Soft_Fuzzy_Man

Cold and windy
Dark and stormy
Let me float your way
Please don't ignore me
What you girls really need's a soft, fuzzy man
(An ambient man)
A trick of the light to love you tonight
You don't understand, there's nothing quite like a soft, fuzzy man

Can't you see me?
Why can't you see me?
I'm all around, all cold and dreamy
What you girls really need's a soft, fuzzy man
(A wisp of smoke man)
To waft over you and cloud up your view
So show me your hands and wave them right through a soft, fuzzy man

Although I have no arms to hold you in a human passion burns within me
I need to feel like I exist
So please baby please baby step into the mist

Don't be nervous
No, don't be nervous
I'm not like other guys who have a surface
What you girls really need's a soft, fuzzy man
(An atmospheric man)
A shimmering puff of indistinct love
What's better than the vague embrace of a soft, fuzzy man?

Who seeps through your thoughts
Who makes you see spots
Who blows through the air
Who plays with your hair
I know it sounds crazy, but once you go hazy, you'll understand
I'm your soft, fuzzy man

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Mike was a singer when he had a physical body. But he perished in a freak heart attack that was unbecoming for his age. However his ghost lingers on, yearning for love and song and dance! Also vore because he's a kinky ghost like that.

OOC: This character is for high energy, bombastic, crazy shenanigans. You can expect a lot of toonishly changing size and shape, dancing and singing, and hopefully an overall good time! This is the first time I've made a character who has...character that is going to be staying in character almost always so...trying something new here!
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It all started with a dream, a figment of the night.
Is that a groaning gut? Something isn't right-

You toss and turn in your bed unable to wake up
An ever growing problem as the spectre begins to take you up

Just a Soft, Fuzzy Man with a smile that could swallow you whole
To your surprise and immenent demise, he'd lick and slurp you up until cheeks were full

This was it. Done in by sleep paralysis and a flamboyant ghost
He'd chew and gnash, gulp and swallow. This was it. You were *toast*~

Eaten alive, completely awake, yet entirely unable to react
To the glam wolf Mike, you were yet another snack
With a drum of his pink-furred gut, he'd let out a belch with little tact
Your life ended in mere moments, you'd not even get your soul back.

It all ended with a dream, a snack at midnight.
That was in fact a gurgling gut. You're now Mike's hips? That sounds just right~

"Were you expecting to find the one who ended the poor Ryla_Kobold here~? Well, you certainly did~ But unless you're her trembling little player, everything that follows isn't really meant for you~ Because you're not really talking to the ghost Mike. Oh believe me, he is very present, exhaustively so, the energy he gained from your girl must have been as invigorating as the inches added to his mass, he absolutely encourages what I'm doing here. He was very eager to get wrapped up in our little game. So keep checking your alt list my dear, because as that list shrinks, the odds of me getting impatient and sending someone after you grows ever higher ~<3"