(This is obviously not canon, just a little story for the season! Hope you all enjoy!)
Brett and I stood outside of the cabin.
“Is this the right place?” I looked at my phone and saw the pin.
“I dunno, it looks like it.” We both shrugged and I adjusted his costume. It was his idea to be Little Red Riding hood and the Wolf. Brett was so dedicated to the role that he didn’t shave for a month, so his side burns (and that muscled belly) were nice and fuzzy. He wore a pair of ripped jean shorts and a letterman jacket and I just wore a red hoodie and jeans.
Mr Bear had been hyping up this party all month long, inviting the entirety of the class and a few students from the rest of the school, “A bit of extra incentive for you all to come, don’t make me eat them all myself!”
The door opened to Mr Bear without a shirt and covered in hair, “Mr Bear, get it?” He said.
I smirked and patted his belly, “Looking good Mr B.”
He smiled, “Thank you, a few people still planned to arrive and then we can begin.” Mr Bear moves aside and let’s me and Brett inside.
“Hey Brett!” Liam ran up and slapped his firm ass.
“What’s up,” the two began to talk. Liam’s costume was a simple cowboy costume but instead of bootcut jeans, we wore a jockstrap with some dirty boots. Both of the absurdly sexy men sparked up a conversation around the punch bowl, leaving me free to explore the rest of the fancifully decorated interior.
I looked around and began to wander, greeting a couple of the predators from my class and complimenting their costumes. I found myself on the back porch with Miles and Jaxon, the two boys passing a joint back and forth. They were mid-way through sparking up their next J when Miles noticed me through the cloud of smoke he exhaled.
“Oh! Hey!-“ Miles coughed, a small puff of smoke escaping from the bottom of his lungs, “Hey dude, what’s up?”
I walked over and noticed his handmade eyepatch covering up one of his eyes, the tattered clothes he wore and the fact his other hand was a hook heavily hinting at the theme of his costume. Stepping up beside the wicker chair, I noticed the large black silhouette laying between his clothed thighs, it’s thick tip dripping onto the wooden deck.
“Let me guess, a pirate?”
He winked, “Eyup~” He raised his hook hand and gave a goofy ‘yarrr me harrg’, passing the lit joint to his less-dressed friend.
“Is that your cannon?” I pointed to the poorly painted shaft that laid between his legs. Miles grinned and nodded, scratching the patch of pubes that poked out from the open fly in his pants.
Jaxon perked up and flexed, his lean muscular build covered by a cropped baseball jersey, the blue stripped white top hanging just above his smooth pecs. His baseball cap matched the shirt nicely, the black cleats he wore making a cracking noise as he gave a spin, showing every angle of his skimpy costume.
“Is it technically a costume if you just cropped your uniform, right?” I smirked, poking the baseball-patterned fabric that spread over his round ass.
“Well… I’m a sexy baseball player! How about that?”
The two smiled and went back to smoking.
A pair of hands fell onto my shoulder, “Hey there, Snack~” I turned and was met with Brett’s fuzzy face, “Scared of the big bad wolf?”
I raised and brow, running my hand over Brett’s chin, “Never~”
A wet kiss was planted on my lips, Brett pulling away and licking his lips, “Mm... seeing you in this costume…” He leaned back in and drug his tongue up my cheek, “Makes it hard not to get a little more into character~”
A light blush glazed over my cheeks as I wiped the streak of saliva off with my sleeve, “Save your appetite for the rest of the guests! I’ll be on digestion duty,” I rubbed my hand across Brett’s hairy belly, only imagining how large he’ll get this time around.
Every predator was working their magic on the prey that arrived. Liam was letting some guy rub over his chest and down his gut. Brett was flexing and opening his gullet to let them see the deep cavern. Jaxon had a guy already pinned underneath his ass, the cheeky ass pred letting his prey rim him to their own demise. Even Mr Bear had a boy in a corner, licking at his neck and letting him touch the belly he’d soon be adding to.
“Ever been with a cowboy?” Liam played up his southern accent, letting the low purr enchant his future meal. “I’ve open for anything... even...” Liam licked his lips, “stuffing~”
“The Big Bad Wolf is hungry...” The few men around him blushed and watched Brett play up the wolf man act, “Start running...” The guys took it seriously and Brett grinned as he begun to stomp after them.
“Heh... open your mouth, get some of my special rum~” Miles chuckled, massaging one of the man-sized bulges in his nuts as his cock maw oozed, “Straight from the keg,” He grinned as he dripped his seed onto the face of the other guest who was busy worshipping the squirming nutsack, fully planning on adding this one to his ‘cannon balls’ too.
“I can tackle pretty quick... let’s make a bet. If I can tackle you, you get a one way trip into this ass.” Jaxon drooled, letting his future snack rub over his rump
Mr Bear was silent, just letting his gropes and kissing lure them deeper and deeper into his wet maw.
After returning to the bathroom, I saw a guy in a pair of jeans and a gingham shirt standing where Liam just was. He was abnormally tall and his washed out denim pants were stretched tight across his legs. I stepped up and slapped his ass, “Hey Daddy~” My charm was immediately dropped when I saw the face of Liam, but with a significant amount of facial hair. He seemed… older too, “Liam?”
“Liam?” He seemed confused, “I’m just some farmer man, don’t know any one named Liam.” His belly squirmed tightly around the living meal inside, the surface poking around from the gingham shirt. “My belly has been acting up, mind helping?”
I blushed as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a jungle of hair, it bursting up from his belly button up through his chest, only thinning when it nears his hips. He pinned me against a wall and murmured in my ear, “This isn’t my first rodeo... rub Papa’s belly...” I obliged and began to knead at the wiggling orb.
The cowboy was soon passed out with his hat tipped over his eyes, boots kicked up. I quickly walked off and outback to the porch, but before I could even make it out the door, the breath was knocked out of me. A helmet wearing baseball player was smiling above me.
“Who the hell is Jaxon?” He took off his helmet and smirked, “Is he as hot as me?” The guy seemed to tense up and patted his butt, “Sorry, I guess I sat on something.” His lower abdomen bulged slightly from underneath the muscled core.
“Well... uhm...” I was interrupted by his lips closing in on mine, stealing a kiss.
“Damn you’re hot... Catch me in the locker room later, alright?” He hopped up and rubbed his crotch before running off.
“What is going on?” I looked around and saw a long haired man sitting in the chair Miles was. His cock was still full of man and struggling to dump it into his balls, seemingly half-way through swallowing that second course.
“Are you Miles?” I asked.
He didn’t even notice me and kept dragging the man deeper in his balls,
I looked around and saw a bear on his back, the belly struggling with the bulges of a man.
“Mr Bear...” I stepped up and began to rub his belly getting a deep purr.
“That leaves... Oh shit... Brett.”
I walked through the woods, following the bounding footprints that lead deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until I heard labored breathing and the sound of slurping that I knew I found him.
The Beast of a Man was leaned against a tree while the legs of one man dangled from his maw and two others worshipped his balls and member. Brett seemed to have grown to 12 feet tall and bursted from his clothes, his shoes now nothing but ankle braces with holes for his toes. The large tail was wagging and kicking up dust and leaves. He threw his head back and snapped his jaws shut, sealing the first man inside his maw and down his gullet.
I stepped up and to the side of the beast. Brett’s teeth were sharp with a significant underbite, with two canines poking from his lips. His amber eyes scanned me before sniffing me and dragging a long lick up my cheek. His meal made almost no dent in his gut, which seemed to have already made quick work of his prey.
“Do you remember me? Brett?”
This seemed to be the only one that responded to their own name. His tail stopped wagging and he gripped the two other men, cramming them into his mouth. He stood up and glared over me, his mouth open and ejecting a burp.
“Brett, I don’t know what’s going on, everyone turned into their costumes and...” I was grasped into a relatively soft embrace, Brett’s fur tickling me.
“Full... Moon...” He grinned, pointing to the blood red moon above us.
My eyes widened, “Wait... why haven’t I changed?”
“Beast... Blood...” He slapped his belly, “Predators...”
I nodded, “Only predators change...” I was picked up by one arm and carried slowly back to the house, tucked gently between his shoulder and chest.
As we arrived back to the house, I relaxed knowing this curse, magic, spell, whatever was just temporary. With this new knowledge, the first place I planned to visit was that sexy cowboy. As I entered back through the front door, Mr. Bear has migrated into the front foyer and was now occupying most of the room with his furry belly. I had to climb the hibernating teacher’s belly to get past and back into the rest of the houses, which was pretty easy considering the thick fur that covered the whole surface.
As I entered the front room, the Cowboy was still sitting in the chair but
“Back for more?” He smirked, lifting a boot, “Rub my foot would ya?” I listened to every command, slipping off the books and getting to work on the socked feet, a hole in his sock allowing his right toe to poke out. Using my thumbs to massage the large soles, I noticed a smirk on the cowboy’s face. He wiggled the exposed toe and bounced one of his thick eyebrows, seemingly testing his subjugation of me. I leaned up and took the toe into my mouth happily, the slight salt of his boot sweat spreading over my tongue. He seemed quite proud of himself as he laid his over foot onto my shoulder, letting me support the weight of both legs.
“Like being my little servant?”
“Mhmm, that’s all you need to be,” The Cowboy smiled and traced his belly, the now-slightly pooched abs having completely absorbed it’s first meal. “That boy squirming in my guts felt weird at first, but hell he tasted better than any steak I’ve had before!” I smirked and pulled the toe from my mouth, standing up once the Cowboy tipped his hat down to cover his eyes.
Seeing as I satisfied this predator, the only couple left were Jaxon and Miles, which the thought of that husky athlete made it easy to choose who to visit next.
After searching around the cabin’s hallways, I was able to follow a trail of steam into what looked to be the master bedroom. The door that led into the bathroom was left open, with the atmosphere in the white-tiled room visually more humid. Stepping up to the door way, a bare naked jock stood alone rubbing one out, one arm against the frosted glass to stabilize. There looked to be another pair of thick legs kicking out between the athletes glutes, the sound of grunting and wet slurps barely covered up by the spraying showerhead.
I pulled the glass doors open and noticed the athlete had another guest in the shower with him, it being one of the other people Mr Bear invited. He seemed to be going to town pretty hard on Jaxon’s smooth hole, practically mashing his forehead against and inside the athlete’s rectum.
“Ooh fuck...” He jerked it faster, “Get in that ass...” He didn’t even notice me as I stood there and watched the lustful scene, which gave me an idea to get his attention. The guy was pretty well kneeled underneath Jaxon’s ass, so it only took a slight push to get the man’s head inside. Jaxon’s body remembered the feeling of getting fed, so the man’s shoulders quickly joined him as well as he continued to sit back on the man like a giant dildo.
He held his muscled abs as the man started to fill out his lower colon and bloat his midsection, Jaxon’s ass now flat against the tile’s shower. Thick ropes of white cum shot out and onto his chest as the prey’s feet in their final struggle kicked against his prostate, sending him over the edge and leaving him panting on his back.
The jock laid down before me with his dripping member between his thighs, “Damn dude...”I smiled and patted the wet jock’s belly, feeling the man start to struggle and slowly start to snake up into Jaxon’s stomach.
Feeling he’d been easily satisfied, I looked down at my watch and saw it was almost 3 AM! Knowing very little about curses associated with the moon, I was pretty sure that upon sunrise the spell or whatever will be broken, so whoever I spent my last moment of the night with, I got to make it count!
(Presumably that I actually posted this on Halloween, I would’ve had a mini poll with y’all to see how it ends! However, due to this being already late as is, I’m just gonna leave it up to y’all!)
