Normally, you were a pretty big fan of Halloween. You liked dressing up in costume (usually preferring to cosplay as some of your favorite anime and video game characters). You liked indulging in candy, especially when something as small as a single piece of chocolate was like a gourmet feast to you. You liked appreciating the crazy decorations and festive spooky atmosphere. You liked cuddling up on the couch watching horror films with Mari (your girlfriend usually crushing you in her grip with each jump scare). And you also liked spending time with family, even if that brought on its share of mishaps.
This year, though, you weren't quite feeling in the festive Halloween spirit...for more reasons than one.
Firstly, you were being coerced by your party-loving mother and devilishly manipulative sister into attending the big Halloween Party bash at Focused Fitness, hosted by Rio and Lihua Leng. Just as a general rule of thumb, you'd never been much for these sorts of huge bashes and celebrations, because the more unaffected women stomping around, the more risk you ran of ending your night miserably crushed somewhere. Either an instigator like Jenna would appear, or your own terrible luck would kick in. Or both, frequently.
Secondly, and related to the first point, was that you were not happy with the costume you were wearing. Tactically, Jenna had made sure your costume was as awful as possible. Two weeks ago, you'd been writing out a list of materials you wanted your mom to buy so she could put her fashion designing skills to use and craft you the perfect costume from One-Sun Mecha Samurai X, your favorite anime. And then, right before you handed her the note, Piper (who was spending most of her time these days at your house) ambushed you in the hallway and crushed you into a ball with her taller-than-average height and strength. She and Jenna had then trashed your note and dropped you into Lauren's shoe for the two weeks preceding Halloween, which had been as sweaty, crushing, and disgusting as always.
Because of your lack of a costume (which your mom, infuriatingly enough, had then been disappointed in you not telling her what you wanted) Lauren was again manipulated by Jenna into making you a hasty replacement: a simple white t-shirt and brown pants. The infamous outfit, of course, of the hapless main character in the Toby Carmichael trilogy of 'comedy' films. The shirt was even emblazoned with the logo of the films, a gooey crushed man with a comically frightened face.
Jenna had long since convinced your friends and family that the Toby Carmichael trilogy were your favorite films on the planet, and frustratingly, everyone believed her. Thus, your mom had thought she was doing you a favor by getting the simple costume ready for you, and you resisted telling her the truth so as to not break her spirits, even if it ate you up inside to wear the clothes of a film series protagonist who embodied everything wrong with society's normalized view of squishing tinies and not paying them much mind. The only 'comedy' to be found was always at the expense of an affected like yourself, which made the trilogy's massive success even more despairing.
Jenna's costume was that of one of those agents from that one sci-fi thriller series from a few decades back. The slim suit highlighted her lean beauty quite well, and she really rocked the sunglasses. Likewise, Piper was going as the cool-as-hell heroine from those movies, complete with slick trench coat and frequent kung-fu moves. She'd even temporarily dyed her hair pitch-black to fit the part, and the two really did make for a cute couple. You just would've been more appreciative of their loving dynamic if so much of their 'flirting' wasn't trying to one-up each other in tormenting you!
Your mom, on the other hand, had opted to dress as a witch, and had apparently underestimated how much fabric she'd need to fully craft the outfit. Her outfit was jaw-droppingly sexy, and you almost found it difficult to look at her without getting embarrassed by how much skin your middle-aged mother was showing off (not that her body had aged a day in the past two decades, and she truly pulled it off wonderfully). A slit in her swishing dress went all the way up to her waist, and the near-transparency of how tightly the dress hugged her hughmongus ass made it clear she was only wearing the skimpiest of thongs. Her low-cut at the top left most of her breasts bare, and her giant pointy hat brought the look to a close.
Dressed to impress (or be depressed, from your point of view), Jenna roughly stuffed you into the back pocket of her slacks, delicately picked up Piper, and then joined your mother in the car. The four of you drove over to Focused Fitness, which was so packed already that your mom had to park on the street. You all then headed inside (not that you were doing much walking while compressed against your sister's ass), and strolled into the room that had been reserved for the Halloween Party.
It was two rooms, actually, that had a wall that could split in the middle. This was usually so they could be combined for larger-than-normal exercise classes, but Rio and Lihua had jointly realized how well the space could work for a party environment instead. And, indeed, the space had come together quite immaculately. The lights were dimmed but not too dark, and festive Halloween streamers and decorations covered every spare inch of the ceiling and walls (pumpkins, bundles of hay, scarecrows, little plastic bats hanging from strings, fake cobwebs, and much more). Thematic music was playing from the CD player too.
A whole bunch of tables and chairs were set out, a surprising amount of them already taken by residents of Oakland, happily chatting and laughing and enjoying the party atmosphere. A massive sprawl of food laid out across a series of tables, along with a variety of drinks and alcohol. A little photo booth had been set up in the corner, staffed by one of The Oasis' top lifeguards, Viola (who was a photography hobbyist, and quite skilled). She was dressed as an old-timey reporter, her red hair tucked into a fedora, and a tweed vest, trousers, and suspenders looking fairly nice on her slim physique.
The other end of the room was filled with all sorts of party games. There was a big barrel for the classic bobbing for apples game, a pin the tail on the donkey game taped up to the wall, and a pumpkin carving station with plenty of pristine pumpkins just waiting to have their bodies carved into with elaborate art. There was no shortage of activities in that corner of the party room, nor in the entire room itself, for that matter. Rio and Lihua had truly gone all out, and as Jenna pulled your flat form out of her back pocket, you started to wonder if just maybe this evening wouldn't be so bad.
And then you laid eyes on Mari, and you practically fell over in surprise right as you reformed.
Mari was, of course, an exceptionally beautiful and curvaceous girl, as anyone with eyes could see. However, she'd never been one to openly flaunt her sexuality, and in fact got rather embarrassed about it when pressed. For some unfathomable reason, she was wearing one of the skimpiest outfits you'd ever seen her in in your entire life. She was wearing exclusively a bra and panties, of black satin and frills, and with a kitty-cat keyhole cut from the bra, exposing most of her bronzed flesh. She also had on gloves designed to look like cat paws, a little cat ear headband, and she was wobbling unsteadily on high heels that had little whiskers on them.
Your heart ached for her, even more so as she caught your eye and stumbled over, blushing with shame...but then your enthusiasm dipped a bit as a devil emerged from the crowd and slung their arm around her.
It was Selena Morrow, dressed quite literally as a devil of the water. She'd opted to just wear her typical skintight red lifeguard uniform, which really clung to her curvy muscular frame, but she was also carrying a plastic pitchfork, had put on a headband with pointy devil ears, and had even slipped on some crimson eye contacts and those little fake fangs. As soon as her arm touched Mari, your girlfriend stiffened, and her cheeks blushed bright red.
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