"Trick or Treat," screamed the group of ghosts, ghouls,
goblins and other assorted monsters, as Peter opened the
door. "My what a scary looking group you are, I think I
better hand over this candy before thing get ugly." The
children's eyes widen in delight when they saw the huge bowl
of goodies on the table. Peter dug deep in the bowl pulling
out mounds and mounds of candy and plopped a very generous
amount in each out stretched bag. "Gee, thanks mister,"
said the children as they happily turned and hurried down
the walk way. Peter was still like a kid. He loved the
holidays, especially Halloween. The house and yard were
decorated with lights, pumpkins and ghosts. A smile came
to Peter's face as he remembered the thrill and excitement
he felt as a child on All Hallow's Eve. He remembered
planning weeks in advance what his costume would be. He
remembered the cool fall air. He remembered the spookiness
of wondering around outside and of ghost stories but what he
remembered most was the feeling of joy he had when he
finally got home with his treats! Oh, to be a kid again!
by D. Cigny
Just as Peter was shutting off the lights and getting ready
for bed, there came another knock on the door. Boy, its
kind of late for trick or treaters he thought as he headed
to answer it. A smile came over Peter's face as he answered
the knock for there in front of him stood ... perfection.
She was dressed as a black cat. A wonderful, plump, sexy
black cat. She wore a skin tight one piece black spandex
leotard jumpsuit. It showed every soft, sensuous roll, her
huge bulging hips seemed to be about to burst the seams wide
open at any minute. Her big, soft, drooping belly, it was
a sight to behold. Amazing. Glorious. This was no
ordinary trick or treater mind you, this was the love of his
life; his dream come true.
Amanda was unlike anyone Peter had ever known. Not only was
she fat and beautiful, she was intelligent, witty, and full
of surprises. She stood about 5' 10" and weighs about 350
luscious pounds. Most of her weight placed on her belly,
hips and thighs. Perfection. The fact that she was well
aware of her beauty and extremely proud of her body only
added to her attractiveness.
She extended her fat, wondrous arms with her bag and in the
most sweet, yet sexy voice she said, "Trick or treat."
Peter stood still for a moment just taking in this vision
before him and she repeated it, "Trick or treat." Snapping
out of it, Peter dug deep into the candy bowl with both
hands and retrieved a heaping mound of goodies and placed
them into the bag. Amanda looked into the bag, then looked
up at Peter and said again, "trick or treat," with a sly
smile. Peter happily obliged the fantastic feline
impersonator reaching deep into the candy bowl yet again.
She again looked in the bag, lifted her head and licked her
chubby, red lips. She leaned towards Peter and lightly
touched her plump, moist lips to his to his ear and slowly
whispered, "I want more. I want it all. Give it to me, all
of it." Peter's body quivered with excitement as he poured
the whole bowl into her bag. She then pushed her way past
Peter into the apartment, her thunderous thighs sliding
over each other but never fully separating, jiggling with
every step. She waddled right past him into the bedroom.
Peter stood at the door momentarily, shaking his head in
disbelief. I must be the luckiest guy in the world, he
thought as he closed the door and headed for the bedroom.
In the bedroom she had dumped all of the candy around where
she was resting in the bed. She sat amongst, Mounds, Kit-
Kats, Hershey bars, Butterfingers, and her all time,
absolute favorite, peanut butter cups. "Feed me" she said.
He unwrapped a candy bar and slowly raised it to her lips.
She bit into it, softly gently savoring every morsel. She
finished the bar and seductively ate another and another,
more and more moaning with delight. Peter had lost count of
how many chocolate bars she had ingested. Judging from the
pile of wrappers on the floor and the shrinking pile on the
bed it was an impressive amount. "Feed me until I can't
move, don't stop feeding me," she demanded. "Make this
soft, flabby belly hard," she said as she slid her fat hands
all over her stomach, delighting with every movement. "Feed
me now!!" Peter grew hard with excitement as he sat next to
her gigantic body. "Feel it," she told him as she grabbed
his hand and slides it over the spandex. "Feel this
fantastic blubber. Make me fatter"
"I'm so full," Amanda said. "I think I'm going to bust."
She lay back flat on her back in bed. Her once flabby,
drooping belly was becoming hard and stuck out for what seem
to be the equivalent of miles. Again she rubbed her huge
stomach, so did Peter reveling in ecstasy. "I can't move."
Peter began peeling the black spandex jumpsuit off her.
"Here maybe this will help," he said as he removed the suit.
Flesh. Mound and mounds of tantalizing, beautiful, blubber.
"I want more. I'm so full but I have to have more. Feed me,
stuff me full, now." Amanda ordered. He furiously resumed
unwrapping chocolate bars. "Hurry," she screamed. "Hurry."
He brought a bar up to her mouth, she wrapped her fat mouth
over more then half of it and he pushed the whole bar in.
"More," she mumbled as she chewed. He pushed one right
after the other into her mouth. At least five, maybe more.
She groaned and sighed, breathing heavily repeating the word
MORE over and over again as chocolate drool ran down her
face.
Peter was ready to burst too. He couldn't stop touching
her, feeling her. He grabbed hold of her bottom roll and
shook it. All that movement, that glorious movement,
jiggling everywhere. He took his face and plunged it into
her gigantic, fabulous belly surrounding himself in her fat.
Amanda grabbed her wonderful flesh and pulled it all up
towards his face. He was suffocating in fat. He couldn't
breathe, but he didn't care; he couldn't get enough of it.
Just when he thought he might pass out he tossed his head
back, breathing once again. "Give me more," she yelled and
Peter stuffed more chocolate into her. She then rolled him
over and mounted him. On her hands and knees she moved up
his body, stopping only briefly to shake and jiggle. She
draped her fatty apron over his face, wiggling it. Then as
she moved down from his face she dropped all of her weight
onto him, crushing him. Again, Peter couldn't breathe. She
thrust even more weight onto him, pushing herself into him.
He thought he might fall through the mattress. So much
weight. "Am I heavy?" she panted. Peter couldn't talk.
"How does it feel?" "Want more?" Again she tried to push
herself right through him. She threw herself off of him as
he gasped for air. Peter couldn't stand it any longer; he
had to have her. Again they rolled over, he stuffed more
chocolate in her mouth and then they made love.
They lay in bed. Peter resting his head on Amanda's fat,
soft, stomach; they sleep. They sleep for hours. Peter is
awakened by a soft, sexy meow. Amanda presses her plump,
moist lips to Peter's ear and whispers "trick or treat."
Peter smiled as he got out of bed and headed to the kitchen,
in search of more treats. His eyes caught a glimpse of the
calendar on the wall. He sighed, only twenty-five more days
until Thanksgiving. I just love the holidays!