“Peeeter, do I have to do this?” Theodore stared into the darkness, shaking in his shoes. The air was chilly and crisp, the stray orange leaves on the floor crunching as he changed his footing. He used his hands to cover his underwear, but still he felt naked. The upside to the darkness, he supposed, was that nobody would see him. 
Peter rolled his eyes. “Yes Theo! If you wanna go to the party with me, you have to do the graveyard run!” As he said those last words, Theodore could tell he was holding back a laugh. “Everyone knows that!” 
Theodore always looked up to his older brother. Theodore and Peter were both reindeer, with chestnut fur and antlers. Peter’s were already grown in, with several stalks that reached up  and poked into sharp edges. Though Mommy and Daddy told him to file them down in case he poked someone, he rarely did. Theodore’s were only tiny nubs in comparison, but he was confident they would grow in soon. 
The two brothers used to be good friends. They would play video games, Peter would help Theodore with his math homework, and they would stay up late being as quiet as possible, with Mommy and Daddy never suspecting a thing. 
All that changed when Peter went to middle school. Ever since then, he grew more distant, less kind, more aloof. Days were unbearable and lonely for Theodore, as Peter spent all his time with his face in his phone, texting unseen friends that he would sometimes bolt out the house to go meet and hang out with until well after dinner. 
That was almost two months ago, and the idea of going through another two years before Theodore got into middle school himself was unbearable. Thankfully, Mommy told Peter to take him Trick or Treating this year. 
Peter insisted he was too old to trick or treat, that he was going to a party with his friends and couldn’t take his baby brother long. Mommy was insistent. 
“It will be good for you two!” She had said. “You should spend more time with your brother. You can take him to the party after if you want.” 
“You just don’t want to take him yourself…” Peter had said, but the look Mommy shot him back sent the message that this conversation was over. 
So the two reindeer went, walking from house to house. Peter in a T-shirt and jeans, and Theodore in a bright red devil costume. It was soft and felt like pajamas, with little holes cut out for his antlers right behind the small red devil horns. 
Before long it had gotten dark, Theodore was ready to go home, with a heavy bag of candy and exhausted legs. That was right where he thought he was going, until the moment they stepped into the gate of the neighborhood graveyard. 
A big plot of land in the middle of the city, it was a dirt path between long rows of gravestones. With no lights it was pitch black, with only the distant street lights giving any small amounts of vision. 
“Peter? What’s going on? Why did you take me here?” Theodore had asked. 
Peter seemed surprised. “What? We were gonna do the graveyard run, right? I mean, all the teens are doing it.” He shrugged. “I guess maybe you’re too young. I was gonna take you to the party after, but maybe you should just go home.” 
“What? No! What’s the graveyard run?” Theodore said. He looked back towards the graveyard, and for a moment thought he saw a figure moving in the darkness. 
“Well, it’s a yearly tradition. If you go trick or treating, you have to strip your costume and run through the graveyard, touch the fence on the far side, and come back.” Peter shrugged. “I did it last year, shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?” 
Theodore’s eyes went wide. “Bu-but, I’m not wearing clothes under this…” He said. 
Peter smirked. “That’s okay. It’s pitch black, remember? Nobody will see.” 
With that, Theodore handed his candy over, and pulled down the zipper on his costume. Pulling it down his body, he was completely nude, save for his tighty whities, his socks, and his shoes. 
It didn’t feel cold before, but now each little gust of wind made his fur stand on end. He wasn’t quite shivering, but he wouldn’t wait until he could put his costume back on. 
And so, he stood at the edge of the darkness, dreading just how long it would take. “So…so just to the fence? Then I go back?” 
“Mhm. If you look far enough, you can see the street lights on the other side.” He pointed, and sure enough Theodore saw the yellow light. It was a tiny pinprick compared to everything else, but it was just a straight line down the path to it. “Just head towards the light, you’ll be fine.” 
Thedore swallowed deeply. He took the first step in, as if expecting to step on a landmine. When that was fine, he simply walked, his body tense and slow. 
It only took another few steps before Theodore disappeared into the darkness. 

All he could hear was his slow breathing. There were no leaves to crunch on, no sticks to break on his shoes, even a creepy hooting owl would have been better than the silence. He passed by countless gravestones, ones he could only see if he brought his face right up to them, otherwise he only ignored them, hoping he could reach the light and go back. 
“How…how would Peter even know if I did it?” Theodore asked himself. “I could…I could just go back now…” 
He sighed. Peter would know. Theodore would whimper when he spoke or tremble in just the wrong way. He needed to do this, and that meant going for the light. He started to run, moving as fast as he could in the darkness. 
A few times he almost ran into a tree, but thankfully he stopped himself and bolted past it. He ran and ran and ran, just wanting to tag the fence, turn around, and run back. It would be over, he would finally have his costume again, and he could enjoy his candy at the party with Peter’s cool friends. 
He didn’t think about anything that could be watching him. He didn’t think about falling into an open grave and being pulled down by a zombie. He didn’t think of a serial killer that would turn the corner and get him. He only thought about the light. 
He was close. He could see it. He stopped for a moment to breathe, and when he took his next step, he bumped his foot against a large fallen tree right in the path. 
“What the?” There were trees scattered around the graveyard, but they were thin, tiny things that were maintained and kept small. This tree was a massive, gnarled log. He couldn’t see it in the darkness, but feeling around he could make out branches and its shape. Thick and tall, big enough that he had to push himself over it to get to the overside, the rough bark scraping against his fur. 
“Ugh, and I have to go over it on the way back, too…” 
When he moved, he was so focused on the light he didn’t notice the trees getting bigger and more dense. He didn’t notice fewer and fewer gravestones until they stopped all together. Least of all did he notice the light he was chasing was moving away from him, luring him deeper, making him follow more and more. 
It was only when he turned around and didn’t see any street lights behind him that he got truly terrified. “Peter!” He screamed. 
Nothing answered. The shapes all around him were wrong. He passed by the graveyard regularly, but he was in a dense wood. What’s more, the moon was full above his head, but wasn’t it crescent just a moment ago? He was just forgetting, he told himself. It was an illusion of the darkness. It was just shadows playing tricks on. Even as he reached up to the trees and felt them, felt how big and real and thick they were, he told himself he was still in the graveyard. 
Finally, he started walking to the light again. What else could he do? Wherever he was, the streetlights on the other side would save him. He would just hop over the fence, go around the graveyard, and find Peter. Forget this stupid graveyard run, he just wanted to go home. 
He finally saw the light get closer and closer, but something was wrong. It wasn’t a high up street lamp, but a ball of light at nearly eye level. As he approached it, he saw what it was. It was a jack-o’-lantern, resting on a shelf that seemed carved into a massive tree. It had triangle eyes and a toothy grin. He looked up at the tree, and despite how bright the pumpkin was, the light did not reach its tips. Taller than the rest by far, perhaps older too. 
“Where’s the streetlight? Where is everything? Where’s Peter?” Even as tears rolled down his face, he found himself pulled to the pumpkin. Its light was so comfortable to stare at. It wasn’t just a solid yellow light, inside the face of the pumpkin it seemed to have strange orange bands. It wasn’t some candle, the pumpkin was full of light. 
He was inches from it, his face almost nose to nose with the carved face.  It was strangely beautiful, alluring in some way he didn’t understand. As he stood there, he thought he could hear something faint inside of it. A murmuring. 
He lifted up the pumpkin, and brought it to his ear. The sound was even louder now. He could almost make out words. Yet, just as he was going to set it down again, something thick and strong pulled at his leg. 
He yelped in surprise, falling backwards onto his rear end. He lost grip of the pumpkin, and for a split second he had no idea where it was. 
Before he knew what was happening, the pumpkin slid onto his head. He braced for a cold wet squish, but the inside was dry, warm, firm, almost pleasant. The fit was perfect, feeling like a helmet you could easily put on. It was hollow and bright on the inside, an intense yellow and orange light was blinding him. 
“Ah!” Theodore shouted, trying his best to yank the pumpkin off of his head. “Hey, get this off of me!” 
Squirming around, no matter how hard he pulled or tugged, it was too tight around his throat. It didn’t budge an inch, only pulling up his head with it. It was painful to try and remove, so he gave up on that quickly enough. 
“Someone, help!” He cried, tears rolling down his face. 
Shhhhh… A gentle whisper came, just behind him. 
“Hey! Who's there? Help me!” He turned and reached out, only to fall back into the mud of the strange woods. 
Don’t be frightened, little one. The voice said. It was so calm, so quiet, yet Theodore could hear it so easily over his sobbing and screaming. Just look into the lights, and relax.
“L-Lights?” Theodore asked. Why was the inside of the pumpkin so bright? What’s more, the lights were moving. The yellow was always there, shining into his eyes, but the bands of orange were scaling up and down the innards of the pumpkin. His eyes tried to ignore it, but even shut tight the light shone through. “Why…why…why is this…?” 
Shhh…don’t be frightened. Don’t be worried. Just relax. Relax and stare. The voice echoed in his mind, impossible to ignore, impossible to drown out, impossible to resist. 
“No…I don’t…I’m…scared…” Theodore said. His hands went up to the pumpkin, but he had no strength left to pull. He stared deeper and deeper in the lights, the pretty, up and down motion grabbing onto his attention and never letting go. 
Good boy. Let me show you the light. Let me control you. Let me into your head. 
Theodore only swayed back and forth, some invisible force keeping him from toppling over again. It felt good, just letting all of his thoughts go. His body slowly untensed, his breathing deepened, his mouth hung open as drool started to drip from the gap between his neck and the rind of the pumpkin. 
He was completely helpless to the lights now. They pulled his mind deeper and deeper into them, suppressing his free will. He was fully entranced, and completely a victim to the voice. 
Good boy. So cute, so weak, so helpless. It whispered. Its words were sweet honey being poured into his head, and he would accept and absorb all of it. Just listen closely. Just do what you’re told. Just let me change you, mind, body and soul. 
Theodore nodded his head. As he did so, giving full consent to whatever force was doing this to him, he felt something enter him. A power that he could not describe. A brief chill that froze him to his core, until a nice layer of warmth engulfed him. 
He felt it in his muscles, strange feelings tingling up and down his whole body. His body fat was shifted around, his rear end and thighs getting larger and wider, while his belly was made thin and feminine. His lips began to pucker up and inflate, looking slutty and delectable. His arms were made thin and his fur was turned smooth and delicate. His nervous system was rewired as well, his mouth, his anus, and even his thighs turned into delicate erogenous zones. His entire body was being warped to turn him into the ideal boy slut. 
“Ooooo…” Theodore moaned as the power warped through him. His underwear felt so tight around his new thick ass that it felt ready to burst, and once he doubled forward in slight discomfort, that’s exactly what happened. The fabric tore away, snapping the elastic and making his underwear drift away in the wind. He felt so much better without the underwear in the way, and his tail wagged in satisfaction. 
The wind chill on his sensitive ass made him squirm, and his tongue was so sensitive that even scraping it against his teeth felt good. Still he felt…empty. He needed something to fill him. Now. 
Shhh…quiet boy. No thoughts. No worries. Not yet. The voice reassured him, before pressing his control over him more completely. 
Stick your ass out, boy. The voice commanded. 
Instantly, Theodore’s knees buckled. His rump was immediately pointed out, his tail stiff in the cold air. 
Twerk. 
Theodore, despite his age and innocence, began to lift his ass up and down, making it clap loudly. His butt’s jiggling was intense, going faster and with more skill then should have been possible. 
The voice instructed him more and more. How to wiggle his butt, how to twist it back and forth, how to entice any and all big cocks that wanted to fuck him. His legs burned from the quick movement and exercise, but he didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate, didn’t think of the pain, he only focused on the voice and the lights. Nothing else existed but the voice and the lights. 

He stared out in the darkness. He expected a scream, or hearing him running back. Or maybe he would show up fine. Instead there was nothing. Darkness. Silence. 
He checked his phone, and his brother had been gone for nearly thirty minutes. Did he get lost? Fall over? Or is he headed his way home, and Mom was gonna skin him alive for stripping his brother down and stealing his candy. The bag was still about half full, with most of the wrappings tossed into the street. 
“Dammit Theo.” Peter closed the pillow case with a simple knot, left it by the gate of the graveyard with his costume, and headed in. Using his phone as a flashlight, he followed the footsteps in the muddy pathway between the lines of tombstones. As he walked, he felt it get colder and colder, and he started to feel genuine worry. 
“Theo! If you’re hiding to scare me, you’d better come out now! I’ll eat all your candy if you don’t!” He shouted while waving his phone between the lines. 
As he went along, more and more trees seemed dead. The path grew fainter and muddier, their sneakers sinking slightly deeper into the mud each time. It took real effort to move along now, and that worried him. If he was tripped up and fell face first, he would be covered in mud, soaking, and cold. Could he truly get himself hurt from this dumb prank?
Then he heard it. A distant and faint sound, like someone was clapping happily. 
“Theo! If that’s you, you have to come out now!” Peter screamed, hopping over a large fallen tree.  He ran past the dense foliage, running through between the tall trees, too focused on his brother to do anything else. 
When he made out his brother’s form, his short body moving around, at first he felt relief. When he saw what he was doing, he felt confused and disgusted. 
“Theo? What the fuck?” 
It was surely his younger brother. He was the right size, his fur was the distinct brown they shared, his strange mask even had his little baby antlers poking out of the bizzare jack-o’-lantern he had on his head. 
Yet his brother was…twerking. Shaking his bubble butt ass in a way Peter had never seen before. He moved more like a pornstar than someone still in elementary school. Was his ass even that big before? Was it even Theodore?
“Theo, you disappear and just do…this…while I’m worried sick of you!” Peter walked up to Theodore, but his brother didn’t move. “Come on, I’m sick of this game! We’re going home right now, and you’re not gonna tell Mom any of this.” 
The twerking stopped. So did Peter. He stood still, watching as his little brother stood up straight, and slowly turned to face him. Standing naked, he didn’t shiver, didn’t cover himself, his tiny cock erect and hard. It was hard to describe the jack-o’-lantern face as one that could make eye contact, but that’s exactly what it was doing. No pupils, no blinking, just a deep stare of light. 
“Stop that! It’s freaky!” Peter noticed the lights in his brother’s mask. The strange spinning colors and shifting lights. There was something unnatural about it. “What…what is that mask? It looks like a real pumpkin but it's gotta have batteries or something…right?” 
“I need…cock…” Theodore’s voice whispered. 
Peter’s face cringed. “What? Where did you hear that crap? You can’t talk like that!” He was sick of this game. He reached out for the pumpkin to try and yank it off. 
“I need cock!” Theodore put his arms behind his head, bent his knees, his erect and tiny cock dripping precum, before moving taking slow steps towards Peter. 
Peter felt himself tumble back, tripping on a thick root from the ancient tree before them. Before he could stand up, Theodore was on top of him, his ridiculous pose allowing him to kneel deep, putting his pumpkin face inches from Peter’s. 
“G-Get off of me! What are you doing?” Before he could resist, he felt something hard and strong wrap around his wrists and ankles. Thick roots from the tree were coming to life, moving like snakes, binding him, and forcing him to sit still. All of his limbs were caught, and the roots were impossibly thick and strong. “Help! Get these things off of me!” 
More and more of the roots slithered over him, tearing off his clothing bit by bit. It went up his chest and ripped off his t-shirt. It slithered into his pants and tore them to pieces. It even wrapped around his underwear, and tore them in two. 
“Please don’t! Theo, help me!” His voice trembled as Theodore simply turned around, his fat butt now wiggling in front of his face. Too terrified to look away, he could do nothing as the jiggling butt pulled his attention in, clapping and jiggling so fast, he couldn’t help but get erect. “Ah, stop! No no no, I’m not gay! Stop!” 
It was too late. Once his cock was hard, Theodore lowered his rear onto his brother’s shaft. Slamming it down with his entire weight, the young boy’s ass easily took the cock. 
The pleasure shocked Peter. The fleshy butt felt so  tight, so warm, so good, that he couldn’t help but thrust into it. Theodore ignored his movements, simply going up and down in a rhythmic, systematic pace. 
“Please…please…no…god…” Peter curled his toes and grit his teeth together. Being raped by his own brother, the thought so shameful and forbidden, yet the pleasure being so intense and good. Tears rolled down his face as he moaned louder and louder, unable to contain himself. “So…so….Theo, stop! I…I’m gonna…” 
Theodore slammed down hard, pressing his fat butt right into Peter’s lap. It was the last bit of pressure needed, and Peter felt himself orgasm. The stringy ropes of cum filled Thedore easily, squirting the rest onto the wood floor below. 
Peter leaned back, his ears ringing from the pleasure. More and more kept coming, feeling better than any amount of masturbation he had ever done. Still he cried, thinking about how this was possible. 
He hardly noticed as Thedore stood up, moving slowly before his bound older brother. It was only when he looked up and saw his brother holding another jack-o’-lantern, almost identical to his own, that he began to scream. 
Theodore didn’t react to his scream. He simply stood there for a few moments like he was waiting for a command, and then dropped the pumpkin over Peter’s head. 

Theodore watched as his brother struggled. The roots of the great tree pulled back, letting him go. Peter tried to yank the pumpkin off, but it was already lodged in place. His antlers, somehow, were all the way through it, sticking out of two holes that were the perfect size for them. There was no hole on the bottom for his neck, so how it managed to get on both of their heads was a magic that Theodore did not need to know, so the tree did not tell him. 
As his brother’s pumpkin’s shining light grew and grew in intensity, Peter’s struggling slowed. His panicked breathing became deep breaths. His muffled screams became moans.
Peter’s body would pause every few minutes, surely the voice ringing in his ear, guiding him, telling him to be weak and stare. Comfort and pleasure washed over the older boy’s body, accepting each word whispered to him. Finally, his body changed, whatever magics working through his body made him softer, more feminine, his ass getting fat while his limbs grew thin. 
Finally he stuck his ass out, and started to twerk. The two boys looked almost identical again. Pumpkin head, feminine body, fat ass. Peter was simply bigger, the older brother to the two pumpkin bois.  
Stand. The voice commanded. 
Theodore and Peter both stood up straight, their bodies still as statues, not even breathing. The light guided them. The lights saw for them. The lights would do everything for them. The voice, of course, did all the thinking. 
Turn around. It said. 
They both slowly turned their bodies to face the great tree again. 
Instead, they faced the front gate of the cemetery. They saw the street lights lining the sidewalk, they saw the houses with their decorations, they saw the other children and adults walking from house to house, eating treats and candies handed out by those at each door. At the base of the gate was a tiny red devil costume, and a discarded bag of candy. 
More. The voice brought both boy’s attention back to it. A tingle went up their spine as the hypnotic power exerted control, ensuring being back in their normal reality would not make them snap out of their trance. You need more cocks. You need more cum. You need to make more pumpkin bois. 
The two said nothing. Only standing perfectly still for another moment. Then they bent their knees again. They moved their hands behind their pumpkin heads. They started to move forward, lewdly shaking their cock and ass with each step. 
Some of the other trick or treaters were pointing, confused or laughing at the two naked boys. They would be one of the first. The two boys were fully loyal to the voice, and they wanted to give it as many boys and as much cum as they could. 
They would not rest until the voice was satisfied, or until every boy on the planet were brainwashed, slutty, sissy, fat assed jack-o’-lantern bois like they were.