Luigi: The Ghostbuster
By: Virtualboy2558
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Disclaimer: Super Mario RPG is Copyrights of Nintendo, Square, and Shigeru Miyamoto. Ghostbusters is Copyrights of Columbia Pictures and Ivan Reitman. I do not own, nor profit, from any or all of the characters mentioned.
WARNING: LOOK AT THE DESCRIPTION AT THE BOTTOM BEFORE READING!
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The night kept smoothly going on for the two lovebirds. Luigi was now feeling much more bolder than usual, and had even got around to kissing his date on the cheek without blushing at one point. They ate their dinner while chatting calmly about each other's moments in life. And not once did Luigi feel like regretting this date at all.
By the time Luigi and Valentina were done with their meals, they were stuffed to the throat and unable to eat any more. Valentina rubbed her belly in satisfaction.
"Ahh… I didn't think my stomach could have that much food in one sitting! I look like I just got pregnant!" she said, looking at the tiny bulge in her midsection.
Luigi grunted while adjusting the zipper on his pants. "Oh boy… I feel like I might explode. Hahaha… I don't know how my brother Mario eats this much on a daily basis!"
The same Toad waiter from before came to their table. "Enjoyed everything, I 'ope?" he said.
Luigi nodded. "It was exceptional! Very well-prepared! I give my compliments to the good chef!" Valentina also nodded her head in agreement.
The waiter chuckled. "Thank oo', kind sir. We do well to meet everyone's standards. Do oo' want any dessert for your meal? Or will oo' be paying your bill?"
"We're going to be heading out soon, and I feel I can't eat another bite, so yeah… I guess we'll take care of the expenses," Valentina said. She went to dig in her pocket for her purse, but Luigi told her not to.
"No, it's okay, Valentina… I'll take care of the bill," he explained. "Besides… isn't that real gentleman pay for everything on a first date?" Luigi added with a laugh.
"Oh, yeah… I guess that's true…," Valentina giggled while blushing.
So Luigi went around to giving the exact amount of money for the receipt (which was shockingly hefty… thank goodness for his Mushroom Express credit card, he thought). While the Toad waiter went to withdraw the necessary cash, the entire restaurant's lighting went dim. A voice on loudspeaker called out.
"We're now doing the slow-dance segment for the evening, for all you cute couples out there. If you wish to participate for this event, now is the time to do so…"
Valentina started to jump up and down, her immense bosom bouncing with her. "Ooh! Did you hear that, Luigi? That sounds like fun! Why don't we try doing that before we leave?"
Luigi was heavily blushing. "Umm… maybe another time… I don't feel like dancing right now…," he said nervously. He looked very awkward for some reason.
"Aww… come on, don't be a party-pooper now! A little side-stepping never hurt anyone! It's not like you've never danced before, right Luigi?" Valentina cooed.
But her expression changed when Luigi's eyes looked away, his lips tightening and his blush deepening even more. A sympathetic look crossed her face when she understood his reaction.
"You're… you're serious? You've never danced at all?" she asked incredulously. Luigi felt like he wanted to cry.
"I… I never learned how to…," he mumbled shyly, his words almost unheard by the bubbly girl across from him. He felt like such a wimp for letting his deep, dark secret out without denial.
Valentina slowly got up from her seat and walked around the table until she was in front of him. Luigi looked up at her in fear, thinking that she might laugh at him or slap him. But all she did was lend out a tender hand.
"Come on then… I'll teach you," she calmly said.
His heart racing, Luigi gently took her hand and was pulled up from the table. The pair walked to the dance floor, with Valentina holding his hand in a soft, yet firm grip. They stopped in the middle of the now gathering crowd, who also were participating for the slow-dance. She faced Luigi, looking at him with a friendly smile, and wrapped her hands on his shoulders. The DJ musician, a hip-looking Snifit with blue and yellow checker clothes, pulled out an old album from his selection and placed it on the record player.
At once, a soothing melody began to play, and the dancers were moving in tune to the beat. Valentina gave a whisper in Luigi's ear.
"Follow my lead…"
Like an invisible force, Luigi's legs moved with Valentina's pace. They first started by slowly revolving around the crowd, while swaying their hips from side to side.
"That's right. Just let it go naturally…" she said to her dance partner.
At first, Luigi felt that this might end badly at any moment. But as the music progressed, and the more he moved in time to Valentina's rhythm, the more relaxed and confident he felt in his steps. In no time at all, he had gone from Valentina leading him on the dance floor, to him leading Valentina in his own pattern.
"My, my… you do catch on quickly, do you?" she questioned while smiling. Valentina slowly moved her hands down to Luigi's waist and rested her head on his shoulder. Her chest laid against his own.
Luigi blushed, but continued to keep his footing steady. Her heartbeat felt relaxing to him, while her warm body enveloped his frame. His breathing was very deep, but at a comfortable rate. He snuggled her neck ever so slightly and simply wished that he could hold onto her like this forever…
But good things had to come to an end eventually. The song had finished playing, and the whole restaurant applauded with cheering and clapping as Luigi and Valentina had let go of each other.
"Thanks for the wonderful time, sweetie," she purred while curtseying.
"Anytime, my little flower…," Luigi responded with a bow.
But something felt wrong. For some reason, Luigi felt a coldness in his chest after opening his eyes in confusion. It wasn't like anything he ever felt before, and had seemed to happen just as he removed himself from Valentina. He patted his heart and something wet seeped into his white glove.
Luigi looked down at his front and gasped. His tuxedo was drenched in a white liquid that covered all over. His shirt, his bowtie… even some of his pants were splashed with the stuff. But his attention was averted when he heard Valentina whimpering. Luigi looked up to her and his face went chalk white…
Valentina's front was also wet, but unlike Luigi… the white liquid was constantly dripping from her dress in a steady stream. It seemed that the mysterious substance was pouring out more prominently at her chest, which was now soaked to the bone. The poor girl was staring to shiver, her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Luigi sniffed the liquid and it smelled a lot like…
"Mmmmm… Luigi… H-Help me…," Valentina cried softly. Her tone sounded like she was both in pain and in pleasure, but was mostly pain. And every now and then, she would moan a little, causing more of the liquid to drip from her bosom. A puddle was forming below her, and the people around Valentina were staring in shock and disgust.
Luigi knew that he had to get Valentina out of here. "Come on, let's go right now," he said urgently. He took off his tuxedo shirt, covering Valentina with it, so that the people didn't gawked at her moist front, and the pair ran out the front door of the restaurant.
The Toad waiter called out as they ran. "Wait, sir! Oo' forgot your credit card!"
But the Mario Brother never bothered to look back.
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Meanwhile, back at E. Gadd's, the old Professor was doing some light reading in his bedroom. It was quite a good book; he would chuckle when he got to all the funny parts, was filled with awe when he reached a twist in the story, and let out a few tears whenever he read the sad bits.
When he was done with the book, he let out a long yawn and felt ready for bed. But before he even got into his covers, a loud metallic bang echoed from the outside. E. Gadd jumped from the unexpected sound.
"What in the blazes…?" he asked himself. He looked at his door with suspicion, wondering if that was Luigi crashing into the garage door with the car. But he knew, despite his young cohort's shaky driving skills, that he'd never got himself into a collision once in his life.
Another bang rang out from the outside. Yep, it wasn't Luigi alright, the Professor thought… there's something more sinister going on.
Reaching into his closet, he pulled out his custom-made Poltergust 3001. It had a little more oomph than Luigi's model and, instead of carrying it on his back, E. Gadd could sit on it like a little go-kart while manoeuvring the controls to make it accelerate, stop, turn and suck up ghosts.
"Alright, boys…," the Professor said to no one in particular. He strapped himself onto the rocket-like contraption. "…time for a little round-up."
With a whoosh, E. Gadd barged through his bedroom door, the jet-propelled machine breaking it off its hinges as though they were tin foil. He made the Poltergust squeak to a halt in the middle of his workshop, just as he eyed the air above him with shock.
Ghosts… at least a hundred of them, were all flying above E. Gadd's head. White Big Boos cackled and snarled while they floated around. There were Blue Twirlers that guffawing hysterically as they shook their arms in annoyance. Speedy Spirits were zipping around like they were on a sugar high, making raspberry noises as they zoom across the room. And Garbage Can Ghosts were lumbering around on the floor, munching on the various foods found in E. Gadd's fridge and tossing out the leftovers. Some even puked after eating too much, leaving big puddles of ectoplasm in their wake. And it seemed that all the spooky spectres were coming from the containment unit, which was smoking up as dozens of ghosts poured out from the machine.
A few of the ghosts noticed E. Gadd in the room, and some of them laughed at him.
"Hahaha! Look at the old guy with the crazy vacuum!" giggled a mean-spirited Purple Puncher. "Where'd you dig up that dusty antique? From the thrift shop? Hahaha!"
"Why don't you go back to bed, gramps! It's way past your naptime!" croaked a Grabbing ghost, giving out an ugly grin. "Us ghosts want to live the night in peace without you ghost-catchers ruining our fun!"
"Duh… why don't we stuff 'em in that vacuum of his?" a dopey-looking Garbage Can Ghost claimed, while grinding down a rotten apple in his mouth. "See how he likes being cooped up like the rest of us were? Guh huh huh huh…"
Many of the ghosts agreed with angry jeers. And that's when all of them began to swoop down on the old Professor.
But E. Gadd wasn't really worried. With a look of determination, the old man revved up his Poltergust and let the nozzle fly, sucking up the spirits with ease. The ghosts screamed as they fell into the bag of the vacuum, trying desperately to claw back out again. A Bowling Ghost aimed its ball towards the Professor, hoping to knock him out. But E. Gadd swivelled around at the right moment, and the ghostly bowling ball was gobbled up, along with its owner. The same Purple Puncher who called the Poltergust an antique rushed in to deliver a right-hook to the Professor's head. But she too was sucked into the gaping depths of the hose without mercy.
But E. Gadd knew he was fighting a losing battle. More ghosts kept escaping the containment unit, no matter how many he sucked up. It was like trying to dump out water from a sinking boat. And the gauge on his Poltergust was rapidly climbing to its full state.
Hitting the gas, E. Gadd rocketed to the front door, swiping Luigi's Poltergust in the process, and sped onto the road into the night. The ghosts cackled, cheering for their apparent victory, and celebrated by continued to make a mess of E. Gadd's business.
"I got to find young Luigi!" E. Gadd told himself in worry. "The Mushroom Kingdom is at stake! He's the one who can put a stop to this!"
/
Luigi and Valentina didn't bother to go back to their car. Instead, the Mario Brother took the decision of checking into a run-down hotel building for their privacy. The poor bubbly girl was still leaking out milk from her bosom at an unceasing rate. She tried her best to cover her mess, but to no avail.
The Toad clerk received the surprise of his life when he saw the pair come in, with Valentina's once magnificent dress covered in her bodily fluids.
"Well don't just stand there!" Luigi yelled angrily to the dazed clerk. "Give us a room!"
"Uh… uh, okay," the Toad nervously replied, pulling out a key with his shaking hand and giving it to Luigi. "I-I-I guess you d-don't have time to pay n-now. That's o-okay… It's f-free of ch-charge."
Luigi then grabbed Valentina and lifted her off her feet, not bothered by her sopping wet body. He climbed up the stairs until they've reached the third floor of the building, and only set Valentina down for a moment while Luigi scrambled to get the lock to their room opened. He grabbed his partner again, rushed inside, and laid Valentina down on the living room couch while he went into the kitchen for some dry towels.
"Ohhhh… What's happening to me, Luigi? Why can't I stop them from leaking?" the distraught girl cried. She tried again to cover up her lactation by pressing her hands to her bosom, but it only caused more pressure to build up and seep more milk through her fingers.
"Don't panic! Just try to stop it the best way you can!" Luigi called out. He rummaged around until he finally found some dish cloths, and ran back up to help Valentina.
"Hold still. I'll try wiping most of it out," he explained.
"O-Okay…," she whimpered.
Valentina stuck out her chest, and Luigi pressed the towels on her to absorb the liquid. For a moment, the lactation seemed to stop… but then came back as the cloths filled up too quickly with milk.
"It didn't work! I'm still leaking!" Valentina cried. Her face trembled with tears in her eyes, while she let out a forced moan from her lips. Luigi didn't felt like giving up just yet.
"Hold on, I'll go and see if they have any spare bed sheets." He ran into the bedroom to look for some blankets, and founded some deep inside a closet. He rushed back to Valentina and covered her with the fabrics by wrapping her bosom around with them.
"There… is that any better?" Luigi asked.
Valentina could feel her liquids filling up the sheets, but this time no leaking occurred. She tightened the blankets to keep herself warm, and gave Luigi a meek smile.
"Thanks, L-Luigi," she sniffed. She hiccupped while trying to wipe the tears from her mysterious green eyes. "That was so embarrassing… I mean, everyone looked at me… and not in a good way either." She looked sadly at her formidable chest, as though there was a horrible curse on them.
"I never had that problem before… There was so much coming out… sniff… I must have looked like an under-milked cow!" Her eyes began to water again, with her lips trembling in shame. Luigi had heard enough, and he went to give her a warm sympathetic hug.
"Now, now… don't go blaming yourself," whispered Luigi. He lifted up her chin and looked into her green eyes reassuringly. "Whatever it is that's happening to you… I'll find a way to fix it. I promise…"
Valentina hiccupped again, and gave another smile to her hero. "Thanks Luigi…" she sighed happily. "I wouldn't have known what to do without you…" She gave a loving kiss on his cheek and, right on cue, Luigi blushed while giving a light laugh.
"You're welcome…"
At this point, she clenched her emerald eyes, as yet another tiny moan squealed out of the bouncing beauty's lips. Valentina looked at her friend. "Sigh… I wish they'd stop making me do that… it's just that they're so tender, I can't help but feel aroused from the slightest touch." She clasped a hand to her bosom, and her face tingled bright red. She held back her voice from the extreme sensitivity.
Luigi felt a little uncomfortable of seeing his girlfriend fondling herself. "Maybe you should try to not touch them so often?" he asked.
Valentina laughed. "Maybe… but I really have to admit that it does feel so… 'good'…" She poked her wrapped chest slightly, causing her to gasp in pleasure. "I… I just wished that I didn't squirt milk every time I do it!"
Luigi felt his face get hot. "Uh… well… why don't you try to occupy yourself by watching some TV? I'll see if they have any food around here…" He got up and went to the kitchen. His voice called out. "And try to not touch your chest while I'm gone!"
He checked the refrigerator and his face cringed in disgust.
"Ewwww… they have mouldy cheese in here…," he claimed, almost gagging. "That's just wrong! What kind of hotel service has rotten food in their pantry?"
While Luigi was complaining about the quality of their rations, Valentina went to find the remote and turned on the television. She tried to not think about the aching sensitivity of her bosom while she channel-surfed. She paused to watch an old sitcom, which was about two brothers from the Mushroom Kingdom living in real world Brooklyn.
"Hey, Johnny! That's not how you mop the floor, you mook!" the disgruntled Toad brother shouted.
"Really? Well, what if I do this then?" The one named Johnny went and clonked his brother on the head with the handle. The audience laughed.
"OW! What was that for, lug head?"
"For calling me a mook, you mook!" There was laughter again. Johnny hit the Toad with the mop a second time. "And that's for calling me a lug head, lug head!" More laughter. "If I were you, I wouldn't go around calling you names, would I?" The audience laughed once more and cheered.
Valentina was giggling the whole time. She always liked watching comedy shows like this. But at that moment, she turned her attention from the TV to herself, as she felt an itch starting to develop in her soggy bra. She clenched her teeth, trying to ignore the thought of scratching her chest.
"Ugh… It's so irritating…," she thought to herself. "But if I scratch, Luigi might see me and tell me to stop…" Her itchiness was becoming too much to bear, and she began to reconsider. "On the other hand… if I just scratch myself just for a second, I wouldn't arouse myself for long… yeah… I'll just relieve my itch just a bit and be done with it."
With that assuring idea, Valentina dug inside her blankets and commenced scratching. And not long after, that familiar euphoric feeling began to engulf her. It was a struggle to keep her mouth closed, while her sensual sounds raised from her throat. She scratched herself for a good 5 seconds.
"Ah… much better… now I can stop touching my chest…," she said in her mind. Her heart was beating wildly from all the bliss she felt… and something inside her desired more for it. "…or… I could just rub myself for a while… just to get it out of my system…"
Valentina went and pressed her hands against her bosom. Her arousal returned again, and began to climb the longer she cupped her chest. Her toes were clenching from the ecstasy she was feeling, and her green eyes opened wide.
"Ohhhhh… Mmmmmm! Ughhhh…" The bubbly girl was trying to keep her excessive moaning to a minimum, but the sensitivity was proving too great to handle. Her body shook and arched on the couch, every moment feeling so fantastic. Finally, she couldn't take the strain anymore and just groaned loudly.
Her bed sheets flew off her body as her milk production spiked, releasing a fire hose stream of her liquids from both mammaries. The sheets hit the wall with a wet "SPLASH!" and they peeled down to the floor.
Luigi ran into the living room in a flash. "What the heck is going… oh… my… stars…" His voice hushed, unable to finish his sentence.
He stood watching as Valentina laid sagging on the sofa, her dress ripped up and her bra apparently long gone, leaving only her top half completely exposed. She was breathing heavy with a red face, while her bosom was twitching as though it was a live animal. Both of her prominent nipples were big and swollen, looking ready to burst . And the proximity of the whole couch was soaked head to toe with her milk.
Valentina opened a bleary eye, saw Luigi looking at her, and then saw herself naked from the waist up. A hard blush hit her face as she tried to cover her chest with her arms, but again caused more excitement within her and more of her liquids to come out.
"Ohhhh… No! This isn't what it looks like Luigi! I… I've had an itch and… well… I tried hard not to touch it but… I… I guess it got out of hand…," she said with a defeated tone.
She looked away from Luigi, feeling so ashamed of losing control of herself. Luigi just stood there silent the whole time, unable to comprehend what happened.
"Great… now he'll hate me for not listening to him…," she sobbed quietly. Valentina's tears dripped down her face and onto her bosom, making her tingle just a bit. Her shame deepened. "…I don't deserve to be with him… sniff…"
Her sorrow continued like that for the longest time. And then… she was surprised when two arms appeared underneath her armpits… wrapping around her middle… and squeezed her lovingly. She made a glance at her shoulder… and sees Luigi hugging her from behind.
"Wha… what are you doing? I… I thought you wouldn't want… sniff… to see me again after I disobeyed you…," Valentina asked. Her voice sounded so sad, that that only made Luigi's hug even tighter.
"Now why would I do such a thing like that?" Luigi questioned her. His tone wasn't angry nor shy… it sounded very concerning.
"But… but you told me not to touch myself… but I went and did it anyway…," she said with confusion. "Aren't… aren't you mad at me?"
Luigi looked at her with such sympathy. "Of course I'm not mad… What good would that do? Besides, you never got angry at me when I make a mistake, did you?"
"No… but what do you…?" she started, but Luigi hushed her gently.
"Shh… Look… There's no reason to feel sorry for yourself. I'm a human being, and so are you. And human beings simply make mistakes sometimes. That's just how it is." He gave her an affectionate kiss on her pink head. "I love you, no matter what you do… because I love you for who you are, Valentina…"
Valentina slowly turned herself around and looked at Luigi with amazement. "R-Really? Y-You still love me?" her voice trembled in awe.
Luigi gave her a true happy smile and nodded, "Yes".
Valentina grabbed Luigi and hugged him, smiling joyfully. "Oh Luigi… I love you too! You make me feel so happy!" she cried. Her naked chest pressed up onto Luigi, and made her arousal rise again, but she didn't care… She was just fine cuddling with her lover.
They broke apart after some time, and both Valentina and Luigi looked at each other with embarrassing grins. Luigi's front was drenched again, and Valentina's bosom was still lactating.
"So… um… I guess I need a new set of dry clothes now," Luigi chuckled, his face red.
"I guess I do too…," Valentina giggled a little. "But… I am wondering… don't you usually get uncomfortable when you see me naked?"
Luigi looked at his girlfriend, and then at her chest. "Well… yeah… but I guess I somehow got use to them now… heck, I think I've saw you naked way more than I've seen you fully clothed…" He didn't take his eyes off of her bosom.
"So… what you're say is…," she slowly asked. She couldn't believe of his calm demeanour. "…that you don't mind seeing me like this? Even for the whole night?"
Luigi looked back to her face, and shook his head. Valentina, again… was shocked.
"Wow… I never knew that you've became so desensitized of my… well, you know…," she laughed light-heartedly. "…well… okay… if that's what you want…" She let out her old smile again.
/
E. Gadd was panicking. During his trip to find Luigi, the old man got lost on the open road while searching for The Grand Shroom restaurant. He checked the glove compartment of his Poltergust 3001, pulling out and unfolding a large map of the Mushroom World to pinpoint his exact destination. Apparently, he was in a place called "Tadpole Pond".
While the Professor was reading the map, a noise that sounded like rustling leaves came at his direction. The noise frightened E. Gadd, and he twist so suddenly that it was unbelievable the old man had those kinds of reflexes at his age.
He was then introduced to and greeted by an old anthropomorphic frog, with a long white beard and moustache. In his webbed hand was a cup of what seemed like herbal tea mixed with a few flies.
"Good even, neighbour," Frogfucius said politely. He took a sip from his tea. "Where you off to at this late hour?"
Seeing that this creature was friendly, E. Gadd relaxed his posture and hopped off his Poltergust. "Good evening to you, too… um… you wouldn't happen to know where Rose Town is, do you?" he asked. He showed his map to Frogfucius, and the two senior citizens examined it. "You see, I'm trying to reach this swinging new joint called The Grand Shroom… but I can't seem to locate it…"
"Ah… I see," Frogfucius speculated. He left his eyes on the map and pointed out in a certain direction of the area. "You head out right, south east from here… keep travelling until you reach a fork in the road and take a right. That'll take you to the outskirts of Rose Town, and where you'll find the restaurant."
E. Gadd smiled and nodded with understanding. "Marvellous! Thanks so much for your help, Mister… um…"
"Frogfucius," the old frog said. "My name is Frogfucius…"
E. Gadd nodded again. "Good… Thanks for your assistance, Mr. Frogfucius. Have a good evening!"
The old man hopped back on his Poltergust and accelerated away on the highway road. Frogfucius watched the Professor disappear and took another sip from his tea.
"And good luck on your trip too, Mr. Elvin Gadd. May the stars shine on you…"
The old frog turned back to Tadpole Pond to get some goodnight's rest.
/
In the Mushroom Kingdom, yet to be known by its citizens… a sinister swirl began to form and was now hovering over the Mushroom Castle.
An even more sinister laugh filled the air, as a pair of glowing red eyes looked down at the landscape…
"Hahaha… soon… all will bow down to me… and all will perish at my feet! There will be a new era dawning… and I shall rule it! And all will remember my name… as the one who will slay that insignificant Mario Brother, Luigi!"
/
Luigi was making some popcorn in the microwave. It was the only food within their room that wasn't spoiled or past its expiration date. He was getting out some bowls when he noticed Valentina came into the kitchen. She had stripped out of her dress and was now completely nude. Her large bosom still kept dripping her milk onto the floor… but really, it didn't make a big difference since the carpet needed cleaning anyway.
The bouncing beauty flashed a smile. "Is it almost ready, hon? The movie will start pretty soon," she claimed.
"It's almost ready… Just wait for me on the couch and I'll be there in a few," said Luigi.
"Okay," Valentina nodded and went back in the living room.
It was a few minutes later when Luigi came back with a bowl full of popcorn. He slid himself beside Valentina, who scooted herself closer to her love and rested her head on his shoulder. The movie they were about to watch had started playing. It began with a little exciting car chase scene, with the robbers zooming away in their vintage automobile and the cops hot on their trail.
"Sigh… I love these old films," Valentina said. She looked at her partner with a cute expression. "It's like being in a time machine and looking into the past."
Luigi nodded in agreement. He looked at her relaxed state and put an arm over her, a content look on his face. Valentina gave a smirk.
"Heehee… last time you tried doing that, you thought I was going to bite your head off. Remember that?"
"Yeah, I do," Luigi chuckled. He thought back and couldn't believe it was that long ago. The old Luigi was totally paranoid and very overwhelmed when he first met Valentina. If he still was his old self, he could bet his lucky stars that he wouldn't even dream of going out on a date with her. But now… here he was, feeling all so calm and comfortable, sitting with the girl he loves.
The car chase kept on going, the band of getaways were now racing their vehicle downtown, crashing into a fruit stand but still kept moving.
"Oh darn… I forgot to get something to drink," Luigi groaned, slapping his head while holding out his empty glass.
Valentina giggled and lend her hand out. "Here… I'll take care of that," she purred. She took Luigi's glass while he gave out a confused look… and the Mario Brother raised both eyes as he saw Valentina put the glass to her bosom and squeezed her bulky nipple. She let out a stream of milk that filled the glass until it was almost to the top. With a small aroused moan, she let go of her nipple and handed the now full glass back to Luigi. Luigi looked at her blushing form.
"Go ahead… It's just milk, Luigi," Valentina cooed. "No different than what the cows put in your cereal every morning. I promise to you that I'm clean."
Luigi sniffed his drink and took an experimental sip. He smacked his lips while her warm milk settled in his belly. She was right, he thought… it did taste no different than the dairy milk he has every day, if not a little sweeter than the normal kind. And there was a very lively aftertaste afterwards.
"Not bad… It's quite a unique flavour," he explained. "To think… if we had married, I would never have to worry about running out, because I'd have a constant supply," he added while laughing. That made Valentina laugh also.
"Hahaha… I'm glad you like my 'natural' flavour, then!" she smiled. She curled herself into Luigi's lap with a snuggle, her enormous bosom softly squishing his legs. She purred in happiness while Luigi patted her pink hair absentmindedly.
The robbers have now abandoned their vehicle and were running on foot. They ran through a river with their stolen loot, while the police were driving beside the stream in the hopes to cut the criminals off.
"Say… Luigi, honey?" Valentina asked. Her gleaming green eyes looked deeply into Luigi's with intense passion. "Would it be okay if you could rub my belly? Pretty please?"
"Um, okay…," was his response. Removing them from her hair, Luigi put his gloved hands on her well-toned abdomen and stroked across it. The bubbly girl sighed with comfort.
"Mmmm… I never realized you've had such a gentle touch, Luigi…," she said. "And you and Mario usually have to deal with the rough and dirty from time to time! What's your secret?"
Luigi shrugged. "No secret really… I just have very steady hands. And catching ghosts really helps with that."
"Interesting…" Valentina said thoughtfully. He caressed her shapely curves, almost seemingly to enjoying the experience as much as she was, if not more. He kept on stroking her smooth, flat stomach, feeling the warmth of her flawless skin passing onto his fingers. For one second, Luigi's arm unintentionally grazed the side of her breast, and caused her to mew from the sensitivity.
"Ooooh… careful there, Luigi. You know how tender these are," Valentina panted, after she stood upright again. She watched as her sensitive love-pillows pulsated lightly on their own accord. Her bulked-up nipples tightly stood erect, thicker than pencils. Both of her mammaries were now incredibly perky and ripe, so much so that they appeared to defy gravity despite how big and heavy they looked. Her breasts continued to throb without rest, looking very powerful and muscle-bound to the eyes. They were so highly awe-inspiring, that Valentina and Luigi both continued to fixate their eyes at them and forgotten their movie entirely.
Valentina was the first to look away from the hypnotic presence of her bosom. "Man… I couldn't stop looking at them! It's like a spell came over me!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure you felt the same way too, right Luigi? Luigi? Uh… Luigi, dear?"
Luigi was still staring at her chest, unable to keep staring from them. His mouth was gaping slightly open, while his eyes had a blank, lifeless glaze. He looked strikingly like a zombie that watched too many TV programs. Valentina waved her hands in front of him, snapping her fingers, and even splashed his cup of milk into his face… but he continued to have that cold, icy stare.
"Luigi? Luigi? Wake up, Luigi!" Valentina cried. Then it hit her… it was her bosom. It was hypnotizing the Mario Brother within its sights. With quick thinking, she pulled out one of the couch pillows that she sat on and covered her torso from Luigi's vision. She then proceeded to shaking him conscious.
"Wake up, honey! Please wake up! Please… come on… come back to me now," she pleaded, shaking both shoulders. After a minute, Luigi blinked from his staring and shook his head.
"Ugh… what happened…" he said groggily, while in his loopy daze.
"Oh… thank goodness, Luigi! You scared me half to death! You were so entranced, I thought I had to slap you to your senses!"
"What? What now?" Luigi asked in confusion.
Valentina sighed. "You couldn't stop staring at my breasts, Luigi! It was like they were hypnotizing you, and I don't know why!" She looked at the place where her chest was concealed by the couch pillow. "I need to find some clothes, so I don't end up influencing anyone else!"
At that moment, she suddenly grunted as she felt her bosom throbbing again… this time more powerfully than before. She tried to keep herself covered, but for some reason she lost all motor skills in arms. They flopped to her sides, while her mammoth chest quivered and ached.
"Luigi! Close your eyes! Don't look at me whatever you do!" she shouted.
"But why…?"
"JUST DO IT FOR ME, PLEASE!" hollered Valentina, while she fought to control her body. Luigi gulped and looked away like he was told.
Valentina let out a hard moan and dropped to the floor, her whole body totally losing her functionality on everything. She quaked and shivered like she was having a psychotic seizure. Her hands, arms, legs, feet… pretty much every muscle in her system was clenching tightly. Her back arched in the air many times, making her look like a rag doll. Her breathing was a series of sharp gasps and moans as every inch of her skin felt like it was burning and freezing at the same time. Her tremendous breasts were trembling and pounding mightily, as though they were living savage beasts. They throbbed and wobbled on their own, seeming desperate to leave her body.
As she watched, she could see that her already formidable chest was beginning to grow. Each breast stretched out, flopped on the ground, and stretched even further to the ceiling, gaining more mass as her milk production spiked at an alarming rate. Her monstrous nipples filled out and grew longer with each passing second, developing obscene veins all across the tips. She groaning heavily, tightening her brightly glowing green eyes, as her chest expanded with loud groaning and rumbling, both now at the size of the couch she only sat in a minute ago.
Luigi could hear her girlfriend in pain as he kept his eyes closed. He had to help her somehow… but how can he do that without seeing where he was going? What was happening to her right now? And he knew the longer he stood idly, the worse the effects are causing Valentina to suffer.
He listened to the cries of the girl in front of him, not daring to use his vision. He somehow managed to cling onto Valentina by her hand, which felt so intense within his grasp.
"Gaaahhhh! Ah… ahh… ahhhhh… L… L-Luigi… Mmmm! H-Help… ughhhh… m-me!" she stuttered breathlessly. Her facial expressions and speech were the only bodily functions she could control now. Her breasts groaned heavily, now each were even taller than Luigi himself. And they only continued to get bigger and bigger…
Luigi clung to her hand to relax her. "D-Don't worry, Valentina! E-Everything's going to be okay!" He felt around for her head and patted it lovingly. Valentina struggled to keep her smile. Despite all chaos, her beloved was still able to keep it together.
"L-Luigi… I'm… I'm s-scared… Ohhhh!" The behemoth form of her bosom had finally hit the ceiling, and began pushing down Valentina to the floor as they started filling the room.
"I am too…" Luigi cried. "But I'm not going anywhere! I'm still gonna stay with you no matter what, okay?" He blindly kissed her forehead.
Suddenly, a loud bang came into the room, and Luigi opened his eyes for a moment to see the front door…
It was E. Gadd, with his trusty Poltergust 3001 standing on the broken, hinge-free door. The old man had a fiery gleam from the thick-lenses of his glasses.
"Stand aside, son! I'll take care of this!" he chirped. Luigi backed away while he watched his colleague do his work. Pulling out the nozzle, the Professor cranked the power to full force and the vacuum roared with suction.
A smoky mist was escaping from the inside of Valentina's body. With each moment from the power the Poltergust emitted, the smog started to take shape, until finally… POP! Two white Boos flew out of Valentina's chest, screeching like angry birds before being swallowed by the vacuum. Luigi was awed by the fact that his girlfriend's transformation was caused by two mere ghostly spectres. But it was far from over…
E. Gadd kept the machine to its maximum, sucking up more spooks out of Valentina. The ghouls all screeched before meeting their demise. The Professor must have sucked up at least 20 or 30 of the ghastly spooks. But the gauge loudly beeped that the space limit of the Poltergust was almost reaching its end. So E. Gadd "gave up the ghost" and turned the vacuum off.
A few more Boos were separated from the bouncing beauty before the Poltergust lost its suction. They made an aggravated laugh before flying out the window and into the night.
Like a balloon, Valentina's chest deflated slowly back to its old size, while her seizure-like movements ceased. She now laid on the floor, panting with exhaustion. Luigi came to her aid with a swoosh and lifted her limp body up.
"Oh… oh man… Valentina, are you okay?" he asked nervously. He cradled her like she was his newborn.
The bubbly girl opened her dazed eyes, which were now back to her baby-blues for the moment, and smiled at her boyfriend. "Yes… I'm fine," she whispered weakly. She coughed a few times as Luigi sat on the bed, with her shivering form in his arms. "I feel much better now…"
Luigi simply smiled and just clung to her like a teddy bear, which was ironic since Valentina was usually the one who hugged him like that. But their intimate moment was interrupted by a loud "ahem" from across the room.
"Enough of the love-fest for the meantime, there's plenty of that for later… we mustn't dilly-dally now!" E. Gadd said urgently. "We're all in serious mortal danger!"
Luigi perked his ears up. "What do you mean, Professor?" he asked curiously. "Or for that matter… how did you even know we were here?"
"The employees at The Grand Shroom told me you two had skedaddled to who know where… they only told me after I threatened to wipe their faces off with the Poltergust turbo feature," E. Gadd explained gruffly. The old man had a look of confusion for a second. "My only clue was a trail of some dairy fluid that splashed down the busy streets… until it led me to this here hotel."
Valentina blushed hard. "Um… I think that was… my doing, Professor…," she said hesitantly. Again she tried to cover herself in modesty, but it was hard to do that when her arms were still weak from her recent ghostly possession.
"Um… Professor…" Luigi noticed his girlfriend was feeling shy of her indecent exposure. "Can you at least give us some time so that Valentina could get ready?"
"We have no time, dear boy!" E. Gadd spoke impatiently. "Time is of the essence!"
"But sir… haven't you noticed that she's not wearing anything?" Luigi asked incredulously.
E. Gadd stopped for a moment to clean his glasses and looked at Valentina. He gazed from her embarrassed face, to her prominent bosom, to her other "unmentionables" and finally to her feet. The Professor only gave a slight raise of his eyebrows before replying.
"Yes, they look lovely dear…," he said to Valentina. His assertive tone came back. "Alright then… get yourself fully pampered, and don't dawdle! Luigi, get this on… and no excuses!" He dropped the spare Poltergust at Luigi's feet. "We need to get back to the E. Gadd 1 Spectre Vehicle posthaste!"
"But why though? What's going on?" Valentina asked while she looked for a housecoat and some shoes in the closet.
E. Gadd sighed in exasperation and, with a flick on his vacuum nozzle, sucked the TV remote to his direction to change the channel. "Here… look at Channel 12. That'll explain everything without me having to ramble on about it," he said irritably.
Luigi and Valentina watched as a young Toad news reporter came into view on television. She was wearing a brown coat, blue pants and white shirt for her attire, and had red locks flowing down her shroom cap.
"Good evening, folks. I'm Cindy Cue T., coming to you live here in the Mushroom Kingdom. As you can see… GASP!" The news reporter was cut off shortly when a nasty Boo thrust its chilling face into her. Cindy watched stunned, while the Boo laughed at her frightened look before flying away. "Umm… as… as I said… as you can see… there are ghosts r-rampaging all around the district and c-causing public disturbances… especially near here at Mushroom Castle…"
Luigi's eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. From where he could see in the background, there were crowds of spooks and spectres of all kinds vandalizing the area. From Speedy Spirits screeching into peoples homes and causing scares, to Purple Punchers beating the snot out of trash cans, spilling out sewage from its contents, and to even large swarms of harmless Blue and Purple Mice spreading out on the streets, chasing panicking bystanders on their way.
"The appearances of these mystical supernatural phenomenon had only appeared just an hour ago… And as you will see in this footage… they are not just here to cause mischief, as a group of Boos had constructed this message earlier tonight."
The camera showed a video above the rooftops of Mushroom Kingdom through the means of a news chopper. A gang of Boos, as Cindy had mentioned, were holding out a large stained bed sheet, chuckled to the sky, and stretched it out so the camera could see. Both Valentina and Luigi gasped as they saw what was written on the fabric.
In messy and misspelled words, the bed sheets made a message saying, "BRING US LUIGI! OR MUSHROOM KINGDOM WILL FALL! BWAHAHAHA!"
Luigi had saw enough. He grabbed his Poltergust from the floor and strapped it to his back. And with a flick of a switch, he turned on it on with a steely look on his face.
"Hope you're ready, Valentina," Luigi said with squinting eyes. "Because tonight… we're gonna bust up some ghosts…"
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(End of Part 2)