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“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Brian muttered to himself. “And I’ll prove it!”

Brian, James, and Brock had been friends since high school. Now, as college undergrads, they’d started a “Paranormal Investigation” club – mainly as a joke. And an excuse to trespass into abandoned building sites – followed by pretty much just dicking around trying to scare each other.

Today, they were deep within a strange religious compound that had been uninhabited & derelict since 2013, when the entire congregation suddenly vanished under mysterious circumstances. Rumors of strange magic and hushed whispers of strange mass sexual activities had circulated since at least 2011, when the members of this odd cult ceased to leave the compound itself for seemingly any reason. Only the “charismatic” leader was ever seen outside the compound, purchasing food & supplies in bulk for his followers…

“They say he turned all his followers into his own personal sex slaves with some kind of freak magic,” said James as the three friends wandered through the dark, empty halls of the old disused building. “Just to satisfy some kind of twisted fetish he had, or something…”

They arrived at a doorway, and peered in, shining a flashlight to illuminate the oddly pink scene before them.

Several cushy beds and beanbag chairs filled the musty room, spotted with pillows, stuffed animals, and piles of frilly blankets. Girly cartoon characters decorated nearly every object. Brian thought he recognized some of the characters – they were all from “My Little Pony.”

“What the hell kind of cult WAS this, anyway?” Brock mumbled.

Brian shuddered to imagine.

As they continued to walk, they noticed more & more MLP merchandise and imagery strewn about the compound, which increasingly seemed like some sort of bizarre girly sex dungeon in their minds. There were rooms filled with mirrors, various sex toys strewn about… the effect, combined with the knowledge of the cult’s ultimate fate, was unnerving.

They turned a corner, and suddenly Brian found himself falling feet-first into total darkness – a panel in the floor had given way and now he was tumbling down a dark shaft. He screamed.

Landing a second later in a pile of pillows, he found himself fortunately no worse for wear, having only fallen maybe 10 feet or so. He was in some sort of basement hall. He called up to his friends – but there was no answer.

Without a flashlight, Brian could see anything at all. He stood up and tried take a few steps forward, but ran into a wall. It was smooth and crystalline, like stained glass.

“How the hell am I gonna get out of here…” Brian grunted to himself.

Pulling out his cellphone to use as a light source, he began to step down the hall, carefully.

Suddenly, the walls lining the passageway began to glow softly, illuminating the corridor.

Brian’s breath quickened involuntarily.

He thought he could hear the walls whispering to themselves, softly, as if a multitude of whispers, ghostly murmurs waking each other up in hushed excitement at the unexpected arrival of their reluctant visitor.

Brian walked faster.

“Won’t you come & play with us…?” a sleepy chorus of sweet female whispers pleaded, seemingly from nowhere.

Terror seized Brian’s heart. What the hell was going on?

“Hello?” he called out.

There was no answer.

He carried on walking, down the seemingly endless hall…

Slowly, the walls illuminated themselves further. Indistinct shapes and patterns swirled, dancing capriciously across the paneling in dim configurations.

Unbeknownst to Brian, his body had already started to change at the mercy of a dark, silent magical influence within the corridor. From a starting stature of 6 feet, he had already lost nearly 5 inches of height. He was shrinking…

As a panicked Brian hurried through the corridor, the walls brightened into an eerie scene of roiling female figures with long flowing hair, whirling and melting into each other with ecstatic abandon. Their skin glimmered with rainbow color.

“Please play with us…” the voices grew more desperate.

Brian’s body was now only 5’4” tall, and still shrinking. His skintone had softened into a light purple hue, and his hair had grown long and violet-streaked as well.

Brian hurried even faster.

“James…? Brock…? Is this some sort of joke…?” he yelled.

Brian watched the swooping figures melt and break apart and reform, giggling with libidinous glee as they danced across the surrounding walls in psychedelic, ever-shifting mutating tessellations. Their bodies were petite and girlish, yet mature and womanly with large, full breasts and wide hips. The figures seemed to be unicorn girls, with long beautiful tails and cone-shaped horns protruding from their foreheads.

Brian’s hands brushed the hard surface of his own unicorn horn with small, dainty fingers. For as long as he could remember, he’d had it, but doctors could never really say why. The same went for his long, bushy tail which he could feel swishing with a mind of its own behind his step, tugging on his tailbone – although his friends still made fun of him for it, he’d long since gotten used to the strange weight of the unusual extended appendage.

“It feels sooo good…” the ghosts moaned.

The churning feminine figures seemed to slowly intensify their rapturous interpenetrations as their rippling dance simmered into an orgiastic frenzy.

Briana’s body shuddered sympathetically with the strange melting figures’ sensual motions, as if her own innards were melting. Her pussy throbbed in time with the swooping pulsations of the ghastly forms with mind-melting insistence. Even the motion of walking became oddly erotic for her. Soon, she could feel herself heating up – she’d always had trouble controlling her own sexual urges, ever since she could recall. But why would this intense fear she felt right now, of all things, be turning her on? Her nipples were totally engorged, pressing up against her B-cup bra with discomforting determination. Every nerve-ending screamed.

A wave of nausea overwhelmed her at the sickening intuition that these creepy apparitions could be altering her body, sexual preferences, or consciousness… somehow. How exactly, she couldn’t quite pinpoint…

“In thy blessed womb… our leader reborn…*

When the hell was she going to get out of this weird, sick place…?

Her high heels clicked against the hard floor of the hallway – then – could it be?

A staircase ascending at the end of the passageway…

The exit!

Briana’s heels clicked faster as the figures continued their dance, slowly beginning to fade away. Her heavy breasts bounced in their G-cup holsters, further irritating her erect, sensitive nipples. She could feel her whole body illuminated by sensual agony, almost as if she had a fever, glistening with a cold sweat. Much to her continual embarrassment – ever since she could remember – it seemed like any degree of fear or excitement turned her on. But then again, her buxom little 4’11” body was absolutely insatiable pretty much all the time. Even in class she often found herself having to relieve a little sexual tension by playing with herself under her skirt. She had to lug around an extra purse just to carry all the sex toys she’d accumulated over the years…

At last, Briana reached the exit. Hurrying up the staircase as the scene behind her faded, she cursed her rotten luck at being saddled with such an excessively busty physique as her bloated “assets” jiggled and jounced against her chest wall like big fleshy melon-sized water-balloons, the elastic material of her thick bra straps straining rudely at her shoulders.

A door at the top of the staircase!

Almost there…

Briana tumbled out into the room above, startling her two companions with her sudden appearance.

“Whoa! Bri! There you are!” exclaimed Brock, extending a hand to help her stand up.

“We were almost slightly concerned,” teased James.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” said Brock.

Briana looked around. They were standing in the entry lobby – a bizarre shag-carpeted anteroom lined with mirrors on every wall. No trace of any door from where she had just stumbled remained.

“Where have you been?”

Bri racked her brain. Where had she just been?

She couldn’t think straight.

She couldn’t remember…

Her body pulsed with heat and cold sweat. Catching sight of herself in a nearby mirror-wall, a flicker of unfamiliar distress arced its way down her spine. There, staring back at her, was a positively tiny girl… except for her breasts, of course, which jutted out awkwardly huge against her 4’9” frame – and her ass, which was obviously quite full and plump beneath her cute little black skirt. Her waist, at least, was trim and tiny – but her huge boobs were so friggin’ big that they occluded nearly all of her tiny torso, well past her navel. They were a constant pain, always getting in the way and attracting scores of daily unwanted attention. Bri adjusted the straps of her custom-order JJ-cup bra, shaking herself a bit to her get her unruly (and still swollen) nipples into a slightly more comfortable spot against the nylon material.

She peered at herself a moment longer in the mirror. Was this really her? Had she really always looked like this? With her light-purple skin and her long violet-streaked hair – and her unicorn horn – she looked like a cartoon character.

Which one…?

“Ok, enough ogling yourself… let’s get going babe,” James said testily, rolling his eyes. Sometimes his girlfriend could be a real self-obsessed ditz. Truth be told, he loved her bookish absentmindedness, her adorkable naivete… and her hot little e-girl body. He slid his arm around her waist and lightly spooned himself against her ass so that she could feel his obvious erection.

Briana’s mind emptied immediately.

What had she just been worried about?

Something stupid, no doubt…

Brock winced with envy. After all, the only reason James had been the one to get with her was that he’d been more “charismatic” and aggressive than he had in his pursuit of her. And now, Brock had to watch helplessly as his dream girl and his best friend flirted & flaunted their relationship. All the time…

Bri’s body was on fire. All she could think about was sex.

Instinctively, she began to softly grind her ass up against her boyfriend’s cock as she redirected his free hand upwards to rest on her ample, squishy chest. Her panties were wet. She felt incredibly horny.

She nodded.