. The latter was now looking at Dalton with a slight smile. It was still feeling hungry. On the other hand, it had been centuries since she hadn't fucked anyone. Maybe she could take advantage of the situation.

-What have you done to yourself? stammered Dalton.

-Come here, stud, said Ariana's body with a wicked smile.