Pum Pum Perfect

Artwork: Maniacpaint

It was Halloween day and Blair gawked at herself in a mirror inside the Switch Witch costume store. Never would she have imagined herself wearing such a licentious witch outfit. Her low self-esteem aside, the costume was simply not her size nor made for her looks. Her flabby body spilled out from black stockings and detached black sleeves, and her plump tummy stretched the confines of the short-skirt black dress. The only thing that did seem at home were her large breasts within the bare-shoulder front of the dress. However, the trade off was that the rolls of fat on her backside were fully exposed by the outfit.

She stared and stared some more, awkwardly tugging at different ill-fit parts of the costume. Her purple dyed hair did mesh well with the black aesthetic for sure, but her face was chubby and unappealing in her eyes that it’d draw attention away anyways. The large hat was kind of cute if a bit exaggerated in its size. The black heeled boots while nice were a bit uncomfortable, Blair not one to ever really own any heels. She never thought of herself as the razzle-dazzle type that’d be turning heads. Shy and complacent, that is all she was to the world and herself.

“Unsatisfied dear?” The shopkeeper of the store asked. She leaned uncomfortably close with a smirk, her voluptuous body striking for her age. She was dressed like a witch as well, with draping gothic attire, flaunting it in a way Blair couldn’t.

Jealousy began to rise inside Blair. Here was a woman very much her own age by their own claims (47 years old) who had aged gracefully and looked stuck in her 20s whereas Blair has let herself go, given up to the aggravating whims of life’s monotony. She wanted a fresh start, to rediscover herself, her passions, who she wanted to be! Halloween reminded her of who she once was, free spirited and wide-eyed about the future. She was so much more hopeful back in her youth, partying it up, letting loose and chasing down dreams and hobbies like they were candy on a string. Perhaps she had been too spirited, not settling on any one thing. Whatever the case, now nothing resonated with her and she felt lost in the past.

“The silent treatment aye?” The shopkeeper named Anis coyly asked, noticing Blair had lost herself in thought. “I can spot a tortured soul a mile away.”

“It’s that obvious is it?” Blair responded. This Anis was a sly one, her captivating, purple eyes fluttering beneath thick eyelashes feeling as if they could stare straight into her soul, read her like an open book.

“Yup! Which is why I recommended this outfit my dear.” Anis bragged, snapping a self-satisfied pose, the plethora of bangles on her arms jangling about as she did. The noise they made demanded attention, forced you to stare and become entrapped by her.

“Look, I get it sweetie, you think you are garbage and a shadow of a woman.” Anis said.

“Ouch.” Blair sarcastically reacted.

“But trust me. You are far from it. The you that you’ve lost, the spirited woman beneath. She is still there.”

Anis left Blair speechless. Was there truly still hope for her?

“I knew I picked the right outfit,” The smiling shop-keep witch continued, framing Anis between her fingers like a photographer lining up a shot. “We just need to get you into the spirit of the season is all. Well, meet it to be specific.”

When Blair had walked into the costume shop and shared her feelings on presenting herself as more outgoing she wasn’t expecting all this. She was equal parts flattered and unsure. The woman continued to insist though that a costume was a window to the soul and that this was the right fit for her.

Seeing Blair struggle with the decision, Anis’s tone became more stern and she said, “Listen Blair. I don’t know what sort of plans you had for yourself this night. Perhaps a party, perhaps a contemplative walk. Cancel all of it! Do what I say…”

Blair listened to Anis’ instructions carefully, the confidence in her tone making it sound like this was a turning point she couldn’t pass up. It had been an interesting day for sure, but something about this visit was causing some excitement to stir deep within her, enough that she had to act on it.

“Let your true self be seen this fine Halloween…”

Those were the words Blair was left with by Anis as she exited the store before following her instructions to a T. Still fully dressed in her witch costume as Anis instructed, she bought a silver bell and sewed it just below the neckline of her dress as she was also instructed. Then at night, exactly as instructed, she made her way to a specific, large pumpkin patch filled with dead trees near an old abandoned mansion. She lit some candles between a circle of pumpkins that she centered herself in, just as instructed, and prepared to chant what Anis had told her.

Right before the words came forth a lump formed in her throat. Blair’s nerves were at it once more, that same uncertainty and doomer attitude eating away at her yet again. Here she was performing a childish ritual in some ugly place fit for a Halloween campfire gathering. It all screamed of desperation, of being cheap tricked. And yet back at the store it all felt so real and empowering.

Fighting off the doubts, the first time she had in ages, she willed herself forward and began to chant through quivering lips.

“Pum, Pum, Pum, Pum. I always get what I want, so just give it to me. Pum, Pum, Pum, Pum. I’m a beauty, beautiful pretty lady.”

Eyes closed as she chanted, she did not notice reality slightly warping around her. Shadows became more flat and distinct and candle shaped fires started to erupt on the tips of all the dead tree’s branches. The night sky then turned a dark shade of purple and the moon a bright harvest yellow.

“But you know, you know I’ve got a secret yes I do. Pumpkins, Pum, Pum, Pumpkins.”

The pumpkins surrounding her began to bloat in size, faces carving themselves out into Jack O’ Lanterns with fiendish, jagged expressions laughing at Blair. The crescent moon also grew in size, fattening and curling more harshly as it did. It looked somewhat cartoonish in it’s shape, as did the silhouette of the mansion behind the field, twisted appendages and slanting architecture distorting it’s shape.

“Pump, Pum, Pumpkins because that’s my magic spell. Pum, Pum, Pumpkins, Pum, Pum, Pumpkins yeah!”

With her final yelp almost sounding like a cheer, Blair opened her eyes to the now alien horror surrounding her. A twisted realm that disobeyed the laws of physics, the very ground jostling, the trees and mansion all moving with an off-kilter sentience. The laughter of the pumpkins could be heard, sending a chill down her spine. Most terrifying of all though was when she looked up at the moon, cold sweet pouring down her face. There, high above and dominating the skyline was a giant crescent moon with crazed, sunken eyes like a crater, a wicked, pointed noise and a rabid toothy grin—the teeth grinding together as what appeared to be blood trickled from the mouth.

Blair screamed in terror, eyes darting from one nightmare to the next. The laughing pumpkins, the slithering tree branches, the terrifying moon whose eyes were darting around as much as hers. Holding her hands to her face she tried to block out all horrors from her peripheral, trying to focus in on anything she could that looked like an escape. Then suddenly she got an overwhelming sense of someone staring at her. Not the usual uncomfortable sense though, no something immense staring at her, bearing down on her body through the sheer weight of its gaze.

From above? She thought. Strangely all the other sights and noise were stripped away from her and all she could hear was the anxious, scared thumping of her heart.

Don’t look up, she thought, feeling a weird mix of anxiety and excitement. Dangerous, but compelling.

Don’t look up, she continued to state in her mind. The beat of her heart was becoming faster.

“Don’t look up!” She screamed, unable to halt the curiosity stirring within her. She was still pressing her hands to her face and yet they felt detached. Not so much an out of body experience as it was a guiding force within her that felt like her own hands gently raising her chin upwards towards the sky to witness whatever force was stalking her.

There it was, the insidious moon she had hoped not to look at again. Except this time its eyes were no longer searching. This time they had found their target. This time they were staring straight at her.

She was frozen, immediately a slave to its gaze. It was like a communication through the eyes, the moon digging into her head and swimming in her fears and desires. Blair felt as if she was sharing her history  with a stranger without a single word being spoken, a dizzying swirl of emotions washing over her. Her face twitched as her expressions seemed caught in a sate of flux between joy, sorrow, pleasure, dread and confusion.

Suddenly the bell she had attached to her outfit felt tugged on like a magnetic force and began to ring like a dinner bell. The sound snapped Blair out of her haze, her eyes breaking free from the moon for a moment to stare down at the bell. It was shaking more violently as it continued, the sound reverberating with dominance all around her. Louder and louder it became, drowning out the natural sounds of the world. Its deafening signal made sure she was the center of attention, bats, cats, and ghostly, human shadows congregating around her. The anxiety and thrill that had been building within her earlier became even stronger the more who came to stare. She was a mess, unable to tell whether these were her actual feelings or if they were being planted within her. Whatever it was it was… it was… exciting!

A harsh force whip lashed Blair’s head back towards the night sky and the moon, their eyes locking once more. This time the turmoil of emotions became more condensed into a maddening mix of pain and pleasure, her body burning with arousal and ache. The burning was especially concentrated on her eyeballs, both rattling about as the moon’s gaze tore into Blair’s soul, gathering pieces of herself that had been long ago buried and pulling them back to the surface through the murky void of her mind’s eye. Through its recovery she could also feel outlier, more mischievous forces poisoning its visage, her sense of self feeling restored yet simultaneously corrupted. It was like she was one with herself and whatever the moon was simultaneously. A new being was rising to the forefront of her mind that was her, yet not her. Yet she craved it like she craved for her past self. Perhaps this was what she was always meant to be, the path that had never opened to her? It mattered little anymore; she coveted it, thirsted for it, she needed this Blair.

Her reborn psyche came crashing against the back of her eyeballs, both pupils illuminating with a bright, pumpkin orange light and her irises being dyed a similar color. She screamed and clamped at her eyes, burning ecstasy and pain spreading outwards from them as fast as a bush fire. Collapsing to the ground, she gritted her teeth as harsh as the moon above, eyes manic with glee, awaiting her true self to consume the old.

Consume it did, Blair’s body appearing to be eaten from the inside. All the pudge on her frame was dissipating and folds of fat were sucking inward accompanied by what sounded like someone chewing with their mouth closed—a muffled mix of innards and fat sloshing about. The looser skin left in the wake pulled taught against the thinning body, her feasting soul sucking on it like custard through a straw. Her complexion glowed and flourished for the first time in a long time, skin looking healthy and snug upon her emerging, lean muscle that had been suffocated for so many years. A more chiseled, beautiful face quickly revealed itself too from her fading, chubby cheeks. Her facial features were then squashed into a rapturous cry as the old Blair was sucked away.

The devouring of her former self was excruciatingly intense, Blair thrashing about on the ground, kicking and digging into the soft dirt. Occasionally she’d stare at her body, seeing the flab that was left jostling in every direction while sunken inwards, as if what was biting and tugging at it was from within. The hungry beast was flaring up with vigor the more it ate, a rush of energy that Blair could only think of as magic swelling at every point it bit into. First her stomach, which caved in and tightened more. Then her thighs, which were pruned of a lot of mass, but became more plush and toned. When it got to her ass it sent her over the edge, the heavy cheeks being yanked on from inside and torn into. Tightened fat and firm muscle was all that was left behind as she kicked her pelvis into the air, clenched her new butt cheeks and came, a bewitched, broken mind spelled out across her tear-ridden, wailing face.

“Yes! Yesss! Oooh, EAT ME!”

Blair’s gaze became fixated on the moon once more, its size far greater than when she first arrived. She wondered if it might be the ravenous entity that devoured her old self. Whatever it was, she was thankful for the body it bestowed upon her, all the fat a unwelcome memory—her large breasts an exception. The new magical energies the body came with began pouring out from her fingertips as she caressed its new curves and smooth skin, causing even harsher spikes of pleasure. It quickly became too much, and she quickly pulled away her hands and dug one into the dirt and stuck the other into her salivating snatch which was cumming yet again. Her fingering hand kept her riding the wave, while her hand in the ground poured potent, wicked energy into the ground straight to the devilish looking pumpkins circled around her.

The pumpkins vibrated and began to animate more, hopping about Blair and cackling through their grins. A few got close and personal with her clothes, tugging and chewing at the dress. She fingered herself harder as the pumpkins nuzzled up to her, relishing their rough textures against her sensitive skin. It was like being surrounded by a pack of thirsting demons, tearing away the dress to gaze upon the beauty they craved. She was left in only her panties, leggings, sleeves, hat, and the bare-shoulder top of her dress, her exposed body basking in the light of the Halloween moon, absorbing more of its gift.

Blair’s power and fiendish mindset only continued to grow, the dark energies being exuded attracting the shadows around her. Slithering towards her own shadow, they connected to it, casting the entire ground around her in a black that her witch outfit bled into. She felt a few tugs at her sleeves, the ends combining with the shadows below, creating a longer stretch of fabric. The sleeves were now baggy at the openings, draping several feet. The shadows mingled with her leggings and shoes as well, stitching the two together into long, thigh-high heeled boots—the toe boxes flattening and curling dramatically into long, pointed ends more befitting for a witch. Her witch hat took a turn for the wicca as well. The round brim grew wider and went slightly jagged with turned up edges much like the boots while the top of the hat grew taller—like a 10-gallon—the crown a zig-zagging shape that curled into a rigid, square spiral tip.

Blair laughed and moaned at the sky, her fingers not letting up their fierce, penetration. “P-Pum pum perfect!” she yelled.

She had fully welcomed the madness of Halloween into her soul, let it consume her, and unleashed her inner self in a flurry of magic that was now fully under her command. It seemed her fellow witch at the costume store had been right about her. She needed to celebrate the occasion and her pent up body knew exactly in what way.

Channeling her powers more into the pumpkins, she gave life to their roots. One by one each pumpkin wriggled in excitement, their green, bumpy roots breach the dirt like a colony of worms. The tentacle plants grew larger and more animated, wrapping around her body and holding tight, some lifting the candles from the earlier ritual and pouring dripping hot wax onto her tensing tummy. Wanting to escalate things further she recalled wanting to try out bondage, so she had the roots start tying her right arm and leg to each other, while the others positioned her into a compromising position. She wanted to be completely bound, yet her other hand just wouldn't stop fingering. One of the thickest roots put an end to that, harshly parting her fingers to force its way into her soaked folds. Its girth made for an excruciatingly tight fit that had to inch its way in, each nudge sending Blair squirming. The roots stabilized her quickly, tying her still free arm and leg to the others behind her, sending her posture into a dramatic backwards arc. The bondage trap was then completed around her waist with a few constrictive knots.

Blair was now at the mercy of her own creations and she loved it. She gave her minions free reign to ravage her however they pleased. And they did, large roots like the one wriggling past her panties and inside her snatch; others entering her asshole and mouth. They all began to furiously pound her, making sure though to keep an uneven pace so that there wasn’t a single moment that Blair wasn’t feeling one diving deep into her virgin holes. New sensations were awakened within her, but she knew the limits could be pushed even further. The pumpkins seemed receptive to her thoughts and answered the call, several smaller vines slithering there way into each orifice that already seemed stuffed to the brim, some even stimulating her ears, nose and belly with soft touches.

Every inch of Blair’s body was at the peak of pleasure, desperate for release. Her eyes still locked with the moon, the last vestiges of power being given to her awakening. It was the final piece she needed to truly hit that peak she had been climbing to since her transformation began. She could feel a small piece of her former self still struggling, still unsure. This final iniquitous drop of the moon’s magic would kill it!

Faster and faster the vines stirred and fucked her, building the anticipation as she felt her powers swell yet again. All her holes were leaking fluids, further lubricating each strike pushing her towards full orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She nearly choked on the one in her mouth as she felt a tingling quake in her face. The final changes took hold there, eyes upturning into a more mischievous gaze, with eyelashes bold and thick as if they were painted on with a single stroke. Her mouth curled like a cat, taking on a more cartoonish width and smile. Her purple hair curled as well, locks rolling into outlandish spirals on each side around her ears, while the rest of the tips of her hair met into sharpened points. The new look further animated her crazed, gleeful expressions as she indulged in the pumping pumpkins.

Blair’s powers soon reached their apex, magic bursting out of every pore in her body like the hot steam of a sauna. It tantalized the pumpkins further, their vines engorging on her magic and bloating with a goopy mucus ready to burst. She and her minions were on the same pace, her arousal ascending as quickly as theirs. Both were on the very edge, tip-toing on a precipice for which there was no return, Blair’s rebirth to be cemented by their love. They loved every sweating inch of her, every stuffed crevice, the beautiful witch lost to the insanity of Halloween.

It was time. Time to give into madness, into indulgence, into fun. So Blair did, each pumpkin’s vine tip opening like a hose and unloading their green, glowing cum inside her. Her rapturous, muffled cries where suffocated further by the radioactive looking fluid stuffing her mouth. Small bursts of the gunk squirted out from the edges of her mouth as there was too much for her to guzzle down. Her asshole and pussy didn’t fair any better, ludicrous amounts of green spunk popping out of her corked holes and a bulge forming in her lower abdomen from her womb being filled to its limits.

After having their fill, all the vines retracted from and unbound Blair, leaving her a shivering, moaning mess on the wet grass. Her magic settled into place within her body, the steam dissipating, and she gazed up at the moon as it curiously began to fade into darkness. All her surroundings did, the veil of night taking it all away from her and dropping her back into mortal world, the ritual complete. She was now a witch, a witch imbued with the essence of Halloween itself.

“My my, what a delicious morsel that has been birthed on such a hallowed night.” Anis purred, looking at Blair through a magic mirror in her store office, having watched the entire scene unfold.

It had been ages since she’d had the company of a fellow witch, so she figured it was only right to show her new sister the ropes--though admittedly she simply wished to couple with a fresh, horny witch. Hell, Blair seemed to be quickly getting attuned with her new powers, weaving a new outfit for herself out of thin air. The affinity Anis had gleamed earlier was spot on, she was a total natural!

Anis fetched herself one of her more revealing outfits and prepped herself a shabby broom and exited her shop. Her excited eyes were fixed on the moon as she took off into the sky.

“The night is young my dear Blair,” She muttered. “Let’s pum pum party.”