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A Lustful Growing Contagion Ch 29

A Lustful Growing Contagion Ch 29

by audburn_the_writer
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The days leading up to the Halloween party were... intense. It was like a demon of gluttony and lust had possessed mom. During the two days leading up to Halloween, mom pretty much stuffed herself every day, and craved sex. In the span of the days leading to the party, I think we maybe had sex five times? Honestly I couldn't keep count, but one thing that I could say for certain is that her belly was practically never empty, or even half full.

Victoria had reached out to me, wanting to do a little "couple's costume" idea she'd had for a while, Velma and Shaggy. I was down for it, only needing to get a pair of red pants for the costume so I was pretty happy about that. The other women had all responded, with Tabia having immediately jumped on the idea, bombarding me with questions about the party and what to wear or bring. Viola and Emilia also answered rather quickly, both being able to join us for the party. The remaining three women, couldn't attend, with Kassandra telling me that her mother was visiting on that day, Luana was attending another party with her friends, and Francesca had to work at Value.

All Hallows' Eve was here. Mom had put me on cleaning and cooking duty while she went out to buy a whole heap of stuff. I quickly cleaned the house, vacuuming and dusting mostly, changing bed sheets as well. Then I started in the kitchen. There was a long list of things mom had wanted, and a few extra things I knew some of the girls would like, so I utilized every burner on the stove, the oven, the fridge and all the bowls and counter top space there was. I may have taken on more than I could manage, as things were quickly getting out of control as the water began to boil over, things needed to get taken off the stove while other things still needed to be diced and prepared. I began sweating, feeling a slight panic grip me, and amidst the chaos I heard the doorbell ring.

"Come in!" I yelled, trying to catch a glimpse out the kitchen side window to see who it was, but I couldn't make anyone out. The door opened, but nobody said anything, and my attention was taken by the timer that went off telling me to take out the pie crust from the oven. The silence remained, and right as I put the form down...

"BOOOOORRRAAAAAAAUUUUHHAAA!!!" someone screamed right behind me, causing me to jump back with a short scream. Quickly turning around, I almost tripped as I saw a woman dressed as a scarecrow, loose, patchy clothes, a tall, almost witchy hat and with hay sprouting from various places. At first I didn't know who the hell this was, as her face was painted into looking like a wretched, stitch together scarecrow head with black holes for eyes, but as I stood there in shock, I heard a familiar laugh. "I'm so sorry! W-well, not really since I wanted to scare you but..." Tabia laughed, and I finally let out an exasperated sigh.

"Scare me? I almost pissed myself!" I said overdramatically, causing Tabia to laugh more.

"Then my costume worked! But what do you think?" she asked, stiltedly putting her arms out to the side, and limply dropping her head, mimicking the stilted apparel off a scarecrow.

"You look amazing! I love the face paint as well, you've done a great job." Beneath the paint I could see a faint blush, as Tabia crossed her arms and looked away.

"T-thank y-you," she shyly says, before gasping loudly. I look at her with confusion, but before I can act she lunges at the stove, pulling a pot off the burner as it begins to boil over. "That was close!" she sighs, holding the pot and looking back at me.

"Yeah! Thanks," I said, looking over the rest of the stuff, stirring a few of the other pots. "What are you doing here Tabia? The party isn't for another few hours."

"Oh well... I didn't have anything else to do, and I really wanted to put on my costume a-and you know... B-be around y-you..." she said, the last part in a much lower voice.

"Well, you're free to stay here. It's always nice to have you around, but I'm going to be busy here in the kitchen just so you know."

"Well duh..." she chuckles, gesturing to the chaos around her. "I can help! If you're alright with it that is."

"Thanks! That's very kind," I said, inviting her into the mess of my kitchen. Working away, the two of us made fast progress, preparing more and more stuff for the party. Mom came home, and got quite the scare when she saw Tabia in her costume, but she had bought a ton of snacks and candy, which I helped carry out of the trunk of the car and into the house, a small hill having formed in the living room due to it not fitting in the packed kitchen. Joining us in the kitchen, mom quickly took over, ordering us around and probably doubling our working pace. We were done a bit before 6:00, when the guests were to arrive, so both mom and I headed to our rooms to put on our costumes, with Tabia joining me in my room.

"You look r-really nice..." Tabia absently-minded whispered to herself, and I could see how began to drool slightly, causing me to chuckle, throwing on the green baggy T-shirt and the even baggier red pants, finding it hard to fit my 'junk' into them after my recent growth. "You l-look... Uuu-uuhhhh... M-m-m-massive..." Tabia stutters, having been fixated on my crotch ever since I had taken off my pants, and I chuckled slightly awkwardly.

"Yeah... It's a bit bothersome," I tried to joke, feeling the straining in my pants.

"I-I-I b-b-bet..." Tabia mumbled. "I-I... Excuse me, I n-n-need to... Go fix something!" Tabia nervously exclaimed, hurrying out of the room, and I could hear the hurried steps disappearing into the bathroom, the door slamming shut shortly after. I was halfway done with my hair as I heard the doorbell ring. Quickly making my way downstairs, I looked through the peephole and saw Viola standing outside, dressed in a dense black woollen coat.

"Hi Viola!" I greeted her, and her anxious expression faded into a smile.

"H-hi John. Can I come in? It's quite cold," she smiled, shaking a little and I immediately invited her in, shutting the door behind her.

"Can I take your coat?" I offered, and I could see how Viola began to blush fiercely as she quickly took a look around before sighing and whispering to herself:

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Beginning to take her coat off, Viola looks away as the last button becomes undone, and underneath she's wearing what at first could maybe be described as a one piece swimming suit, a black one with a white area on her belly, but then the tail dropped and the cat ears headband could be made out from the inside of the coat. Viola's massive and thick thighs were completely bare and on show, one of them almost larger than a man's waist.

"W-wow..." I stuttered, taken by surprise by her costume.

"It's a bit m-much isn't it? I've got a change of clothes in my c-car and I ca-"

"No! You look very sexy!" I cut her off, reaching out to take her coat which she gives me, blushing fiercely and I take out the ears and hand them to her.

"T-thanks... Do you really think so?" Viola says, putting the cat ears on, now standing there timidly with half-trembling legs.

"Yeah! Of course I do. You're one of the sexiest women I know," I said, kissing her deeply which she eagerly held onto, putting her arms around my waist before letting go. "You can go and wait in the living room, I'll go and put your coat away." Walking behind her, I got a truly blessed view of her ass, which had only gotten bigger since the last time I saw her, jiggling wildly with each step. It has completely swallowed up the costume, her two large buttcheeks being completely bare, but with a tail that swung pretty much perfectly from her tailbone. I headed upstairs, laying the coat on my bed, before running back down and joining Viola on the couch. I could see how she longingly looked at the variety of snacks that had been put out in various bowls. "Go ahead," I said and gestured to them.

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"Thanks! I've been kind of starving," Viola responded, taking a few chips and shoving them into her mouth.

"How has your attempt at tempering yourself gone?" I ask her, just as she swallows.

"W-well... As you probably know since you call almost everyday, it goes... fine," Viola says, making a weird pause.

"Fine? You said just a couple of days ago that it was going good," I said.

"Going well," Viola inputted.

"Yeah, yeah... But what changed?" I inquired, Viola squeamishly looking away.

"W-well it just so happens I-" The doorbell rings, causing Viola to jump slightly, and which also shuts her up. "I'll tell you l-later," she whispered, taking a pillow and placing it over her massive lap to try to cover herself slightly. Quickly getting up, I run up to the door and outside is Victoria, now wearing a pair of thick glasses and clad in a white jacket where under it I can spot the orange turtleneck.

"Like, thIEre you aur-ge Velma!" I greeted Victoria, trying to do my best Shaggy impression but my voice cracks as I speak, and it wasn't that good to begin with, so it just sounds... Wrong. But it did make Victoria laugh. Laugh a little too hard, causing her to cough. "Are you alright?" I ask as she slowly gathers herself, still chuckling.

"Yeah heh... But what was that voice?" she said, still almost out of herself.

"That was uhm... My Shaggy voice," I sheepishly admitted.

"THAT WAS SHAGGY?!!" Victoria blurted out, having another laughing fit.

"Hey! It wasn't unrecognisable! Come on inside, I think you're going to alert the whole neighbourhood with your hyena laugh," I joked, inviting Victoria in.

"Don't be so rude John!" I heard mom say from the stairs. Turning around, I could see mom descending the stairs, wearing a WAY to tight sexy nurse's costume. The red band around her stomach was probably stretched to its limits around her large stomach. The zipper was just above the underside of her breasts which caused them to really pop and you got a direct view into her enormous cleavage. The outfit was also relatively short, showing off her plump thighs as well. "That's no way to speak to your girlfriend. How are you Victoria?" mom asked, waving nicely as if she's oblivious to what she's wearing.

"Uhh..." I stammered, not able to quite get a comprehensive sentence out, or word for that matter, just staring in awe of her outfit. Victoria was equally as stunned, almost self consciously covering her own breasts, which were big, but nowhere near as large as moms.

"I guess the reaction is because of this," she gestures to her outfit, which I nod in response. "It was the largest size they had and although I have mixed feelings of objectifying and sluttify us nurses, I just couldn't resist buying it since it just shows off all of my assets pretty nicely." Staring at us expectantly, it takes a few seconds for us to actually answer.

"Y-yeah... It looks good..." I responded, glancing over at Victoria who was almost hypnotised by mom's cleavage, or maybe just she didn't know how to act.

"Are you gonna take Victoria's jacket?" mom asked, trying to pull the zipper up but her breasts wouldn't allow it so she just gave up, beginning to walk towards the kitchen, the lower part of her plump round butt jiggling with each step. We just stood there silent, until I absentmindedly reached out my hand to grab Victoria's jacket.

"I'll take this," I mumbled, Victoria nodding in response. Heading upstairs, I tossed her jacket onto the bed, with the others, and when walking back through the corridor towards the stairs, I could hear panting and high pitched moaning coming from the bathroom. Sneaking up to the door, I listened in, as I could not only hear her desperate moans, but also the very wet sounds of her pussy squirting.

"Aaahhh! F-f-fuck *moan* me *pant* John! P-p-p-please *moan* fuck me with your *moan* h-h-uhe-" Tabia let out a small yelp as I heard heavy splashes of water hitting the tiled floor. Tabia's whimpering moans could somewhat be heard through the wooden door. "F-fuck... I made such a big m-mess! I have to clean it up f-fast!" Tabia said exasperated, and I could hear how she began to rip off some paper towels. Not wanting to embarrass her, I decided to head downstairs and head into the kitchen, where mom was preparing an entree.

"John? Could you help me with carrying out the creamy pumpkin pastries? Wouldn't want our guests starving, and they deserve a little treat," mom said, turning around and I could see a bit of the lightly orange colored sauce around her mouth.

"Of course. But you've got a little sauce around your mouth," I said, walking over to grab the plate.

"Could you get it for me? I wouldn't want to miss anything and look like a slob in front of the others." Smiling cheekily, mom leaned in as I sighed, rolling my eyes but I couldn't contain my smile. As I was about to wipe it away with my finger, she pulled away and shook her head. "Not with your hand. With your tongue," she seductively said, staring at me with a melting gaze. Chuckling softly, I thought why not, leaning in myself as I licked the sweet and spicy sauce off her face. "Good boy," she smiled, turning around to tend to the food. Walking out with the tray, I could see how Viola and Victoria both were sitting on the couch which buckled ever slightly under their combined weight.

"I-I just can't get over the fact that you've grown so m-much Victoria!" Viola said, fidgeting nervously with a pen, twirling it between her fingers while, what almost seemed like studying, Victoria.

"Heh... Yeah it's a bit... Overwhelming I guess..." Victoria awkwardly responed. "I'm actually 5.11 ft. now-"

"5.11?!" Viola exclaimed, almost looking like she'd witnessed a horror by how taken aback she was. "Are you as t-tall as me now?" The pen experienced great stress as her fingers grew white from the pressure she put on it, looking like she would snap it in two. But as it grew closer to snapping, it instead launched like a catapult, sending it flying into my chest.

"Aaaooowww!!!" I exclaimed as the metal cap had bludgeoned my skin, causing me to momentarily lose my footing, sending two of the pastries on the tray down onto the carpeted floor, but I luckily regained my footing and kept the remaining ones on the tray.

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"Oh my god! John I'm so sorry John! I didn't mean to do that!" Viola apologised, the distress in her voice painted the words heavily. She quickly got up and ran over to me as I put the tray down. "Are you alright?" Her hands were on my chest, feeling all over my torso.

"I'm fine. It surprised me was all. I mean, it's just a pen," I said, trying to calm her as she was getting pretty worked up. "Just a shame about the dropped pastries."

"Don't worry about them!" Viola said, quickly dropping to her knees as she quickly shovelled one of them into her mouth, the cream on top leaving a stain which she scooped up with her finger, sloppily licking it up. "These are so good by the way," she said, taking a hearty bite out of the other one. "I'm glad you're alright, and I'm so sorry about hurting you."

"You don't have to apologize," I said, patting her head as I could feel how she loosened up a little as she calmed down. "And Tori, please have one as well. I know how much you like pumpkin."

"They're pumpkin?" Victoria happily grabbed two as she tasted them, her eyes glistening with glee as she savoured them. "You were right Viola. They are so good! Like miniature pumpkin pie but with way more crust."

"I'm glad. And you can eat and drink whatever you like. There is more stuff coming so don't overdo it, but if you'd like anything, just ask."

"Yeah, could I get a beer or s-something..." Viola asked timidly, getting up from the floor as she seemed a bit on edge.

"Sure, I'll go get one." Bringing Viola her beer, the three of us talked for the next ten minutes, Victoria being chatty while Viola mostly sat quietly and nodded along to the things we talked about while nursing the beer. Tabia, in her scarecrow outfit finally joins us, and I can see how the face paint she had put on had begun running a little bit, forming small beads of paint on her skin. "Here, take a pastry. I was getting a little worried with how long you were gone," I said, Tabia blushing fiercely as she sat down, nibbling away at the pastry in silence.

"Your costume is really awesome by the way," Victoria chimed in, Tabia looking up at her for a split second and mumbling awkwardly:

"Thanks." I know that Tabia isn't much of a conversationalist with others, but I know that she gets very talkative when it's a topic that interests her.

"When are we going to do our marathon of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Tori?" I asked Victoria, throwing a quick glance at Tabia who immediately snapped attentively to the new topic.

"We gotta do it soon! We still have the essay to write but maybe after that?" Victoria answered between mouthfuls of chips.

"Lord of the Rings? I love Lord of the Rings! C-could I join in on the watch through?" Tabia asks, finally joining in on the conversation.

"Of course! Which of them is your favourite movie?" Victoria asks.

"Gotta be the Fellowship, but the Return of the King is also just so good. The Two Towers is a little slow but has some really great parts to it too, like everything with Aragorn."

"Yes! He is just so..." The two of them got engulfed in their conversation, and I couldn't help but smile as Tabia seemed to at least grow more comfortable around Victoria.

The doorbell rang, and I called out that I was gonna open it. Basking in the last rays of the sun stood Emilia, her long ginger hair slightly illuminated by the warm light from the sun. Dressed in a witch's hat and a tight fitting coat, what seemed to be a man's coat, which she gripped tightly to make sure it didn't burst open due to her more than generous chest, Emilia immediately lit up when she saw me. It was still surreal to be looking up at the 6.5 ft. tall curvy woman, with the kindest eyes that looked down at me.

"Hi Emilia!" I greeted her, embracing her in a warm hug which she eagerly reciprocated.

"Hi cutie," Emilia sheepishly whispered in my ear. "I'm a little nervous to take this coat off."

"You're not the only one who had second thoughts on their outfit. I'm sure that it looks gorgeous on you." Emilia smiled, but still had a firm grasp on the fabric.

"Thanks for the encouraging words, but I think it's too much." A red hue had overtaken her face as she wrapped her arms around her body.

"Hey, if you're not up for it, we can always lend you some clothes. But I think you'd make a very sexy witch," I said, stroking her arms slowly, causing her face to shift back to a somewhat normal hue.

"I-I want to show you, but I might want to wait with the others... Am I the last one here or are we expecting any more?"

"No, you're the last one. Do you want to go up to my room to show me your costume and then we'll get you other clothes?" I asked, and Emilia nodded, still clutching tightly to the coat. Walking past the kitchen Emilia quickly greeted and waved to mom, and as Emilia saw the risque outfit that mom wore, she stopped me.

"Alexandra certainly has more courage than me with her costume," Emilia whispered.

"Well she certainly isn't shy about it." I could see the cogs turn in Emilia's head, throwing glances towards the living room where music and small talk could be heard. "What do you want to do?"

"I-I-I don't k-know... My heart's pounding really fast heh..." she nervously responded, fanning her face with her hand.

"If you feel this nervous right now, let's get you into something more comfortable. That coat must be pretty warm." Nodding in response, Emilia and I headed upstairs without saying hi to the others. Getting into my room and shutting the door, I waited with bated breath as Emilia opened up the coat, revealing her two massive breasts that practically spilled out of the green dress top. Letting the coat fall to the ground, Emilia awkwardly struck a pose, showing off her costume. The costume itself was a green dress without sides at the hips, showing off her large and plump thighs which pudged out from a pair of high stockings. The plump belly on which rested the two huge breasts stretched the dress a bit, which was fully expected. Her long ginger hair reached down past her knees at this point, obscuring parts of her outfit.

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