#procession

Procession in the Fog by Ernst Ferdinand Oehme

You found it as you wandered through the thrift store. It was disheveled and not fully assembled but from the years of porn, you could spot a leather harness anywhere. It was an H-Harness, a black base with a true green trim all held together with shiny metal snap buttons. Picking it up you were greeted by the sensation of high-quality leather.

As you turned it over you in your hands you saw that some of the snap buttons were undone and the straps were disconnected but all the pieces were there. All of the leather straps were in excellent condition, almost good as new. You were in absolute shock. It was obvious that when this was donated no one at the thrift store knew what it was, considering that it was tagged for only $15 and by the fact it was sorted by the curtains and lampshade selections.

With hurried breath, you snagged the harness, threw it in your shopping cart, and quickly grabbed some other items in a feeble attempt to hide and obfuscate the harness from the suspension of onlookers. Thankfully nobody at the checkout lane noticed the kink gear for what it was and soon you were on your way out of the parking lot in your car, making sure not to crease the harness in your shopping bag.

Once back home you went straight to your room, stripped off your clothes, and inspect your treasure properly. Inspecting the straps and buttons you easily figured out how to reconstructed it. As you did so you found no tags, any markings of previous ownership, or even where it was made… not that it was of any importance.

Lifting it over your head you placed your arms through the hoops and let the harness fall down over you, like a heavy smock. After a bit of fidgeting and adjustment, to your surprise, it fit perfectly. With your chest pounding, you ran your fingers up and down the harness. It clung to you as if it was custom-made. 

After examining it, you remembered in a jolt. You raced to your closet and dug out the only other kink gear you own, a black neoprene jock. You were able to discretely purchase this jock from a booth at a Pride event last year. As you slipped it on you moved to go inspect your ‘outfit’ in the full body mirror hanging from the back of your bedroom door. You were not too much to look at, with scrawny arms and legs attached to your thin body, you barely filled the outfit but they were yours, the gear matched pretty well, considering that they were not from a set. As you inspected yourself you could not help but indulge yourself in a faux muscle man pose.

From right next to your right ear you heard in a deep and echoing voice, “Oh lookie lookie, someone’s all dressed up and wants to go to prom…”. You yelped and nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard it. You immediately spun your head side to side, figuring out where the voice came from while doing your best to cover up both your harness and jock with your thin arms. 

The echoing voice just chuckled at your reaction. “Heh heh heh, Don’t worry pipsqueak. It’s just us chickens in here” as you twisted your head from the bedroom door to the window, making sure both were closed, fastened, and locked. After a terrifying moment of realizing you were indeed alone in the room, you let out a weak, “Who’s there…. Where are you?”

“Gasp! It can speak.” the voice answered. “The ‘who am -or was- I’ question is a bit complicated but as for where … the easiest answer is just to look down, kid.” Triple checking that absolutely no one was in the bedroom with you, you slowly brought your gaze downwards to the floor. There was nothing there except your rug, your bare feet, your legs, the jock, and the new harness that you were still inadvertently holding. With an impossibly improbable thought crossing your mind you heard that same voice confirming it with a “yes… yes you go it” Taking an extra moment to just run through that again you lifted your head towards the full body mirror and said, “you… you’re inside the harness?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Give the boy a prize, he won the game!” the voice responded in turn. In your reflection, just on your right, you could barely make out some green wisps gathering. Turning your head away from the mirror, you saw nothing. 

Going back to the mirror and the green vapors you asked, “W-wh-what do you want?”

“Oh, I want some fun!” answered the voice, “it has been far too long since I was in the game, prowling the nightlife, club-hopping, and being the main kinkster of the scene.” Your heart pounded at that, what he was causally mention was everything that you desired to do “really?” You asked hesitantly.

“Of course!” the voice replied, “I was a known terror back in the day.” it boasted “and now I’m itching to dive back in…head first and you’re going to help me!” “i- I am?” you asked disbelievingly “Duh!” the voice replied, “No use of having sex if you don’t have a body to feel it, so let’s see what we’re working with.”

Through the reflection, you saw the green wisp move from your shoulder, up and down your body as it hummed to itself. “I see….” as he inspected you. “Ok…ok” as he weaved between your legs. After his inspection he returned back to your right shoulder as he stated, “You got potential, kid and spirit… like me! But you are far too scrawny to be turning any heads, even with my excellent harness. Let’s see if I can’t change that for you.” as you saw the vapors seep into you.

You felt the sensation of ice make contact and then enter through your skin, it was phenomenal and sent goosebumps rocketing through your entire body. “Heh, sorry bud, The first times always feel weird.” the ghost voice said, now without the echoing effect to it.

The ghostly vapors slowly warmed up to body temperature as you gingerly touched the spot of entry. While it felt normal to your finger, yet you could feel the wisp vapors floating inside your muscles as an almost phantom sensation.“Alright champ, hold on to your jockstraps because things are going to get WILD.” as you felt the wisp move from your shoulder, down your right arm. You saw the effects from the mirror’s reflection happening in tandem with the spirit’s movement. You witnessed your bicep bulge and inflate with muscle tone.

Your scrawny twig arm started putting on mass, inflating like a balloon into a perfectly sculpted bicep before the wisp moved down to continue the work on the forearm and hand. Soon you had a fully toned and muscular right arm. You looked at it in astonishment, it looked a bit ridiculous attached to the rest of you but nonetheless, you lifted your left hand to pinch your new arm. It was real.

“Hey! I’m working here!” the voice barked back, “at least wait until I leave your arm before you start touching yourself.” You then felt the spirit move up your arm again. It passed your chest and you could feel the spirit briefly caress your nipples as he went, which caused a shudder to run down your spine as he went to work your other arm.

Like before the ghost repeated the same process and soon you had two strong, beefy arms. You looked ridiculous as they were attached to the rest of your body. As if hearing your thoughts the spirit said, “Now I’m not done yet, bud.” the ghost backtracked towards your torso.

As soon you felt him enter your core you felt him go to work, your chest began to inflate and grow against the harness as they were changed into a set of perfect pecs sitting on your chest. You felt the spirit give one of your pecs a little bounce and chuckled as he moved down to your abdomen as he sculpted your lower torso to now have a set of lean and mean washboard abs and a chiseled waist to boot.

“Look at that” whistled the voice, “you could not crack walnuts off of them… this is definitely one of my finer works.” as you felt the spirit move down your right leg to continue his magic. After he shaped both of your legs he paused at your torso for a moment before he comments, “Oh, how could I forget!” as he raced and circled around your waist. You felt the now-familiar ghostly presence on your cheeks as your ass began to grow and fill out until they were just under what the jockstrap could handle. “All set!” exclaimed the voice as you heard an ethereal slap as he moved back up your body. You waited a moment for him to leave before you brought your hands down to inspect the goods. Your fingers slowly and tentatively poked and prodded each cheek before you went to grab them.

You were greeted with two perfect buns of steel, your heart was racing as you fondled and grasped your own ass. A childish smile spread across your face as your fingers examined the rest of your new body, dressed in your more filled-out outfit. “Not bad huh?” said the spirit, “now you are ready to show off what your papa gave you” as he laughed. “So tell me, kid, now that you got the body to enter any club you want. So what are we in for? What’s your fancy, Latex, leather, roleplay, total domination, public play?”

Despite what happened so far, you blushed at the direct question. You never had an open conversation with anyone about your preferences but it seems like it was too late to stop there with everything that just happened, so you answered truthfully. “E-everything, all of it. I haven’t really done much but I want to experience everything available.”

“Fuck YEAH!” roared the ghost in excitement, “I fucking lucked out with you buddy. Now Im excited, oh ho ho ho…. We’re going to paint the town Red! We’re going to pound so much ass together!”

“Errr… about that.” you stammered, “I’m kind of a bottom only.” 

“WHAT?” shouted the ghost. “Nuh-uh! No way I put this much effort into this body just for it not to smash subs.” “I’m sorry, It’s not really the way I swin-” you started to say before you were interrupted.

“I am NOT going out there to be anything other than the absolute top Top!” replied the spirit, “Here, Move over. I’m driving.”  Before you could protest you felt the spirit rush past your neck and into your head. You immediately felt the sense of growing congestion as you heard the spirit voice speak, now as if he was right inside your ear.

“Sorry champ, but that type of mentality won’t fly going forward… now let’s see what we got up in here.” As You felt the congestion pressure reach the apex, you could feel your body stiffen bit by bit, from the neck going down your body. Then your body relaxed without you telling them to.

“Yeah buddy…” the ghost said, feels good to operate a body of flesh and blood again. Now, let’s pop the hood of this sub.” You felt the ghost not only spread itself on the inside of your head but you felt it seep into your brain, oozing through each fold and crevice as it penetrated into your mind.

“Oh, buddy. You weren’t kidding when you said you were into all the strange stuff. I see you been fapping to things I’ve never seen before…. but boy am I excited to try it out with this body!” the ghost said as it made its way deeper into your conscience. “So that’s the name of that fetish, huh… way more popular than I thought…” as it trailed off. As that was going on, all you could do was just stand there as you felt the ghost take over more and more of your muscular body. You could still feel everything but it was no longer under your control.

Once he reached the absolute center of your brain you heard the ghost exclaimed, “There we go! Let’s rev this bad boy up!” At that you felt the ghost’s presence start bubbling from the top of your head, cascading down your face and flowing down your neck and towards the rest of your body. As your face was covered by the ghost’s power it began to twist and contort as if the face was trying to stretch out every muscle one segment at a time.

Soon your lips stretched out into a smile over your mouth and an emerald sparkle flashed in your eyes. You looked on your lips and your jaw opened as the ghost’s voice spoke from your mouth, “I still got it, just look at this! Full makeover of the body” as he moved your body to make a proper muscled pose, “and mind. We are all set to take the clubs by storm!”

You watched silently as your body was navigated back to your discarded jeans to fetch your car keys and wallet. “Luckily for me, you remembered your card pin.” your body said as the ghost made your hands slide your wallet down your side, allowing it to cling between the jock elastic and your perfect ass.

As your body turned back to the door the ghost asked, “So where exactly is the closest kink bar from here, I have been in a dry spell for far too long-” at that he interrupted himself as he looked in the mirror. “How silly of me.” the spirit said as he brought your hand up to your forehead. “What good is it to top every kinky fuck I see if I don’t have the right equipment.”  With that, he snapped your fingers as you felt his ghostly presence flow down and pool at your groin. You saw in the reflection that your jockstrap began to move as your cock began to grow at a rapid pace. Just like the rest, within a few moments, you saw that your cock fully fill out the jock pouch, so much that the front of the underwear began to sag with the weight of your body’s new cock and balls. The ghost laughed, “Oh Woah, What’s this” as he reached down to jostle the jock, “I think we are good to go now”.

Then with nothing else, your hand reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it as your body began to stride out of your bedroom and into the world with nothing more than a jockstrap and that black and green harness.

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