Terry was exhausted.
 
He had to head back home to relieve himself of the latest ass kicking he had incurred not on just the bad guys, but himself. The Jokerz gang he had to deal with was just one of many he had trouble keeping up with, back to back, all in a single night. He had been punched, kicked, zapped, set on fire and even electrocuted. Thankfully the suit had taken the brunt of it but that also meant it was in a definite need of repair.
 
Concealing it under his bed, he snuck back in his home and made sure to not wake up his mom or brother. Wincing as he pulled the covers over his sweatied body, he slept in nothing but his boxers, his broad shouldered muscular frame too weary to do more than that. His eyes closed and he ended up drifting off into a deep tiring slumber.
 
But he wouldn't be alone for long. A tireless spirit drifted across Gotham tonight, wishing to gain a sense of reprieve if only through the assimilation of something with more vigor. This entity was a colorful one, if ever seen by the naked eye. It was invisible to the waking world but on some occasions, it has been glimpsed at.
 
An entity with long flowing pink hair of endless curls, with an innocent cherub face and a whirlpool of stars for eyes. Possessing a frilled collared dress that lapped off in waves, the specter would appear endearing to anyone that'd behold its mesmerising site. But in reality, it had no attachment to the physical plane that'd bear a sense of empathy. It saw all waking beings as nothing more than a means to an end; a sustenance to curb the hunger that dwelled within its incorporeal body.
 
Humming a melodic tune it'd slip through structures, coming across souls that resonated a particular fire that she craved. The feminine ghost would always be attracted to a host of prevailing persons that had a residual sense of harmony despite misfortune plaguing them. In this way, it was no wonder she found herself drawn, like a moth to the flame of the McGinnis home.
 
Slipping through the window, she'd spot Terry, basking in a sense of rejuvenation that'd assuredly restore his vitality and put him into peak condition once again. Minus the current physical annoyances such as bruises or burns, it was the body she wished she could take hold of.
 
In fact, she was now coveting his perfect physique, wishing to make it her own and grant herself the vessel she sorely lacked. Up until now, it was always just robbing people of their stamina or their health, never fully able to take the soul in its entirety into herself. But could this cursed being finally find sanctuary, at long last?
 
"Hnnnnnnnnnnngh," Terry snored, blissfully unaware of the glowing specter that hung invisibly over his bed.
 
Not able to take it any longer, she swept down lied her incorporeal frame over his physical one. She could feel the stirring of his blood, the beating of his heart and the heat of his soul that kept it all running. Smelling the fragrance of its make-up, she nuzzled into his neck, feeling her face brush against the host's spirit with a tangential brush.
 
It'd feel like a cold chill that caused the man to shiver, and he'd turn his head over to the side, swiping his hand around to touch his neck unconsciously. In doing so she was allowed to touch the vigor within his hand with her own, her eyes sparkling into a Universe of wonderment. It felt so strong, even while asleep! The constantly waving frills of her dress and hair made her yearn to capture him for herself.
 
Pressing her spectral form against him more fully, her chest slipping into his back and coasting along the soul that inhabited his being that brought her a shudder of warm in her body that lacked nerves. Moaning aloud she'd brush her hands through his arms and snake her fingers up to lock around his to feed into his palms. Her dress subsumed around his legs through the quilt, finding her body half submerged and overlapping the strong bodied teenager.
 
It felt like nirvana to her gleaming eyes. The body felt sublime and the energy prevailing within it was just the kind of thing that could make it work the way it did. It wasn't just a matter of getting this shell for herself, she now wished for the soul as well. Nothing about this was right, she knew it, but she had to try if only to hopefully calm her raging torrent of emotions that lusted for him.
 
Suddenly, he'd turn around, shivering about and by instinct forcing her out. Wrapping the quilt around himself as he shivered, his eyes fluttered, almost opening till they closed through sheer loss of stamina from the night. His coiled frame had tucked himself in, much to her dismay, and she invisibly pouted.
 
She won't let him keep her out!
 
The specter this time put her hands into his arms and pulled at his incorporeal inner-working to puppet his limbs around to unfurl his body. Once he was fully exposed, she grinned, laying herself solidly on his top, constituting herself enough that the energy she was exposed to felt like an actual blanket that sunk past his own. It brought a look of contentment on Terry's face, allowing the spirit to smmugly smile at the fraction of his soul that kept her like this.
 
Brushing her hands along his neck, she swept her hands over his bangs, watching them actually bend with the motion of her phantom palms and digits. Carressing him up and around his scalp, she began to place puckering kisses around his cheeks, smacking them with an almost physical sound. His mouth parted, leaving a physical opening to the rest of his person that she was aiming for.
 
Leaning her head back, she'd shift shape, becoming less detailed of a pretty girl and more of a spectral blob of a pulsing ovular glob of rosy light.
 
With a swift dive, the head of the being slammed into his mouth, forcefully stretching it and bringing Terry's eyes open with glowing blue irises looking on in surprise.
 
"HLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!" He screamed out between the muffling lukewarm substance sliding down his throat. He felt himself swallowing on automatic incline, as if it was against his will to fight back. Even as he tried to move his arms and legs, they only squirmed. His periphery gaze saw that tendrils of light coiled around his limbs, partially sinking into his skin but also physically tightening in thick coils around his muscular body through the quilt that he wrapped around himself.
 
"HNNNNNNNNGH! HRRRRRRRRRRRK! MMMMMMMMMMMPH! The teenager shook his head back and forth, unable to get rid of it no matter the direction. It just congealed and stretched like a pliant rubber, still pushing itself past his throat and down his neck. It felt like he was chugging a sensation than an actual substance, as this was nothing like the time Inque had tried to suffocate him with her own inky body on many of an occasion.
 
Despite the swallowing he felt, he had no sensation of drowning or losing air. No, instead the struggling came from the fact his very body felt like it was taking in something icy but also buttery warm. The two mixed sensations clashed with his own inner being, and the more that slogged inside, the more he felt like his mind was waning.
 
"Hmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnnnnngh!" He groaned out, the light slowly waxing from his eyes and overall constitution of his body shifting. His sweatied frame was starting to emit a color akin to bubblegum, reflecting the energy that was being forcefully inserted into his person. A birth of that same color took hold of his pupil, swirling around like a bottomless maelstrom and corrupting his irises with streaks of raspberry.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Moaning aloud, his clenching hands unfurled into relaxed palms and his toes unfurled. The strength was numbing from his muscles and his breathing began to subside. Even as he took in more of this strange spectral force, he was now starting to see it in its proper shape; the face of a beautiful girl, locking lips with him and fully embracing him was all he'd see from his invaded pointed of view.
 
Unwinding his limbs, the whole of the phantom worm body rose itself up at an inverted angle and began to slosh with moist squelches down his throat. His neck swelled out as visible glowing bulges of pinkish light shined through his throat and carried down into his brimming physical body. When the last traces of the bulk of spectral flesh slipped past his strained lips, a feminine giggle slipped out of his lips, and he'd begin to visibly squirm on the bed.
 
"Hah! Hah! Hah!" Terry exhaled out, feeling himself changing from the inside and his own mind beginning to blank out in a fuzzy wave of heat. Static filled his thoughts and a humming lullaby was sang from the inside of his ears. Heaving heavily with labored air, he'd feel a spike of transformation change within him; both on a physical level and a spiritual plane.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Terry's body audibly shrank as a glow of rosy hue forced it under its own spectral influence. No longer was he flexing out a broad pair of shoulders but now just a slender pair of ones that lessened to a slight degree and enhanced its sensual smoothness. Pectorals rearranged themselves to protrude a pair of substantial breasts, adorned with pink areola, and a waist that was smoother rather than packed with a thick six pack. Beneath his boxers his waist would widen a midge, his bottom becoming fuller and thicker with a curved set of hips to accentuate the appeal.
 
With a whimpering moan he'd feel a hot moist sliding as his member slipped into a now ripe vulva, with its own smooth hairless cleft. Hair vanished along his legs, the calves lessening in scope and his shins becoming silky soft to the touch with smaller pairs of feet to enhance it.
 
Along with that came the change to his head. His lips became fuller and more pouty, with whitish-pink lipstick that glossed on its own, while softening his visage into something more of a cheekboned woman with cherub soft attributes. A pair of rosy eyes replaced his once blue orbs and his black hair drifted out into peerless while curls that filled the bed with its cotton soft mane.
 
Adding a finishing touch, came the frill collared dress to fashion over the smooth arms and liquid soft finger nails in full sleeves. Her bosom would be revealed at the top of her full breasts, to remind how mature she was, and her dress hugged her curvaceous body in an inviting way. With the curls of frills lapping past her legs with a pair of heeled shoes to fit her feet, the last shreds of Terry's existence was wiped away and he was now fully inside of the new person that became reborn within him.
 
"My name is Celestia, a spirit of desire and princess of the stars," She proclaimed with a melodic, entrancing voice. Placing her hands on her breasts with a fervent squeeze, she giggled at how real they felt. Every stroke of her skin, every feeling of her spirit's manifested clothes, it all felt so real!
 
"Hehe! I'm finally whole again!" She sang aloud, leaping from the bed and dancing around in Terry's room. Letting out a tune escape her she began to let the moonlight wash over her new form and her delight radiated a halo of glamorous hue that indicated her unnatural state of being. As she basked in her radiating new existence, she had felt something missing, like a pit in her stomach.
 
What could it be?
 
"Terry?" She suddenly heard a quiet voice whisper, the door opening with a creak and breaking Celestia's dance in mid-step. Craning her neck around her curly haired shoulder, she saw a young boy that fit the resemblance of the vigorous spirit's body she just filled up and consumed from the inside out. He wore a tee shirt of white color with a pair of boxers of his own, with a pair of socks worn around his feet. His black eyes looked up with surprise, his mouth drawn back with amazement and confusion. "Who are you?"
 
Smirking, she felt the pit begin to rumble within her body, producing a sound akin to a hunger pang. Of course it wasn't so simple to erase her torment by taking a single body. She was a cursed spirit of desire, after all. Why would just one soul satisfy her when she's taken the essence of hundreds of souls up until this point?
 
Rubbing her tongue around her gossy pink lips, she raised a finger and beckoned him to come hither, her eyes shifting from the pink rings into a spiral of constantly shifting stars. The mere sight of it, combined with her entrancing aura, was enough to make Matt widen his eyes and walk dumbly forward. Lurching forward with his arms hung limply, she'd watch him approach and look up at her eyes with a mirroring effect borne within his pupils that spread to spiral around his irises.
 
"What's your name, little one?" She lulled out with a humming smile.
 
"Matt," He drawled out with a look of awe transfixed into his hypnotized state.
 
"Well, Matt. I'm just *dying* to have my new body satiated with this desire for healthy vigor. Want to help me out?"
 
"Yes," He confessed against his will, still feeling blank and empty within the endless streak of stars that spiraled into his head.
 
Giggling, Celestia grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it up, unfolding the rims of soft frilled ribbons of rosy hue decorating its peerless fabric upward. Had he not been in a position of complete subservience, Matt likely would've been embarrassed by the reveal of her undergarments beneath. Of course, this wasn't the case, but it wasn't accurate either.
 
Instead of the slender, curvaceous legs leading up to broad hips and a desirable set of munds in addition to the complement of a supple rump, there was a rosy body of ghostly flesh beneath. It pulsed with an ominous energy coursing through it, and represented the true form of this 'Celestia' that now inhabited a host body that could finally give it sanctuary. The spirit of desire's lower half when projected beneath the skirt resembled a cross between a jellyfish, or a protoplasmic sac of spectral celluar tissue.
 
With its prey unable to comprehend the danger it was in, this part of Celestia made its move.
 
Tendrils stretched out of it like pseudopods of a cell, elastically moving in a sinuous movement to latch around Matt's wrists and ankles. They'd coiling up his arms and legs, they'd sink into his limbs and begin to jerk backwards. The body jerked and spasmed, reflexively fighting even while hypnotically held still. It wasn't long until the outline of something ghostly blue creep out of the front of the agape body.
 
Once, twice, and thrice a featureless form of Matt's soul crept out of his body. Behind it, one could see Matt's mouth becoming slackened and the hypnotic swirls vanish with a hollow look in his eyes. More and more legs and arms appeared, with a detailed face along with a slender shape of his young adolescent body pulled outward. With his spectral appendages ensnared, he'd be dragged in a slow but purposeful pace to slide into the phantom flesh on display from the spirit of desire.
 
"W-What's happening?!" Matt's eyes blinked, a colorless grey within ghostly outlines of an opaque blue. He felt something worming around his arms and legs, slimy yet moreover needy. He swore he could feel a tangential hunger with every coiled wrap around his being and as he approached what looked like a monster beneath a beautiful woman's skirt, he had a sense of dread throb through his whole being.
 
"N-No! What are you doing?! Stop it!" He yelped, unable to be heard by anyone as he squirmed and struggled against the tendrils of phantom tissue that slimed his incorporeal frame. Pulling back and flexing in place, he'd slow his approach but do little to pull the bonds off him. Even one hand grasping at the other wouldn't budge them, feeling them cinch tightly against his very being.
 
"Come now, don't be shy!~" Celestia sang, humming aloud as more pseudopods of spectral tissue squelched out to wrap around her quarry. "You're going to love it in your new home!~"
 
"H-Home?! I don't want to be eaten!" Matt exclaimed. Despite himself, he'd see a loop of warm slime wrap around his waist and loop up around his chest. Another pair grasped his feet and wrists, smothering them in his grip, to keep them from getting a hold on anything else. Finally one latched around his neck, choking him and stifling his cries as it'd swirl up around his mouth and frame his head in a dessert swirl of silvery spectral flesh.
 
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" He screamed out, now dragged in quicker and without any ounce of resistance. He'd feel his feet push against the soft, gelatinous surface of the sea anemone-like body. Like the supplest soft cushion combined with a sponge, it'd give way and wrap itself around him, slurping him up with visible ripples of motion across its writhing body. A sea of warmth and buzzing numbness lied within, brushing along the confines of his phantom legs and trapping them within.
 
Watching his legs sink in up to his waist, he looked up past the narrow lens of spectral tendril holding his head and muffled out a pitiful wail through it. She smiled back, waving bye to him with a wave of her fingers, brushing her hair with the back of her other hand. Sinking past his belly up to his chest, he'd see his coiled hands sink in, and the numbing warmth was squelching up and undulating across his whole being.
 
Stretching his head out, his pseudopod coiled body looked out and saw his body, still staring up at Celestia not more than a couple meters away. Drool leaked over the corner of his body's mouth, and his eyes looked completely blank, without color but white discs that replaced the onyx ovals he normally had. Paler than any right he'd be, Matt's soul screamed and squirmed past his bonds, feeling himself siphoned into the folds of this strange being; never to return.
 
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPpppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh!"
 
His scream became muffled as he'd slip past the last inch of the gelatinous spectral surface, now bathed within its clinging warmth of static and constriction. Every part of him felt as if he was being coerced to waste away within, and relinquish all sense of self. But, he couldn't do that! His body was still out there!
 
"My-My, you're such a feisty one, aren't you?" She sang aloud, watching the bulb shaped form of her spirit self stretch pliantly from the inside. The outline of a boy's head squeezed with the phantom tissue lining, detailing a face but little else. Muffled wails were barely uttered and a stifled sense of oppressive energy was holding him back. It tickled her in a literal and figurative sense, that this spirit was so stubborn.
 
Rebounding within, she giggled at the sight of Matt's soul trying to escape captivity of her own superior spirit. Again and again, he'd shove himself outward, only to be pulled back in, hands and feet kicking visibly with a relentless fervor to rejoin what had been robbed of him. Groans reverberated within, bringing her a sultry sigh, her eyes rolling as she felt that hungry pit subside with the existence of a healthy vigor rolling within her.
 
Dropping her skirt, the spiritual side of her pulled back into her physical shell, causing the form of resistance to be redistributed. Bumps pushed out her shapely dressed covered belly, bringing out a squealing gasp of the ticklish rebellion. Rubbing around the outline of a face through her beautiful fabric, she tutted with a wagging finger as he'd continued to be contained within this impossible prison of female flesh and soul.
 
"Now-now, just relax," She lulled out, humming as she began to skip out of the open doorway. Pushing the boy's body away with a unceremonious thud, she laughed as his face crunched on the wooden floor of Terry's former room. Rolling around on her heels, she felt the rousing of a more weary spirit. It wasn't to her taste, and she didn't wish to get an 'upset stomach' as it were.
 
"Two souls and a body in one night is plenty, for now," She purred, opening the door of the apartment and slipping out with a mischievious grin across her visage. "But, maybe 'Terry's' and 'Matt's' friends can help fulfill my hunger? After all, I'll never stop being a spirit of desire, cursed to lust after things that'll never satisfy. Might as well take their vigor to make do with this new, delicious body of mine."
 
Feeling Matt's spirit squeezed in her belly, a hint of the blue incorporeal hand slipping past her waist much to her surprise. Giggling, she forced pseudopods of slimy spectral tissue to coil around his outstretched fingers and pull it back in. Hearing a a bemoaning spirit trapped within, she then began to swing her arms back and forth playfully as she'd dance into the night of Gotham.
 
"Hmmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmmmmmm!~"