Pumpkin Pressure

Pumpkin Pressure.

Greta narrowed her eyes. “I have to do what?”

Harold laughed. “We are all putting out jack-o-lanterns for Halloween.”

She put her hands on her hips and snorted. “I am not doing any such thing. You already know, I think this is nothing but a stupid holiday!”

He narrowed his green eyes. “Yes. You have told us that every year. But we really think you should get into the season this year, Greta.”

“Why? We don’t even have anyone that trick or treats around here. What is the point?” She slammed her foot on the ground. “There is no bloody point, Harold!”

He laughed. “The point is to have fun. That is what this holiday is about. Having fun.”

“I am not wasting a bunch of money on some stupid—”

He sighed. “Well, I guess you can have your opinions about Halloween, but we as a neighborhood are committed to celebrating it.” He turned around. “And we will not let you stop us from doing that again.”

“What? How can I stop you?” He walked down the small path on her lawn. “Hey.” She stepped out of her door. “Herold, what are you talking about?”

He shrugged as he reached the sidewalk. “I guess you will have to wait and see.” He smiled at her. “But all I will say is we are tired of your laziness on the matter.”

He waved at her before walking away.

Greta snorted. “Lazy?” She turned around. “I don’t have to take part in this holiday. Who do they think they are forcing me into this. Ugh!” She slammed the door behind her. “The only good part of this time of year is the horror films and food. Speaking of which, I think I am going to order myself some candy and stuffing before curling up to a good movie.” She smiled as she entered the next room and powered up her laptop. “Well, let’s see here. I think—”

She arched her eyebrow in frustration as she heard scrapping at her front door. “What the hell?” She stood up. “I bet it’s those kids from Terryview again. My neighbors gave them my address as a way to get me to get into the Halloween spirit. I swear if they screw up my house one more year!” She opened her door. “Now scram, you bra. . .” She looked down at her doorstep. “Huh?”

She expected to see her lawn, or the side of her house defamed, but instead, she saw a lone pumpkin. Greta narrowed her eyes. “Very funny.” She picked up the small orange ball. “I see now. You are going to decorate my house for me. But you all forgot one thing. This thing isn’t even carved.” She snorted. “You people don’t even know how to get the Halloween thing right yourselves.” She rolled her eyes before tossing the pumpkin into the garbage. “Idiots.”

As Greta walked back into the house, she was shocked to realize another pumpkin was sitting on her counter. “What the hell?” She rushed forward. “How did this get in here?” She narrowed her eyes. “Seriously, who the hell is skulking around my house?” She raised her voice. “Devin, if I find you in here, I am going to smash your face in. This is going too far.” She could hear something moving outside as she tossed the gourd into the trash.

“What the hell?” Greta rushed outside and was greeted by jack-o-lanterns, spooky skeletons, and a black cat figure on her mailbox. “Ughh.” She quickly tore everything down. “What is wrong with you people. I said I don’t want any part of this!” She picked up one of the jack-o-lanterns. “Why can’t you all leave me alone!”

Greta tossed the pumpkin into the street, hitting a woman in a witch outfit. “Oh fuck.

I am so sorry.” The lady shrieked. “Oh crap.” She laughed defensively as the lady walked up to her. “Umm, I am sorry about the costume. If there is anything I can do.”

“Costume?” The woman gave an unsettling laugh. “You think this is a costume.” Greta gulped as she noticed the woman’s wrinkled face. “Young lady, who do you think I am?”

“Umm. One of my pesky neighbors?”

The woman laughed again. “No. Of course not. I am a witch!”

Greta was the one to laugh this time. “Ya right. You would have to be pretty bonkers to believe you were a real-life witch.” She gulped as her lips were suddenly zipped tight.

“Oh, hush now. You are already in enough trouble with throwing that gourd at me. Do you really want to make things worse by doubting me?” The witch paced back and forth, rubbing her bumpy chin. “Now then. What to do with you?” She narrowed her eyes, noticing the shadowy figures trying to decorate Greta’s house. “Hmm, who are they?” The witch unzipped Greta’s lips.

Greta rubbed her fingers over her mouth. “My stupid neighbors. They are trying to force me to celebrate Halloween.”

The witch narrowed her eyes. “Well then. Is that why you decided to assault me with that pumpkin?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say—” She ran her hands over her mouth as her lips were sealed once more.

“I think I get the picture. A grown woman who thinks Halloween is a joke.” The witch crackled with laughter. “Well, we can’t have that.” She looked at Greta, a big grin forming on her face. “I think I know just what to do with you now.” Her long yellow nails dragged along Greta’s chest. “Now go back into your home and enjoy the night. Your neighbors won’t bother you anymore.”

Greta’s eyes widened. Was the witch really taking her side?

“And to make sure here is a little magic to help.” The strange woman threw some dust over Greta. “Now, enjoy your night.” She laughed as she walked away. “Enjoy your night.”

Once the witch was out of sight, Greta’s lips became her own again. “Ugh.”

She shook her head. “That was strange.” She turned around and slowly walked to her home. “But I hope whatever she did will actually work. I want one year where I can have this night to be one of peace.” She sighed. “Huh. It does look like my neighbors are not trying to decorate my house at the moment so that is something.”

Greta opened her door and walked inside. “Maybe I can finally have a chance to order that food and curl up with a good horror flick.” She smiled. “I can’t wait!”

Greta slumped down on the couch, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Ughh. Maybe I should take a moment to rest instead.” She stretched her arms. “I. . .” She yawned. “I just need a small nap.”

Before she knew it, she found herself fast asleep.

***

Her dreams were strange. Pumpkins danced about her before tying her down with ropes.

They then seemed to infuse her with pumpkin juice before she woke up with a start. “Ahhh!” Sweat beat down her neck. “What a strange dream. What time is it?” She looked at the digital clock by the couch. “I was only asleep for fifteen minutes? But I felt like I was out for hours.” She laid back. “What the hell was that? Okay, I need to start that movie. But first, I need something to drink.”

As she stood up, she could feel something was off. Her chest was much heavier than before. As she looked down, Great cried out. “Oh my god!” She stumbled about, having to grab onto the coffee table for balance. “My breasts! They almost doubled in size while I was out!”

Greta ran her hands through her hair. “This is insane! I must be hallucinating. Yes! That is the only rational explanation.” She gulped as she watched her boobs jiggle about.

“I am very much hallucinating right now.”

Gurrgle.  She groaned and grabbed her belly. “Ughh. Why do I feel as if I ate three entire pizzas?” Gurrggle. “Fuck!” She walked into the next room. “Just what is going on here?” She scratched at her ass. “Is it me, or did my pants become tight, too?” Greta shook her head. “No, that shouldn’t be. I specifically wore these pants so when I ordered that stuffing later, I could pig out. Ughhh.” She looked down. “Ughh this isn’t possible.” She gasped as she realized her butt and hips were much curvier than they were before. “Just what happened when I was out!”

She sat down in a wooden chair, the frame creaking under her weight. “Okay, maybe I am still dreaming. I should pinch myself to find out. Owwww!” She rubbed her arm. “Okay, not a dream. But why would. . .” Her eyes widened. “That witch! That fucking witch. She did this. She. . .” Greta paused. “But why would a witch who is pissed about me throwing a pumpkin at her put a spell like this on me? It doesn’t make sense. If I were a witch, I would curse someone, not give them a bigger ass and boobs.”

Gurrgle. “Ughh. Unless her intent was also to make me sick.” She stood up. “Everything is so tight. I think I need to get out of this blouse.” She moaned as her shirt tightened. “Fuck!”

Greta made her way into her bedroom. “Ugh, why do I feel so full?” She scratched at her side. “I. . .” She moaned as she stumbled across the room, her body slowly heating up. “I feel so very weird. If I see that witch again, I think I will. I will. . .” She walked into the bathroom, her boobs bouncing against one another as her ass swayed back and forth. “Phew.” She took a moment. “I need to get this blouse undone.”

Greta looked into the mirror and gasped. “Oh my god!” She took a few steps back, knocking a bottle of perfume onto the ground. “My face. My skin. Everything is orange!” She ran her hands along her chin. “How did this happen? How. . .” She bent over. “Ugh, the pressure inside my chest is getting worse. If I don’t get this thing off now. I. . .I. . .”

Greta’s eyes widened as she realized her belly was swelling. “What is happening. . .” She closed her eyes. “I. . . I. . .” She shook her head. “I need to get outside!”

She had a new and strange urge bubbling inside of her. As her hips widened, she had a sudden sense that she needed to be outside, even if she didn’t fully understand it herself. The urge gnawed at Greta, even to the point of forcing her to move despite the strange changes wracking her body. Gone was her concern about getting her tightening shirt off her body. Now, she was fighting with herself to try and stay in her house.

“Ughh.” She stumbled about her bedroom. “I can’t go outside.” Her pants slid down her body as her orange ass continued to swell. “I need to. . . stop myself.” A button snapped off her blouse as her waistline expanded. “But if I don’t get outside, how will I be an effective jack-o-lantern. Ughhh.”

Greta blinked her eyes. She couldn’t believe the words had just come out of her mouth.

Her shock made it easy for her to stumble out of the bedroom and into the hallway, squeezing her way through the tight corridors despite her swelling frame. “What did I just say?” She moaned as her clothing became tighter and tighter. “I can’t be. . .” She moaned as her breasts were squeezed by her bra. “Fuck these clothes.” She ripped her pants apart, revealing her swollen pumpkin legs underneath. “I can’t take this anymore.” She fought with the buttons on her blouse before finally tearing them off. “There, I can breathe.” Her boobs giggled about, despite her bra struggling to contain them.

“I can’t get this damn bra off though.” She tried to turn around, but she was just too massive now. “Ughh, if I am really turning into a giant pumpkin, what am I going to do?” She moaned as her waistline almost touched the sides of the corridor. “Go out and sit on the porch for everyone to see. Be the massive the jack-o-lantern you are meant to be for the night.” She shook her head. “Ugh, those aren’t my words. Why am I feeling this way?”

The pumpkin desire within her was becoming stronger by the minute. She shuddered as her ass began to envelop her legs. “Ugh, I. . . I need to get outside before I can’t walk. I. . .” She moaned. “I can’t fight this! Why did I throw a pumpkin at that witch?”

Greta waddled towards the door. “Almost there.” She moaned. “Ugh, I just. . .” The sides of her body were beginning to curve like a pumpkin as small ridges formed on her body. “I hope I can squeeze through.” She groaned as she tried to fit through the doorway. “So tight. But I have to. I. . .”

She suddenly popped through, rolling onto the grass. “Ahhhh!” She tried to get up, but she was just too massive. “Crap!” She waved her arms about as her bra ripped apart. “What am I going to do now?” A strange sense of peace washed over her. “Maybe I. . .” She sighed as her breasts slowly pushed her upright. “I think I could get used to this.”

Greta’s body slowly took on a spherical shape, her limbs shrinking into her body. “I don’t know why I was so upset before. This feels very nice. Now, if I can just have someone roll me upright.” She smiled. “I don’t think I should be on my side though. I can’t be a nice big Halloween pumpkin that way.” She could feel the massive grin forming on her chest, a toothy smile being carved into her round belly. “I mean, people have to see me right? Ughh.”

She moaned as massive wide eyes formed on her big round breasts. “Oh fuck.

Oh god!” She licked her lips as her head slowly sank into herself, her head just barley visible beyond the curvature of her body. “I think I will be the best decoration on the block. I was never one for it, but now I think I will top everyone this year.” She giggled. “They will be so jealous.”

She sighed. “Now, if I could only be rolled upward for all to see.” Greta closed her eyes. “This is the best Halloween ever!”

***

Harold crept up to Greta’s house, another pumpkin in his hand. “I am pretty sure she has gone to sleep by now.”

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Relax Terry. Remember, we are doing this because we want a respectable neighborhood.”

Terry gasped. “Harold. Look.” She pointed at the massive pumpkin in the middle of Greta’s lawn. “Where did that come from?”

He walked up to it. “I don’t know? Maybe someone else put it there?”

She joined him in front of the strange-looking pumpkin. “It is huge. Like it is bigger than you or me.” She scratched at her grey hair. “But someone didn’t put it upright.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look here.” She pointed at the row of teeth. “You can clearly see this thing is carved and yet the carving is facing downward. Help me turn it upright.”

“You have to be kidding.” He set his gourd on the ground. “That would take a herculean effort.”

“Just do it!” She put her hands on the massive orange sphere. “Are you saying you aren’t man enough?”

Herold snorted. “What?” He walked up to the pumpkin and slammed his hands against it. “Of course, I am. Just you watch how manly I am!” He blinked his eyes. “Did this thing moan?”

She laughed. “I think that was your imagination. Now push!” They groaned as they rolled the massive pumpkin upright. Then, as they took a few steps back, Terry gasped. “Well, that is a very. . . umm.”

Herold laughed. “If you mean it looks a lot like Greta. . .”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“Oh, hello there. Thank you for rolling me upright.” The massive pumpkin smiled at them. “Happy Halloween.”

Terry and Harold looked at each other. “I am getting out of here.”

Harold nodded his head. “Right behind you!”