#pumpkin tf

The full autumn moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the pumpkin patch Peter was investigating. He was dressed in his brown uniform, slightly rinkled from not being used in a while. His P.K.E beeped louder and louder as he walked down an open trail, passing various, oversized pumpkins that looked ready to burst. Samhain was here, he knew it. He may have been all alone, but he could handle a powerful spirit. So what if the lingering of his fever, from his heated face to the sweat on his forehead, still affected him? He's a Ghostbuster!

As his ego continued hyping himself up in his mind, he failed to notice a familiar figure dressed in a purple cloak floating behind him. It only took the sensation of a soft bump against his back that jolted his senses.

"What the..."

Turning around, Peter's eyes went wide as he found himself face to face with Samhain's round belly. The spirit loomed above him, casting a great shadow over the mortal.

"Ghostbuster." Samhain's deep voice echoed like the autumn breeze as his yellowed teeth curled into a creepy smile. His hollowed eyes fixed Peter with a glint that the Ghostbuster has never saw before.

He stumbled back a step, instinctively reaching for his particle thrower, then remembering that he left the proton pack in Ecto-1. He gave Samhain a weak, sheepish smile, trying to annoy his way out of this mess.

"Whoa there, Jack-O-Junk! What happened? Did you raid a McDonalds before coming here?"

Then without warning, the ground began to grow warmer with every second. The impressively large pumpkins seemed to grow in size as well, their vines wrapping them in an embrace akin to snakes with their prey.

Samhain chuckled at the question. "No, Ghostbuster. This patch, it is filled with potent magic pulsating in its fertile ground."

He placed a clawed hand on his swollen gut.

"All of this power, coursing through my very veins, and it only costed one little thing."

Peter's eyes gazed down at the doughy middle, his thoughts a mix of disgust and surprisingly arousal. The more he stared at it, the more it looked more deletable. He wondered how soft it would feel if his hand—

Peter shook his head quickly, snapping out of his fantasies as his eyes met Samhain's once more. He scowled, trying to mask his true feelings and the odd shiver than ran through his body. "Heh, well, it seems the Great and Powerful Samhain let himself go, huh? You could lose some exercise, big guy. Maybe a Jenny Craig meal plan while yer at it."

Samhain's hollow eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger burning in them.

"Watch that tongue of yours, mortal."

Despite his irritation, the Spirit of Halloween's smile was still plastered on his face. He sensed the uneasiness in Peter, how the brunet's eyes took glimsaes at his lower half. With his hand on his belly, he gave it a good SMACK. The heavy gut quivered beneath his touch, jiggling like jello before settling down. "You stand on the most fertile spot of this land, or should I say... fattening~?"

Peter swallowed hard, nervously backing away as Samhain glide closer and closer towards him. He tried to keep his glare locked on the god, however it becomes increasingly more difficult to do so as that belly was blocking his view.

With the snap of his long fingers, Samhain summon the veins in the patch to his command. They didn't hesitate as they all wrapped themselves around Peter in a deadly grip; some restrained his arms, and others his legs. The Ghostbuster struggled breaking free to no avail. He was truly defensive, no proton pack and no backup to help him.

"Fattening?" Peter questioned, his voice cracking a bit. "Don't tell me, yer gonna what, stuff me with pumpkins until I look like a Thanksgiving turkey."

Samhain's clawed hand was gentle yet demeaning, titling Peter's chin up towards his lips. He lowered his pumpkin head down, his eyes managing to glint a strange look of hunger in them as he leaned close until his lips met Peter's.

It was surprisingly soft and warm, nothing like the harsh grip of his hand. At the same time, Peter felt something, or rather somethings, spilling into his mouth. They were tiny, gritty, and had the weird aftertaste of... dirt? Wait-

Peter's eyes widened as he realized Samhain was feeding him seeds like a mother bird to her little babies. He could taste the earth, the sweetness of the pumpkins, and a weird spicy flavor that tingled his taste buds. Unable to spit them out, Peter had no choice but to swallow every tiny seed that Samhain so readily fed him in their bizarre kiss.

Finally, the Lord of Halloween broke the kiss, his smile widening as he watched Peter struggling to swallow the last of them. The ghost's eyes gazed at the man standing in front of him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the quick rise and fall of his chest. Even in the night, he could see the faintest bulge in the Ghostbuster's midsection, and how the fabric now strained against it.

"I must say," Samhain purred. "You look full already~"

Peter's face flushed a beet red from the comment, but he couldn't deny it or say that the spirit was just pulling his leg. He could feel it, the subtle swell that certainly wasn't there beforehand. He tried to summon up a smartass remark, but all that came out was a shaky whisper.

"D-Damn pumpkin seeds..."

Suddenly, his belly let out an ominous gurgle, causing him to look down at himself. There before his eyes was that same, small pouch expanding ever so slightly with each second. His skin was beginning to change as well. At first, it started to feel more rougher, as if a strange coating covered his being. He gasped as he saw his skin turning a tint of orange.

He was transforming into a pumpkin.

As he watched, the skin continued the next stage of its transformation, its surface taking on the texture of a pumpkin's outer layer. The gadget belt around his waist strained harder, threatening to pop open. A wave of dizziness wept over him, making the world spin in his head. The ground felt warmer, his body heavier.

Samhain's hand continued to caress Peter's growing gut before slowly drifting down to his belt. In one fell swoop, he pulled on the belt, instantly breaking it.

"Oops," Samhain said, all the while not looking or sounding apologetic for it.

As Peter's belly swelled and rounded out, it eventually bumped against Samhain's own gut. The contact sent a dizzy shiver down the Ghostbuster's spine, the doughy surface of Samhain's contrasting with the hardness of his own. His face blushed a deeper red at the thought of him becoming even bigger than the ghost and his already impressing figure.

"U-Uuuugh.... I'm... so huge."

Samhain laughed, throughly enjoying the sight of the once cocky Ghostbuster now a blushing mess.

"Yes, you are. You're growing quite nicely in fact. Soon, you'll be the biggest one in the patch~"

Peter gasped as new changes wrecked his body. His chest swelled, pushing against the fabric of his uniform and causing it to tear further down the seams. The roundness continued down his sides, his hips widening until the vines that restrained him simply gave up and plopped him onto the ground. His ass ballooned out behind him like a pair of pumpkins, pressing into the earth with mighty force. His thighs thickened, as well as his arms, legs, and face. Finally, the transformation stopped for good. The once lean Ghostbuster was now a gigantic, spherical pumpkin of a man, completely immobilized and utterly helpless, like a prisoner of his own flesh.

Samhain circled around him like a lion examining its prey, marvelling at the work he has done to Peter. Once behind the massive blob, he ran his hand over his ass, his fingers practically sinking into the swollen yet blubbery fat.

"Perfect. You're perfect like this."

"Y-You'll never *huff* get away," Peter panted, his voice muffled by the shear mass of his own body. "Ray... Egon... Winston... they'll find me. They always do..."

"Then, let them come. By then, you'll be so fat and round you won't even want to be saved."

Samhain took flight, appearing from behind to right in front of Peter. Then, he levitated down onto his belly. He let out a relaxed sigh, getting comfortable on his new seat, as if he belonged there.

"Such a big little one you are," Samhain cooed, his voice taking on a paternal tone. "So ripe, so fertile. Just a perfect, big pumpkin, ready for the harvest season."

The spirit leaned closer, his hands cupping Peter's face in a gentle gesture unexpected for such a human-hating god. His eyes, now glowing gold, bore into Peter's with deep intensity.

"Do not fight against it, Peter Venkman. Accept this gift and many more to come soon enough. Right now, until your little friends come to the rescue, you belong to the patch. You belong... to me~"

His voice wrapped around Peter's mind like thick vines, slow, soothing, impossible to resist. The Ghostbuster's eyelids fluttered, his breathing deepened, and just like that, he stopped struggling. Samhain pressed forward, kissing him deeply, and as their lips met once more, another flood of warm pumpkin seeds spilled into Peter's mouth. He swallowed reflexively, completely under Samhain's spell.

All thoughts, hopes, dreams, stresses and worries disappeared from his mind without a trace.

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