It was the night before Halloween and you were helping your mom put the finishing touches on her play of a Giganta costume while you sat across from her at your full height. She was sewing up the cheetah pelt into a covering of her rather large breasts while you were using food safe paint to color small licorice candies. The year prior during the day of halloween you had volunteered to help your mother make snacks for her giantess themed costume that would show off her admitley attractive features. All you had simply done that day was let her pour molding silicone over you with a coffee stirrer in your mouth so she could get a hyper realistic mold of you. And for the past few days, she had poured liquid licorice into the molds that morning and they had hardened, making hundreds of edible little you’s.
It was slightly disturbing thinking about it; your mother eating candy versions of yourself, but you went along with it, and came up with a sneaky idea to see what these halloween parties that she and your dad went to were all about. She had dyed her hair red, and it looked like she was ripped right out of a comic book along with the beauty it came with. She didn't look a day over 25, and your father seemed to have the same youthful quirk. He looked alot like you, only much more muscular and had almost jet black hair without a touch of gray anywhere. With a small smirk, you continued painting the candies the same skin color you were, even using brown paint to color their hair, a little red in their open mouth, and using white paint with a black dot for the eyes. They were a copy of you in every way, even your little crotch to your embarrassment.
“Can’t I join you this year? You and dad always said you have fun at these parties but never tell us any details!” You pouted, continuing to paint the candies.
“No, definitely not. Its for grown ups only.” She said sternly. “There’s gonna be alcohol and revealing outfits. All your siblings are already gone to their friends house to start halloween early tomorrow and our party is gonna start tomorrow at 9 and won't end until the next day, so you’re going to stay in your room where nothing bad is gonna happen to you like we did it last year.” She said with authority.
“But I'm 18, I'm adult enough!” You argued, dropping the completed version of you into the bowl with the rest.
“You still live in my house, so them's the rules.” She countered. “Besides, you don't want to see your dad making out with your mom do you?” She said, giving you a light jab in the arm.
“Fine…” you said sadly. “What are you gonna do with these anyways? I mean, having snack versions of me kinda is a little yikes in my book.” you said with a small laugh.
“Relax, I would never dream of eating you. It was just cheaper to mold you then buy a custom made one. Saved like $100.” She said, holding up the completed cheetah print loin cloth and breast cover.
“Uh huh. Still concerned about the things you were making out of them with the edible string.” You quickly blurted out which was met with a series of playful smacks from her.
“I told you don't go in my room! And if you must know its for your dad!” She whispered loudly, her face red with embarrassment. She looked at the clock, and back at you. Okay, finish those last few up and get to bed, I don't want you getting caught out here by sunrise. I'm gonna finish my costume in the morning. Love you, and goodnight.” She said, kissing you on the forehead and going up to bed.
Smiling, you finished up the rest of the little copies and looked at the clock. It was already almost midnight and you still had to prepare the rest of your plan. You were pretty sure they were going over to her best friend's house for the halloween party. Her friend’s name was Trish and you could’ve sworn that her and your mother were twins separated at birth. The only difference was that Trish was slightly taller and had a much bigger ass. But when they had makeup on and only looked at their faces, you couldn't tell them apart. Apparently there was supposed to be a lot of her friends over and you didn't want to miss what made this party so off limits.
Your mother had requested you put the bowl of fake you’s in her office next to the rest of her costume. Walking in, there was the cloth Giganta two piece along with some bracelets and anklets that had tiny yous strung together with edible string. The stuff was tough, difficult to break but still technically edible. She was in the middle of making a thong and a bikini top to wear under the cheetah print. There was also some of you stringed along one after another with a loop on one end next to the clothing along with other half finished items. You quickly pushed all of those out of your mind. You set the bowl on the desk, and quickly unraveled the roll of edible string. You secured one end inside the bowl and the other end hanged off the side of the desk, almost touching the ground, which was the perfect height for you to climb when shrunk.
Your master plan was to hide in the bowl of fake yous when you shrank and sneak out when you get to the party. You specifically made about 2 dozen of these hyper realistic copies just so if they looked closer you were indisinguishable. It wasnt the most thought out plan, but what could you expect when you came up with it the night before. The only part you didnt plan on was how you were going to get back. From previous halloween experiences the only exception to the growing back at sunrise rule was if there was enough space for you to grow back without any restraints. Like if it magically knew you couldnt grow there, you wouldnt grow until the next hour, and try every hour on the hour after that until you were no longer confined in a space or restrained. One halloween you didnt grow back for almost another day until you could escape from an upside down plastic cup. But you’d figure something out if that happened.
You could only imagine getting to voyeur on some of her hot friends, and making your way back to your room, you picked up your cat and gently set her into the prepared bathroom and shut the door. She would be fine until morning when your parents got up, since it was the drill for halloween to put her in there until they woke up and moved her to thier room. It also cleared the hallway so you can make it to the office from your room. And putting on your headphones, you plugged them into your phone and set an alarm for 5 minutes before you were supposed shrink at 4 am. That way nobody could hear the alarm.
A quick almost 4 hour nap later, you woke to the alarm just as you had planned. You grabbed one of the candies you had put extra detail into and set it ontop of your bed, turned sideways to look like you were sleeping. Stripping naked, you quickly and quietly made your way to the office and waited.
As if on cue, the very moment the clock struck 4 am, you began to feel dizzy and rapidly shrunk. After a few seconds you stood on the wooden floor and gazed up at the miraculous giant office chair and desk that sat next to you. Wasting no time, you quickly ran to the string and began to climb into the bowl. Once there, you simply untied the line from your anchor which was just a bunch of candies since you couldnt break it at this size and let it fall to the floor. Now that the hard part was done, all you had to do now was to finish your nap when your mom came in to collect the candies after she finished her creations. Laying down next to a few of your clones, you drifted off to sleep.
It felt like no time at all before the light came on, and you looked at the clock on the wall which read 7 am. Your titantic beauty of a mother walked in, and sat at her table ready to finish her creations. She began to pluck candies from around the bowl and added them to the creations. You sweated a bit when she grabbed one next to your head and added it to the thong. Another she popped into her mouth while she worked, holding it between her teeth as she began to lick the sugar paint off of the candy’s front and back before biting it in half like it was nothing. You shuddered in fear, not thinking about your possible fate as you sat in the bowl.
A few minutes later, she reached for a candy above you, and when it slipped from her hand, she reached back down and grabbed you instead. Sweat began to form on your forehead, begging silently that she returned you to the bowl. She opened her mouth, and began to move you to her open maw, when your dad poked his head in.
“Almost done?” He asked, wearing an Atom themed costume.
“Almost. Just another thing or two. Want me to save you some?” She asked, pulling you away from her mouth and half showed you to him, which you breathed a sight of relief.
“Maybe, where you gonna keep them?” He asked with a smirk.
“Was thinking you could eat one or two out of me later if youre a good boy.”
“Naughty Naughty… now ill let you finish.” He said, leaving the room as quickly as he entered.
“Lucky little candy, maybe later.” She said, lowering you back down before…
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