Love The Costume! (Halloween '23)

Summary: a witch thinks she’s spiking the punch at a Halloween party with booze, but she accidentally tipples a potion of transformation into the bowl. everybody at the small party drunkenly transforms into whatever they’re dressed up as, including the woman dressed as Elastigirl and her crush/date, dressed as another super powered being. steaminess and power perversion ensue.

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Mary was feeling a little hot under her collar. She was in the middle of a rather revelatory conversation with her roommate Bob. This was supposed to be a fun, relaxing way to unwind, getting invited to a big Halloween party, but freakin' Bob had to Bob it all up again.

"Jesus Christ what were you thinking, Bob..." Mary massaged her eyebrows. "They're never gonna invite us to anything ever again."

"No no no, you don't understand, it's gonna be hilarious!" Bob waved his hands, his giant stupid-looking avocado costume bouncing with his movements. "I got into the ipepac, so in a bit all these people are gonna be barfin' their guts out!"

"BUT WE DRANK THE PUNCH TOO, DIPSHIT!" Mary buried her hands into her face.

"That's the genius strat! No one will suspect us if we're also barfin' our guts out!" Bob smirked. "It's foolproof!"

"Idiot... holy shit..." She was feeling a little hot under the collar.

"I'm the idiot? Uh, I think you're the idiot, just keepin' that stuff in the fridge!" Bob folded his arms. "You were just keeping that shit in the fridge, s'where I got the whole idea from."

"Noooo, no no no, that bottle wasn't filled with drugs, it was a magic transformation elixir..." Mary tugged at her long black bangs.

"...Really?" Bob blinked. "I knew you were a witch the other 364 days of the year, but seems kinda boring to go as one for Halloween too-"

"I WAS GOING AS THE MEME DOG!"

FWOOSH! Mary clenched her fists as her shoulders flared up. She was covered in flames that covered her entire torso, though she didn't seem bothered by being literally on fire, apart from the smoke and heat... and the sweating, though that could've been guilt by association. Curiously, there was a cartoon speech bubble floating near her head, reading "This is fine." No strings, it kinda just... floated there.

"Whoahoa, easy!" Bob reached for a chip and dipped it into his own costume. "Your own fault for keeping something like that in the fridge.

"It was a decoy..." She murmured.

"I figured you were keeping your evil potions in the vial with the skull and crossbones." Bob shrugged.

"Nooooo, that's where the ketchup is being kept." She glanced aside, smouldering as her shoulders crackled.

"...What's in the ketchup bottle then?" Bob blinked.

"The ipepac." She shrugged.

"...Really? I thought I was just allergic to tomatoes." Bob paused, then shrugged. He dipped another chip into his costume, which resembled an avocado pit full of delicious guac. "Eyo, you gotta try this shit, s'fresh."

"..." Mary's eyes narrowed. She took a chip and tried some of Bob's body guac.

"...S'pretty good..." She mumbled, and reached for another chip. "Sit still you idiot."

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While there were murmurings across the rest of the house as the magic tonic's effects began to spread from one person to another, at least two ladies arrived way ahead of everyone else when it came to debauchery and debasement. The host of the shindig figured something was up, judging from the telltale sounds of bed springs creaking in the upstairs guest bedroom.

Too wrapped up in stopping rowdy fratboys from tearing up her dorm, the host, unaware that she had transformed into a floating, slightly translucent, sexy version of the Hatbox Ghost, floated across the house, skipping the stairs and through floors and doorways to check on the strange room. She scowled, hugging her buxom judgingly as she listened. There was a conspicuous lump under the sheets, stirring. The sound of two young women, shushing and giggling manically, wasn't lost on her.

But when she removed the blanket... there was nothing there? The ghost host might've thought it strange, but when she waved her hand over the mattress, she didn't feel anything. She might've felt something if she had a corporeal form.

She scowled, her head tilting in her lil hatbox, as she drifted out of the room, phasing through the closed door without leaving a trace. There was a pause, before two voices began to cackle with laughter.

"OMIGOSH SHE DIDN'T SEE US!" One voice laughed.

"WE'RE FUCKIN' INVINCIBLE! Uhhh, invisible." The other slurred.

The light seemed to shimmer on top of the bed and warp, the occupants of the bed revealing themselves. A humanoid figure materialized seemingly from thin air. A woman who arrived in a Queen Chameleon costume had found herself becoming the shapely superheroine, taking on the reptilian attributes of the woman; her bottom-heavy, busty form hunted over the bed, allowing her tail to swing into the air, the tip relaxing and curling. And underneath her...

A flattened visage of a person, her drunken smile exaggerated on account of being stretched wider than ever. This woman came dressed as Elastigirl, though she didn't bother cutting her hair shorter to fully commit to the bit; instead, her long blonde hair splayed across the covers in messy strands.

"Babe, I can't move..." Elastigirl chuckled, her legs coiling up and down helplessly, her sole brushing against Queen Chameleon's thigh. "Your ass is too fat, you're pinning me down..."

"Ohhhh no no no, can't have thaaaaat..." Queen Chameleon slurred, her bulbous tongue lolling a good foot from her mouth. She licked her lips before it zipped back into her mouth. Her sticky fingertips pressed against Elastigirl's stripped down, nude form as she bent over, lowering her lips...

Elastigirl's eyes widened slightly as her girlfriend, pursing her lips, crawled down her body. She expected a kiss.

"Babe? Where ya goin'? My lips are heeeEOOOOH!!"

Elastigirl quickly realized what was going on, as Queen Chameleon's lips pressed against her vulva; her clit twitched as her reptilian lover puffed her puffed-up sex. Elasticgirl could feel air pushing up through her core, bubbles flowing through to her extremities as her coiling limbs twitched excitedly; her limp arms rose up, wrapping around Queen Chameleon's smooth, scaled body. Elastigirl felt lighter than air. The air pumped up her curves, Elastigirl sitting upright as she spread her legs, noodling and spooling to the floor.

"Oh my fff...." Elastigirl bit her lip, her snaking arms bonelessly creeping up her torso, spaghetti fingers clasping around her inflating chest. She shuddered as her touch brushed against her sensitive nippled, her palms cupping her breasts as they pumped up slowly but surely, from A cups, B cups, C cups...

Fwoooooo... Elastigirl crooned as Queen Chameleon filled her with a powerful push of air that pushed Elastigirl's fat, glossy tits to bulging F-cups in an instant. Her neck creaked as it elongated ever so slightly, her eyes fluttering with arousal. She stirred, touching her inflated curves, her lips pursed and needy.

She opened her eyes, expecting to see her girlfriend's lustful expression, only to see... nothing. She blinked, turning her head from side to side. She felt her presence nearby; even though she had turned into a superhuman resembling a cold-blooded reptile, she radiated body heat still...

"Looking for me?"

Elastigirl tensed up as an invisible force pressed down on her side. She cried in surprise, and then ecstasy, as a camouflaged Chameleon Queen nibbled at her neck, her sticky-tipped fingers exploring the elastic superheroine's curves. The reptilian girl clung possessively, an unseen tail slithering closer towards the crossroads of Elastigirl's spreading legs.

"UWAH!~" Elastigirl screamed with delight, all four of her limbs spilling off in disparate directions as the tip of Queen Chameleon's tail, curled to a bulbous end, pressed at her quivering vulva. It massaged, exploring Elastigirl's body carefully and, with eerily surgical precision, twisted around Elastigirl's clit, tugging at it like a rubber band; Elastigirl's spine twisted into a sine curve as she writhed, her still-extending, ropey limbs flailing across the floor and clambering up the wall.

"What is tha-ha-haaaaaat, how are you doing thaaAAAAAAA!~~"

To the chameleon girl's delight, Elastigirl was definitely a screamer and, contrary to her costume's portrayal in the movies, fell apart at the slightest touch. Her skin was hot and flushed, yielding easily to her lover's touch as if her whole body was a memory foam mattress. Despite her ghostly invisibility, Queen Chameleon's hands, breasts, and lips left concave impressions all over Elastigirl's body.

Elastigirl grit her teeth through a sneer as, through the sex-fogged haze that addled her tipsy mind, an idea materialized. Not stopping to retract her arm, it crossed over the bed; flopping onto the bed sheets, it slithered up to her gaping wide womanhood, fingers tensing as they crept towards the impression that her girlfriend's scaly tail was leaving on her tactile pussy.

A furtive pinch, then a cautious squeeze... it felt right. Elastigirl didn't hesitate, her arm twisting up the length of Queen Chameleon's tail, creeping up her arched back, until a single pointed finger prodded gently, but forcefully, right between the shoulderblades of the reptile girl.

"Guh!" She gasped, her breath shuddering, body quivering, voice husky with arousal. Elastigirl licked her lips. Recognizing this as a window to not only wriggle out of Queen Chameleon's grasp, but to make a move of her own, her own body folded upright. The room, swamped with ropey, boneless limbs (all lined with goosebumps), Elastigirl allowed herself to loom over Queen Chameleon as she shimmered back into sight, her long tongue lolling.

"Remembered a freak like you came with an off button~" Elastigirl taunted, before swooping closer. All at once, her arms zipped around her girlfriend's nude body, holding her close as they looped around, weaving in and out, holding her close as their heads pressed together.

Their crotches connected as Elastigirl pulled her closer; her pussy, flexing like a second mouth, seemed to rub against Queen's.

Once Elastigirl had her toy snared in several layers of her own overstretched body, her hand brushed through Queen's black hair, stroking her cheek, pressing down on her pointed chin. Elastigirl fluttered her eyelashes.

"I hope that tongue you got there isn't just for show~" Elastigirl smiled, before leaning in closer; it was her turn to caress Queen, feeling her smooth, hard, flexible scales. The deeper she went, the more Queen seemed to lean in, her hazy eyes focusing as she opened her mouth.

A giant pink tongue slipped between the both of them, slithering between both of their emphasized cleavage. The two girls teased each other as they rubbed against one another; as Elastigirl stretched her fingers to better grasp Queen's fat tits, her chameleon tongue looped around one of Elastigirl's inflated breasts in turn, twisting around her erect nipples, before slipping further and deeper between Elastigirl's thighs.

"Yuh ast oood, aaaaaaaaaay~" Queen Chameleon slurred something, her entire body jostled as she hiccuped.

"Can't understand a goddamn word you're saying, babe." Elastigirl murmured. "Just let your tongue do the talking..."

Their sexual union, enhanced by the buzz from the drinks they had, fueled their depraved forays. They might've continued well into the night, but as they groped each other, pressed into each other, flexed and bonded at the waist, they were getting more ideas with things they could use back home.

And it was getting a little weird to be using a stranger's guest bedroom as a fuckhouse; Queen had already tilted a framed photo of some dead grandma down so she wasn't watching, but as they continued to fuck each other into relative sobriety, clearer minds channeled threads for more fucked up shit to do at home...

"Hey babe..." Elastigirl slurred, her body visibly fatigued and sagging.

"Yeah?" Queen Chameleon sprawled backwards, massaging the base of her tail.

"Wanna see me stick an entire beer keg up my cootch?" She chuckled, wearing a warped smile that stretched her cheeks.

"Fuck yeah." Queen staggered to her feet, unpeeling herself from the bedsheets.

In the midst of their sexual reverie, the party seemed to have petered out a while ago, on account of bigger issues coming to the fore. The following morning, there'd be sights of dinosaurs in the streets, little green aliens whisking tiny men away by the waste, and in one case, a man dressed as a magnet, seemingly stuck to throngs upon throngs of hot babes.

Hopefully the spell would wear off before too long... until then, at least one young couple, taking on the guises of their superheroine alter-egos, were definitely going to ride this train for all it was worth.