This is the story I wanted to upload for Halloween, and it's a LITTLE too late XD

I'm still glad I finished it QwQ because I finally had the time to write again :3


"The spirit of Halloween is very complicated and capricious, but mainly everyone should receive a treat, and leaving a plate of candy out is a huge vote of confidence. You wouldn't want to break that confidence, would you?"

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“Please, take ONE”
by Bynnie-Jackalope
It was Halloween night, and at one of the houses in the neighborhood, a middle-aged gray
wolf opened the door to hand out candy. Dressed in a slightly tight-fitting queen's costume,
she was expecting to receive the little candy-eating monsters, or, for short, children. But
instead, she ran into three costumed teenagers, who held up their bags and chanted in a
somewhat animated tone:
"Trick or treat!"
"Trick or treat"
"Trick or treat~"
The wolf raised an eyebrow, surprised, but quickly softened, knowing she wouldn't spoil
the kids' fun. She smiled warmly and dropped a piece of candy into each of their bags.
"Nice costumes, kids..." she said kindly. The trio thanked her and continued walking down
the street, away from the wolf. Rob, a blue-furred rabbit with long plastic fangs and a black
cape that kept getting caught on his feet, looked at his bag and shook it, making the few
candies at the bottom rattle.
"It's not turning out to be a good night for trick-or-treating," he grumbled, his ears
drooping.
Beside him, Tif, a fox dressed as a fairy with tiny sparkly wings and a corset with a
neckline a bit too revealing for the occasion, gave a soft laugh.
"Oh, Rob… That's normal. Most people are nice and give us one, but they're saving the rest
for the little kids," she explained, waving her toy wand. "Nobody wants to run out early and
end up disappointing the children." Jack, a yellow Labrador, yawned as he walked around
in his cartoonish hooded pajamas, a last-minute, effortless costume. He shrugged, looking
lazy. “Well, we’ve been wandering around the neighborhood for a while now, and my feet
are killing me… Why don’t we check out a couple more houses, and if it’s still the same,
we’ll head out?”
The other two looked at each other, sighed, and finally nodded. It wasn’t what they’d
expected from the night, but the hope of a satisfying haul was still alive as they walked,
hoping someone would give them more than just a piece of candy.
The neighborhood was quiet, but the next house looked like something out of a horror
movie and an amusement park at the same time. The yard was full of gravestones and
skeletons trying to escape, cobwebs teeming with spiders, and faint growls and wails from
beyond the grave.
“Impressive… Looks like we’ve found a real Halloween enthusiast,” said Jack, taking a
step forward with his ears perked up, more animated than he’d been all night.
In front of the door, a gigantic plate overflowed with candy of every color and flavor, with a
spotlight directly above it that made it sparkle like a treasure. As they approached, a deep,
distorted voice boomed from a hidden speaker:
"Just take… ONE!
MUAHAHAHA!"
Right below, a handwritten sign read in large letters: 'Just one treat please ^w^, Thanks.
Tif tilted her head, amused, and grabbed a shiny chocolate from the pile. Rob chose his
favorite, and with a satisfied smile, they both turned to head to the next house. This was a
pleasant surprise that brightened their evening.
"Screw it…" muttered Jack.
Then the Labrador plunged a hand into the plate and began filling his plastic bag with
handfuls of candy.
"What are you doing?!" squealed Tif, her ears perking up in indignation.
"Exactly, didn't you hear what he said? Just take one!" added Rob, incredulous.
Jack, his bag growing ever fuller with candy, glared at them, annoyance in his eyes.
"And who's going to stop us?" He replied, grabbing another handful of sweets. "We've had
a pretty miserable night. If we don't take advantage now, we'll go home empty-handed!"
With a crooked grin, he shoved a handful of candy straight into Tif's bag. She blinked,
surprised, since that single pile was more than she'd collected all night. She looked at her
bag, then at Rob, and sighed resignedly.
"Well... he has a point. No one would give us as much candy as we can get here. Besides,
it's Halloween; we should enjoy the candies, too." Rob opened his eyes in disbelief,
realizing he was the odd one out in this situation. Resigned, and with a hint of annoyance,
he raised his paws and said,
"Fine… you win, but I'm only doing this because you insisted. I tried to stop you." And so,
the three of them stood before the plate, frantically stuffing candy into it like pirates
plundering treasure. In less than a minute, the bags were bulging and overflowing, and the
plate was empty.
The three had barely walked away when they heard a group of children, accompanied by
some adults, walking happily toward them. Rob and Tif, feeling guilty, tried to cover the
enormous bags of candy. Rob did so with his cape, and Tif hugged them. Jack, on the other
hand, didn't even try to hide what he'd done; it wasn't as if anyone had seen them.
The children, dressed in costumes and excited, ran toward the illuminated door until they
discovered the enormous empty plate. Their excited faces vanished instantly, and a couple
of disappointed groans could even be heard. A little girl in a cat costume lowered her head,
clearly sad, as the adults urged them on to another house.
The trio quickened their pace, almost trotting, away from that scene. They tried to avoid
being seen and soon reached the park, where they found a table under a lamppost. They sat
down, laughing nervously, and poured some of their loot onto the table. The pile was so big
they could hardly believe it.
"This is incredible," said Tif, a knot of guilt in her chest, but unable to stop smiling. "It does
feel a little bad, though, doesn't it?"
"Nah!" Jack stretched his arms behind his head nonchalantly. "It's good you listened to me.
We have enough to give away, divide, and share, and there would still be plenty left over,
but I'm not giving any away." He said this as he unwrapped one and took a bite.
Rob gave a crooked smile, not wanting to agree but pleased with the loot openly. With a
gloved paw, he opened a candy and began to eat it absentmindedly. Tif sighed, but she too
succumbed to temptation, unwrapping two and devouring them eagerly.
As they chatted and stuffed their mouths with sugar, the sky cleared, revealing a huge,
bright full moon. And as its light illuminated the three friends, something strange began to
happen.
Jack scratched his head; something was really itchy, and suddenly, a pair of small horns
began to sprout from his blond fur.
"What…?" Rob stammered, his eyes wide.
Tif froze, pointing with a trembling finger. "J-Jack… t-that… y-you have horns!"
Jack raised his eyebrows, trying to feel them. "Moo… is that possible?… Wait, what did I
moooo-say?" Surprised, he covered his mouth.
Then, alarmed, Rob and Tif jumped up, though Tif stumbled a little and clutched her chest,
feeling her breathing heavy, her body drenched in sweat as if she'd run a marathon.
"Tif…?" Rob looked at her, horrified.
He tried to answer, but her own voice sounded hoarse and breathless, and something was
bubbling inside him that made him uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Jack, touching his new
horns in disbelief, began to hear a rumble in his own stomach. It was as if his stomach was
too big for how little he'd eaten that day. And Rob looked around, panic growing as
something began to tingle in his belly, too.
Without noticing it at first, Rob's cheeks suddenly puffed out, rounding out in a comically
exaggerated way, like a squirrel trying to cram all its food into its mouth. Except, in his
case, his cheeks looked like two giant blueberries, glistening in the moonlight.
"Mmmff?!" he tried to say something, but only a muffled sound came out; his cheeks made
it hard for him to speak coherently.
Tif clutched her stomach; the expectation that something was about to happen to her, just
like Rob and Jack, made her anxious, and while she decided whether to run or scream for
help... FOOMP!!!
Both their bellies suddenly rounded, inflating like beach balls. Rob hit the table, and the
rabbit went flying, landing on his back with his paws in the air.
"R-Rob!" Tif said worriedly, wanting to help him, but her situation wasn't much different.
Her own body felt very strange; she seemed to look fatter and thicker, she weighed quite a
bit. Her tight fairy dress started to squeeze her even tighter. The straps dug into her
shoulders, the corset was squeezing her like a press, and the seams made small creaking
sounds.
"N-no, it can't be..." she murmured, looking at her arms, her thighs, and her whole body.
She was bigger, heavier, and fatter, and she could feel all that fat jiggle with her every
move.
The vixen desperately tried to take off the costume, but her thick arms grew clumsy and
wouldn't let her reach the zipper at the back. She turned around, looking for Jack to ask for
help, but a sudden dizziness threw her off balance. She was desperately trying to get the
costume somehow off.
Her bulky body pressed against her chest, making it hard to breathe. Even though she
pulled at the costume, the corset was the thickest and most resistant part of the outfit. It was
caught between the soft, thick fat of her hips and her two large, prominent breasts,
preventing it from going up or down. She was like a piping bag being squeezed from the
middle. Her breasts heaved wildly with her frantic leaps and struggles to remove her
clothes. Sweat beaded on her forehead; she had gained a considerable amount of weight, so
much so that her delicate features were buried under a thick layer of fat that distorted them,
making them round and malleable.
Panicked and feeling as though she were about to faint, Tif's struggle had become
increasingly weak. Her eyes had blurred, and her lips turned blue, but before she collapsed
with a loud pop , the zipper and seams of her costume finally gave way, freeing her from
her prison. Her entire body convulsed wildly as she caught her breath. Tif ended up in her
underwear, her reddish fur exposed, revealing the thick rolls of fat on her sides.
Meanwhile, Jack's fur began to lighten, turning from golden to a milky white. Inside his
pajamas, his belly swelled noticeably, stretching the garment that had recently been loose
and comfortable, making it cling to his body like a glove.
Jack didn't pay it any mind at first, preoccupied with the two small horns that had sprouted.
He tried to pull them off.
"What the heck is going on?! This is im-moo-sible —wait, what did I say again?!" He
shouted, covering his mouth, but something was happening to his paws. "And what
happened to my paws?! DAM It!" His hands turned into hooves, clumsy and stiff.
Rob sat up with a groan, and when he looked up, he saw his friends struggling with
whatever was happening to them. Jack was half cow and half Labrador, and Tif was
gasping for air, leaning against the table where the mountain of candy lay, her enormous
bubble butt slightly raised. What surprised him most was that Tif reached out to grab a
handful of candy and ate it, wrapper and all, devouring it desperately, as if she'd been
starving.
Rob barely had time to process this when a deep, gurgling sound resonated within him. He
glanced down just in time to see his stomach pushing against his shirt, expanding
forcefully. The pressure intensified so quickly that his field of vision filled with his own
belly.
"Mmph!" he muttered through gritted teeth before sinking back into a sitting position, as
everything around him faded away, replaced by the sight of his own stomach.
Rob tried to push and move his enormous belly, which swayed in front of him like a
balloon. Then he saw his fingers thicken, his palms swell, and how that seemed to spread
throughout his body—arms, thighs, legs, and chest. The rabbit was losing mobility, his
limbs growing ever thicker.
The rabbit stopped trying to understand what was happening and just wanted to get up and
run. But the task proved impossible, as his belly blocked his vision and made him too
clumsy to push himself off the ground.
Tif had been slightly relieved when she could finally breathe again. Still, dizziness forced
her to lean against the park table, and as she caught her breath, her stomach growled when
she saw the sweets in front of her. It was crazy. How could she feel hungry in this situation?
But the protests of her gigantic belly, her mouth watering in anticipation, and her hand
moving against her will said it was inevitable.
She put a handful of sweets into her mouth; the taste was nonexistent, as they were still in
their wrappers, but she didn't care and just swallowed them. It didn't hurt; she didn't feel
uncomfortable, just slightly satisfied, having quelled a little of that sudden hunger she felt.
But it wasn't enough; her stomach demanded more, and without restraint, she desperately
put handfuls of sweets into her mouth, swallowing without chewing, so immersed in the
task that she didn't notice how her body, whose growth had been dormant, began to expand
again with even more force than before. Tif's immense body continued to grow in all
directions, especially forward. Fat accumulated in his belly as if trying to fit everything he
was eating, transforming her from extreme obesity into a body of pure lard. All that fat
accumulated in thick rolls, her legs spread in a permanent A-frame position, her belly
partially resting on the park table, her rear end expanding like dough in an oven, her thick
arms limited to moving the sweets from the table to his mouth; little else they could do due
to the loss of mobility.
Each of them was dealing with their own problems, but none like Jack, who, since his legs
had turned into hooves, felt his body relax and loosen as if he were in a jacuzzi. That
relaxing sensation that spread throughout his body came with something else: dozens of
pounds of fat that made him wider and obese. He had broadened as if he had suddenly put
on a new, thick coat. His new figure was accentuated by his "disguise"—the pajamas had
molded to the latest, feminine curves of his body.
Jack struggled with the conflicting sensations he felt. He was tense and anxious about what
was happening, but his body felt relaxed, telling him to let it all pass. When he felt a
tingling in his chest, he tried to scratch it with his hoof, but it felt so strangely good that he
couldn't stop. Slowly, between his new hooves, two small breasts began to grow. Just a
slight curve, they became the size of two lemons, then two melons, and finally two
watermelons. They might have looked like a man's breasts at first, but they grew into two
large, heavy breasts.
Her pajamas were now far too small for his voluptuous body. He tried to unzip them, but
his new hooves weren't very nimble, leading to clumsy attempts even with a simple zipper.
Still, he continued massaging his new breasts. They felt heavy, were large, and made a
strangely sloshing sound as he moved them. The reason became obvious when two dark
spots appeared on the pajama fabric, slowly expanding and soaking the fabric deeper and
deeper.
And while Jack tended to his two new accessories, Rob had resigned himself to what was
happening to him. Although his thick, swollen arms made it difficult, he managed to
unbutton his vampire costume's vest and shirt. When he relaxed and lay down on the grass,
he could feel his very inflated body rubbing against the park's lawn. With more surface area
for the grass to caress his fur, it tickled him until the button on his pants popped and flew
off to who knows where—the only button Rob had forgotten to undo. Luckily, his inflated
body held his pants up on its own.
Just when he thought he would be stuck to the ground, he suddenly felt weightless, and
with a push of his hands, he floated slightly, managing to stand up, or something very close
to it. He couldn't see his legs, but he could see that no matter how hard he tried to move
them, he didn't seem to be moving forward, and neither did his body, which shook violently
with each attempt. Only when he felt his cheeks begin to obscure what little vision he had
left, touching them with swollen, thick hands, did he understand why his body wasn't
moving much despite his attempts.
His legs had lifted off the ground, partially swallowed by the new volume of his body
frame. He felt the rest of his body slowly succumbing to the same condition. His arms
swelled and thickened, his chest rose even higher, and his neck widened and disappeared
into the rest of his body.
If Rob could make a comparison, he felt like those inflatable dolls from the stores, although
much rounder and wearing a vampire costume that was beginning to tear all over, unable to
stretch to cover the entire area of the poor blue rabbit's new body. Floating lightly above the
ground, Rob could see what had happened to his two friends. Jack was lost in his own
world, not responding to Rob's calls, and Tif had finished every last one of the sweets.
Her body, along with the table, collapsed to the floor when all the sweets were gone. Tif felt
a strange discomfort; her disproportionate body, every pound of her greasy frame, shaking
with the impact. Lying on her stomach, she was barely aware of what had happened to her.
Her body was a roll upon roll of fat, a belly as big and heavy as a wrecking ball, and a
backside capable of destroying any couch she sat on. The vixen breathed slowly and
heavily after her little feast, as reality settled in, making her aware of what had happened.
She had gained so much weight that it would be impossible for her to get up again.
Jack had been paying attention to the new sensations in his body as his belly bulged even
more, pressing against the already taut fabric. But this time, unlike Tif, the pajamas gave
way when, with a strength he didn't know he possessed, Jack ripped the zipper, freeing his
new breasts, as well as the udders that had grown.
"MOOOOO!!" He screamed in furious excitement as a trail of milk escaped from his
udders. Jack could no longer form a coherent sentence, and he just clumsily collapsed to the
ground, on all fours, a position that felt natural to him. His large, swollen teats rubbed
against the ground, making the cow moo with excitement with every light touch. Rob had
all his limbs tucked into his body, becoming a ball, or rather a large, round balloon floating
lazily above his two friends. His clothes tore, leaving him with shreds on the floor, except
for his cape, which covered his back. The rabbit could only see a fraction of the starry sky
and the bright full moon illuminating them, having witnessed everything that happened.
And now, perhaps, next time, they'll listen when they're told to
“just take one.”

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