Zack and his wife had been so excited to move into their first home. With the state of the market, they surprised with how affordable the entire process was- the realtor VERY eager to close- but the newlyweds were more than ready to begin the next chapter of their lives, maybe even start a family. Well, perhaps they should have been more wary, because the very first night that they slept within the walls of that house, they were visited by a presence not worth knowing. Zack was awoken by sights and sounds were sweet in the moment, but he would soon grow to loathe, those being “Chelsea” sprawled across the bed, taking a hand under her nightie, chuckling to herself like an idiot. Obviously, it didn’t take long for Zack to figure out that whoever was in her body wasn’t really Chelsea, but the impostor never gave up the ghost, as it were. That would all be… well, it was still horrible that his wife’s body was taken over by someone/something, masturbating at every given opportunity, but it was just icing on the cake how much she had adjusted her style: cleavage got deeper, skirts got shorter, the underwear all but disappeared. And that didn’t even mention the piercings and the tattoos. Now, Zack barely recognised his wife, both body and soul.

Besides being a degenerate, the only trait Zack knew about the new “Chelsea” for sure was that she was a massive dork, always talking his ear off about the newest superhero movies or T.V. shows about the newest superhero movies. How she managed to convince him to go to the pop culture convention was beyond him- much less while wearing the skimpy outfit of some anime character- but here they were, and it was already becoming a massive disaster.

“Oh, whoopsy~” tripping over her platform boots, “Chelsea” plopped onto her hands and knees, with a little more wiggle than what was necessary to get up.

At first, Zack was annoyed with this idiot putting on shoes she didn’t know how to walk in, but that soon turned to anger when he noticed how little her lady bits were covered. And the fact that they were now on display for any passerby made his blood go hot. “I-” Zack began to raise his voice, but calmed himself in an effort not to cause a scene, “Are you alright?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Chelsea” twisted around, still on all fours. Now her top was beginning to ride up on her. As if she wasn’t showing of enough skin! “Umf, yeah, all good, bro- I mean, sweetheart.” she manged to grunt out.

“Chelsea” was taking her sweet time to get back on her feet, frequently looking back over to Zack as she did so. Zack wanted to be upset with the way this creep was debasing his wife’s body, but in truth he couldn’t bring himself to do so as his gaze locked squarely between her milky, plush thighs. He wasn’t big on the whole “nerd culture” thing, but he didn’t really need to have an appreciation for who “Chelsea” was cosplaying as to know he was thinking about tearing off that skimpy, vinyl outfit the entire car ride over here. And with her chunky ass in the air, he was starting to feel a certain way, despite being in public. It was a certainty that he wasn’t the only person getting hard over her curves, but… he was the only one that could do something about it. “Chelsea” had gotten more and more handsy with him over the past few days, and although Zack was rebuffing her advances, it apparently didn’t take much to fool himself that the woman in front of him was the real Chelsea. Really, who even believes in ghosts?