[Farts, Corruption, Humanized Pokémon]

"Haaaah... F-Finally. I'm going to... G-Going to... Haaah..."

A young man was currently trudging his way through the forest, sweat of excitement running down his face. His name was Gio, and there was something burning within his heart. Something that was telling him to keep going. What was this feeling, exactly?

It was lust. Because despite his ordinary looks, and despite how much he excelled in the subjects he studied, he was always focused on one thing and one thing only. Ghost Types. He craved them. Needed them. He even revered them. The only thing he wanted in life was to be together with a Ghost Type, so they could give him everything he needed.

And that was why he was currently working his way through this thick forest that hadn't been visited in years. It was a forest that was placed in a very far-out corner of Kalos. And after making sure that nobody would miss him, he ventured forth. He definitely knew the dangers of courting Ghost Types, which was why he wanted to ensure this. It would be horrid if his obsession took anybody with him. After all, they were meant to be his... And he was meant to be theirs...

Gio gasped as he slowly trembled thanks to the cold air around him. He could feel the chills that were associated with the departed. The Ghost Types that he craved. He needed to see them. He needed to feel them. And the only way to do so was to continue, despite the fear that tried to claim him.

He remembered the very first time that he fell in love with Ghost Types. It was when he was lost at night in the local Library, and he ended up meeting a Litwick. That tiny little thing helped guide him out when it was all dark... But it took a bit of him with it. And when he returned to try and claim it...

The Litwick had evolved into a Chandelure. And revealed its true femininity. Those alluring flames that drained his soul. It was that sensation that set his heart down this path. The path of obsession that would lead him to throw everything else away just for the sake of being with a Ghost Type.

Unfortunately, the Chandelure was too kind. So though he could've stayed with her, she turned him away. Which was why this love had been building. Why he was on the verge of bursting as he wandered through the forest, hoping to encounter something that might set his heart further ablaze. How he might end up meeting the one Ghost Type that would make his soul leave his body and remain ever faithful and loyal..!

And yet... No matter how far he went, no matter how deep into the forest he traveled, he was unable to find anything. He couldn't find the floating Duskull, nor the hair-like Misdreavus, nor the cursed Yamask from a foreign land, and much less the living sword Honedge. He was without any Ghost Types. It would send utter despair through him, knowing that he had completely failed his mission.

Or so one would think. But the young man was not going to give up. Even if he had to pass on through wandering, he would find the Ghost Type that he craved. He would find her, and she would claim him, or he would claim her. While he much preferred to be a toy of a Ghost Type, he would not mind serving as their Master. As long as she was with him forever, then he would be happy either way...

"Tuuuuurn baaaaaack..."

Just then. He heard it. A ghastly voice, echoing through his ears. A Ghost Type?! Reaching out to him, warning him about the peril!? It was what he had been hoping for! It was exactly what he wanted! Oh Arceus, he was blessed!

Gio's pale eyes started to light up as he broke into a sprint. Instead of heading away from the depths of the forest, instead of trying to save his own skin like the message pouring through his ears was encouraging him to... He headed deeper. He headed as deep as he possibly could. All with a bright and powerful smile on his face. He wanted this. Beyond anything else in the whole world!

And he could feel it. He could feel the air around him growing heavier. He could feel the pressure put on him by the world around him growing stronger. The forest itself wanted him to disappear. The forest wanted him to leave. For the sake of his soul. It was like the forest wanted to save him.

"I'm coming... I'm coming..!" Gio cried out in pure delight, delirium visible in his eyes as he dashed further and further. Past the intensity that tried to keep him out. All so he could reach the center. All so he could reach the domain of the Ghost Types that he so craved.

And eventually, the pressure lightened. All while he saw a clearing. A clearing with a dilapidated manor sitting there. An abode that had seen much better days, given the subtle traces of bright colors. Come to think of it, this forest had once been the home of a carnival, had it not? A wandering troupe that had come and gone, with the manor in front of him serving as the lone piece that still remained due to how difficult it was to tear down.

But was it truly difficult to tear down? Or was it because it had been haunted? There were several stories in Kalos that spoke of the Ghost Types that roamed, as well as the genuine ghosts that haunted parts of the major cities. That Ghost Maniac that everyone freaked out about didn't want to visit him however, so he was naturally skeptical. But if the story he had heard was true, then this house would no doubt be haunted. And if it was only haunted by normal ghosts, then he would also be happy. He would do anything to bond with a ghost..!

Gio took a deep breath as he slowly opened up the gates leading into the manor. And immediately collapsing as he felt his body giving way once he entered. The pressure and the quality of the air had started to get to him. The adrenaline that came with hearing the Ghost Type was now depleted. If he didn't get up, he would waste away before he'd get to see a Ghost Type...

"I told you... Turn back..."

The voice echoed through Gio's ears once more, and the boy gasped in delight. There it was. The motivation that he needed. Knowing that the ghost, Pokémon or not, was still watching over him... It meant that he could find them. And maybe, just maybe, befriend them despite the risk. Then he could die happier than ever!

"Come out... Come out..!" Gio cried out as he quickly got up, despite how heavily he breathed in and out. He was ready for anything to appear before him. All so he could get what he craved. Some personal time with that lovely ghost that he needed to worship..!

The voice faded as he walked inside. All while he heard the sound of shuffling around him. All while the subtlest glow of nearby blue flames barely lit up the room. He couldn't see the Litwicks that owned those flames, but that also didn't matter.

What mattered was that they were there. And though he tried to approach them, he couldn't get close to them. Because the fires flickered to near invisibility, and the Litwicks all disappeared into the darkness. He was all alone. And he could hear the giggles around him.

The Ghost Types... They were all paying attention to him. They were all trying to scare him. And he definitely felt something from the way they were treating him. It just wasn't what they planned on.

Gio was horrendously aroused. He could feel his pants tremble as he walked deeper and deeper into the haunted manor. Oh, this was everything that he had ever hoped for. And he still wanted more. Just as he wanted one of these Ghost Types to reveal themselves to him. So he could properly show his love. So he could be with them until the very end..!

It didn't take long for him to reach the innermost chamber of the manor. And in this chamber, there was a mirror. Unlike everything else in the manor, this mirror was lit up. Allowing him to see himself from a distance. All while he slowly but surely felt his heart racing more and more.

He needed to find out how he looked in the mirror. It could be that some ghost had managed to possess him. Maybe that was why he was able to walk through all this terror without much effect. Maybe it was just because of how horny he was. Either way, he needed to look at himself. He just needed to!

Gio approached the mirror, and despite everything, it was still himself. The brown-haired youth in a feminine dress. A rather long one too, almost like the kind that a Hex Maniac would wear. He was using himself as bait, having heard that Ghost Types loved seeing Hex Maniacs. And yet it hadn't worked. The young ghost-loving maniac was not great enough bait. So all that happened was him wandering around in clothes meant for a girl...

But he did look really cute. That much he had to admit. And he was sure that if one of the Ghost Types decided to reach out to him and talk to him, they'd no doubt feel the same way. He had gotten a lot of compliments from other Trainers, as he was happy to sell the goods he had in exchange for compliments. It was why he had bothered to keep this dress on. Because if the living loved him, then the dead had to as well.

The delirium in his eyes had returned, and he swore that he could see something reflected in the mirror. A dark haze that was covering him. But that was strange. He shouldn't be covered in a haze. Should he? At least, he didn't think he should be covered...

By focusing on this haze, Gio completely neglected to notice the finer details of the haze. Namely the sharp eyes within. And the massive grin. But more importantly, how the haze seemed to form a set of hands that were being held outward... No, they weren't being held, they were stretching outward!

Before Gio's very eyes, the ghastly and foggy arms that he had been observing started to materialize in front of him. And just like that, he was pushed back. He was shocked, and yet he was also even more painfully aroused. One of those ghosts had tried to interact with him! Ahhhh!

"I told you, boy..." The voice returned, this time carrying a mildly angry tone. All as the ghastly grin started to widen further, the owner of that cheshire cat-like grin emerged from the mirror as she used her hands to brush through her long purple locks. "You should run away. And yet here you are. Wandering into my arms like an obsessed mess. What kind of creep does that?"

The female ghost that exited the mirror, using the 'darkness' and the 'haze' that had formed around Gio, was a Gengar. Her hair and her grin made that obvious. But she was also dripping with sex appeal. A curvy body that was threatening to burst out of a body suit, and a pair of hips that were begging to be used. She was both terrifying in concept, and attractive in execution...

And here she was. Trying to scare him. Trying to make him experience shame, just because he was this horny for her. The latter obviously didn't work, and neither did the former. If anything, he was even hornier. Gasping and panting as his tongue hung out from his mouth.

"Ghost Type... Gengar... Ehehehehehe, finally..!" Gio gasped as he adjusted himself, kneeling in front of her with his head firmly pressed against the floor. "Please... Please! Please take me, Gengar! I want to be yours! I want to be yours forever and ever!" He cried out in pure delight, hoping that his wishes would translate and be understood. She needed to understand his desire!

The Gengar blinked a few times as she looked at the kid. She didn't exactly understand how he had gotten like this. Nor did she know what to do when confronted with something like him. She had seen a lot of cowardly boys before, most of them having become her victims. That was why she had all those Litwick lined up, leading people to her. And yet he was... He was so damn obsessed...

It was a little off putting. And yet at the same time, she couldn't help but keep grinning. "You'd do anything to be with me, wouldn't you?" So why shouldn't she take advantage of him, if he was this insistent on being with her? Even if he wasn't scared, he was still within her influence...

"Anything! Kill me, tear me apart, eat my dreams, hypnotize me, curse me! Do anything! I'll take it, all for the sake of being with you!" Gio kept on crying out in pure delight. All so he could get what he wanted. He wanted to be with her. Nothing more, nothing less. He just hoped that she would take it.

Gengar laughed as he kept begging for her and suggesting options. Well then. If he was this eager, if he was this willing to throw it all away, then she couldn't just turn his soul into a candle and let the flame lit on top of him drain others' souls so he could mature into a sexy lamp. No, she was going to do something much simpler.

"Eyes up." She said, snapping her fingers. "Don't try anything funny, otherwise I'll throw you out." She made sure that he didn't try anything funny. Which was important, considering what he might do. Maybe he was planning to land a Dusk Ball on her, when she was at her most vulnerable.

But instead, Gio did as she asked. Looking at her while still bowing before her and kneeling down so he was as formal as possible for somebody devoting themselves. He expected to see her face, grinning down at him and telling him that he was pathetic in some fashion.

That was not what he saw. What Gio saw was the fattest ass he had ever gotten the chance to see. And the second after he saw it, he was forced in between the two mounds. Squeezed between two fat mounds that immediately clamped down on him...

He didn't struggle. Why would he try to struggle when he loved every moment of something like this? If this was how the Gengar was going to keep him., then that was just going to be that. He would gladly lick her, clean her, kiss her, anything she wanted..!

"Night Shade."

He didn't get the chance. The last thing that happened to him before he was 'finished off' by the mighty Ghost Type, was having the sound of her dominant voice ring through his ears as she called out her move. Then, everything was deafened out as she pulled off her signature attack.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

The Gengar farted on him. And this was no ordinary fart. This was not the kind of gas that just had a pungent smell. No, these were ghastly fumes that immediately started to infuse themselves into the boy that had devoted everything to those Ghost Types...

Those foul purple fumes. The Ghost Type's influence made manifest. The smell was horrid. But it was perfect for somebody like him. Even though he should be turned away, he felt nothing but delight as it all seeped in. Making his pale complexion grow even paler, as he gasped and panted and had his eyes roll into the back of his head... No, rather... They began to spin, as if they were mesmerized with the Ghost Types...

Bit by bit, more and more of the young man's body changed. Gio's form grew feminine as he huffed more and more of the Night Shade that had been used on him. His shoulders growing narrower and smoother, his hips pressing inward, all while he could feel a bit of swelling between his thighs...

Gio's moans echoed out from Gengar's asscrack, right as his Hex Maniac dress adjusted. Now, the dress was less like a dress and more like a proper shirt and a long set of pants that matched the dress' original appeal, while at the same time being even tighter around the crotch, forming a bulge where there had previously been none.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, prompted as such thanks to the Gengar turning around and forcibly turning him as well, he was able to take in his new self. Gone was Gio, at least visually. All he could see was a boy... A Hex Maniac boy. Though he was overtly feminine, the inches of masculinity were also as evident. And those inches were ready to be used, whenever the Gengar... No, whenever his Mistress wanted him to use them...

"Haaah... Haaaaah... Night... Shade..!"

The Hex Boy cried out as he did his best impression of one of his beloved Ghost Types' attacks. Farting out everything from his old life in the form of foul black smoke, as his eyes took on that purple color that Hex Maniacs were known for. Really making his spiraling irises look so perfect for him. All while he just kept on farting, right up until his bulge grew nice and wet, having orgasmed from farting out his prior life...

Now, he was nothing more than a Hex Boy. His devotion and his obsession had forced him to transform, all thanks to his Mistress' most generous help. And with her by his side, more than willing to use him for her own benefit...

Ehehe... There were going to be so many Hex Boys like him, all devoted to his Mistress...!