Before the events of James bringing Ben over, Chester was fairly new to being a ghost. He just passed away a year and a half ago and has only been able to cross back over from the other side once. The first time he crossed back over was excruciating; the sensation of his very essence being flambeed while crossing the barrier was almost incomprehensible, but he knew the rewards would easily outweigh the pain. In the short thirty minutes he was back in the land of the living, Chester learned he could fly, phase through objects, and talk to living anthro. In fact, his first, and very brief, talk was with none other than his nephew, James. The look that the young, portly, white-furred hamster made when seeing his dead uncle seemingly pop into existence from nowhere was hilarious to Chester. The talk was mostly just Chester trying to calm James down, which ate up most of Chester's time before he felt the pull. The pull that would force him back to his proper side. It was similar to a tractor beam and was impossible to break out of too. 

        Now, Chester was back in the land of the dead. It was a vast, flat wasteland with a black, gelatinous barrier all around it as far as the eye could see in all directions, but it wasn't infinite, and he was at the barrier. The barrier that took him the whole time he was dead to walk to. To make matters worse, Chester never saw another anthro there, even during his entire trek. Maybe he was in purgatory, or maybe this was his personal hell; it could just be how it is universally, but in the end, it didn't matter. All options sucked. He stares at the gelatinous barrier that just birthed him back into this wasteland, a little thankful it didn't launch him away, though it did sap his strength. Now all he had to do was wait for his strength to return and push through again. 

        Months passed, and Chester felt he was back to full strength. He stares with determination at the barrier and says, "Hang on, Jimmy, Uncle Chester is coming back!" Before pushing back through the burning, black gel while screaming in utter agony. He kept pushing through the thick void until he was finally back on the living side, right in Jimmy's bedroom again. He wasn't sure if the spot was pure luck or something to do with him, but he was grateful it seemed like a possible return point. He was about to greet his nephew, but saw the kid wasn't there. Chester looks at the computer that's left on and sees that the time is a little after four. "Hmm, maybe doing after-school stuff. He checks the day and sees it's Sunday. "Or just out of the house," Chester concludes with a bit of disappointment. However, he shakes off the feeling and decides to explore the house while he can. He walks through the closed bedroom door and hears the shower running in the bathroom right across the hall. Chester mischievously smiles and walks through the bathroom door. He looks through the shower curtain on the side furthest from the shower head and sees his younger brother, Jack, washing his fur clean with his back to him. 

        The late-thirties, dark-grey-furred hamster was in better shape than Chester was when he was alive. His bubble butt and nice pair of nuts hanging under it were giving Chester a nice view. Chester keeps watching his unaware brother as Jack reaches down between his legs. Chester could only see the back of Jack from this angle, but he could tell from Jack's stance and the motion of his arm that he knew what the living hamster was up to. Chester is salivating as he watches his younger brother begin to jerk off, but the moment ends quickly as Jack stops himself, saying, "Never mind." Jack stops the water and gets out of the shower. He dries himself off with a towel and throws his robe on before leaving the bathroom as Chester follows him to the main bedroom. Jack looks at the time the digital clock reads on his nightstand and says, "Twenty-minute nap before James is home." He slides off his robe and practically flops his back on the bed before shortly passing out.

        "Little Jackie must be tired," Chester reasons as he stares at his little brother's sleeping face pointing at the ceiling. The idea of possession has been lingering in his mind ever since he was pulled back after his first visit, and now it seems he has the perfect chance to try. He touches Jack's firm body, but he couldn't phase into it. He pushes with gentle firmness, but the flesh doesn't yield. "So I can't phase into bodies, huh?" Chester notes before thinking of a different strategy. "Hmm, what about holes?" Chester moves in closer to Jack's sleeping mouth, which is slightly open, and gently puts his hand inside. His heart would be racing if he had one as he becomes worried about choking his little brother, but the hamster seems alright for now. Chester puts his other hand into Jack's sleeping gullet and feels the rest of himself sliding into Jack's mouth and down his throat. The more Chester slides in, the wider Jack's mouth becomes as wet sucking sounds begin to fill the room. The sounds grow louder until the last of Chester slides down inside Jack with his mouth snapping shut. His body convulses a bit before calming down as Chester settles in.

        "Oh~" Jack groans in his sleep with a confused expression forming on his face. He begins sliding up and down while moving his hands all over himself. His confused expression shifts to arousal as his breathing changes and cheeks blush. His legs spread while lifting as if he were being fucked. His cock begins to inflate until it is throbbing hard with precum drizzling from the top. "Mmm, deeper~" Jack moans before letting out a sharp gasp as he gets startled awake. He looks down at his dick while biting his bottom lip, trying to resist the impending moment, but it was too much pressure. "FUCK~" Jack yells as he begins bucking his hips as his hamster cock begins spurting ropes of his seed all over himself wildly, painting his torso and lower face. In mere seconds, Jack's bed was drenched in sweat as his body was covered in cum. He keeps panting with his body lying flat again, trying to get himself together. He finally catches his breath. "What the fuck was that?!" Jack questions what his body just did.

        "Seems like you needed a good dream, Little Jackie," Chester says inside Jack's head.

        Jack looks around in fear after hearing his older brother's dead voice. "C-C-Chester?! You died! How is this possible?!" Jack questions, wondering if he's gone insane.

        "I'm back! And saw you were going to take care of your needs, but then you stopped, so I helped you out. It's what a good older brother does," Chester explains while verbally patting himself on the back.

        "Wait?! You did this?!" Jack yells, feeling mortified that he was forced to orgasm, and by his own brother. "Get out of me, now!" Jack demands.

        "Nah, I think I'll stay," Chester playfully retorts before thoughtfully saying, "Actually..."

        "Actually, what? What-" Jack feels immense pressure beginning to form in his head. "NGH!" Jack grimaces as he grabs his head. "W-W-What are you doing?!" Jack desperately asks. 

        "I think I'll play daddy for a little while," Chester says before laughing deviously. 

        "N-No! Y-Y-You can't!" Jack struggles to say as he starts rolling left and right on his bed.

        "I'm sure Jimmy will love what I got planned!" Chester mocks Jack, toying with him as he feels himself overtaking his little brother's body.

        "No! I won't let you go near him!" Jack growls defiantly, but it was futile as his body began contorting into different poses with different, wacky expressions forming on his face with each new pose. He grunts, snarls, heaves, and squeaks until the last of his will is depleted and he makes one final, desperate yell at the ceiling, saying, "James!" Before passing out and going limp on the bed. Jack opens his now glowing blue eyes and looks down at his cum-covered torso with a smug look. "Thanks for letting me use your body, Little Jackie," Chester mocks in Jack's voice. 

        Chester rolls off the stained bed and goes back to the bathroom, quickly showering off the cum in his fur before rummaging through the mirror-cabinet above the sink. "Ah, perfect!" Chester says with satisfaction as he looks at the bottle of prescribed sleeping pills in his hand. He goes back to the bedroom with the pills and tosses them on the bed before going to the closet and getting dressed in some cargo shorts and a black, metal band t-shirt. He grabs the pills, quickly goes downstairs, then goes into the kitchen and makes a glass of juice from the bottle he pulled from the fridge. He reads the bottle of pills and pops the lid before dropping two pills into a bowl. He crushes the pills into a fine powder, dumps them into the glass of juice, and mixes them thoroughly. Just as he finishes putting the bottle of juice back in the fridge, James enters the home. 

        "Dad~ I'm home~," James announces as he kicks off his shoes before walking to the kitchen, his thighs rubbing his tight jeans' fabric together. He enters the kitchen and is startled to see his dad just standing there silently. "Gah! Dad?! You scared me to death!" James cries as he looks at his dad with his hand on the blue t-shirt over his heart. 

        Chester starts laughing and says, "Sorry, Ji-James, I was somewhere else. How was it?" Chester has no idea where James went or why, so asking as vaguely as possible seemed like the best move. 

        "The park? Uhh, fine, I guess," James answers, a little confused about why his dad would ask now when he never cared before. He was also wondering why his dad laughed like Uncle Chester, and he noticed his dad almost called him Jimmy, which he never does. His dad is very strict about calling others by their birth names, maybe because Uncle Chester was the only one to give nicknames in the family. He shrugs off the weird vibes and sees the glass of juice, making him realize just how thirsty he was. "Oh, juice sounds good! Is there more left?" James asks, hoping the answer is yes.

        "No need, this is yours," Chester offers the glass of juice to James. He sees the confused, hesitant look James is making. "I'm not playing, James, have it," Chester politely offers the glass. He watches James take it slowly. 

        "Thanks, Dad," James says with a smile. Usually, his dad is strict, making him get his own drink and stuff, trying to teach him independence. 

        Chester did see that from time to time when visiting the family, while he was still breathing, and he knew it was because of their strict upbringing. He shrugs it off and says, "How about pizza for dinner?"

        "Yeah~!" James agrees with excitement.

        "But only after you finish that glass of juice and watch one documentary; deal?" Chester pretends to bargain.

        James giggles and says, "Deal!" Before gulping down the spiked juice and running to the living room to watch some educational TV. Chester follows him, and the two settle on the couch together while watching TV. It didn't take long for Chester to start hearing James sleeping as he looked down to confirm it. He lifts James's head and opens his left eye to see that the pupil is unreactive. Chester chuckles and gets off the couch before getting naked. He then moves the drugged, limp kid to lie face-up on the living room floor. 

        "Time for a check-up," Chester says to his drugged patient as the doctor side of him comes out a little. He undoes James' jeans and pulls them down to his ankles with some effort, exposing his "Super Dingo" printed briefs. "Cute," Chester chuckles at the silly cartoon-printed briefs caressing James's hamster package. He grabs the briefs' waistband and pulls them down to James's ankles as well. "Well, look at you~," Chester says to James's exposed cock and balls. "Haven't seen you since James was little," Chester reminisces about the nearly limitless access he had to James's body when the hamster was a tot. He began touching the tender dick, but it was dead thanks to the drugs. "That's alright, I'll try having fun with you next time," Chester says to James's unmoving dong before giving its head a tender smooch and a playful lick. "Right, front looks good~ Now to the back!" Chester announces as he rolls James's fat body over. 

        "Damn, Little Jackie, hard to believe this cute, little ass shot out of your sack," Chester lustfully says as he bites his bottom lip, looking at James's untouched hamster butt while he forms an erection. Chester moves his borrowed hands to grab James's hips and pull James back, making that vulnerable butt lift in the air. His hands then move to the presentable butt he's been itching to explore, grabbing some nice handfuls of the soft, white-furred cheeks. He squeezes and kneads them in his hands, teasing himself with them as he spreads them to expose James's butthole before smooshing them back together. All the while, James is drooling a puddle of saliva on the wooden floor, not knowing that his daddy is being used to violate him. "Oh, fuck, Jack, I don't know how you couldn't pipe this kid over and over," Chester questions his dormant brother as he uses his body. "I gotta have a taste," Chester confides in himself as he lowers down to the spread cheeks and gets in a deep, long lick against James's butthole. 

        "A bit raunchy, but overall clean," Chester judges before beginning to lick aggressively. He wasn't sure how much more time he got when possessing someone, but he couldn't let it end without getting some ass. He keeps licking and feels some mucus in his throat, prompting him to cough it up. However, when he spits on the floor right next to him, he notices it was blue. Chester scoops up the blue, gel-like substance, realizes it is ectoplasm, and the best part is, it feels like lube. He smiles and coughs up more before spitting it all over his hands. He then coats his borrowed, erect dong before cooing with a trembling exhale. He then spreads one of James's butt cheeks and points his ecto-lubed index finger right at the kid's tight hole before pressing on it while saying, "Time for your first prostate exam, Jimmy." The relaxed hole doesn't react, opening up for Chester's index finger to slide knuckle-deep inside. Not even a spasm or jolt from James's knocked-out butt as his possessed dad's finger wiggles around inside him. "And now another...," Chester says under his breath with intense focus as he slides his borrowed middle finger inside James's drugged butt. 

        Chester chuckles with approval and starts sliding his two fingers back and forth inside James's hole, getting it super lubed for the main event. After a few minutes, he feels James's hole loosen enough and pulls out his fingers. He brings the fingers to his nose and takes a deep sniff, making him shudder in delight. "Time for daddy to get in there," Chester announces as he grabs his possessed little brother's hamster-hood and puts its tip right onto James's lubed anus. He begins pressing his possessed dick into James's unflinching butt and feels his head get swallowed inside. "Oh! Yes!" Chester exclaims with a smile as he watches his borrowed meat graciously slide into the small hole it's penetrating. "So tight, fuck, so tight!" Chester couldn't believe he had done it. He's inside James's ass, and by using the kid's dad to do it, no less. He begins sliding his cock inside James's back and forth, savoring the sensation of breaking in virgin butt. He gets faster and faster until he is properly thrusting, clapping James's unconscious cheeks. 

        The sound of wet slurping and cheeks clapping fills the living room as Chester keeps plowing James's tight, little, fat butt. Even with James's hole not clenching, the hole was so tight that it didn't need to. He keeps thrusting, letting his lust ride as he controls his little brother's body, which only adds fuel to his fire of depravity. "That's right, Little Jackie, I'm making you fuck your own kid! Me! You were worried about me going near your son?! Ha! You should've been worried about yourself! I'm going to make you dump your son's siblings in his ass! Oh yeah! Come on! Come on! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ugh~!" Chester goes as fast as possible, mocking his little brother while encouraging his little brother's body to carry out his degeneracy until he finally came inside James, defiling the young hamster's butt. He slams harshly inside as he feels his temporary dick exploding violently deep inside James's butt, letting himself be engulfed in the intense orgasm. 

        Eventually, the orgasmic moment passes, and Chester has calmed himself, looking at the mess he's made, but without remorse or shame. He looks lovingly down at his unconscious nephew and begins cleaning him up, licking and sucking him clean until the only evidence left is James's gaping hole. "There, as good as it's going to get," Chester says approvingly before he rolls James back over and pulls the kid's briefs and jeans back up. He picks up the dead weight, young hamster, and places him in a sitting position on the couch before sitting right back beside him. Chester feels Jack's presence coming back and says, "Heh, perfect timing." Before getting ejected from Jack's chest and sent back to the other side as Jack's back arches. Jack slams into the back of the couch and begins coughing as he looks around in confusion. 

        He stops coughing and asks, "Wasn't I just sleeping upstairs?" He feels a weight on his side and looks down with worry before calming down to see his son nestling up against him, sleeping peacefully. "Probably nothing," Jack concludes as he wraps his arm around James and goes back to sleep, not having a clue what his body was just used for, nor ever will.