He'd long grown out of tricking or treating, and, if he'd had his way, he'd have gone out with friends to make new friends - well, friends for a night were still friends, he justified it to himself, but his parents had been adamant about his role in this - and the threat of house arrest and other, even wore, sanctions had been enough to resign him to his fate.
He set the bag down, forced a smile on his face, and opened it as more armloads of candy rustled down into the large bag.
"Well, we're almost done," he said, cheerily, indicating they were nearly at the end of the winding street, "just two more houses."
Cheering, the three little kids ran off towards the front doors, bounding up the decorated porches, rapping on the door, calling out the Halloween warcry of "Trick or Treat" while Simon sat down on the sidewalk waiting for them to come back with more candy to put in the large sack he carried over his shoulder - by now it held more than enough to last them the year he estimated, smiling as he remebered how he had done this years before, also remembering how his mom had immediately taken the candy into custody preventing any next-day illnesses and painful dentist visits.
He shook his head. He was getting too old for this kind of thing.
Pulling the bag off his shoulder one last time, he put it on the ground and opened it, allowing his nephews and niece to deposit their final loads of candy into the bag.
"Right," he said cheerily, "time to go back. That was the last house on this street."
"No it's not," little Tom cried out, "look, up there!" and pointed to a faintly lit house a few hundred yards up the street.
"But that's outside the city limits," Simon admonished, "and Aunt Thelma warned us not to go there."
"Oh please," little Sally pleaded, "can we go there ?"
"No," Simon remained firm, "we're going home to divide up the candy."
"It's not fair!" little Alex said, stomping his foot, "Mommy said we could get candy from all the houses on this street!"
"So long as they were inside city limits," Simon said. "Now, no more arguments, we're going back."
"But can't you go there and get candy for us ?" Sally asked, "We'll wait here - promised!"
Simon sighed and weighed his mother's stern words and warnings.
"Please, pretty please with sugar ?" the three children pleaded, with a look reminiscent of mournful puppies on their faces.
"Well allright then, I suppose it's OK," he relented, "but, you three must stay here with the bag while I walk up and ask, OK ?"
The three of them nodded vigorously and eagerly accepted the bag.
"And no eating candy from the bag!" Simon warned, "or I'll tell your mom!"
---
As Simon walked past the city limits sign, a feeling of cold fear crept up his back, but he wasn't going to admit to the kids he was dead scared, steeled himself and walked up to the house up the hill.
I was further than he estimated - halfway he had to leave the main road and through a fence, up a steep stairway to the house. As he got closer, he saw that the house was in a state of disrepair, with just a bare bulb swinging on the creaking porch.
Convinced the house was abandoned, he walked up to the door, feeling the eyes of the children on him, knowing they would not accept him turning back without having tried the door.
He rapped on the door, and hesitantly called out "Trick or treat!" To his surprise the door swung open and an old lady dressed in dirty rags, reeking of something Simon could not and did not want to identify stood in the door opening.
"Trick or treat eh?" she said in a scratchy voice. "Aren't you a little too old for that kind of childish thing, young man ?"
"Well, I ...", Simon started.
"Oh, so you're playing guardian to your family, are you ?"
"How did ..."
"I know everything, young man. I know your name. I know your desires. I even know your resentment at dragging a sack of candy instead of finding company for the night - hehehehe"
"But ..."
"Take this," the old woman said, suddenly hushing her voice, "but never share it with innocent hearts and minds - such as your charges."
She pushed a thick bar into his hand, and gave him just enough time to stuff it into his pocket.
"Away, away with you," she snapped, winking at him. "I ain't got no tricks or treats, leave an old woman alone!"
She drew herself up, her shape becoming threatening in the light of the full moon, and Simon half ran, half fell down the stairs as her laughter, sounding like nails being dragged over a blackboard, pierced the night.
---
They walked home in silence, the children understanding they had asked their big nephew to do something not allowed, and they didn't speak of it or ask any questions how, why and what had happened. All they had seen was how he had knocked, had stood there, and how the old woman had screeched, and they had cowered near the bag until Simon came flying down the street. As they walked, Simon felt the thick rectangular bar bounce in his pocket, but decided to look at it later. He didn't want any questions.
"So how did it go ?", uncle Bob asked.
"Not bad," Simon replied, rolling the big sack off his shoulder and setting it on the floor, "people were really generous his year."
"That's so nice," aunt Bella said, "and so nice of you too, to help carry the bag for the children. Why don't you take a share ?"
"That wouldn't be fair," Simon shook his head, seeing the dejected faces of the kids, "all I did was carry the bag, they collected it all."
"Well, that's really kind of you," his mother said, "and thanks for helping out -- we really appreciate it."
Yeah, Simon thoguht. Like you left me a choice in the matter.
He forced a smile. "No problem mom. Can I go now ? Maybe I can just make it to Mad Mike's party."
"When will you be home again ?" his father asked sternly.
"Probably tomorrow afternoon - and don't worry, he has a quiet room where guests can sleep."
"Just be careful," his mother said, "and don't go beyond city limits, not even for short distances! Anything can happen during Halloween."
---
He promised and excused himself, retreating to his room to change into more comfortable clothes, as well as to have a quiet look at what the old woman had pushed into his hands.
After securing his door, he slowly pulled the bar out of of his jacket and looked in wonder at the packaging.
I was a rectangular box pack, dark red, and as he turned it over he saw there was a black label covering two sides with bright red and yellow lettering on it: BLZ SUPER BUBXLGUM MEGAPACK - 144 STICKS IN 6 ULTRAWICKED FLAVORS - GARANTUEED TO PLEASURE YOU!
Turning the package another quarter, he saw some small print near the bottom of the label: WARNING: Do not mix or use two or more sticks at any one time, this may result in ext........
He tried to decipher the rest of the label, but the writing was smudged, or misprinted. In any case, it was unreadable.
He turned the cardboard pack over in his hands, mystified at the strange claim on the label and the unreadable warning before sliding it in his jacket and leaving.
---
Mad Mike's party turned out to be a washout - by the time Simon got there most had either gone home, gone "upstairs" or were passed out drunk on the sofa's and chairs, with only a few people he didn't really care for active or awake enough to acknowledge his arrival.
Simon left the party, angry at having missed the best part of it - and the best chances of getting something a lot better than a night's sleep. Swinging his leg over his light motorbike, he felt the strange pack of gum in his pocket and wondered just what was so special about it that he shouldn't have shared it, and just what those strange claims were about.
Kicking the 2-stroke engine into life, he decided he knew the perfect place to find out. Tapping the bike into first gear, he let out the clutch and quietly drove off, leaving the brightly lit streets behind.
As he pulled up to the abandoned cabin, he hesitated, then shut off his bike and pushed it in the shade next to the building.
His heart pounded in his chest, remembering the words of his mother, but technically, the building was inside of city limits - the sign was a few yards down the street, true, but it was still on the city side.
With trembling hands he pulled the cardboard pack from his pocket and reread the label in the moonlight falling through the skylight.
Carefully, he pried open one side and looked into the pack at the ends of bubblegum packs, in six different markings. He slid out one set and spread them out on a table under the moonlight to look at the labels, carefully closing the box again and setting it on the table.
There were six different colors - yellow, orange, red, pink, green and black, and each was marked with a similarly colored naked female figure of obviously exaggerated proportions.
He mulled for a moment, hesitated, then picked the pink packet from the set, putting the rest back in the box.
Breaking open the wrapper, he found a plain looking stick of hot pink colored bubblegum inside, and, not knowing what else to do, stuck it in his mouth and began chewing.
It tasted strange, rubbery with a hint of sweet fruit that he couldn't quite identify, but it chewed easily and tasted quite good.
He felt the bubblegum getting pliable in his mouth, and decided to see just what was so special about it.
He took a deep breath, pushed the gum to his lips and exhaled, expecting to blow a small, bright pink bubble. But he didn't.
Instead, the gum ballooned from his mouth, blotting out his vision, and when he managed to focus, he found himself locked to the lips of a bright pink female figure.
In panic, he pushed it away, finding the surface smooth and soft, not sticky and malleable as he expected.
He caught his breath and gazed ahead of him.
She stood about 5 feet tall, every part of her shapely body the same bright pink as the bubblegum, even including her glowing eyes. She licked her bright pink lips with her similar colored tongue, and stroked her large breasts topped by slightly darker,purplish pink nipples with her hands before sitting on the the table, shamelessly spreading her long legs wide for him, exposing her large pink mound and pussy for him and beckoning him, smiling enigmatically.
He sat there, frozen, and she slid forwards, hooking her soft and smooth legs over his shoulders, light as air, firm as flesh, sliding up further, pushing her mound in his face.
Astonished at the advances of the pink figure, Simon gingerly probed his tongue at the figure's mound and slit, tasting the same strange sweet taste as the gum, running his tongue all over her mound, feeling how she bucked her hips, thrusting her pussy in his face.
He ran his hands up her soft body, starting at her firm, round ass to her breasts, trying to cup one in each hand and coming up short.
She bucked again, and he pushed his tongue into her slit, and she gyrated her hips, feeling how her hands were on his, pushing them into her breasts, or at least trying to.
He decided to take the plunge, and put his mouth over her mound, and pushing deeper into her cunt, he drew in a deep breath and exhaled through his mouth, feeling her legs firm up, feeling her breasts grow, the mound pushing harder in his face.
He did it again, and this time, she let out a moan as her body grew firmer and larger, her legs hard up against his face, his hands losing grip on her expanding cleavage.
He exhaled again, and she let out another deep sighing moan that vibrated through both their bodies, her body now hard and firm.
"Mmmm," she said. "You're good. You're very good."
She crabbed backwards onto the table, and he gasped for breath.
Her eyes were still glowing pools of pink, but her lips and tongue were a dark shade of crimson, her insane cleavage spilling wide to either side topped by thumb size nipples riding on top of expansive deep purple aureolae, sharing their color, and between her legs her shiny smooth mound bulged up fully at attention and ready for more.
"Who ... or what .. are you ?" Simon stammered.
"You could think of me," she said, jumping off the table in one agile move which sent her breasts jostling and jiggling, "as the very best wet dream you will ever have."
She straightened out and stood a full 5 foot and a bit tall, playfully swaying her body side to side, letting her cleavage undulate in front of his eyes.
"Do you have a name ?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off her.
"You can call me Pink if you want to." she offered, "what's yours ?"
"I'm Simon."
"Well Simon, how about you take me here and now - after all, that's what my purpose in existence is. How would you like to take me ? Or am I not yet to your wishes ?"
"Well, I ... I don't know. And what do you mean, to my wishes ?"
"I will take the form of whatever the person who summons me wishes. But sometimes, I come in just a little under size. You do like big and very busty women, don't you ?"
"Well, yes, but ..."
"Then what are you waiting for ? Unless you want more of me."
"And how do I make more of you," he asked, intrigued.
"It's simple," she said with a wink and a bounce, "you blow me up."
"Is there a limit to that ?"
She laughed, "that's the last question I'll allow you before you either take me, inflate me or let me go. and no, there's no limits on how big I can get. I hope you're ready for me now, because here I come."
She jumped up and at him, launching herself forward, and he caught her, expecting to fall backwards, but instead she remained suspended in air, driving her lips onto his in a deep enveloping kiss, wrapping her arms around him, letting her body float down against his.
"Take me," she hoarsely whispered, "please take me."
"Not yet," he said, feeling the raging hardon in his pants, "I want more of you."
"All of me ?"
"All of you. And especially your lovely boobs."
"My boobs aren't lovely," she countered, smiling, "They're nasty, hard and exciting."
"Are they," he said, "well, let's see about that then."
He put his hands under her buttocks and lifted her snatch to his face, already preparing to exhale in her throbbing, hot pink cunt.
"No need for that," she said, "just watch."
She clamped her legs around his waist, feeling how he slipped his hands under her buttocks and dug in his fingers, smiling in approval.
"Now here's the deal," she said, "if you call stop, I stop. If I lose sight of you, I stop. If I reach an obstacle like a wall, I stop. Got it ?"
"Got it," he said, pulling her large snatch closer to his face, feeling her large pink legs around him.
She let out a shallow sigh and a small moan, and he felt the grip of her legs constrict him, pushing him harder against her crotch.
Then she started sucking in breath, and he felt her legs build and bulk up around him, saw how her cleavage rose, and rose faster, while her mound swelled up just in front of him, and he lost his grip on her slippery soft backside, and she kept sucking in breath until her breasts towered well over 3 feet high. He called stop.
She let go of him, and he crawled over her body, almost twice his size, apart from her vastly inflated boobs, which were far, far larger, until he was lying between the two gigantic pink mountains, which she obligingly squished together, enveloping him and they managed a tentative kiss despite the size difference.
"Will you take me now ?" she pleaded.
"If I still can," he said, "I think I overdid it a little. How do you want it ?"
"Wrong question," she said, "you take me the way you want, I'm at your service. I like it all - oral, anal, vaginal, you name it, I'll milk the last drop from your balls. So drop those pants, pick a hole and fuck me."
"I like it when you talk dirty," he said while disrobing.
"Oh you do," she said, "well then stud, come here and screw little Pink's hole until she begs for mercy - pound me until my tits and ass are sore, and my cunt raw from the thrusts, then give me more," she said, her eyes flaring brighter as he brought out his hardon.
He stepped between her legs and rubbed her giant mound in front of him, and in response her cunt tightened up enough for him to push between her big nether lips. "Oh yes, give it to little Pink," she crooned, wrapping her giant legs around him, squashing him against her crotch as he thrust at her pulsing, throbbing sex, her body beginning to undulate as she matched his movements, pushing her arms into her giant boobs, pushing them towards him, making him grab at her foot long, four inch thick nipples, piling her cleavage at him, bucking harder and harder, her body getting softer and more malleable, and as he shot his load inside of her, she let out a long sigh that softened her body, followed by another, letting her breasts sink in on herself, before it was replaced by the steady hiss of air escaping as she slowly deflated and shrank, leaving an empty behind in his hands.
He picked it off him and laid it out on the table, then got dressed, and as he turned to pick it up, he saw how it vanished in a puff of smoke that smelled of sulphur.
He suddenly very much longed for the next time, and knew he had 143 such very wild experiences left.
Or less, if he threw caution to the wind.
---
Two weeks later he felt confident and willing enough to have another go at it, unable to shake Pink's fantastic dimensions from his mind and his dreams, his imagination running wild with what pleasures and kinks the other colors might provide.
He had a pretty good idea what he wanted to do, and knew it was going to take a lot of space - and require a quick getaway if it all went wrong.
The colors he wanted to use had already been set in his mind - green, and black. Green and black. He was going to ignore the warning on the package and use two sticks - and worse, mix them.
The sticks felt thick in his pocket, the box being hidden behind a loose board in his room. 141 experiences left, he mused. And a double dose planned for today, in green and black.
His chosen destination was an old service staton on a forgotten road out of town, about 30 miles down the road.
It had everything he needed, and wanted, for this tryst; privacy, a decent enclosed space, and a working air compressor he had plans for.
He opened up the throttle, riding down the abandoned highway towards the dot in the distance, the two sticks of gum heavy in his pocket.
Simon shivered, rubbing his hands warm.
He ran over his preparations once more, his heart racing in his chest.
"No fear," he mumbled to himself, rubbing his hands warm, patting the pocket with the gum sticks, "no fear."
He checked the floor was swept clean, the compressor was popping away, the air lines were laid out, his bike was ready to roll at a moment's notice, checked his exit routes, then considered his plan again.
Finally, he pulled both sticks of gum from his pocket and laid them out on the table in front of him, and carefully unwrapped them both, first the green one, which was a bright, fresh green, like a blade of grass.
The black one was pure black - so black, it almost seemed to absorb the light around it to make it look even more black than possible.
Determined, he picked up both sticks, folded them together, then kneaded them into a single greenish-black double stick and closing his eyes, he popped it in his mouth and worked it between his jaws.
The first hit of taste almost made him spit it out, an explosive assault on his taste buds, but it died away, and soon he felt the gum reach the rubbery texture he wanted.
Rolling it over once more with his tongue, and with his heart pounding in his chest, he pushed the gum behind his lips and blew out the bubble.
It rapidly grew into a woman's shape, locked in the same intimate kiss as with Pink, but as he pushed off for the first look, he saw that she was different - not just the color, a dusky green, but her curves were wider, more bold, but also much firmer.
The shape bounded at him, and he caught her in the same position as Pink, his head between her legs, hands on her buttocks, only her legs felt so much more solid, but also pliable, her ass was tighter, and after he exhaled three times between her legs, feeling the figure swell and get stronger with each breath, hearing a reassurung grunt, he set her down.
She stood a little taller than him, and he looked her over from the top of her bare head, over her dark green face with jet black lips, openly ogling at her full breasts, each capped with a fierce-looking bulging black tip, down her flat abdomen into the deep canyon, to her trim legs.
The female figure slowly opened her deep green eyes, their color a deep glowing emerald, and pulled her black lips into a smile.
"Wanna fuck me," she asked, voice deep and sibilant, "if you think you got what it takes to handle what I have here ?"
"Oh, I'd love to fuck you," he replied, "but I would so much like more of that delicious body."
She smiled, licking her lips with her black tongue, making a strange rubber-on-rubber sound as she did so.
"So you want more of me, do you ?"
"Oh yeah."
She stepped at him and jammed her ample cleavage in his chest, and he felt how her stiff nipples poked in his skin through his clothing
"And just," she said, rubbing her body against his, "how much more of me did you want ?"
"A heck of a lot more," he said smiling, wrapping an arm around her, squeezing her ass, "but can you give it to me ?"
In response, she grunted and inhaled briefly, instantly adding a foot to her height and doubling her breast size.
"Is that all," he teased, amazed and frightened how fast she could grow.
She grabbed him in a bear hug, and inhaled again, her breasts shooting outwards as she grew larger, reaching 10 feet in seconds.
"Wow," he said, now truly impressed.
"This is nothing," she boasted. "Now, are you going to take me like this or did you want more ?"
"I'll take you," he said, "anally even, after I see how you look with bigger nipples."
"How much bigger ?"
"Four times ?"
"Is that all," she sneered.
"Well, go on then, show me what you have," he said.
Aloof, she drew breath again, her nipples straining atop her breasts, extending and swelling until they were half the size of her boobs.
"That enough" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he said, eyes wide with amazement.
"Then take me," she hissed.
"Not yet," he said.
"Take me," she growled, her eyes flaring.
"Not yet. Grow your clit."
"TAKE ME!" she snarled.
"Grow your clit and I'll take you," he snapped.
She cursed in a language he didn't understand and sucked in air, and a small shaft grew from between her legs.
"There, done." She said.
"Bigger," he taunted.
Cursing, she grunted and the shaft grew larger, until it was as large as her overinflated nipples, when he called a stop.
"Now take me," she growled.
"Sure," he said, "come on down and I'll take you."
She sat down and bent forwards, her balloon-like breasts splayed to either side of her, presenting her large butt at him.
He mounted her, pushing his dick between her huge dark ass-cheeks and began pounding her, but insead of growing softer, she grew harder, and harder, heard and felt her suck in breath, her ass expanding around him.
She groaned, and sucked again, and he saw her soft balloon breasts rising up and outwards as he approached his climax, felt how her vast body grew even more taut and tight as she squeezed his dick, heard how she snorted air, feeling her legs expand beneath him.
Finally, he blew his load and he heard her laughing harshly.
"What's so funny," he asked.
"You being so stupid," she said.
"What do you mean ?"
She laughed again, then sucked in a giant storm of air, breaching the roof of the building, rising to a full 20 feet tall.
"You are such a stupid little man," she said laughing.
"W-what do you mean ?"
"I am whole. I am not a part. I am not your sextoy anymore. I am."
He looked confused as she drew in another huge storm of air, her body expanding at a rapid rate, 30 feet, 40, 50, 70, 100, 200, 300 feet.
Her breasts and nipples had distended proportionally, casting a huge shadow in the night sky as she sucked in another breath, growing taller and taller by the second, reaching 500 feet, her laughter a booming sound.
She bent down, her eyes brightly lighting him in the rubble of the building and she spoke in a deep, soft whisper.
"I am your goddess. All will fall before me. You see, one stick doesn't have the energy to bind me to your world permanently. And my only release back to my world is your satisfaction. But two - or more - sticks allow me to exist here indefinitely. You were foolish to try, little man."
He stood his ground, gazing into the huge pools of emerald light mocking him - he wanted to run away, but he was mesmerized by her voice and form.
"So," he asked, "what do you intend to do ?", while he looked for a viable exit out of his situation.
"Now I must rest," she whispered, her voice a storm, "but come morning, I shall gain strength. I will become flesh and blood - not this big sadly, and also in the accursed form you left me in, you little fuck, but in time I will have the strength to alter that, and to open the gates between your world and mine - and then I win. Then it will be me fucking you in any form I wish to see you in."
"I don't think so, you big sack of hot air," a scratchy voice cackled.
"Even you can't stop me now," the huge form boasted.
"Oh yes I can," the old woman in rags said, and a deep blue and purple bolt of lightning flew from her fingertips and crackled around the large shape, and even as she hurled curse upon curse, she shrank down until she was the same size and shape se had been after the third breath.
"And you, young man," the old woman said sternly, "you should learn to heed warnings better! Let this be a lesson to you."
He timidly nodded.
"What're you going to do with her," he asked.
The old woman cackled, revealing a mouth with only a few teeth.
"Well, I was planning to just cast her back to the Nine Circles. Why ?"
"Is there any way, too ... too ..."
"Render her harmless ? No. Fucking around with unbound succubae isn't good for your health, kiddo."
"Well, perhaps then ..."
The old woman cackled.
"You horny little devil!" she said, "I'll see what I can do. Go now!"
He picked up his bike from beside the ruined building and rode off, even as he heard the witch's screeching voice in the night air followed by a bang.
---
Simon didn't hear anything from the witch, and when he rode up the road they'd walked with Halloween, where he swore the house was was an empty, wooded lot instead.
He forgot all about it until on the 21st of December he was walking through town when a bedraggled woman pushed a bag in his hands.
"Merry Solstice, mr. Simon," she whispered, and vanished in the crowd.
A green and black box was inside, and immediately, Simon knew what it was.
He was going to have some very big fun from tonight onwards - without the need to blow any of his BLZ bubblegum.