The Partiers Arrive!

"Thanks for coming, thanks for coming, thanks for coming." You greet the partiers as they step forward in line, ready... unknowingly to be transformed for a night of Chaos. "Hilarious Penny." You complement a girl dressed as a Smoothie King Employee, a sock providing an obvious bulge in her tight jean shorts. "Don't let Chad see you."

Penny laughs at that, and clutches on to her boyfriend's arm. He's dressed like a doctor, and together the two of them enter the gym. As soon as they crossed the threshold she felt her massive dick start writhing in her shorts. She moans throatily as she feels pressure on her newly impressive organs and squeezes her doctor friend's arm. "Hey Doc, I'm feeling some discomfort. Think you can take a look at it?"

"I'm not falling for that again Penny." Doctor Hotson, says behind his surgical mask.

She can feel his impressive biceps under his scrubs, and runs her hand down his torso, just to feel his chiseled six pack. "Cum, on Doc. I've got a BIG problem, that I need your help with."

Doctor Hotson shakes his head. "Sorry Penny, I've got a strict rule against sleeping with patients."

The futa huffs, reaches into her shorts, and pulls out her thick ass dick, letting it droop and leak over the seam of her pants. "Fine, be that way. I'm going to go make smoothies at the snack table." She sashays away in her pumps, forcing the Doctor to watch her as she goes, cock dangly between her legs like a trunk.

They're not the only couple coming to the party. Lucy and Derek have also come as a team. "Hello you two!" You greet, then inspect the couple. "Let's see, we have a dead ass Dracula, and a... Lucy."

Your favorite four foot, isn't even wearing a costume. Just jeans and a blouse like she did before the school moved over to uniforms. Real uniforms, not the stuff you make them wear. She's still barefoot, and um, shoe handed. She just shrugs under your inspection. "Do you have any idea how damaging a picture of me in a Halloween costume could be for my political career?"

Her date can't help but sigh. "I wanted her to go as a clown."

Clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown clown.

The words dance around your head like a muse whispering inspiration. "Interesting." You look Derek over as well. His hair is slicked back, he's wearing an old fashioned suit, and cape, and of course a set of vampire fangs. "I see you're not going into politics."

"Har har." He fakes a laugh. "My dad's got a job waiting for me at his company."

"Oh." You fake interest. "V.P of Nepotism?"

"Social Media." He corrects.

"Fun." You motion for the two of them to enter. "But Lucy bit of advice. On Halloween we don't wear costumes to be someone else, but rather to be ourselves. The clothes we wear, and they way we behave for everyone else? That is the true costume."

She holds up her shoe, and you can only guess she's flipping you off. "Thanks for your vote."

"Anytime, Senator."

"Mindy Mouse and Her Rat Pack!" You cheer as Micro Tits, and her six of her friends step up in line, wearing mouse ears, and whiskers. "Looking cute." They were a bunch of bad bitches in leather jackets and tight jeans.

Mindy winks at you, popping her sucker in and out of her lips like it's a cock head. "It was my idea, you know these sluts have brains and small as their tits."

"You're so right Mindy!" One of her followers gushes adoringly.

"Shut up!" Mindy barks, a far cry away from the meek little girl she once ways. "So whaddya say stud? Are we cool enough to get into your club, or is there something I have to do to convince you." The way she's treating that sucker, let's you know what she has in mind.

You laugh. "Well now I kind of want to keep you out, but no a girl with big fake tits like yours is always welcome to my parties." She blushes, "You know it's so weird, I was going to make these girls hang out with you, but you picked them up on your own."

Mindy pops her sucker out of her mouth, giving you a confused look. "What are you talking about? You're the one that told them they had to follow my orders."

"I did? When?"

She gesticulates with her sucker. "Like this morning. Have you been doing whip-its?"

"Oh, man I don't remember that. Was it a reward for something?"

"Yeah, I told you that Pricilla leaves the girl's dorm at night."

You blink. "Why the fuck would I care about that?"

"Michael, none of us want to know how that mind of your works."

"Fair." You wave her through. "Well, enjoy the party. I'm going to meditate on my early onset dementia."

"Arrgh! Bottomless Bandit, beggin' yer perrrrmission to come aboard!" Blackbeard Brooke the most fearsome pirate to sail the seas of your high school, greets you along with her roommate. The two of the are dressed as pirates, Brooke being the captain of course. She basically looks like Francis Drake from Fate, with a big red coat, of course Brooke tragically didn't have the same tits, as that anime character, so there was a little something lost in translation, plus the tails of her coat cover dat ass, which was her best asset, so overall, disappointing results. You liked the boots though, and knew your little villain was savoring the feel of wearing pants and shoes again.

"Permission granted captain." You salute her, and allow her minion in as well. "Save a dance for me?"

"Argh, I always have enough time for, me hearty."

Aww.

If she was this committed to that voice now, it was going to get really annoying when she transformed.

They passed on by, as well as the twins. You were hoping their costumes would show some sign of their new incestuous power dynamic, but no. They were both dressed as nurses, which was fun. You made a note to give them some attention soon, the tension and loss of trust between the two of them was fun to witness, but watching one sister dominate the other was more fun still.

The last person of note to join the party was Lacey, all on her lonesome. No Chad to be seen. Though you did recall that he was going to go trick or treating with the rest of the football team. You click your tongue in displeasure. What's it going to take to get, these two together? Especially since it looks like Chad took his girl-toy with him.

Men.

"Hiya Michael. Have you seen Stella? We were going to go together."

You nod, sizing the dreamie up. "She's already inside, she was helping me set things up."

"That little so and so, didn't even tell me, I was waiting for her you know."

"I'm sorry baby, but you're here now." You put a hand on your hip. "So who are you? Petite Bo Peep?"

"Oui." Is her saucy response, which she pairs with an equally flavorful look.

"Very cute." She's wearing a big puffy blue dresses, with so many petticoats it looks like a cloud is under there with her. She's wearing cute white tights, with mary janes, and a bonnet, along with some lace glove, and a Shepard's crook. "Well your sheep are already in there. There's three other dreamies that I saw.

Her eyes go large, and she plays around with a fake blonde curl from the wig she's wearing. "People are dressed as me?" Her voice thick with the flattery of the situation.

"That's what it looked, like to me. You're a celebrity."

"Well golly gee, I better get in there."

"Are you going to be alright without your daddy?" You hold out her arm. "Or do you need an escort?"

She needs to think about this, the thrumming music just beyond the door acting as a backdrop for her thoughts. Eventually she breaks out into a smile and loops her arm through yours. "My daddy might not be here, but I still have my creepy uncle to show me a good time."

You fake a laugh at her joke, and escort her into the party. "I'm going to remember that Lacey."