by Dancing Queen
It wasn’t shaping up to be a very fun night for Sarah. She had planned to go to a big Halloween party with all her friends. There was going to be music, booze, and tons of tasty “meals.” Sarah and her voraphile friends had spent weeks deciding who would make the best meals, it was going to be a party to remember. But her parents had other plans. They had their own party to go to and had asked Sarah to hand out the candy to the trick or treaters back at the house. Sarah did all she could to get out of it but since her parents couldn’t know about the party (and they certainly couldn’t know about her recently acquired taste for live meals) coupled with the fact that Sarah wasn’t a good liar, she found herself in a half-assed black witch costume wanting nothing more than the night to be over. The first hour or so was mostly young kids, 3 to 6 or so. Sarah would open the door, act surprised or scared by the children’s costumes, give them their candy and wait for the next group. She was hard pressed to fight the urge to eat the candy herself. She had eaten a light meal in anticipation of all the food at the party. She didn’t have enough time between kids to fix up a decent meal so she munched on an apple while her belly grumbled periodically in annoyance. After a couple of hours things started to slow down. Sarah thought it might finally be safe for her to get out of the witch outfit and get some food in her when the doorbell rang. She let out a sigh, put on her pointy hat, grabbed the basket of candy and opened the door. She was confronted by a small boy around ten in a home made red devil costume. Several yards behind him standing in the driveway was a girl in her late teens standing impatiently with her arms folded, chewing a bit of gum and tapping her foot, clearly no happier about how her Halloween was being spent than Sarah was. The miniature devil thrust out a bag nearly full of candy. “Trick or treat!” Sarah looked down at the child and managed a smile. “What a spooky little devil,” she said in feigned praise. The boy smiled proudly. There was a pause as he kept holding out his bag. He cocked his head and asked “Is there candy or did you eat it all?” Sarah chuckled at the child’s poke at her weight. She knelt down in front of him. “Of course not, witches don’t eat candy. We eat little kids.” “Really?” the child asked, more in impressed astonishment than fear. “Oh yes, gobble them right up.” She mimed stuffing a child in her mouth and gulping it down. The boy giggled. “Why do witches eat kids?” “Because they’re so tasty of course.” “Are you gonna eat me?” Sarah paused and gave the idea some serious thought before replying. “I would but I don’t think your mom would like that.” She motioned to the teenager in the driveway. “That’s not my mom,” the child giggled. “That’s my sister.” “Well I don’t think she’d like it if I ate you either.” “Oh… do witches ever eat older people?” The boy seemed very interested now, even as his sister let out a very audible sigh of annoyance over how long this was taking. Sarah smiled mischievously. “Usually not, bigger people are hard to swallow. But sometimes if a witch is really hungry she can eat a grown up.” The little devil’s eyes went wide. “Wow really?” Sarah nodded. Suddenly her stomach let out a particularly loud groan, the talk of a large and live meal doing nothing to help her hunger. The boy’s eyes turned to the noisy stomach. “You sound pretty hungry right now.” “Oh I am.” Sarah licked her lips and fought the urge to stuff the boy in her mouth there and then. The boy leaned in and whispered to her. “Do you think you could eat my sister?” Sarah pulled back, surprised by the child’s question. But her belly gave another, more insistent rumble and she glanced over at the teenage girl. She was a well build girl, not too skinny, a good mix of muscle and fat, Sarah licked her lips as she took in the sight. “Well… will you?” Sarah was snapped back to reality and she turned her eyes back to the young boy. “Why would you want me to eat your sister?” “Well… she’s been a real jerk all night,” the boy whispered even quieter. “And I really want to see you eat somebody, I think that’d be really cool.” Sarah smiled, salivating instinctively and glancing back at the boy’s sister. “So will you?” Another rumble from her stomach and Sarah gave it. “Alright, I’ll eat your sister.” “Really?” The boy’s face lit up with excitement. “Yes but you’ll have to help me. Here’s what I want you to do.” Sarah pulled the excited boy in close and began to whisper instructions to him. The teenager in the driveway was becoming very frustrated. She decided it was time to put her foot down, she assumed that the girl in the witch outfit would be thankful to have the little devil pulled away. She began to walk up to the pair. Sarah finished the last of her instructions. The boy then turned and saw his sister approaching and immediately rushed through the open door of the house. Sarah acted surprised as the little boy’s sister broke into a run. “Timmy! Get back out here!” “No!” came the playful yet firm response from within the house. The sister reached the front door and turned to Sarah, trying to hold back her fury. “I’m so sorry about this, he’s such a brat.” “It’s not your fault, I’ll help you catch him,” Sarah stepped aside so that Timmy’s sister could enter the house. Once the teenager was inside Sarah followed her and stopping to close and lock the front door behind her. She then turned off the front outside light to keep any other trick or treaters from coming to the door and she followed the enraged teenager into the living room. “Timmy come out of there now!” Timmy was crawling under the tables and chairs, just like Sarah had told him too. The furniture was low enough that his sister couldn’t just kneel down and reach for him. She got down on all fours, glaringly angrily as her sibling crawled around under the large coffee table. “Timmy I swear when I get a hold of you!” She got down on her belly and began to crawl under the table after Timmy, even as the child crawled out and dashed off. That was what Sarah had been waiting for, without hesitation she knelt down behind the teenager on the floor and yanked the girl’s shoes and socks off. “Hey you little twerp!” the sister exclaimed, thinking it was Timmy who had just pulled off her foot coverings. She twisted around slightly, trying to crawl backwards out from under the table. As much as Sarah preferred the taste of flesh over fabric she knew trying to get the girl’s jeans off would be more trouble then it was worth so with the shoes and socks out of the way she grabbed the teenager’s ankles, licked her lips, opened her mouth wide and plunged the girl’s bare feet into her mouth. “What the…?” came the confused cry from under the table as Timmy’s sister felt her feet lifted up and pushed into something warm and wet. “Ewwww, what’s going on!” she exclaimed as she felt Sarah’s slimy saliva coat her feet. Timmy stood next to Sarah, staring wide eyed. “Wow.” Sarah winked at that the amazed child, and grabbed the teenage girl by the knees. She took a swallow as she pulled the girl’s legs into her mouth halfway up to the knees. Timmy stared as he saw the bulge made by his sister’s feet in Sarah’s throat. “Timmy what are you doing?!?” screamed the girl as she twisted around, trying to see behind her without hitting her head on the top of the coffee table. “It’s not me sis, it’s the witch.” “What’re you talk-“ She was cut off as she felt hands grip her thighs and she was dragged along the carpet. Sarah gulped down the girl’s knees greedily and prepared for her next swallow. “The witch is gonna gobble you up sis,” Timmy told the squirming teenager plainly. “Timmy! Just stop whatever you’re doing right now! I’m getting rug burn!” “But it’s not me,” insisted the young devil. “Tim-” Again she stopped short as Sarah engulfed her well rounded thighs and gripped her hips. The girl’s legs kicked slightly in the tight confines of Sarah’s throat. The teenager looked behind her, finally out from under the table and able to see clearly what was happening. Her jaw dropped in astonishment and fear. “See I told you,” said Timmy with a smile of victory. The young girl stuttered for a moment before finding her voice again. “Oh my god! This can’t be happening!” In defiance of this statement Sarah pulled the girl further in eagerly stretching her lips over the teenager’s plump hips and firm rump which filled her cheeks pleasantly. “Timmy help me! Pull me out!” The boy plodded over toward his sister who stretched her arms out toward him. But rather than take hold of her hands he walked past her arms and gripped the bit of her waist not yet engulfed by Sarah’s hungry lips. “Pull Timmy!” But to the teenager’s stunned astonishment her young brother gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her still outstretched arms, just as Sarah had instructed him to earlier. His sister didn’t give any notable struggle, clearly too shocked by all that was happening to react before Timmy had already off her shirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in a violet strapless bra. “Timmy what are you doing?!?” she cried with fearful shock in her face. “She doesn’t like cotton,” said the little devil, pointing to Sarah. “She said it gives her a belly ache.” Sarah winked at Timmy. The teenager just stared in disbelief but then gasped and squirmed as Sarah grabbed at her sides and hungrily gulped in the girl’s bare and mildly pudgy stomach. She ran her tongue over the sumptuous flesh, teasing her meal’s navel. Timmy chuckled at his sister who was uncontrollably giggling from the savage tickling of Sarah’s tongue. The girl flapped her arms about, trying to find something to grab onto even as she was squirming in laughter. Still tickling the tasty navel in her mouth Sarah reached up and undid the struggling teenager’s strapless bra which fell to the floor lightly. The girl covered her exposed breasts with her hands instinctively. Timmy giggled at his sister’s humiliation. Sarah took another gulp. She sucked in the girl’s lower chest and abs, suddenly reminded of her predicament Timmy’s sister once again stretched out her arms grabbing wildly at the air, leaving her exposed young breasts resting against Sarah’s lower lip. “Timmy make her stop!” “But she really needs to eat, she told me so. I don’t want her to go hungry,” Timmy replied innocently. With that Sarah grabbed the teenager’s shoulders and pulled her in as she swallowed yet again, engulfing the girl’s plump and meaty breasts. Her neck was bulged out, stretched tightly by the presence of her meal’s full hips. Following this gulp Sarah released the girl’s shoulders and put her arms against the floor behind her, propping herself up as she leaned back, starting to tire. She tilted her head back, pointing the teenager’s head and outstretched arms straight up in the air. Timmy watched as Sarah panted slightly around her meal, a bulge starting to grow in her belly from his sister’s legs, stretching the black robe of the witch costume out. Timmy dashed over to Sarah’s side. “Need some help?” asked the young boy eagerly. “Good god yes! Pull me out! I’m starting to go into her stomach!” his sister cried out hysterically. Knowing that the question was directed at her, Sarah winked at the child. Timmy smiled widely and put his hands on top of his sister’s head. “Pull Timmy!” But he didn’t pull, instead he pushed as Sarah took another powerful swallow. “Timmy?!?” was the last thing the teenager managed to sputter before her head disappeared between Sarah’s stretched and hungry lips. The bulge in her belly had grown larger with this swallow and the fabric of the costume seemed stretched to almost its limit. Timmy backed away as Sarah steadied herself and with one last loud *GULP* Timmy watched his sister’s arms slurped down Sarah’s hungry gullet. There was an audible ripping sound as Sarah’s belly surged out from the arriving meal, tearing a neat window in the front of the robe through which it hung out. Her neck and chest reformed to their normal size, though her belly grew even further, as her meal made its final descent into her most satisfied tummy. “Wow! That was the coolest thing ever!” Sarah let out a resounding belch of agreement, licking her lips afterwards. “She was so delicious, thank you so much Timmy for letting me eat her.” “Sure thing, it was awesome!” Sarah chuckled at the child’s innocence, reaching out and patting his head. Following the pat she placed her hand on her mammoth belly, rubbing it lovingly. “Come put your hand on it Timmy, you can feel her moving.” “Really?” the preteen devil scampered over and put both his hands on Sarah’s fleshy mound. “Wow you’re right!” Sarah scooted back a few feet and leaned against the wall, exhausted but ecstatically full. “You should probably head home Timmy.” “Awww, do I have to?” the boy whined. Sarah nodded with an amused grin. “If you stay I might be tempted to have you for desert.” Timmy giggled and gathered up his bag of candy. “You can have the rest of the candy in the basket, I think it’s a fair trade.” “Really? Thanks!” Timmy ran over to hug Sarah, but ended just hugging her belly, feeling his sister wriggle about inside. “You can find your way home on your own right?” asked Sarah after the hug as Timmy emptied the basket of candy into his bag. The young boy nodded and reached for the door, he paused and turned to the bloated female form on the floor. “Can I bring over somebody else for you to eat tomorrow?” Sarah gave this tempting idea some thought. She almost agreed but soon realized it would just be begging for trouble. She shook her head. “No, we witches only come out on Halloween.” “Oh,” said the little boy, a bit disappointed. “Well bye then, Happy Halloween.” “Happy Halloween to you too Timmy.” Sarah waved at the little red devil as he left, closing the door behind him. “Nice boy,” Sarah thought to herself as she pushed her back against the wall to get to her feet. She waddled slowly to her room, cradling her massive stomach as she went. “Maybe he’ll bring me a treat next year.” "Hungry Halloween" is © its creator, Dancing
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