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Hi everybody! I hope some one can help me. I am trying to find a story about an Book Author who is cursed at Halloween. She is suppose to be nicer to her neighbors otherwise she will wake up a year later more fat and sloppier. She ends up huge, without being able to break the curse. I don't know If I read it here or at DeviantArt (probably)

Hello readers of FA story section. Since it's the day after thanksgiving here in Canada and Halloween is coming up, I thought it was time to post this gem from furaffinity.com The author is Almeric and it's edited by myself. It's not a furry storry anymore but just plain extreme FA fantasy literature. There are several other stories which are top notch over there by Almeric and other authors too. Let me know what you think and I may ask for permission again and post some more. Enjoy. It wasn't that Gillian disliked Halloween, she just didn't see the point of it. All other holidays had some sort of religious or cultural significance but how did Halloween manage to gain such notoriety? Was the sale of cheap plastic masks and little boxes of candy really all that lucrative? She couldn't imagine how an industry could be propped up on one day of the year alone. Although she did notice that a lot of candy was sold well before the actual day. And the build up was another problem. Television was saturated with Halloween episodes of shows and constantly played scary movies. Terrible slasher flicks and old black and white monster movies peppered the airwaves, leaving few channels untouched. It was all Gillian could do to find something that hadn't been disrupted by the holiday. Christmas didn't seem quite so unpleasant because there was a charm about it. A sense of well being and sharing. Halloween seemed to be about candy and the smell of bad make up. Gillian considered herself a fairly reasonable citizen. She lived a blameless life as a writer, selling a few stories and the occasional book online. She always kept her apartment clean and the noise levels down. She felt it wasn't much to ask to not have to suffer through the assault on her senses that Halloween had become. “I don't get it Gillian.” A friend had asked her one day when they met for coffee. “Even the people that don't really go in for Halloween at least tolerate it.” This last bit had been in response to Gillian moving a small decorative pumpkin off the table they were sitting at. “What's not to get? I hate having things shoved into my face. And Halloween seems to be the one that tries to get into my face the most.” “Have you ever tried, I don't know, maybe just trying to go with it? You've got a creative mind. I bet you could come up with some really fun ideas.” “Why would I want to do that?” Gillian asked. Her friend Diana had always been into holidays and dressing up in costumes. Any excuse to pretend was good enough for her. “Because you'd look really cute as a devil.” “Ahh see now there's something I really hate.” Gillian almost snorted. “The stigma against pagans. It's always us that gets made to look like demons and devils.” “Well "sex positive girls" don't fair much better you know.” Diana replied as she took a bite of a cookie covered in icing to make it look like a jack o lantern. “What do you mean? All the pictures and costumes I see are of hot girls getting to dress up like witches which the holiday has embraced. You're everywhere! It's like the holiday is made just for you. And what do pagans get?” “To pretend to be Satan?” Diana answered, she'd long ago become accustomed to Gillian's rants about Halloween. “Exactly. Well not this year. I'm swearing off the holiday.” “You always say that.” “But this year I mean it. Not even any trick or treats. Let those kids parents buy their own sweets rather than beg me for some. The stuff drops goes like fifty percent off the next day anyway.” “It's not just about the candy Gillian.” “Right it's about adults going to parties in slutty outfits dressed as ghosts and nurses.” “And witches.” Diana said with a smile. “You know what I mean.” Gillian grunted as she looked around the coffee shop. Everything was decorated with plastic ghosts and there was even a tip quiz asking who would win in a fight: Dracula or Frankenstein? “We've become obsessed with this glorification of consumerism.” “Well if you're going to go all 'Occupy Walmart' on me then I'm gonna head out.” Diana said as she got up from her chair. “You know you shouldn't really take things so seriously. Learn to have some fun once and a while Gillian. It'd be good for you.” “Hey I'm tons of fun.” Gillian protested as her friend left the shop. “I know how to have a good time. It just doesn't involve cavities and type II diabetes.” Gillian hadn't really meant for her stance against Halloween to become a hill she was prepared to die for but things became less and less bearable by the time Halloween finally arrived. She made it a point to remain inside for the entire day. She wasn't going to venture out at all. She'd cloister herself inside, close the blinds and then wait it out. Once the day was over everything would disappear. It was amazing how quickly people abandoned the holiday in favor of the next one. It was one of the few things she actually liked about this time of year. For most of the day the plan worked perfectly. Her morning was spent with coffee and the paper. She avoided the local section to try and free herself of having to stare at Halloween decorations but was soon forced to abandon the paper once it became clear the holiday was the topic of almost every page. She settled for simply browsing the internet and doing a bit of writing. A few ideas had popped into her head in the past few days and between that and watching some TV shows on her computer she was Halloween free. Of course the morning was the easy part. Nothing happened during the day of Halloween in the morning aside from school kids dressed in costumes and a few younger children trick or treating. It all kicked off in the evening. Once it hit three o'clock Gillian's phone began to ring as friends and neighbors alike began to bombard her with invites to Halloween parties. She was forced to turn the phone off when Diana assaulted her with little bat and pumpkin emoji's. There was an astoundingly large amount of families in her apartment building which was what she was dreading. She'd left her door bare of any sort of markings and hoped they would get the message. She'd contemplated putting up a sign that gave her stance on everything and asked to be left alone but she'd seen enough sitcoms to know that something like that could blow up in her face. She was taking a stand against a holiday not trying to make herself look like a jerk to her neighbors. As six o'clock rolled around Gillian heard muffled sounds of 'trick or treat' coming from down the hall. In response she put on her headphones and leaned over her keyboard, hoping people would get the message. Her door was knocked on twice during that time before she was given blessed silence. At least, for a little while. The evening progressed with a few more knocks and calls if anyone was home. It was so frustrating to have be bothered like that. Couldn't they understand she didn't want to be apart of it? When she was little she remembered that no lights or decorations was an indicator of not being home or not wanting to participate. What was worse was when the parties around her began to start. IT was hard to get stop being reminded of Halloween when all you could hear was a muffled dance version of the Monster Mash thumping through your walls. It got to the point where she was forced to call her upstairs neighbor, hating herself for having to do so. “Hello who is it?” a voice shouted over the noise of the party. “Hey this is Gillian, your downstairs neighbor.” “Oh hey Gillian. What can I do for you?” “I was wondering if you could turn your music down a bit? It's a little distracting.” “What? Could you speak up?” “I said can you turn your music down?” Gillian said louder, her blood starting to pulse in her ears. “Turn it down? Are you home?” “Yes I'm downstairs and I can hear it right through the floor.” “Why don't you come on up? Its a great party. We'd love to see you.” “Yeah get her up here!” A drunk voice shouted in the background. “Can't have a Halloween party without a witch! It'll help the atmosphere.” Gillian felt her blood run cold at that. In that moment every annoyance and displeasure turned from simply a low lying sense of discomfort and disapproval morphed into pure, splenetic rage. “Listen!” Gillian shouted. “if you don't turn down that damn music then I'm gonna call the super! You don't get to blare your music just cause you and a bunch of drunk idiots wanna dance around and act like children! Turn it down or else!” “The supers up here with us.” “Then I'll call the damn cops! Whatever! Just turn it down!” Gillian shouted just as there was another knock on the door. She snapped her head towards it and suddenly, regretfully, she felt the need to vent. She needed to rage at something. She needed something to pour her hatred and bile onto. It didn't matter who or what. Something was going to pay for this constant assault on her senses. “What?” She shouted as she tore her front door open, looking out in the hallway and then jerking her head down to see a bed sheet with a bushy tail and fox ears pointing out of the top of it. The fur dotted sheet held up a bag in the shape of a pumpkin and proudly proclaimed “Trick or treat!” “Look.” Gillian growled, “I don't have any candy so how about I give you some damn advice? How about you stop knocking on strangers doors and begging for candy? How about you leave me alone and go bother someone else who gives a damn about Halloween?!” There was a moment of brutal silence as the small ghost looked as though it had been slapped. The bag dropped from its paws, sending candy scattering on the floor at Gillian's feet. The realization of what she'd just done slammed into her chest. Before she could move the ghost turned and ran crying down the hall. “No! Wait!” Gillian called as the ghost ran around the corner. She followed after it, hoping desperately to undo what she'd done. As she ran around the corner she was met with the image of the ghost, now fully exposed to be a sobbing kid being held in the arms of an elderly looking woman who was doing her best to try and console the child. “Look I'm really sorry.” Gillian started but stopped when the eyes of the old woman landed on her. “Sorry?” The woman asked, her voice heavily accented as she stood up, pushing the ghost kid behind her. “You scream at a poor child? You shout at them and berate them for bothering you on a day like this and you're sorry? How dare you!” She almost snarled, hobbling towards Gillian. The hunched lady barely came up to her chest but Gillian felt cowed by the older woman. She was wearing a gypsy costume complete with earrings and a scarf on her head. She jabbed a bony claw at Gillian's face, causing her to reel back. “You think you're the only one that exists do you? That no one elses opinions or thoughts matter? You think this poor child doesn't have feelings? You think other people don't have feelings or care?” “What? No.” Gillian said, trying to walk back towards her apartment as the woman followed, still snarling and jabbing her finger. “I've just had..Well I'm just fed up with.” Gillian stammered as she tried to explain her position but none of it felt adequate anymore. Her carefully thought out stance on Halloween crumbled into dust when presented with the damage she'd caused that night. “In all my years I've never met such a selfish person!” the woman growled. “Very well then! You hate this holiday so much? You hate dealing with others enjoyment so much? Then we shall see how you like never having to deal with it again!” The woman began to wave her hands in front of Gillian and speak a language that sounded Eastern European. Gillian continued to back up, suddenly tripping over the dropped back of candy and was sent crashing onto her back into her front hall, looking up as the old woman continued to chant and mutter. “You'll stay here then until you learn what it means to be generous. To be a giving person. Then maybe you'll see the error of your ways!” With that the gypsy lady reached down and scooped the candy bag into the bag and yanked the door closed. Gillian spent a few minutes laying on the floor in stunned silence. Had that really just happened? Did she just get admonished by an old hag? She quickly pulled herself upright and rushed back out into the hall. She had to find that old lady and that poor child. She needed to explain herself. She wasn't mean really. She was just so annoyed with everything but that was no excuse. She needed to them both. She'd die if she went the rest of her life not being able to show them that it was all a misunderstanding and that she'd do anything to make it right. But once down the hall and around the corner she found no trace of the old woman and the child. She went from floor to floor, running through the halls, trying to find them. She racked her mind for any other eastern europeans that lived in the building and so went to their apartments, hopeful that they might be able to give her some clue as to where she'd gone. The few that weren't at parties had no help to offer other than a joke about her being too old to trick or treat. After an hour of fruitless searching Gillian returned to her apartment utterly dejected. She dreaded the idea of leaving it for a day. She wanted to solve the problem now but she didn't dare show her face at the party upstairs for fear of having to deal with anyone else. It wouldn't be easy to undo the damage she'd caused that night. Gillian passed the rest of the evening at her computer, feeling miserable about her actions before finally heading to bed, hoping that things would look better in the morning once she located that old woman and made things right. The night Gillian endured could have been seen as anything other than restful. Her mind was filled with guilt from her actions in the past day. What was even stranger was the feeling of movement and displacement that she felt. She dreamed she was being bounced around across the city. Her vision filled with the blurry images of people and places. Her life seemed to be flying across her eyes, disorienting her and making her flail against sleep. She pushed against the feeling and the realization she was dreaming struck her semi-conscious mind. She began to push against it but it was like trying to push through molasses. She suddenly flailed as consciousness slammed into her, sending her rolling off the bed and slamming into the floor. “Ohhh what?” Gillian groaned. She had gone to bed earlier than normal, hoping to get up early and start her search but instead felt like she'd woken up from an all night bender. Her body felt sluggish and her head throbbed with a steady dull rhythm. With a grunt she hoisted herself to her feet and tugged her shirt back down over her stomach. She got to the door of her bedroom before it occurred to her that she hadn't gone to bed wearing a shirt. As she wandered towards her bathroom she couldn't get over how odd she felt. Her body felt slower, more sluggish. It was as if her body had been strapped weights and not to mention that her mouth tasted chalky. It'd be just perfect if I started coming down with a cold, she thought to herself as she switched on the bathroom light and looked into the mirror. Gillian had taken great pains to try and make a job from home work. She'd poured a great deal of time and effort into her books and had accumulated a small but respectable following of fans that enjoyed her work enough to allow her to work from home. The moment she took the step to work from home however, she knew she'd have to start going to the gym if she wanted to keep from blimping up. The allure of rich breakfasts, late lunches and constant snacking was a constantly looking figure that threatened turn Gillian into an overweight blob if she didn't keep it under control. As a result, while she wasn't the size of a swimsuit model she'd managed to keep a relatively slim figure. One would be forgiven for thinking her a liar if they were standing beside her that morning. Instead of the normally slim girl looking back at her Gillian found herself looking as though she'd been stuffed with marshmallows. Her cheeks had puffed out somehow overnight, causing her nose to scrunch up and make the tiny scar that ran up the bridge of her nose look like a twizzler stuck between two marshmallows. Her neck looked softer and less defined while her shoulders were definitely wider as well. Her chest had inflated as well. This might not have been such a bad thing, she'd always been small In the chest, were it not for the fact that her stomach had swelled as well. Turned from relatively flat to a nice round pot that quivered and rolled easily between her slightly thicker fingers when she poked at it. Her body was coasted in a soft blond hair that she normally never thought about but now felt it accentuated the changes to her frame. Her thighs rubbed together gently and wobbled in much the same way her stomach had done. It looked as though she'd gained almost sixty pounds. She turned to the side and looked in horror at her backside which had bloated out considerably. No matter how hard she tried she always had a large rear because of her constant sitting in front of her computer. Now however her backside had swollen into a pair of plump mounds that overflowed her paws and gave generously under a pair sweatpants she never knew she owned. The whole effect making her already chunky butt look all the more chubby. Her mind raced as she struggled to figure out what had gone on. Her mind raced as she turned her head this way and that. She tilted her head up, noting that even if she kept it up she'd still look to have a double chin if she were photographed. She gave her short hair a rub as if it's continued blondness might keep mean that some part of her could be salvaged. Gillian stood in the front of the mirror for a few more moments, exploring the strange changes that had occurred to her body before finally making an attempt to figure out what was going on. Clearly, she was suffering from some sort of allergic reaction. It was the only explanation for her sudden bloating. But from what? As far as she knew she didn't have any allergies. She began to run through the previous day, trying to see if she'd come into contact with anything new. She'd spent her entire day at home except for when she ran out the speak to that old woman. Gillian's eyes widened and a wave of relief suddenly washed over her. That's what it must have been. The woman must have been wearing some sort of perfume or the material of her clothing had caused an allergic reaction. The memory of the woman brought her actions of the previous night crashing down on her head and guilt once more took hold. She groaned inwardly as she opened the medicine cupboard and downed a few antihistamines. They'd make her drowsy but she wanted to make sure whatever was happening to her was gone by the end of the day. Gillian wasn't vain but she didn't want to go out looking like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Girl. In the mean time she decided to take a cautiously optimistic view on things. She put the kettle on and tossed a couple of eggs in a frying pan to deal with a sudden gnawing hunger as she planned out her day. Once the swelling reduced she'd head out to see if she could find that woman and explain herself. She had to live somewhere in the building. Otherwise why would she even be there in the first place? She did step out into the hallway for a moment to retrieve the paper with the intent of looking it over during breakfast. As she waited for the kettle to boil she stared down at the eggs as they cooked. Funny, they didn't seem to look as filling as they usually did. With a shrug she grabbed a few slices of bread and tossed them into the toaster. Yet still that seemed like it wasn't going to be enough. The growl in her stomach seemed to suggest something more was needed. She pulled a bag of hash browns out of the freezer and put them in another pan with some oil and put a few slices of bacon in with the eggs. The smell of the food smelled particularly good that morning. So much so that she found herself almost drooling at the sight of the eggs and bacon. That's weird, Gillian mused as she watched her breakfast cook. I don't remember buying bacon. And come to think of it when have I ever had hash browns before? This was puzzling. Normally her breakfast routine was just toast or oatmeal. This was quickly turning into one of those continental breakfast you could get at a hotel chain. She glanced back inside the fridge and found herself looking a grocery landscape that was completely foreign to her. Two dozen eggs sat beside a large carton of eggnog and a gallon of whole milk. There was a large brick of cheese sitting next to several bottles of mayo, mustard and relish along with a package of hot dogs. There wasn't a single veggie to be seen amidst the mixture of condiments, packages of pudding and even a whole store bought cake. The freezer offered up a similar picture with frozen dinners, ice cream in bar and tub form, as well as frozen burger patties and curly fries. Gillian looked on in complete bafflement at the bevy of unwelcome and highly fattening foods that were laid out for her. It was as if someone had replaced her fridge. Her attention was drawn from her food situation by the smell of burning toast and she turned just in time to see two chard black shards of toast pop out of the toaster as her eggs and bacon shriveled and her hash browns began to fuse with the bottom of the pan, filling her apartment with smoke and setting her smoke alarm off. Once the chaos of the situation had been solved Gillian tossed the pans with their contents still glued to them into a sink that was full of dirty dishes, another puzzling development since Gillian remembered doing the dishes the night before. She settled on a bowl of sugary cereal she never bought from a cupboard full of snacks and chips that she could swear had not been there the night before and sat down at her kitchen table utterly stumped. As she poured milk into her cereal and tea she began to read the paper. It took her only a few seconds to realize something was strange about the paper. She was greeted with a new headline but the side articles were all talking about Halloween fairs and festivals that were going on that day. A quick glance through the other sections showed the same thing. Halloween ads and events peppered the pages. As she stared in confusion she turned the paper back to the front page. It still said Oct 31st except the date was a year off. Suddenly everything seemed to click in her mind. It all made sense to her. This must be some kind of prank, Gillian thought as she set the paper back down and let out a conciliatory chuckle. It was obvious that someone, probably Diana, had snuck into her place during the night and changed everything around. She'd stocked the fridge with weird food and even made up a gag newspaper. It had all the hallmarks of something her friend might have done. The girl was prone to pranks from time to time although actually going into Gillian's home was a new one. I suppose I had better congratulate her, Gillian sighed as she picked up her phone and stopped when she noticed the date. She'd even gotten to her phone? This was a rare level of skill. “Hello?” Diana's voice asked. “Hey Diana.” “Wh-Gillian? Uh hi. How's it going?” “Oh its going fine.” Gillian replied as she lifted the newspaper. “Just going over the morning paper over a bowl of Sugar Puffs. Some mighty interesting articles in here.” “that's...good?” “Yeah so much interesting stuff on for today. Just oodles of things. Listen, is there anything you might want to tell me?” “Tell you?” Diana asked sounding completely bewildered. “What do you mean?” “Oh I think you know. The fridge? The paper?” “Did your fridge break down again? Listen I told you you shouldn't stock it with so much stuff.” It was Gillian's turn to be bewildered. “What do you mean Diana? You stocked my fridge.” “No I didn't. I mean I did that one time when you were on the couch in a pizza coma but that was months ago.” “Months? Look Diana the jokes gone on long enough. Very funny, ha ha, you pulled a weird prank on me. Is this because of my tirade on Halloween?” Because if it is, Gillian thought, I've already paid for it. “Gillian I don't know whats going on but I have literally no idea what your talking about. Now I gotta get back to work.” “Work? But I thought you took the 1st off?” “Yeah I did Gillian.” Diana answered. “Last year.” “Right well when you're ready to let the joke go just give me a call.” Gillian said as she hung up the phone. Honestly, how far was one person willing to take a joke?” As Gillian sat at the table she began to notice more odd changes. There was a pile of boxes sitting beside her bookshelf. The outsides of which proudly proclaimed each one was filled with one hundred and twenty bite sized candy bards. Or at least they had been. Gillian peeked inside to find them all stuffed with empty wrappers. What exactly was Diana trying to prove? The rest of the apartment was off as well. There was mail from various dates on the counter as well as stains and spots on the carpet. Diana had gone out to prove something. Gillian just wished she could figure out what it was. Gillian had planned to spend the rest of the morning doing a bit of proofreading of works in progress but stopped when she looked at her computer. It was on but she distinctly remembered turning it off the night before. Had Diana turned it on just to mess with her? And if so how did she bypass the her password? When she pulled up her folder full of projects she stopped and stared at what she found. Half the file names had been messed with. There were new stories started with strange names like 'The Pirate Queens Kiss' and 'Sealed in Secret' as well as several other strange and poorly thought out names. They were named after the kind of terrible romance novels that Gillian saw for sale all over the place. This finding made her feel angry as well as violated. A prank was one thing but this was too much. Several stories didn't appear to even be there anymore. Had Diana hidden them on her? She rubbed her face in frustration as she tried to make sense of things. She thought about calling Diana once more and demanding that she end this stupid game and give her back her files but managed to stop herself. That was exactly what Diana would want. She'd love to have Gillian frothing at the mouth at her over the phone. She was probably having a good chuckle about it right now. Gillian simply decided to endure the prank and get through the rest of the day. By the time afternoon rolled around Gillian had felt hungry again. Not wanting to let food go to waste she pulled one of the frozen dinners out of the freezer and cooked. If Diana wanted to waste money on feeding her she wasn't going to say no. As she sat down in front of her computer again she was stopped by a knock on the door. Her heart jumped at the thought of it maybe being the old woman. Maybe she'd realized how quick she'd been to judge Gillian and had come back to make amends? That'd give Gillian the perfect chance to show her she wasn't a mean person. Her race across the room made her body jiggle and bounce in a way that caused her to slow down in order to compensate for sudden alien feeling her body gave her. She pulled open the door to find her neighbor standing in front of her. “Good morning Sheila.” Gillian said, making herself sound as chipper as possible. “Hello Gillian.” Sheila replied, her voice devoid of any warmth. “What can I do for you?” Gillian asked. “I just wanted to let you know that our party is going to be a little late tonight and we've cleared it with the super so you can complain and bitch all you want but it won't make any difference.” Gillian stared in disbelief. Gillian had always thought of herself as a good neighbor. Sheila had been over to her place a few times for coffee and they'd even watched a couple movies together. So why was she suddenly being so mean? And why was she dressed like a bee? “I uh... No of course not. Have fun Sheila.” Gillian said, causing the bee to look puzzled before shaking her head. “Oh I'm sorry Gillian. That was mean of me.” Sheila replied, the cold attitude she'd brought with her suddenly flooding away to reveal the more thoughtful and sappy otter that Gillian had come to know. “It's just that. Well...Robert was worried you might give us some trouble and I didn't want that to happen but he had a point about you after the last time and-” “Woah woah last time?” Gillian cut in with a wave of her paw. “Last time of what?” “The last time we had a party you called the police on us Gillian.” Sheila almost shouted as if shocked that Gillian would have forgotten. “And the time before that when you came over and banged on the door during our movie night. And the time when you threatened to sue us if you caught our son playing in the hall ever again.” She was almost in tears at this point. “And I just wanted to tell you about this party so you wouldn't claim we didn't clear it with you first. Because it's so damn important that you not be disturbed!” With that she ran back down the hall, leaving a stunned Gillian watching her go. What in the name of god was going on? Gillian marched back into her apartment and rubbed her temples. Was this whole building going insane? Was Sheila in on the joke too? It didn't seem possible. If it was then Sheila had just given an Oscar winning performance. Why was everyone acting so strangely to her? The rest of the evening passed by as puzzling as the morning had. She heard music coming through the wall at a volume that could be described as spiteful. It was as though they were trying to punish her with bad Halloween music. And why Halloween music? Had that old woman gone around to everyone and told them what she'd done? Was this just a big punishment for her? She had never meant to do what she did. It was a moment of weakness. She eventually went to bed and spent the rest of the night trying to ignore the music that still blasted through the wall before finally passing into a fitful sleep. Again Gillian was assaulted with strange dreams. Snippets of thoughts and words. The smell of various different kinds of foods and the feeling of anger and intense annoyance seemed to underline everything she felt as she writhed and squirmed before finally waking up once more. The words of the old woman ringing in her ears as she sat up in bed. Or at least she tried to sit up. It felt as though something was pinning her down. Was this sleep paralysis? She squirmed heavily, trying to break free from the trappings of whatever held her before she realized that it was attached to her. When she opened her eyes and looked down she felt her blood run cold as she discovered that the source of her discomfort was herself. If her previous size had been a mild allergic reaction then her current size was nothing short of a medical emergency. Gillian looked on to see her view obscured by a pair of swollen breasts that rose like twin mountains in front of her face, settled lazily on her chest by a stained and torn bra. That was nothing however compared to the balloon of a belly that rose up in front of her. She reached an arm heavy with newfound padding towards her stomach and squeezed it. She watched in horror as her paw sank into that dough like belly, feeling every ripple and jiggle through her body as she groped and squeezed. With a grunt she hauled herself out of bed, feeling her thighs roll and spread out on the edge of the bed as she pulled herself upright with a grunt. Her body seemed to be fighting her every step of the way as she half ran half shuffled towards the bathroom. The image in the bathroom was once more a distorted one. Where Gillian had looked puffy before she looked positively overweight now. Her stomach had inflated once more, sporting that strange fold in the middle that she'd seen on others with weight issues. Her hips thighs rolled happily against one another when she moved like a pair of happy puppies. She didn't even want to think about what was going on with her backside but based on the difficulty with which she got out of bed it was a good assumption that it had ballooned out as well. “What's happening to me?” Gillian said as she pressed her paws into her stomach, forcing a loud spicy belch out of her snout. She looked over her fat cheeks once again. Her brown eyes looking red and bloodshot. What had happened last night? She'd gone to bed late because of that damn party. She must have had a rougher night than she'd thought. “Damn neighbors.” She grunted as she turned to leave the bathroom. Whoa, where did that come from? Gillian never cursed out her neighbors but the words flowed so easily for some reason. As she stepped out from her bathroom she was given another shock as she looked around her apartment. Where the day before it had been untidy now it was a complete mess. There was a pile of pizza boxes beside her computer desk while towers of dishes covered every available surface. More boxes of Halloween candy were piled in the corner along with empty plastic containers for cupcakes and doughnuts. Gillian felt a chill run down her spine. Someone was messing with her. That had to be the answer but how? And why? As she moved towards her kitchen table she leafed through the large pile of mail that had apparently been dumped there. She sifted through fliers and old bank statements, all of which had a smattering of dates only they were from various points two years in the future. The only mail that appeared to be open were what looked to be checks that had been cashed. Gillian stared for a few moments more before spotting one of the containers on the table. It held a single cupcake with orange icing. Without knowing why she reached into the box and popped it into her snout. As she ate she was suddenly flooded with a vision of herself laying on the couch, boxes of cupcakes beside her. She was stuffing them into her snout without a care in the world as she flipped through different channels on TV. This was made all the more chilling since she didn't have cable or own a TV. Yet there one sat in her living room. In fact the box was laying among the pile of boxes in the corner. Gillian felt her fat knees go weak as she fell back into the couch, grunting as the couch groaned and her entire body rippled and jiggled from the impact. She squeezed her stomach once more and felt how real and soft she'd become. Her body was overflowing with what had to be some sort of allergic reaction but how could it? It had girth and weight. It felt like she was coated in blubber. If she'd gotten this big from allergies it'd have to be life threatening by now but she wasn't suffering from any shortness of breath beyond what came from the effort of moving her newfound girth. With some effort she hoisted herself out of the couch and waddled back towards the bedroom to grab her phone but found it missing. She knew she'd left it beside the night stand so where did it go? A quick search found it in the kitchen sitting among boxes of instant pancake mix. Once there she picked up the phone and found the date was still Oct 31st only now it was another year further ahead. As she puzzled over this her body seemed to work on autopilot as she mixed up buttermilk pancake batter in a triple batch. She checked her call history and saw that her phone activity trailed back for months, mostly to the same number. There was no way Diana could have orchestrated this. Something else was going on. As the pancakes sizzled on a grill Gillian had never purchased she went to grab the paper, pulling her front door open to find that it had new locks on it. Several bolts had been added and it was then that Gillian noticed the latch was still on. How had anyone gotten inside if the latch was on? She quickly scooped up the paper and slammed the door, locking it tight. With mounting dread she carried the paper back under her arm to the kitchen, still taking time to check and flip her pancakes as she looked at the front page. The date was still Oct 31st but the year, like her phone had shifted one year forward. What was going on? How was this possible? Gillian felt as though the world was spinning out of control. She planted herself down at the kitchen table and tried to ignore the sensation of her rump cheeks oozing over the sides of the chair and the dimples of back fat pushing through the rungs on the back. As she stared at the front page she suddenly became aware the large pile of pancakes and syrup in front of her. She'd been so busy with the paper that she never noticed she finished making breakfast. Without thinking she began to eat hungrily, stuffing the pancakes into her snout and licking her fat muzzle clean as she examined the paper. It was the same deal as the day before. Everything was different but it was the same day just a year ahead. She'd finished the stack of pancakes before she knew what she was doing and was surprised when she began to lick the plate clean. Why was she so damn hungry? That amount of food would have made her stomach burst before and yet she knew she needed more to eat. She opened the fridge and tore open a pack of bacon and tossed it in a pan as she cooked more pancakes. She was out of control! It was as though someone was in control of her body and she was desperately fighting to regain dominance. But it all felt so familiar, so natural to her. The motions of cooking and eating felt like a routine she was breaking by finding it so weird. As the next batch of food cooked Gillian opened her phone and called the other number she'd found on her phone. Just who was this person? As the phone rang she munched down a few slices of bacon, licking her fingers clean before a voice picked up. “Vendler Co Publishing.” “Hello?” Gillian asked cautiously. “Oh hey Gillian!” The voice said, suddenly turning warm and accommodating. “What can I do for my favorite writer today?” “Oh I'm good.” Gillian answered, deciding to play along as she began to stuff her cheeks with more pancakes. “Just called to see what was up.” “Oh...” the voice on the other end changed suddenly. The warmth drained away and replaced with an almost pleading tone. “Well not to worry Gillian. You're next payment is coming. Is it late? I told them to start expediting the checks rather than just sending them in the post. I told them a dozen times Gillian but I'll get right on it. Heads will roll don't you worry.” Gillian hung up the phone and tossed it onto the pile of mail. The world had gone insane and none of it made sense. She stood for a moment in the kitchen, cooking mindlessly, letting herself work through a routine that had formed seemingly overnight along with all this extra weight. She searched for another clean plate but somehow knew there weren't any clean ones and there hadn't been for quite some time. She spooned her bacon and pancakes into the same plate she'd used before and sat down at the table, feeling miserable as she stuffed her face. She sat like that for most of the morning, filling her growling belly and burping heavily. Her body a churning mass of white pale lard. She let her eyes flow around the apartment, letting her gaze land on piles of clothes that she never remembered buying and boxes that used to contain food. Eventually her eyes landed on her bookshelf. She didn't really have a large library of books, just some old classics from school and a few novels that she'd always enjoyed. Now however, there seemed to be another section on the top shelf she'd never managed to fill. As she wandered over, hugging her swollen, food stuffed belly as he peeked at the books. They were all cheap trashy paperbacks. The king you found in racks at the supermarket. She wrinkled her fat face at the covers and looked over buxom young damsels being held or kissed by bare chested hunks. The question as to who wrote that kind of drivel but the question died as she read the name “Gillian Doucette” across the cover. It was her! She grasped for the next book, sticky hands smearing syrup and butter over another cover that said the same name. They were all written by her. She folded open the cover to find her picture staring back at her. She hadn't even used her damn pen name! With a loud groan she lurched back towards the mail pile on the table. Sure enough the only opened mail was from that publisher. When did she write these books? When had she bought all this food? This was no longer a prank. Something was happening to her. She was losing time somehow. The world seemed to spin around her as Gillian struggled to put together what was going on. Out of desperation she grasped her phone and called Diana. “Hey Gilly bean whats up?” Gillian blinked at that. Diana had never given her a nickname before. “Hey Diana I have to ask. What year is it?” “It's 2018 Gill. Are you trying to start a new tradition or something? You call me at work every Halloween?” “No no I just...Listen something strange has been going on lately. I don't know what it is.” “Well you have been acting pretty weird lately.” “Weird? How do you mean? Like in the past few days?” “No...more like the past couple years I guess. I don't know what it is. Is something bothering you? You know you can always tell me right?” “No everything's fine.” Gillian said as she paced back and forth in front of her TV. “Really cause you don't sound fine.” “No no I'm good really. But listen, when would you say I started to act weird?” “Oh Gill I don't want to go into-” “Please Diana it's important.” “Well alright then. I guess I noticed it in November. You started acting kind of..” “kind of what?” Gillian asked. “Bitchy.” Diana said finally. The word stung as she heard it. “Bitchy?” “Yeah way more selfish than you used to be. I mean I know I'm your friend and all Gillian but seriously I have to say it's not been a real thrill being your friend lately. You've been acting selfish and mean. Not to mention the way you treat your neighbors. It's almost like you forgot that other people have feelings.” Gillian's mind suddenly flashed back to what that old woman had said. She'd called Gillian mean and selfish. She asked if she ever considered others feelings at all. What had she said before she started chanting? No..No that was impossible. That was insane. And yet... Gillian looked down at her chest. Her breasts were covered in crumbs and bits of syrup. There was even a slice of pancake getting lost in the depths of her chest which she unthinkingly fished out and munched. “Oh god that all sounded terrible. I'm sorry Gillian.” Gillian heard her friend say. The feline must have taken Gillian's silence for shock. Which was correct. “I've just been so worried about you for so long and you call me up out of the blue and then I go and tear into you. I'm really sorry.” “No I'm the one who should be sorry.” Gillian answered, trying to keep herself together. “I guess I haven't been myself lately.” “I was beginning to wonder if you were even you anymore.” Diana said. Gillian heard a muffled voice in the distance on the other end of the line. “Oh damn. Listen I need to get back to work. Let's meet up for coffee tomorrow Gillian, my treat.” “NO wait.” Gillian started but heard the call end. Tomorrow might not be possible she thought to herself as she set the phone down. With another thick belch Gillian waddled over to the couch and plopped herself down, feeling her lard soaked thighs and rump ooze out around her, and tried to take stock of the situation. Somehow, someway, she'd lost time. Maybe it was a head injury? Had she bumped her head that night when the woman had shouted at her? She never remembered banging her head. She did remember the old woman chanting something strange to her. Had that old lady done something to her? Gillian tried to shake the idea away, tried to dismiss it off hand. The very idea that the gypsy woman had placed a curse on her was the most insane thing she'd ever heard. But, as she looked down at her bloated middle. It might explain why she was stuck like this. The woman had mentioned something about learning a lesson from all this. The woman had said she would need to learn how to be generous and caring. How could she do that? Was this all just to do with the fact that she didn't enjoy Halloween? No, it had to be more than that. Clearly Halloween was the catalyst. Maybe she'd gained a kind of psychological block that only cleared on Halloween. Maybe if she did something nice like participate then she'd be able to clear the block and get her life back? It wasn't much of a theory but it was the only thing she could think of. In any event, the walk in clinic wasn't open on Wednesdays and she'd never gotten around to getting a family physician so going to the hospital today wasn't going to work. Emergency wasn't exactly the place for her to announce that she'd obtained a Halloween-centric psychological block. At the moment this was all she had on hand to try. Better to try this and then see if it worked the next day rather than risk losing more time. But how to do it? She thought about maybe patching things up with Sheila but the idea of trying to mend that bridge in a single day didn't seem possible. What if she just gave out candy? That might possibly work. She certainly had enough of it lying around. The apartment was filled with boxes of Halloween candy and it only took her a few moments searching before she found a couple boxes that were still unopened. It didn't seem like much but it was a start. She could hand out candy to anyone that knocked on her door, prove to herself she was a good person and then hopefully fix whatever was going on. Even in her head it sounded like a crazy idea but what else did she have to go on? The entire situation itself was insane. Gillian still had a few hours before the first trick or treaters would be showing up and so decided to spend some time trying to navigate whatever changes or shifts in her personality she might have gained in the space of two years. It seemed and impossible task but she was willing to try. From her beached position on the couch she looked around her apartment. It looked as though her hygiene and cleanliness had taken a considerable dive since that Halloween which, to her mind, was only two days ago. Maybe what that woman had said had created a sort of self fulfilling prophecy? Whatever caused it it also seemed to have made her take up writing trashy romance novels. That wasn't something she was incredibly proud of but at least she had cash coming in from what she could see. As she mused about her situation she thought about getting up off the couch several times but the idea of shifting all her girth made her shy away from the task. It didn't feel right to move around and some part of her was voicing the opinion that it really didn't matter if she looked around the place or not. She'd just find more mess. In the mean time she busied herself with some television and took the time to explore her body more fully. Her stomach completely covered her lap, draping over it in an avalanche of soft white blubber. She gave her stomach a poke, watching her finger sink into it and jiggled her side to watch the rest of her belly and her breasts jostle. There was no muscle buried under this pudding. She'd been sitting about for quite some time when she wasn't in control. She gave her backside a wiggle in the couch, feeling the well worn cushions conform to the familiar shape of her massive rear. The bra she wore was stained and coated with fresh butter and grease while the sweatpants she wore had several rips in them. She always tried to show and get dressed when she spent days in the apartment to avoid getting too slovenly but that attitude had also fallen by the wayside. The television offered a situation that hadn't occurred to her before. What had happened in the time she'd been out of it? She quickly began to flip through channels and realized that quite a few shows, including the few that she enjoyed watching must have several seasons worth of episodes she hadn't seen. She flipped over to one of the premium channels and found that she'd purchased almost all of them. A quick search allowed her to queue up an entire afternoons worth of television viewing. At one time she might have thought to look at what sort of historical changes might have happened. Who was running the country? What sort of upheaval had happened while she was unaware? These were the kinds of things she used to be interested in. But something else seemed to be control of her at the moment. Her mind was steering towards entertainment out of habit. She'd apparently piled on a laundry list of bad habits in the past two years. This didn't occur to her however as she was too entranced in the novelty of getting to re-watch some of her favorite shows. After the first hour of TV Gillian began to feel a familiar growl in her stomach. That big white blob was waking up once more. Apparently her first binge of pancakes and bacon wasn't enough and so she tore open the lid of one of the boxes of candy. A few treats wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself as she binged on miniature chocolate bars. There were several other full boxes and with the small number of children in the apartment she could finish off an entire box and still be able to give each child a full box for themselves. A pile of candy bars began to form around her as she ate, pushing pawfuls of candy into her fat snout. Wrappers tumbled from her sticky paws, some landing in her prodigious cleavage while others landed on her stomach or around her hips and backside. Before she knew it Gillian was reaching into the bottom of an empty box. “Damn.” she grumbled, letting out a chocolate belch and hoisted herself to her feet, causing wrappers to tumble around her as she grunted, rubbing her messy paws over her exposed belly. She cradled her stuffed stomach as she waddled over to the pile of full boxes and selected a new one. Another box wouldn't hurt. There were still plenty left and she needed something to eat while she watched TV. The next box went the same route as the first, disappearing into her gurgling stomach between belches as she binge watched. Her attention glued completely to the TV while she continued to feed her snout. The morning soon turned into the afternoon, causing Gillian to rise up from the depths of her candy induced stupor. She looked around her apartment, licking chocolate from her cheeks and examined a pair of chocolate smeared paws. “I guess time got away from me.” She groaned as she struggled to get up but found her body unwilling to cooperate. Her stomach wobbled and jiggled as she attempted to tug herself up. Atrophied muscles struggled in vain against the extra weight she'd poured onto herself, forcing her to flop back into the couch, panting from the effort. How had she fallen so far in two years? It didn't seem possible for her to gain this much so quickly. And what was with all of her new habits? She was content to let the day roll past her without incident. She needed to do something to break this routine. But first she'd need to get up off the couch. A task that had become a seemingly herculean task for her candy stuffed body. She decided to try and work at it from another angle. She began rocking side to side, setting herself wobbling as she wriggled, happy that no one could see her in this current state. She finally rolled onto her side, her belly oozing over the side of the couch as she rolled onto her knees, grunting at the strain she was putting on herself before she lifted her legs, raising that massive rump in the air before climbing her paws up the arm of the couch before finally pulling herself back upright. When this is fixed I'm going to have a lot of work ahead of me, she thought as she wandered towards the kitchen. It was just as she had left it and she set herself the task of cleaning some of her dishes. Her apartment didn't have a dish washer and so she was forced to wash everything by hand. Gillian hated doing dishes at the best of times and before this all started she'd never left stuff laying around for what looked like days at a time. She collected up as many dishes she could find and scraped them off before putting the dishes into the sink to soak. “There.” She said, looking over the somewhat clean counters and sorted dirty dishes. “That's at least one thing taken care of.” With the kitchen somewhat clean Gillian felt she might make a dent in some of the other rooms in her apartment. She was just walking past the TV when she spotted one of her shows coming up and paused. She could watch one more sure couldn't she? The dishes would be ready by the end of it and there was still time to hand out candy. It was all the convincing she needed before plopping back down on the couch in a fury of jiggles before dragging another box over to her side. By the time six o'clock rolled around Gillian had done a number on herself. Her face was smeared with more chocolate and candies and her stomach was a painting of sticky hand prints over her sloshing stomach. Her head was leaned back against the back of the couch where she had passed out. Gillian had never been a snorer before but was sawing enough wood at the moment to fill a lumber yard. She was snoring so loudly she didn't notice the knock at her front door from the few children that hadn't heard the stories about the mean lady that lived on that floor. Someone had neglected to mention to them about the tenant that was quickly becoming the most hated person in the building. They would have gotten her kicked out if it hadn't been for the fact that the landlord loved her books. Gillian awoke with a long belch as she blinked lazily at her television screen. She must have dosed off. What time was it? She glanced up at the clock and her eyes bulged as she noticed it was almost midnight. She'd slept for almost twelve hours?! How was that possible? Even as she asked the question she felt the answer staring her in the face as soon as she turned off the television. Her bloated visage stared back at her. Two years of bad hygiene and poor diet was all that needed to be blamed for her incredibly display of sloth and gluttony. But maybe there was still time? Her neighbors always had a party on Halloween and maybe she could dump the rest of the candy on them as a gift? It wasn't much but it might work. She made a spirited attempt to climb out of the couch but found herself once more beached. She began to work her previous tactic on getting out of the couch when the clock began to strike twelve. A mounting sense of dread began to flood over her as she wiggled and sloshed her bulk on the couch but it was no use. The clock continued to strike as she tried again and again but failed to quickly get up. Panic was ruining her already loose control over her still unfamiliar adipose laden frame and she watched as the clock switched over to twelve before she'd been able to hoist herself out of the couch. She sagged back into the couch with a groan of defeat. Her stomach was stuffed with candy and she'd still managed to keep from making any sort of headway on her situation. But at least nothing had happened to her. Although what might have happened she wasn't sure. If this was some sort of block then it was silly to think that as soon as the clock changed over she'd pass out or lose time. She was just convincing herself how foolish that idea was when she felt something rub across her stomach. She looked down to see a wisp of smoke rubbing over her stomach. With a yelp of fear she looked towards the kitchen, thinking the stove was on fire but noticed that the smoke seemed to be drifting out of the empty boxes of candy. More and more of the billowing mist poured out, dousing the floor in a heavy fog. Gillian tugged her hooves off the floor, pulling them up on the couch as that mist lapped around the edges of the couch. Soon the entire floor of the apartment was bathed in that haunting mist, strange shapes twisting and turning within just as a tendril of smoke lashed out, trying to wrap itself around her arm but instead landing on her stomach, squeezing tightly. “Ahh! Get off!” She screamed, trying to slap at the smoke but it merely shifted and reformed as she moved her paw. Soon more ghostly arms lashed out, gripping her arms and legs as she was poked and squeezed. “Glutton” A disembodied voice whispered from the depths of the mist. “Sloth!” another one chimed in. “Selfish. Vile. Pig.” The words continued. “No! No shut up!” Gillian screamed as she grabbed the back of the couch just as the arms dragged her off the couch. “It's not true! Let me go!” She yelled before falling into the smoke and found herself tumbling through the darkness. The sensation of time flashing past her hit once more. Gillian flailed her arms as she fell screaming into darkness as time was lost to her once more. When Gillian awoke once more she kept her eyes screwed shut, trying to will away what she'd just experienced. The images she saw were all too vivid, the feelings all too real. It had to be a block. It just had to be. With as much courage as she could muster Gillian opened her eyes. She'd been busy over the past year. She was laid out in bed once more only now she wasn't sure if she could move. Her body had ballooned as though she had a hose stuffed into her. Her stomach rose high above her, a white capped mountain of pudding that she couldn't even reach her fat stuffed arms around. Two car tire thick rolls wrapped around her middle, compressing and gurgling as her stubby fat fingers sank into them. Her breasts rolled back completely naked, smooshing into her fat face, forcing her to push them aside. Their almost beach ball size and pumpkin girth rolled and sloshed in her paws, making her shudder with the effort of manipulating them. Her thighs felt like they were welded together from the amount of blubber that they sported. Every inch of her body jiggled and sloshed with the slightest motion. It took all of her strength and effort to roll onto her side. Her body seemed to spread out around her, covering the expanse of her bed as she lay there in shock at just how massive she'd grown. With another grunt as she began to haul herself over to the side of the bed. Her body made a constant barrage of protests but through sheer will she dragged herself over, feeling her belly sag down over her knees towards the floor. She pushed her thighs apart, letting that gut roll down to sag against the side of the bed. Gillian felt like crying as she looked at herself. She could barely see past her own breasts now and she could barely look over her shoulder but she knew that once more her backside had inflated to ridiculous size. Was she even able to fit through doorways anymore? A host of questions wracked her mind as she rocked herself forward before finally climbing to her feet and began the slow, jelly jiggling waddle that served as her new form of locomotion. She could feel her backside rolling and clapping together as she moved. Those massive white chocolate mounds sloshing and rippling as she waddled towards her bedroom door, her hips barely clearing it. Her apartment had changed once more for the worse it seemed. More boxes and wrappers littered the place. There were several piles of dirty laundry on the floor and the rank smell of a lived in sty filled her apartment. How long had it been since she'd cracked a window? She made her way towards one of the windows and pulled it open, causing her hefty chest to get a blast of cold air and causing her nipples to stiffen. She remembered herself at that moment and turned away from the window, hoping no one caught sight of the whale of a girl that just flashed anyone looking up at the time. She scanned the various piles of clothes, desperate for something to at least cover some of her bloated body before spotting a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. Gillian had never though she'd ever have difficulty putting on sweatpants before but even as she stepped into the holds she realized she didn't have the ability to bend over and lift them up. She tried leaning over but felt her body start to drag her don. All that bulk was intent on spreading out onto the floor and she had to fight to get back upright, her back starting to ache from the effort of holding herself upright. She kicked the pants over to the couch with her foot before she sat down and tugged the tent like sweat shirt over her head. She tugged at the fabric around her shoulders and over hers stomach before noticing that it stopped well short of the deep cave that her navel had begun. Well its something, she thought as she tried to reach past her knees, face stuffed into her chest as she managed to grip the sides of the sweatpants and tugged them up, yanking them around her thighs as she wriggled side to side, sending her body wobbling and jiggling as she yanked the sweatpants over her thighs. Her stomach bounced and slapped against her lap as she puffed and panted. The effort of trying to dress herself was becoming quickly something that she might need help with. Eventually she managed to yank the pants on and sat on the couch a sweaty, exhausted mess. Well, she was dressed. Although what that really managed to do for her she wasn't sure. The idea of wandering around in her own home wearing clothes when she didn't need to felt like an unnecessary extra step between her and getting more food. Gillian blinked as the thought rolled through her head. She needed to get this under control. Every day she wasted meant more new habits formed making it harder to break the cycle. As she sat on the couch, trying to catch her breath she thought over what had happened the night before. There was no doubt about it. Something that gypsy had done was messing with her. That couldn't have been a hallucination. It had felt too real, too terrifying. She could still feel the parts of her belly those hands had grabbed. With another groan she rolled herself to her feet, this time almost barely able to make the effort and already starting to soak her ill fitting sweatsuit with sweat. As she waddled towards the bathroom she could feel her pants riding down, showing off that massive canyon of an ass crack. She reached back to try and haul it back up but that only served to cause her rear to jiggle and wobble more as she squeezed into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. The past few days had seen a merciful lack of girth around her snout but that time had passed it seemed. Her face was covered with a fresh coating of lard that made her chins wobble every time she opened her mouth. Her hair looked even more stubby now, shaved into patterns and her ears were curiously sporting a series of new piercings. What was she getting up to when she wasn't in control? She lifted her shirt up and exposed the enormous fold of her immense belly. She stood there, watching in a daze as her stomach quivered from a few soft pats. Other parts of her body she'd never even thought of wobbled in response as the outlying layers of her fat jiggled in response from the slightest touch. She was truly obese now, lost in the grips of some fiendish curse over a complete misunderstanding. It had to be a curse. It just had to be. Gillian noticed what looked like a mark on her stomach, she turned and lifted her belly up, trying to ignore the tingle of pleasure that seemed to be dipping into her flesh as she handled it, turning a thick belly fold over and sure enough a ghostly image of a small gnarled claw was still left on her stomach. Was it a warning? A means of proving to her that this was real? Or maybe it was something more? Possibly a message that things could still be saved? If it was a curse then there must be a way to break it. Gillian had seen enough movies and even written enough stories to understand how this worked. She must be on the right track with giving out candy in order to break it but this time she just had to do it properly. As she waddled out of the bathroom the stink of her apartment once more hit her. She was becoming more piggish and slovenly with each passing day. The sooner she solved this problem the better. The kitchen table was piled up with more mail, although this was mostly bills and empty checks like the day before. Or was it the year before? Gillian was finding it hard to keep track of everything. Sure enough the dates on the bills indicated another year had passed. She whimpered as she looked at a phone she never remembered buying. This one larger as if meant for one with fatter fingers. The screen confirmed her fears, the date had changed to the next years Halloween. The phone suddenly buzzed in her fat paw, making her drop it down into the depths of her cleavage. She swore bitterly as she reached a paw in to try and fish it out, finally tugging the now fogged up phone and putting it to her ear. “Hello? “Hey jelly belly.” Diana's voice sounded through the phone. “Diana?” “I didn't wake you did I?” “Oh no I'm already awake.” “Really? Wow what's the occasion?” “There's no occasion. What time do I usually wake up?” “You?” Diana thought for a moment. “You keep telling me you sleep till at least noon. The morning isn't worth your time or something.” “Oh well. I'm gonna put a stop to that don't worry.” Gillian replied, stomping her foot into the floor and setting her body jiggling. “Uh huh well I've heard that song and dance before. I was just wondering if you wanted me to drop by tomorrow with a few extra boxes of candy?” “Oh sure.” Gillian said before she could stop herself. Her stomach began to growl at the idea of being fed. The great white behemoth waking and quaking with demands for food. “Well don't worry I'll drop it off tomorrow. I hope you won't starve till then. See ya.” That was weird, Gillian thought as she put her phone down. Diana never gave her pet names before. And since when did she drop food off for her? It must have come from her expanded girth. Diana was helping her out of kindness to a friend. As she began to cook up breakfast Gillian began to think about what she could do to help her situation. As eggs and bacon sizzled she looked over at the pile of candy boxes that had appeared. It seemed she was always well stocked whenever Halloween rolled around. Although it was obvious that candy always found its way into her belly rather than a trick-or-treat bag. As she mixed pancakes for another heavy stack of belly filling breakfast she looked over the large bowl she held against her stomach. A memory of passing houses on Halloween as a little kid and seeing bowls of free candy sitting out front appeared in her head. Of course, all she had to do was dump candy out on a bowl with a note and she'd be able to give it all away without having to man the door. It was perfect! She could even put the entirety of the boxes out. A mountain of candy would surely show people that she was generous and kind. With that in mind she continued to cook her breakfast. She decided to let herself go on autopilot once again. Despite everything it was fascinating to feel her body moving in apparent motions and plotted out routines that she had no memory of every falling into. She simply let her body work at its own pace. Before long a mountain of food had piled up on the counter. Heaps of scrambled eggs and bacon doused in butter and cheese filled out large aluminum trays that she apparently stored under the counter now. Along with those hillocks of grease she dumped the rest of the pancakes and an entire bottle of syrup. Turning the concoction into an aluminum breakfast trough which she carried against her belly over to the kitchen table which had also undergone a transformation of sorts. Gone were chairs she'd purchased as a set. In their place sat two large benches that flanked either side of the table. Gillian didn't need many guesses to figure out why those old and now seemingly flimsy chairs had been replaced. With a grunt she rolled her backside into one of the benches, feeling her immense posterior rolling and spreading out under her. The sides of the bench overflowed with fresh buttery lard as her body seemed to settle into itself like a half melted ice cream cone. As she settled into the strange new sensations she began to feed herself, shoveling the pile of food into her fat hungry snout. While she ate she fumbled with her phone, scanning through her call history and finding more calls only from Diana. She'd certainly been calling her a lot lately and vice versa. She was forced to look at the phone over the side of the pan as she leaned towards it, limiting the movement of her fork to ensure food got into her fat face faster. Each bite filling a void in her stomach that felt bottomless. By the time half the food was gone the morning had disappeared once more, leaving her eating well into the afternoon. She added more food to the pile with slow trips to the fridge, stopping a few times to catch her breath. The second time she sagged back into her seat she felt her stomach gurgle just as a tremendous belch exploded from her mouth, sending her body heaving and jiggling. She moaned in pleasure and disbelief. Simultaneously amazed she was capable of such a loud expulsion and relieved to feel the pressure on her middle lessening. Before she could react another burp left her lips and she busied herself with the rest of her lengthy feed. By the time the pan was empty her sticky paws were resting on her expanded belly, rubbing it softly as she half dosed in food stuffed bliss. It was hard to imagine that the piggish blob of a girl filling out that bench had a slender, outdoorsy type only a few years before. Most of her friends and neighbors couldn't believe the change either but they'd soon grown to, not except her changes exactly, more adapt to them. Her constant anger towards any sort of noise had left her neighbors permanently hen pecked. Her downstairs neighbor had complained about her noises over the past year. Citing the sound of her moving from bed to couch and her fat feet hitting the floor. Gillian was lucky she didn't remember the strip she'd torn off her neighbors or the tyrannical methods she used to get her way. It was ironic that on the one day she was given back her mind she was usually too mired in her newfound habits and traits to be able to make anything change. But that would change this time, Gillian was sure of it. Once the food was complete Gillian tried to survey the mess she'd made of herself. Her sweatshirt was soaked in grease and syrup. A sticky mess that clung to her skin as she belched and grunted, struggling to rise from her seat and failing several times. Her bloated stomach acted like an anchor, pinning her to the seat and rolling her back into her massive rump. This wasn't going to do at all. She didn't want to spend the rest of the day pinned there and suffer the loss of another year to this curse. She needed to get to the door. With groan she summoned the last few reserves of her strength and gripped the side of the table. Her arms wobbled as she began to pull, hauling herself towards the table in the hopes of tipping herself onto her hooves but the table merely slid towards her, bouncing into her belly and forcing another thick belch from her fat face, sending her cheeks and chins jiggling. This wasn't going to work. She would have to try a different approach. She planted her paws on to top of the table, hoping to push herself up as she rocked forward. The motion seemed to work at first, her body was rolling and sloshing back and forth. She tried to ignore the sensation of her massive backside pushing through the openings in her bench each time she rolled back. But despite her discomfort the plan was working. She was pushing further and further forward with each shove. Her stomach continued to compress and roll, sliding over her bloated thighs before she gave one last heave and her she rocked forward onto her feet. The table groaned under her weight but managed to hold as she pulled herself upright, panting and sweating heavily. There didn't seem to be any energy left in her system but she'd done it, she'd managed to stand up. The realization of how absurd a triumph that was further drove home the point that she needed to fix this curse. With her paws still gripping the table she waddled along, gut resting on the table to give her a bit of relief, until she reached the end of the table and took a deep breath. She knew what would come next and doubted her paws would be up to the task. With a preemptive grunt she slid her stomach off the table and watched her chest and belly bounce as that gut slapped into her thighs, sending her creamy white flesh heaving and rippling. Gillian tried to ignore the sensations as she reached down beside the couch and grabbed a few boxes of candy. She lifted the boxes up and set them on the table where her empty bowl was left from the mornings breakfast and began dumping candy into it. She emptied two boxes of candy into the bowl and tossed the boxes with the rest of the empties in the corner. She searched a few of her shelves before she found a scrap of paper and a marker and wrote 'Free Candy. Happy Halloween!' in large black letters. She even added a few bats and a pumpkin or two before carrying the bowl and a chair out to her front entrance and plunked the bowl on the chair. There that would solve things. A massive pile of free candy was sure to show people she wasn't all bad. Kids could fill up there bags to their hearts content and she'd be free and clear. With that in mind she wandered back towards her bedroom. The effort of moving around so much, coupled with such a stuffed stomach had left Gillian bloated and exhausted. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to rest and sleep the day away, praying that it would all be over the next morning. She ignored the piles of clothes, litter, and curiously enough a soccer ball, that covered her bedroom floor and instead rolled her massive bulk into bed and sent the bed into a chorus of groans from her box spring. She cursed lazily at the bed before she began to doze off. A puddle of drool formed under her fat cheeks as she snorted and scritched her stomach as sleep overtook her. Her body apparently required quite a bit more sleep than she was used to. With her situation seemingly on the path to being solved she was happy to let her body take the reigns. She'd been vainly fighting her bodies urges all day and had fought against them to put things right. It was time to let herself sink into sleep and put all this nastiness behind her. “It's too early to trick or treat Bradley. No one is gonna have any stuff.” “Show's what you know Mattie. When you go early you can get the best stuff before they run out.” “I still think we should have gone with everyone else near the school.” “No way! We can hit way more places in the apartment and won't even have to walk as far.” “But I don't think anyone is even home. Most of the apartments haven't answered when we knocked.” “Yeah but...Oh hey look!” “Woah! Look at all that candy!” “Wow and its just sitting out out here. Quick hold open my bag.” “Wait Bradley. Aren't we only supposed to take one?” “Are you kidding? Look at all this stuff. Besides don't you know who lives here?” “Who?” “It's that fat mean goat.” “You mean the one that stole my soccer ball?” “Yeah so I bet if we take all this candy we'll be doing something good. We can check it to make sure that it isn't poisoned or something.” “Good idea. C'mon let's go!” Gillian groaned as she slept. Her mind flashed and shifted once again and dread poured into her very being. She felt herself sinking down deeper and deeper. The person she'd been seemed to fade and darken as she fought through sleep. She swam desperately after her old self, trying in vain to catch up to it but it sank away into oblivion as light blasted her and she was sent careening back into the waking world. “Rise and shine!” a voice said as Gillian awoke with a grunt. She moved to rub her head with a paw but found her arm bound to her side. As she wriggled her arms she felt herself heaving and rolling as though she was laying in a pool. She blinked a few more times as the world started to form coherent shapes. She lifted her face as high as she could out of the water before recognizing two massive curves stretching out in front of her. Gillian stared out at the vast white expanse that rolled out in front of her in thick folds of pure lard. It was her. Gillian had had a busy year apparently. Food had gotten the better of her and she'd eaten herself into an almost immobile mountain of blubber. Her bed now sat cowed and crushed under her behemoth like body. She was in a sitting position and she could feel her ass cheeks oozing against the sides of the bed while her stomach completely covered her legs, leaving her feet poking out at her sides while her stomach drooped at the end of the bed. Her soft serve belly tying to press into the floor. Her arms, much to her shock, weren't bound, rather they were simply sporting so much lard that it took almost everything she had to try and lift them. She managed to hoist one of those fat white flippers up and felt it slap lazily against her chest. Her breasts had swollen into two massive bean bag chairs that rested on the upper curve of her enormous belly. Her neck had disappeared into the folds and muffler of lard that surmounted her head, forcing her cheeks up and giving her a pouty, almost spoiled look. “Ahh I see the dumpling is awake.” Gillian blinked as she turned her head to the source of the voice and was shocked to see Diana coming into the room, pushing a cart laden down with food as well as a large bucket and sponge. “Oh...Diana..Damnit.” Gillian groaned to herself as the slender girl moved to the side of the bed and gave Gillian's belly a soft rub. “Did you sleep well?” Diana asked as she picked up a large bib and began to tie it around the upper chin on the mountain of rolls that was Gillian's neck. It was then that Gillian realized the bib was the only thing that she was wearing. Her entire body had been stripped naked. “It didn't work.” Gillian almost wailed, her paws pushing heavily into her belly as if she could force the blubber back into her body through sheer compression. “Why didn't it work?” “Why didn't what work Gill?” Diana asked, idly ladling porridge into a large bowl. “The candy. I didn't...I thought if I gave some out then it'd stop this!” “Candy? Oh no you've had quite enough candy. I had a hell of a time cleaning you up after your binge last night.” Diana said, patting Gillian's massive gut and causing her body to wobble softly. “Now open wide. I don't want you getting all cranky and accusing me of starving you.” With that Diana leaned against the side of Gillian's bulk and pushed a spoon of porridge into her mouth. Before she could stop herself Gillian slurped it down hungrily. There was a hint of honey and brown sugar in the mix, making her lap it up all the quicker. “mmmh. No no Diana listen to mmphh me.” Gillian struggled to speak as she was spoon fed more of that filling breakfast. “It's this curse. It's making me lost time! I keep waking up fatter and fatter! If I let anymore time go by I might explode!” “Hence why I'm here Gillian. “Diana said as she continued to feed that fat face. “Your publisher was worried about you even being able to write anymore at this size. It's why they hired me to take care of you.” “Hired you?” Gillian said, blushing as Diana wiped food from her chins. “Yeah. I was the only one you'd even let get close to you. You've been so closed off and bitchy to everyone lately. They offered me double what I was making at my old job so I took it. I figure I can get more use out of my degree in palliative care helping you than working at a bank.” Gillian sat for a moment, not believing it. Had she really gotten so massive that she could only live with her friend taking care of her? It didn't seem possible but the proof was all around her. She was starting to feel winded even while she was fed by hand. How massive was she going to get? She could feel sweat starting to form under the thick rolls that suffused her entire frame. Those meaty folds quivered and jiggled as she ate. Her body happily taking over and letting her glut on the porridge that Diana was pushing into her mouth. Before long the large pot of porridge was finished, leaving Gillian licking her fat lips, trying to get the last few drops of porridge off her cheeks as Diana lifted a large bucket and sponge. She dunked the sponge into the water and began to rub it over Gillian's belly like she was washing a car. The obese girl watched in stunned disbelief as she was washed. Her massive folds and rolls rippled and wobbled. Thick wobbles bounced through her as the feline lifted her stomach folds, and rubbed her fur, washing her clean. “No listen.” Gillian said as she was rolled and rubbed. “I know you think I've become a total bitch but listen! I pissed off a gypsy and she's cursed me. I've been losing time each year! I keep waking up on the next Halloween fatter and with a new list of problems. Please you've got to believe me Diana.” Diana paused as she dunked the sponge back into the bucket, staring down at Gillian as if seeing her for the first time in quite a while. “that's the first time you've said 'please' to me in a year.” “I know! I'm so sorry Diana. But please you've got to listen! I have to break this curse and fix it.” Diana looked unsure of her friends words. Then again, they did seem to make a weird sort of sense. For the past few years Gillian had turned into a complete monster. She shouted at neighbors and treated friends like crap. She blew off Diana for the most part except whenever she needed something else. Diana had taken to giving her nicknames because it seemed easier to call what Gillian had become a different name than that of her oldest friend. There had been sudden breaches in the storm of Gillian's temper and wrath which had come on Halloween when her friend frantically called her as if unsure as to what was going on around her. At the current moment it felt like she'd gotten her old friend back. “Gillian that's crazy.” she said, not sounding as if she was convincing herself. “Is it? Look at me Diana! I'm a whale! How could I have suddenly just turned into a blob unless something caused me to? Have you ever known me to act like this? I swear I'm telling you the truth. Please you've just got to listen to me. I know I can break this curse.” “Okay...well say I believe this Gillian.” Diana said as she went back to sponging down her friends belly. “What would we have to do to fix this?” “The gypsy said I'd suffer until I learned how to be unselfish and kind. I tried leaving a pile of treats out for everyone in the building last night but it didn't work for some reason.” “Well yeah Gillian. You've been acting like a monster to everyone. Its gonna take more than a couple fun sized Snickers to prove to anyone that you've changed.” “I don't know what else to do though.” Gillian moaned. “I'm so massive I can barely move anymore! Wait. You can hand out the candy for me.” “you think that'll work?” “Yeah sure. The last few times I didn't get a chance to give out treats and I guess someone has to be at the door. The candy I left out didn't work last time.” “So I'll just give out candy on your behalf? That will fix this?” Diana asked, still sounding unsure that the solution could be so simple. “It's the best I can think of. You said it yourself people think I'm a monster. Lord knows no one is gonna come over here.” “Yeah that's for sure. The apartments around you are completely empty.” “Wait what?” Gillian asked, looking around the room towards the wall that linked her place to her roommates. She suddenly noticed that her apartment looked much cleaner than it had done before. Diana must have been cleaning the place when she while she was helping out. But that alone wasn't what caught her attention. The room that Gillian sat in was easily twice the size it had been before. The doorway to her room had been widened to compensate for her immense girth. The living room and far wall now stretched much further than they had before. “Oh yeah.” Diana explained as she continued to clean and roll the girls belly, moving around in front of her and pressing the sponge into her fat cave of a navel. “You bought Sheila's place and had it all knocked into one. “Sheila's gone?” Gillian gasped. “Yeah. Frankly I think they were happy to get out of the building and away from...well from you.” Gillian felt the blow ring down on her. She'd been turning her friends lives into living hell. The only one that managed to stick around was Diana and she had probably suffered the most. Whatever the cost she had to fix this problem. She had to break this curse and free herself and her friends from her wrath. Although if she failed again Gillian doubted she'd even be able to do anything beyond wobble and eat. Her body was unbelievably immense. She could feel her rump cheeks wobble and swell out around her. Her back muscles wiggled somewhere in a fold after they had been devoured by her back rolls. She was a mountain of pudding that was only getting wider as the days past. “I'll make it up to them somehow.” Gillian said as she watched Diana clean and rub her over. “Until then can you tell me what I've been up to?” It was Diana's turn to look nervous. She gingerly hoisted one of Gillian's breasts and scrubbed underneath it as she tried to think of what to say. “You sure you want to hear about that Gillian? You've been...well you've been awful.” “No please. I need to know. I can't bear missing so much time.” Diana sighed as she looked over her fat friends face. The anger and spoiled attitude was nowhere to be found on her snout. It really did look like Diana had gotten her friend back. So as she worked she continued to tell Gillian about what she'd done. The the past year had been hell for most of the residents. Gillian had apparently purchased as much of the building as she could ever since her romance books were turned into a movie. Gillian had questioned if her situation had become a spectacle to the world but Diana explained the it all to her. “the publisher found someone else who could act in your stead. You got a large cut of the profits for your work and they in turn promised not to divulge your situation. Since you got enough money to eat and buy what you wanted you seemed happy with it.” Diana said as she lowered a pair of harnesses that looped around Gillian's chest. The girl blushed as she was hoisted up and rolled forward. Her heaving bulk sloshed and gurgled as she was rolled onto her stomach. Her backside rolled heavily into the air and Diana began to quickly soap and clean it, leaving Gillian blushing as she was washed like a prized pig at a county fair. “I can't wait for this to be over.” Gillian grumbled. “Well you do make a cute pig.” Diana said, giving Gillian's backside a soft squeeze, causing Gillian to blush red. “It was always hard to stay mad at you. Although you made it really hard.” The rest of the morning continued with more stories of Gillian' escapades. In the mean time Diana massaged and rubbed Gillian's body. She had no idea how hard it was to be so massive. Her bloated frame needed constant care and attention. She was always being squeezed and shifted, rolled and bounced to different positions. Even as she was fed Diana would pat and massage her stomach, allowing her to put away the calorie heavy foods that her massive frame needed. It seemed that while she wasn't getting to eat the same cholesterol laden foods as before she was still getting a good stuffing. Her belly was bloated after breakfast and lunch. Thick porridge and smoothies were fed to her, leaving her bloated and feeling docile and lazy. Her life revolved around food and sitting around. It must have been so hard to deal with such a demanding slob like her. Eventually, blessedly, the evening came around. Diana had been forced to go out and buy candy for the occasion. The girl had instituted a no candy policy that had sent Gillian into a temper tantrum the week before and she felt a little strange going to get some now after having stood her ground on the issue. But it was all in service to her friend. Gillian had sworn not to eat any even though the only way she could was it Diana had fed it to her. As the evening progressed Gillian was left in her room with only the TV for company. She watched a few different shows before finally getting up the nerve to watch the movie that had been made out of one of her books. It was as cheesy a romance story as she'd though it could be. The story of a young maiden betrothed to a cruel and jealous nobleman. The lead was placed by some bubble headed bimbo with long blonde hair and a rack that could have stood up against Gillian's own impressive assets. The story was so paint by the numbers that Gillian was amazed that they'd even made it. The maiden had fallen in love with a knight who had gone off on the crusades and presumably died. The final moments of the story had the maiden about to married off to her cruel betrothed when the knight broke into the chapel and professed his love. There was a completely historically inaccurate sword fight followed by a terribly acted final scene in which the knight killed the nobleman and he and the maiden were married and lived happily ever after. Gillian wanted to kill herself when she saw her name come up on the screen. She tried to console herself in the knowledge that no one would know it was her and that if the curse was broken this would all go away. In the mean time she could hear the door being answered and Diana laying it on thick as she handed out massive boxes of candy to amazed and eternally grateful children. The sounds of awed thanks coming from the door warmed Gillian's heart as she stifled a few heavy belches from the snacks that Diana had provided for her. By the time the last trick-or-treaters had come to the door it was ten in the evening. “Phew.” Diana said as she wandered back into the room. “I'm beat.” “Did you give it all away?” Gillian asked. She'd been very clear on that point. “Yes its all gone. You should be happy. You made a lot of kids very happy.” Diana sighed before falling into the bed, landing on Gillian's belly and forcing a belch from those fat lips. “Heh you're not gonna pop on me are you fatty?” Diana teased, unable to help herself. “Urrrp! No I'm good. I can't wait for this to be over.” Gillian said with another stifled burp. “Mmm yeah. But I suppose I will miss all this.” “What are you talking about?” Gillian grunted as she felt Diana wiggling around on her belly. “I”m a blob that's been treating you horribly.” “Yeah I know but. “She sighed. “You're a cute blob.” Gillian blushed softly. “Mmm well anyway this will be over tomorrow I'm sure of it. Don't you worry. I'll be back to normal.” “Yeah I hope your right.” Diana said with a yawn, stretching out in a pair of undies and t-shirt before she started to doze on her bed sized friend. Gillian was about to respond before a yawn filled her mouth. Her eyes began to droop as she drifted off, feeling the wobble of her immense body and hoping that things would be back to normal by tomorrow. That night Gillian's dreams were different. She felt herself floating lazily on a cloud. Her body puffed up and still just as massive as before. She seemed to be floating in darkness, drifting through a dark sea. As she peered around her she felt that strange mist return. Ghostly fingers began to knead and fold her body, lifting her rolls up and letting them slap back down, causing her to grunt and blush as she was fondled and squeezed. “No wait!”She called into the darkness as the mist continued to swell and dance around her. “I'm not a wicked person! I'm generous!” “Really?” A voice asked from behind her. Gillian grunted as she felt hands gripping her sides, sinking in deep as she was spun around to face the old lady who stood in the midst of the fog. “I see a bloated fat glutton of a goat before me. I see a greedy pig of a creature that's fattened herself up on her selfishness and damn consequences.” “No! That's not true! You did this to me! Cursed me to become this thing!” Gillian shouted her arms wobbled lazily as she tried to point a bloated finger at the woman who suddenly began to move towards her. Gillian tried to shy away but even if those ghostly hands weren't holding her in place she was too fat to escape. The woman pressed a bony finger into her stomach which allowed that entire paw to disappear into her doughy flesh. “You think you can undo the damage you've caused with a few treats? You think you can undo the horrible things you've said to others and the wicked actions you've taken by handing out snacks? That will never amount to the pain you've spread around.” “How can I fix anything if I only have one damn day?!” Gillian shouted at the woman. “I only have twenty four hours to solve anything and even then I have barely any time at all.” “You have an entire day.” The woman growled, gripping Gillian's stomach and shaking it heavily. “You could have volunteered your time. You could have given your money away. Yet you didn't! You simply sat around on your fat rump and stuffed your greedy face! I know you've been fattening up! Look at you! You look like a hippo. In all my years of doling out curses I've never seen one that's embraced it so heavily. You were born to fatten up.” Gillian winced as she was shouted at. It was true. She'd only thought of things in terms of food. How to give away candy and be seen as generous on a day where giving out candy was the thing everyone was expected to do. How could she possibly hope to change anything if she was only thinking of her stomach. “Please give me another chance.” Gillian begged. “I can prove it please. I never meant to yell at your child. I was just so frustrated over everything. I felt like the holiday was being shoved down my throat. Is wanting to be left alone such a bad thing?” “There is no excuse for your attitude my dear.” The woman said without a hint of mercy in her voice. “You're selfish and petulant attitude is your own fault. The curse could have been lifted at any time had you actually tried rather than just working on fattening yourself up!” The woman went on, moving around Gillian, disappearing behind her. “Well if candy and food and a full belly are all that you can think of then I shall just give you exactly what you want. I'll ensure you get as much as your greedy self can handle.” Before Gillian could react she felt a searing pain burning into her backside. She squealed and writhed. Her ass cheeks bounced heavily as the woman drew something into her massive white rump. “There. You'll have all that you want and more. And you'll not trouble another soul. I can promise you that.” “No! Wait please!” Gillian groaned as she felt herself getting dragged down into the darkness, the hands groping at her as she looked up in time to see the old lady disappear as sleep took her once more. Gillian awoke to the sound and scent of bacon sizzling. Her nose twitched as she kept her eyes scrunched shut. She didn't want to see what was next, she didn't want to see what had been planned out of her this time. She just wanted it all to be over and done. The sound of bacon had other foods added to it. Omlettes and hash browns as well as the smell of cheese filled the air. Eventually Gillian opened an eye and looked up to see she was in the same room. Gillian sighed with relief as she found she wasn't the size of a house. “Ah I figured that would wake you up.” Gillian turned her head to where she'd heard Diana's voice and then felt her heart sink as she spotted her friend. Diana was standing at a large griddle that had been set up next to Gillian's bed and the girl was almost as fat as Gillian was. Her body had ballooned outwards somehow in the past year. Gillian's influence or perhaps a part of the curse had taken her friend as well. A huge belly draped down over thighs that would have put Gillian's smaller size to shame. The obese feline was working over a platter of food, flipping eggs and bacon into pans while her arms jiggled and bounced. Her belly and breasts were barely held in check by a large apron with the words 'fatten the piggy' written across it. “mmm finally awake my porker.” Diana chuckled as she waddled around the cooking station and pushed the cart towards the still bed bound girl. “It didn't work Diana!” Gillian moaned as Diana pushed the cart over, dodging piles of laundry that had reappeared in the room. The entire place had turned back into a mess it seems. Diana's girth must have had something to do with it. “Diana what happened to you?” Gillian asked as the fat girl waddled beside the swollen pig and lifted a large tray of bacon and eggs up onto the girls chest, tipping it towards her fat snout. “Mmm well I guess I loved your look so much I decided to try and get there myself.” She said with a laugh, slapping Gillian's belly and making the girl grunt. Diana had never been so rough before. “But why? Why would you want to be sommphh.” Gillian was cut off as Diana began pushing food into the girls fat muzzle, keeping her cheeks plugged with greasy food. “Hey you're not the only one around here that enjoys the good stuff. You think I can't live off the fat of the land a bit?” She laughed, rubbing one of Gillian's swollen breasts, causing Gillian to groan and shudder softly as she ate. Memories of pleasures rolling through her mind. “Mpph no wait.” Gillian sputtered. “its this curse! It must be affecting you somehow Diana! You've got to fight it.” “But why?” Diana laughed. Her fat face wobbling as she stuffed a pancake into her snout, making her belly gurgle heavily. “Mm I love letting go. It's been this way ever since I moved in for good.” “Wait...you mean you and me?” Gillian blushed red at the implications while food was stuffed into her cheeks. “Mmhmm its plenty cozy with all this blubber to play with. “Diana laughed, burping into the goats face as she continued to stuff her swollen white whale. Gillian squirmed and tried to speak, tried to think clearly as she was stuffed. The old lady must have done something. Must have elevated the curse beyond its normal scope. But why had she roped Diana into this? Gillian's mind reeled as she was stuffed. Her poor body responding to the rampant feeding with pleasure and a lust for more. Whatever had been happening had made her shiver at the feeling of Diana's touch. The obese girl towered over her, keeping her face stuffed and her body jiggling. The sight and sounds of all that lard sloshing around seemed to delight the obese girl. Gillian could only moan around stuffed cheeks as her belly gurgled and swelled. Those thick rolls bloating and expanding as more food was pushed into her. Her rump pressed against the wall as Diana kept up the pace. The food seemed endless as Gillian wriggled and belched. The pair of them were rolling against one another now. Diana was sinking into that massive wall of white lard that was Gillian's massive gut. “mmm eat my big piggy. My fat blubbery princess.”Diana laughed as she teased and packed more food into Gillian's unresistant muzzle. “It's just you and me and a lifetime of stuffing.” She snickered. Her mind was lost to whatever magic held it. She had only one thing on her mind. Turn that blubbery pig into a mountain of blubber. Fill the place with that expanding frame. Gillian groaned and pleaded, trying to convince herself this wasn't her fate. That she didn't deserve this. But as more food was stuffed in and more words about her massive body rained down on her she felt her resolve crack. She felt her body start to give in to the lazy feeling that surrounded her. The warmth of those feline's paws as they gripped and jiggled her body. The taste of so much greasy food as it was crammed into her mouth. She wanted it all. She wanted more and more. She didn't care anymore. To hell with curses. To hell with anyone else. This is what she wanted. Forever and ever she wanted to blimp and swell and eat. To expand and fatten with her friend and lover. It was perfect. “OH don't get too full now fatty.” Diana laughed as she looked at Gillian's stuffed cheeks. “There's plenty of candy to fill you up with. Gonna make you into the fattest trick-or-treat bag around.” Gillian looked up, past that swollen belly and those fat breasts. She looked past those double chins and that fat face that grinned down at the once dominating and demanding girl that had been turned into her fat hungry blimp. “Gimme more. “Gillian belched, her eyes fogging over with greed and selfish desire. “I'm still hungry!” From outside the apartment door seemed to shimmer softly. Its features blending into the wall as the outline of it faded. The doorknob melted away as the number above it ceased to be. Before long there was nothing left of the door or the room. Nothing left of the goat and feline, at least in that place. The only thing left was a single jack-o-lantern. Its grin filling the hallway with a soft, eerie glow.

Hi there I'm Shelly I made this profile this summer but totally forgot about it! Nice to meet you all ❤️ What is everyone doing for Halloween? I got my costume and I'm waiting on my tripod for Amazon so I can film something 😈

Spooky Season is here and I cannot wait for all the Halloween themed goodies to start showing up on shelves! what’s your favorite Halloween treat? mine has got to be count chocula cereal, I could easily eat a whole box on my own 😛

Halloween is coming, so could someone please morph Liv Morgan in this photo from the Halloween Ends premiere to be around 170 lbs., with an emphasis on her hips and thighs? Her pose is perfect for a morph.

👻 Have you ever experienced a spooky event? Where were you? Lately I've been exploring ghost hunter content on Youtube. It's fascinating. I watch these shows and some people are dealing with some crazy spooky events. I would literally have to move. I couldn't deal with it.

Day 1. Spooky season is upon us, we don't celebrate it much in Australia, but you'll find some neighbourhoods participating in trick or treating. Mine is one of those places. I must admit, I do enjoy handing out candy (or lollies for the fellow Australian's), but I especially enjoy eating all the leftovers. I have big plans to decorate the house, the spookier the better. Dressing the windows with cobwebs, illuminating the yard with glowing pumpkins and strategically placing frightful skeletons. I am also looking forward to dressing up. I was thinking a plump Powerpuff girl or something equally amusing. Can you imagine a super sized Bubbles 🤭 I must admit, there is something quite eery about tonight, I can hear the low moaning of the wind as it passes through my empty street. The occasional truck on the bypass or train down the line breaking up the silence. I left my window open to enjoy the cool air, but I must remember to close it before I drift off to sleep. Maybe I'm just a little more skittish this time if year, but something just doesn't feel right. I'm sure it is nothing, I had better fix myself a snack before bed, a peanut butter sandwich and glass of milk should help ease my mind.

I want to know what you guys are planning to be for Halloween. Also share some pics of your old costumes. Halloween is my favorite time of year. 🥰 Here is an old pic of me on Halloween from when I was skinny. Here are some pics from the last couple years. I don't have an actual costume pics since I've gained weight. I got fat after Covid started so I really haven't gone out on Halloween as a fat girl. 😋

A Simple Artwork for Halloween drawn by me. "A young big woman is stuffing herself with Halloween treats." Feel free to upload your halloween related artwork ; ) Happy Spooky Month!!

Part 1 Halloween Night - 2021 Nina, can you come help me with this?” Angelina stood in the laundry room off the kitchen of her parents’ home, adjusting the giant orange jack-o'-lantern onesie that made up her "Great Pumpkin" costume. Outside, flickering lights from carved pumpkins cast eerie shadows through the window, accompanied by familiar sounds of Halloween festivities. The air was filled with the scents of gooey mac and cheese, bubbling buffalo chicken dip, and fresh cinnamon sugar cookies, making her stomach growl. It was the first Halloween party since COVID, and she felt the weight of it—the annual tradition, interrupted by lockdowns, had returned in full swing. She hadn’t seen some of these people since 2019, back when she was half her current size. Memories of past Halloweens swam in her mind: the laughter, the group photos, the sexy costumes. She had looked so different then, fitting into anything she wanted, her curves toned and enviable, her confidence untouchable. Now... she glanced down at herself, at the bloated pumpkin shape her body had become, feeling a pang of shame. The oversized, pumpkin-themed onesie did nothing to hide the fact that she had grown to an enormous size. Gone were the days of sexy cat costumes, tight police officer outfits, or anything that might flatter her former figure. This year, she had resigned herself to being The Great Pumpkin, the only costume she could wear without bursting seams. Her face, once soft and pretty, was now unmistakably round and pudgy, framed by a double chin that sagged into her neck. Her cheeks were chubby, and her lips permanently pouty from the soft layer of fat coating her jawline. The bright orange fabric of her costume clung tightly to her upper arms, which had ballooned into thick, fleshy appendages. Rolls of fat bulged out from the sides of her torso, resting heavily on her hips like overstuffed cushions. Her upper body had become heavy and sagged with weight, but her true downfall lay in her lower half. Below her large chest, an enormous belly protruded outward in layers, each roll hanging heavily over her thighs. The lowest part of her belly flopped down past her hips, jiggling with every slight movement as she tried to adjust the costume. Her once-shapely hips had widened dramatically, and her enormous backside jutted out behind her, forming an unavoidable shelf of fat. She groaned as she tried to smooth out the costume, but it was no use. There was no hiding her figure now. “Coming, Clara!” she called to her sister, abandoning the attempt to look more presentable. As she waddled into the kitchen, her belly brushed against the counter, smearing some chocolate frosting on her costume. Clara, dressed in a pirate costume, handed her a towel with a sympathetic smile as she placed a tray of cinnamon sugar cookies into the oven. “So… I see you’re still with Danny,” Clara remarked after a pause. Angelina blushed, trying to suppress her embarrassment. “Yeah, we’re working through some things,” she replied, glancing around the room filled with her sister’s friends and a few mutual acquaintances. Scanning the room, she noticed a few familiar faces sneaking glances at her, eyes widening in surprise before darting away when she caught them staring. She caught the faintest murmur of whispers: “Is that Nina?” … “She really blew up, huh?” … “Guess lockdown hit her hard.” A few people exchanged knowing looks, stifling giggles behind their hands. Her stomach dropped—a mix of anger, shame, and helplessness churning within her. It was one thing to know she had changed; it was another to feel it laid bare in front of everyone she once felt equal to. She tugged at the pumpkin costume again, as if somehow a single adjustment could make her smaller, slimmer, more like her old self. But no amount of tugging would change her now. Clara’s eyes lingered on her sister’s frame, softening with concern. “Well, no one’s perfect, and I guess we all have to settle sometimes. I mean, settle down!” Clara’s face flushed with regret as she realized how her words sounded. Angelina’s face fell as her sister’s words echoed in her mind. Settle. That’s what it had come to, hadn’t it? She had let herself become a full-blown fat girl, and now her options in life seemed as limited as her costume choices. It stung, but it was true. With a heavy sigh, she turned and waddled away, her wide hips swaying as her massive thighs rubbed together, sending ripples through her lower body. The conversation hung in the air like the scent of apple spice from the candles burning in the living room. From across the room, her boyfriend, dressed as Charlie Brown, smirked as he watched her entrance. His eyes followed the path of her enormous body as she moved through the kitchen, Clara’s friends casting subtle glances as she squeezed past. Angelina tried to turn sideways to get through, but her immense girth was unavoidable. She recognized a girl from high school, dressed as a fairy in a barely-there costume, snickering with a friend as Angelina struggled to maneuver past. A few guys nudged each other, pretending not to look as they whispered behind their drinks. Her face burned with shame, and her mind whirled with bitter thoughts: How many of these people had seen her Instagram photos from last year? How many were waiting to see how far she'd fallen? Her boyfriend had been a feeder since they started dating in college. Their time together had been rocky, especially around his possessiveness, but he had won her over. Now, as he watched her wobbling toward him, he felt a sense of triumph. Where would she go now? At nearly 400 pounds, Angelina was his and his alone. As she finally reached his side, she sighed and immediately reached for a bowl of candy on the table. She grabbed a fistful of candy corn, munching absentmindedly, needing the comfort of food to drown out the discomfort of the stares, the whispers, the knowledge that she was the spectacle of the night. “Hey, babe,” he purred, sliding his hand between the rolls of fat resting on her hip. His touch was playful, teasing, but she squirmed uncomfortably. “Oh my god, isn’t that Top Gun over there?” Angelina froze, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. Standing across the room, chatting with Clara’s boyfriend, was none other than her ex, Tyler—her high school flame. The two had been inseparable back then, prom king and queen, the golden couple of their senior year. But four years and nearly 250 pounds had changed everything. She hadn’t seen Tyler since college, and the sight of him now, lean and confident in his fighter pilot costume, sent waves of panic through her. Her boyfriend watched her discomfort with delight. He knew the effect Tyler still had on her and wasn’t above stirring the **. “What’s the matter, honey? Aren’t you going to say hi?” Angelina’s cheeks burned as she stared at Tyler from across the room. She wanted to disappear, to fade into the background and avoid the inevitable embarrassment of him seeing her like this. But there was no escaping it. She was stuck in her own body, facing the consequences of her choices.

Hi guys! I’m hoping to put out nine spooky videos during the month of October, you’ll be able to find them all here!! the first one, an alien pregnancy-inspired roleplay, is out now: i’d love to hear your thoughts on it! the second video (a cosplay—here’s a small hint: ❤️💋) should be out sometime this weekend 🤭

“Yes, this is perfect!” Nicolette exclaimed as she looked in the mirror. Her Halloween costume was done! She wore a skimpy two-piece skeleton costume that exposed her slightly pudgy midriff, and tall, leather boots with black fishnet stockings. Her wavy brown hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, and she had just put the finishing touches on her make up. The painted, skeletal face smiled back at her. Nicolette had been invited to a friend’s Halloween party in Old Town. She had always had to work in previous years but had managed to get the night off this time. To say that she was excited would be an understatement. Her friend, Mary, was famous for her parties. In addition to an incredible supply of adult beverages, the food was also to die for. Nicolette had been wanting to hit one of her parties for a long time. It was going to be an epic night! Nicholette’s stomach growled expectantly. * * * It was about a 20-minute walk to Old Town from Nicholette’s apartment. The weather was very pleasant, so no cumbersome outerwear was needed. She walked it easily with her roommate, a petite blonde named Tara who was dressed as a good old fashioned, scantily clad witch. They didn’t normally dress in skimpy, sexy attire but Mary’s parties had a reputation. “When in Rome,” Tara had said while Nicholette helped her into a shimmering purple corset. Her blonde hair was in curls and stuck out from underneath an oversized pointed hat. A frilly black skirt and pleather knee boots completed the ensemble. The vinyl footwear squeaked with every step she took. They arrived at Mary’s house – a modest house with a picturesque front porch and tiny front yard. Nicholette took the lead up the steps and knocked on the front door. Tara was right behind her. Mary opened the door and smiled excitedly. Music flooded out into the early-evening air. “Nicholette! You made it!” Mary hugged her tightly and did the same to Tara as well. They all knew each other from grad school, though Mary had been a year ahead. Her famous parties were just starting up at that time, and neither Nicholette nor Tara had been able to go to one until now. They were shown into the living room, which was crowded with people in a wide variety of costumes. “The Monster Mash” was blasting from an unseen speaker. “I love your costumes,” Mary said to both of them as they walked over to the drinks table. Her eyes caught a quick glimpse of Nicholette’s slightly protruding stomach, which seemed to captivate her for a moment. She snapped out of it quickly and presented each of them with a cup filled with some sort of blue-green liquid. “It’s a drink of my own invention,” she said with evident pleasure as both her friends gulped it down. Nicholette thought it tasted phenomenal. “This is fantastic!” Nicholette grabbed the punch ladle for more. At that precise moment, her belly rumbled so loudly that a few people looked over her way. It was between songs so there was a moment of quiet right then. Nicholette blushed and patted her stomach sheepishly. “You sound like you’re hungry,” Mary said with a wink as the next song started. She motioned over to another table – this one filled with all sorts of delicious-looking appetizers and snacks. “Help yourself! The more people eat the less I have to cleanup.” Someone called her from across the room, so she excused herself and left Nicholette and Tara staring at the food. They couldn’t say anything for a moment and just started. There were pickled deviled eggs, giant mozzarella sticks, finger sandwiches, artisanal breads and cheeses, mushroom tarts, cheesy dips, buffalo wings, and much, much more. “This is even better than I could have imagined!” Nicholette took a plate and began filling it up. She was already stuffing her face when Tara came out of her daze. The petite witch started loading her plate when her friend belched, and she saw that Nicholette was already mostly done with her first plate. Tara’s mouth must have gaping, because Nicholette said, “What? I’m helping with cleanup.” She shoved a deviled egg into her mouth and went for more food. * * * It was a great party! Nicholette ran into people she hadn’t seen in ages, and introduced herself to new people she came across. All the while, a plate of food was in one hand and a drink in the other. She would frequently go back to refill both until Mary started offering to do it for her. Nicholette had been so engrossed in her various conversations that she lost count of how many times Mary came back with more food or drink. She consumed it all mindlessly and failed to notice that her belly was growing with each new plate or drink. Nicholette also didn’t notice other partygoers eyes go wide with surprise when Mary gave her a new plate or drink. By this time, Nicholette was pretty well buzzed. Her vision was starting to blur, but she had always done a good job at holding her liquor. Gulping down another Karloff’s Nightmare – the name Mary had given the blue-green drink – she turned around and stumbled into a Spiderman gut-first. They both fell to the floor with great thuds. It was only as she was struggling to get up that Nicholette realized how big and heavy her belly felt. Rolling onto her side, she felt sloshing and gurgling. Nicholette placed her hand on her stomach and gasped at how round it was. Spiderman helped her up and apologized. Nicholette smiled nervously and rushed to the upstairs bathroom. Locking the door behind her, Nicholette stared at herself in the mirror. Even through the alcohol-fueled haze, she could see that she was absolutely huge! Her slightly pudgy midriff had swollen to the size of a basketball and was bulging over her waistband. It quivered with each breath and wobbled with even the slightest movement. Try as she might, Nicholette couldn’t pull her top down to cover her swollen midsection. This was the last thing she expected to happen tonight. “I look seven months pregnant,” she murmured to herself. Patting her bloated self, Nicholette couldn’t help but stare at her reflection as she stifled a burp. She’d always had a big appetite and loved food, but her stomach had never grown this big before! Rather than being disgusted at what she’d done to herself, however, Nicholette felt weirdly accomplished. Furthermore, she felt incredibly sexy. Did she actually like being this fat and bloated? She was pondering this as someone knocked on the bathroom door. “Nicholette?” It was Mary. “Are you okay? I heard you had a little tumble downstairs.” “Uh, yeah,” Nicholette replied as if coming out of a daze. Giving her top one last useless tug, she opened the door. Mary’s eyes quickly shot down to her friend’s belly, and then back up. “I was just checking myself out. I’m fine.” Mary stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “I’ll say you are.” A flirtatious smile flashed across her face. “Have I mentioned that I really like your costume?” “Uh, n-no,” Nicholette stammered as the blood rushed to her cheeks. “T-thank you.” This was the last thing she expected to happen tonight. “And I like this look too.” Mary smiled and gently rested her hand on Nicholette’s belly. It felt amazing. “You do?” Nicholette was surprised – even more surprised than when she realized that she liked it too. Mary nodded. “I have a real weakness for big girls,” she said with a wink. “But I have to confess something.” “What’s that?” Nicholette’s belly gurgled. “I don’t know how to say it,” Mary suddenly said as she turned red now. “You can tell me.” “Okay then,” Mary dropped her hand, took a few steps back, and stood up ramrod straight. “I’ve liked you for a long time. Since grad school, in fact.” “W-what?” Okay…this was the last thing Nicholette expected to happen tonight. She’d not known that Mary felt that way about her, but at the same time she found herself not feeling surprised. “You know, I came close to asking you out so many times but always chickened out.” “Why?” “I didn’t think you were into girls,” she began. “And I didn’t want to risk making things weird. So, I didn’t say anything for ages and kept it to myself. But seeing you tonight, and how hot you look,” she paused. “I realized I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way, but there we are.” There was silence for a few moments. “Well,” Nicholette said as she took a few steps towards Mary, “I had no idea. I’m quite flattered.” Mary winced – she could feel the rejection coming. “That explains why you’ve been waiting on hand and foot tonight. And why,” she clutched her giant belly with both hands, “you’ve helped blow this thing up.” “It didn’t look that big in the dim light,” Mary started. “I didn’t think –" “I like it. It’s okay.” Nicholette put her arms around Mary’s shoulders. “And I like you too.” She leaned in close, and they kissed. It was pure passion. Mary wrapped her arms around Nicholette’s swollen middle and squeezed. They both giggled. * * * Nicholette and Mary came downstairs holding hands and rejoined the party. They’d been upstairs for about 30 minutes, but not too many partygoers noticed that as they were dancing to a collection of Messer Chups songs. “Spooky Tiki” was playing at this particular moment. Mary and Nicholette danced together, and the latter’s belly shook and jiggled ponderously. Glancing over at the food table, Nicholette could see that most of the food was gone at this point. She rubbed her gut proudly, knowing that that was where most of it ended up. And this was just the beginning! She wanted to explore this newly-discovered side of herself – this wonderfully gluttonous, confident, and sexy side. Nicholette knew that Mary would help her on that journey of discovery. Tara walked up to them with a slightly surprised expression. She’d seen how the two of them were dancing with each other, and how Mary kept rubbing and patting her roommate’s burgeoning belly. She smiled. “You two are cute together! But Mary, since we’re running out of snacks, there’s been a request to make a pizza run.” “Yes!” Nicholette and Mary shouted in unison. They looked at each other and started laughing. “Pizza is definitely in order,” Nicholette said as she rubbed her hands up and down the sides of her stuffed stomach. Her skeleton costume was tight and she knew what a spectacle it must be. But people kept dancing, and soon she started dancing again too. "Hope you're hungry," Mary whispered. "You're gonna get your own pizza or two." She winked at Nicholette.

I was a devil last year. Still trying to pick a costume for this year.

I have lots of photos sets to edit for this upcoming Halloween season & I would like your guys input. Currently not able to film any new videos at the moment.. so those are out the question. I hope you understand & respect that. Instead, I want to bring your focus to what i'm currently working on & ask for your participation in my poll ❤️