Everyone Gets Into Character

"Mon Dieu!" Lacey pouts as she enters the gym with you. "Where have my silly little sheep gone? Oh where oh where could they be?" She holds a flat palm above her eyes, and scans the party in an over dramatic fashion. Her voice is dripping with a French accent, well what Lacey must consider a French accent at the very least. Her costume is a little different now. The dress is all but gone, replaced with a ruffly blue bustier, with a miniskirt that doesn't cover her adorable ruffly panties at all. Her tights are now lace stockings, that come up mid thigh, and her crook is noticeably ended with a dildo. Her normally petite build was boosted a little bit in the rear end. The Rulebook must have felt that if she was going to be sporting those panties so prominently she might as well make it look good, and you couldn't agree more. Her ass was molded to the panties becoming a nice round bubble butt that filled them out perfectly. Her wig has also benefited from the transformation becoming a real waterfall of golden curls. Absolutely gorgeous.

"Don't worry little girl, I'll help you find them. Hopefully no werewolves are here tonight."

The gasps dramatically, and puts her hand in front of her mouth. "Ne dis pas ça! Do not say that! I do not know what I would do if my sweet little lambs were to be ravished by such big hairy beasts."

"Then let's do our best to find them." You hold out your hand to her.

She smiles sweetly at you, and takes your hand. At first you take her sweet demeanor for granted, because it is lacey underneath there, but as you look into her eyes you can see unmistakable lust burning within them. Halloween had begun. "Merci, sweet man." She pulls herself close to her, hand resting on your chest, crotch pressed against your thigh." She shudders and bites her finger. "Protect me from these awful creatures."

You smile, and lower your hand to that delicious looking ass. You press it firmly to steer her deeper in the room. "You have my word, sweet Bo Peep. Who knows what kind of freaks are out here tonight?"

Lucy

"Wow, some of these costumes are really good." The smartest girl in school observes, without a clue. For a moment she feels guilty for putting no effort into something that so many people were obviously passionate about. "Do you think I should go back and find a costume? Not a clown obviously, but something cute? I feel like such a witch dressed like this." She turns to address Derek but he is nowhere to be seen, she can only hear his laugher washing over her like thunder.

Gone.

Vanished.

"Derek? Where did you go?" She squeezes between two couples making out. "Excuse me, pardon me. Have you seen Derek? Excuse me. Have you seen Derek? No? Derek! Derek where did you go?" She stops looking for her date when she notices something strange about her hands. Her shoes are on at a different angle, and they don't feel weird on her hands, in fact, that kind of feel like they fit...

Lucy looks at her shoes for three, maybe four seconds before she realizes what's happened. "Oh god, oh god, no no no no." She clumsily pulls the shoe off one of her hands, and doesn't find a hand at all. There's a foot in that shoe! Which wouldn't be a problem normally, but feet don't usually grow out of arms! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The Twins

The Nurse Sisters Ashley and Tabitha strut out onto the gym floor, squeaking away in their latex uniforms. They were struggling to keep anything in, there was so little material on those dresses, and so much twin. Ass and Tits of inhuman proportions, almost definitely fake. Their faces were heavily made-up in pounds of makeup that extenuated their big collagen filled lips, and the other plastic surgeries they'd gotten to make their faces perfect.

"Tabby?" Ashely moans, sucking on a finger, tipped with an inch long acrylic nail. "Liiiiike, where did our hunky doctor go?"

"Like, I dunno Lyly." The other nurse pouts, looking out at the crowd. She stumbles around on her high heels like a newly born horse, and pouts. "I want cock!"

Nurse Lyly grabs her sister tightly, and hugs her, pressing their breasts together wonderfully. "You deserve cock! You're such a sexy bitch!"

"Nu-uh shut up! You're a sexy bitch. I like want to make out with you all the time."

"Eeeee!" Lyly squees, her sister is so sweet, she feels like crying. But instead she just sticks her tongue down Tabby's throat, and Tabby does the same to her. They press their massive lips together, and licked eachother's tongues, and groped until each was panting, and spit covered. They moan loudly, oh so loudly, and try to garner as much attention to their kissing as possible

"Omigawd, I like need the doctors cock pronto."

Lyly stomps her feet causing her entire ludicrous body to jiggle. "That's not fair, 'cause I need the doctor's cock!" She jumps up and down. "I need it! I need it! I need it!"

"Ssssh shh shh." Tabby comforts, sliding her manicured hands down to her sister's artificially plump pussy. "It's okay, we'll get you some cock. Some nice veiny cock."

Lyly whimpers, settling into the feeling of getting her pussy rubbed. "I like cock."

"Omg! I like cock too!" Tabby gasps, hugging her sister again with her free arm. She gasps a second time, when she feels her own pussy being played with. She looks down in surprise and sees her sister's hand working underneath her latex panties. "Hey!" She giggles looking up at her sister like she just caught her in the middle of a prank. "You're touching my pussy."

Lyly giggles back. "Hehe noooooo I'm noooot."

"Oh." Tabby sucks on her massive lower lip for a second. "I thought it was you." She shrugs. "Oh well! Let's go find the doctor! I really need his cock!"

"Omg!" Lyly blabs. "So do I! Twinsies!" The two giggle and moan, and stumbled further into the gym, pulling each other along by their pussies.

Lucy

Lucy trips her way around the room, not really sure where she's going, or what to do. She has her shoes hooked on the toes of her left hand... foot, and is sucking on the toes of the other. She knows she shouldn't. She knows it's deeply weird, but she's so horny. Horny for specifically this kind of thing. "They even smell like real feet." She marvels, sticking her nose in between her toes, as her tongue tickled the bottom of her foot. "I could do this all night."

Then she gets a better idea, as she sees Zoro, Tom Brady, and Bernie Sanders in his Mittens standing in a circle talking.

"Excuse me, excuse me, um high Zoro." Lucy blushes, flipping her hair back with her sodden foot. "Um all time, child hood crush by the way. Any who, ha, strange request. Can I give you a footjob?"

Even behind his mask Zoro looks shocked. "Are you saying you want to have sex with me?"

"No." Is Lucy's curt response. "No no. I want to take my feet, and rub them against your sexual organ, until you climax, and then I want lick your semen off my feet like a dirty little girl."

Zoro backs away. "Um, no, I do not want to do that. You are a beautiful damsel though, please permit me to show you the pleasures of the rest of your body."

Lucy is blushing, and feeling all bothered from being rejected. "Oh my gosh, who cares about my stupid vagina, it's gross anyway. Look at me, I have feet for hands." She holds them up to show him. "Don't you want to fuck these, don't you want to feel these soft feet rubbing you?"

"No I do not!" He snaps, with all the fiery Latin passion the masked hero is known for. "Get away from me now you freak. I want nothing to do with your kind."

He pushed her away, and Lucy falls on her butt, legs splayed wide. She can feel her pussy pulsing in pseudo-orgasm, as she sits there. The word freak, rammed through her head, and almost felt like it's fucking her brain, since it's bringing her such pleasure. She's burning hot, and her skin felt like sizzling grease. "Freak." She whispers, shuddering as the word penetrates her again. Her pussy is leaking, begging to be touched, and filled. But Lucy choses to ignore it, pussies were disgusting needy things anyway. Instead she plops her big toe in her mouth and sucks on it lovingly, searching for someone new while she does.

Derek

"Cleopatra Queen Of The Nile!" Dracula announces in his heavy accent, waving his cape around dramatically.

"Count Dracula." Cleo nods, looking up from the laptop she's working. "Do you have a request? Might I suggest something from Vampire Weekend?"

"Hahaha!" Drac chuckles gamely throwing his head back with mirth. "She is funny too! I must confess my queen, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."

Cleopatra rolls her eyes with enough contempt it would have killed any mortal. "Well now I can rest easy knowing I have topped your list."

"You harm me, my dear."

"I'd have you killed, were this my party." Cleo says icily. "Let me be clear, Emperor's fought over me, you are not a king, you are not even a duke. I ruled one of the great civilizations, and you served a country who's biggest export is a story a Irishman wrote about you. So let's not make the mistake of thinking there is any opinion in this conversation that matters, but mine. And If I wanted to be hit on by a pasty nobody, I would still be talking to our politically progressive host."

Dracula grins, quite enthralled by anyone who would say something like that to him. And obviously quite enraged that someone would dare. He's kind of like Michael in that way. "I think it would be wise if you reconsidered."

"Opinion's dear count, opinions."

The count finally lets his mask slip for a second. He lets out a monstrous sneer, and grabs the queen by her chin, yanking her face in his direction. "Look into my eyes." He commands.

Cleopatra's face goes slack, her eyes are blank, her contempt is gone. "Yes, master."

"You belong to me now, this is a fact, not an opinion. Your beauty will be for me to behold only, so let's wrap you up."

He snaps his fingers, and Cleopatra's dress is suddenly shredded apart. The fabric flies off her body and is reformed into long white ribbons. Which fly towards her feet and begin wrapping her up from toe to top. The ribbons were tight and constrain the poor queen more and more with each cumulative layer. Her arms were brought against her chest to further the tight embrace, and then her neck. That smart mouth of hers was covered, and then her eyes. Eventually she is completely cocooned, encased in the soft silk of her dress, no features at all, just a vaguely woman shaped thing laying still on the ground, with no signs of what cosmic beauty lays just beneath those bandages.

"Very good." Dracula purrs, summoning a golden mask out of the air. He set's the mask down over his bride's obscured face, sealing it in place. He then lowers his lips to the lips of the mask and gives it a long kiss. "I shall awaken you later, Cleopatra, but for now rest."

The Twins

"Doctor!" Tabby and Lyly shout in sweaty unison, the two exhausted from fingering one another. Excited to see their master is alive and well, the two break out into a hurried scuttle, as fast as their heels can take them. They arrive at the beefcake in the same moment, and in unison rip the pants of his scrubs to his ankles, and each take one of his balls into their mouth.

"There you to are." He chastises them, and runs his hands through their hair. The two are quite skilled and give each of his balls very special attention, so his face is a grimace of pleasure. "Finally putting those mouths I gave you to good use."

"Nurses are to be seen and not heard." Lyly reminds her sister over the dick they're sharing.

"We're just tools for our doctor." Tabby agrees.

"Doctor." Lyly whines. "Which one of us, get's the yummy white stuff today?" Her eyes drift to his cock head, now hard and fully engorged. "Cuz, I want it to be me."

"Neither of you." The doctor snaps, swatting them both away. "We have work to do, so many women at this party are languishing in the despair of natural beauty. We must help as many of them as we can."

The twins sigh, and spit out their yummy nuts. "Yes doctor." They mumble.

"Now go find me a patient."

Lucy

The Planter's Peanut guy jumped out of his seat when he felt something touch his crotch. He looks down only to see a blushing Lucy crawling out from under the table, on her her hands still held out to grope him. "What are you doing you little freak?"

She makes a noise like he just hit her, then smiles and crawls a little closer. "Come on, just let me bat your nuts around a little. Come on, I need it. I need to feel a cock between my toes, or else I'm going to go crazy."

"You already have!" The actual living, talking peanut adjusts his monocle and walks away from the situation, smart man... erm... legume.

Lucy added yet another rejection to her sky high mountain of lust. If one more guy rejects her, she's sure she's going to cum from the shame. So she crawls a little further down the tables, but the next guy has already seen her coming and bolts. "Come on!" She whines, rolling onto her back. She nibbles at her heels, and tries to think of a way to stop her pussy from piloting her body. "I'm such a freak!" She moans throwing her actual feet up into the air. She keeps them all up, and admires the four treasures this night has blessed her with, "Why won't anyone cum on you, you're so sexy." She thinks lustfully of rubbing her cum covered socks together after Michael finished punishing her some weeks back. "Mmmm, Micahel." She growls. "He'll cum on them." She flips over on her hand/feet and knees and starts crawling. Heart suddenly jubilant with the knowledge that there is at least one other freak in this school interested in her. "Gotta find Michael, gotta foot fuck Michael."

She pauses, the weight of the evening suddenly breaking her back.

"I actually want to touch Michael? Oh god, there's something wrong with me!"

The Chaos begins! Hope you're enjoying. Feel free to tell me what you think of the party so far, and provide any suggestions on what you think should happen later into the night.