THE YEARLY HALLOWEEN PARTY II (XWG)

Halloween Night - 2019

“Did you get a load of Angelina?”

Zoe smirked, leaning in toward her friend Tori as the two of them moved through the crowded living room, their matching sexy nurse costumes drawing plenty of appreciative stares from the partygoers around them. Clara’s annual Halloween party was in full swing, and Zoe and Tori were easily two of the hottest girls there, every eye in the room lingering on their toned figures, perfectly applied makeup, and effortless confidence.

They paused by the snack table, pretending to admire the spread but keeping their focus on Clara’s sister, Angelina, who was obliviously piling a large plate high with mini party wings, her attention fixed entirely on the food.

“God, how could I miss her?” Tori replied, rolling her eyes. “Clara’s over here killing it in her witch costume, and then there’s her.” She lowered her voice to a teasing whisper, leaning closer. “I mean, we were warned about the Freshman 15, but looks like she’s aiming for the Sophomore 150.”

Both girls burst into soft, wicked laughter, casting side-glances at Angelina, who was obliviously focused on devouring her plate of wings. She wore a matching witch costume, but where Clara’s hugged her curves in all the right places, Angelina’s was straining to contain her ever-expanding figure. The black fabric stretched tightly over her, visibly creased as it struggled to cling to her soft, overflowing rolls. The hem of her dress was hitched up far too high, leaving her thick, dimpled thighs exposed, the fishnets she wore digging into her flesh and tearing in several places. As she shifted from foot to foot, her thighs jiggled slightly, each movement making the rolls of her legs more pronounced, her skin puckered with cellulite that peeked through the gaps in her ripped fishnets.

Zoe snickered as Angelina bent down to grab another handful of wings from her plate, her dress riding up even higher to reveal the lower curves of her wide, overstuffed backside, barely contained by the straining fabric. “Look at her, practically bursting out of that dress. She’s one squat away from giving the whole party a show,” Zoe whispered with a smirk.

They watched as Angelina straightened up, still munching on a wing with sauce smeared on her lips, clearly too absorbed in her food to notice the way her costume was betraying her. Her thighs pressed tightly together, creating rolls down to her knees, and her belly spilled out in soft, visible creases beneath the stretched fabric, each roll defined against the too-tight dress. Her chest strained against the neckline, her cleavage bulging and drawing attention for all the wrong reasons.

“God, Clara’s probably dying of embarrassment right now,” Tori snickered, looking over to where Clara was laughing with a group of friends, her own witch costume highlighting her toned body. “I mean, look at them! Same costume, but they might as well be from different planets. Clara’s got guys drooling all over her, and Angelina… she’s got a plate of wings.”

As if on cue, Angelina stuffed another wing into her mouth, her cheeks flushed from both the warmth of the room and the effort of maneuvering her larger frame through the crowded living room. She had a small mountain of wing bones piling up on her plate, and as she gnawed the last bit of meat off another bone, she absentmindedly reached for yet another, licking her fingers between bites as sauce smeared across her chin. Her stomach growled again, and she was more than happy to indulge it, her appetite seemingly insatiable.

From across the room, a few partygoers whispered to each other as they took in her transformation. “Is that… Angelina? Clara’s sister?” one girl murmured, raising an eyebrow as she looked her up and down.

“No way! She used to be, like, tiny,” her friend replied, stifling a laugh. “Guess she found the freshman fifteen… and then some!”

“Must’ve had a great meal plan in college,” another guy snickered, nudging his friend. “Or a boyfriend who really likes to feed her.” They chuckled, watching as she licked her fingers and reached for a cupcake on the dessert table, oblivious to the stares and whispers.

Meanwhile, near the kitchen, Tyler scanned the room, looking for the familiar face he’d been told was wearing a witch costume. When he spotted Clara in her sleek, form-fitting dress, he blinked, doing a double take. That’s gotta be her, right? he thought, his face lighting up as he took in her curvy yet slim figure, still every bit as stunning as he remembered.

He made his way over, but before he could reach Clara, he heard her talking about her “sister” with some friends. Confused, he looked back around the room—where was Angelina?

Then he saw her, and his heart plummeted. Standing near the snack table, her face slightly flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure as she devoured a wing, was Angelina. The shock was immediate and impossible to mask. He could hardly believe his eyes. This wasn’t the girl he remembered from high school—the slim, athletic girl he’d once taken to prom. No, this Angelina was massive, her once-toned body now soft, plush, and generously padded in ways that left nothing to the imagination.

She turned slightly, catching his eye just as she shoved another wing into her mouth, her fingers shiny with sauce. For a split second, he saw the recognition in her eyes, and she beamed, waving at him with her greasy fingers. Her smile was warm, her cheeks dimpling with newfound fullness, her double chin prominent as she lowered her plate to waddle over, her entire body swaying with each step.

Tyler’s face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and shock. He forced a polite smile, glancing away quickly, but he couldn’t help the flood of memories—of the slim, gorgeous girl he’d once known, now transformed beyond recognition.

Angelina finally reached him, a bit out of breath but grinning ear-to-ear. “Tyler! Oh my god, it’s been so long!” she exclaimed, oblivious to his stunned silence as she shifted her plate, sending a small avalanche of wing bones to the side. “Sorry, I, uh, got a little carried away with the food!” She giggled, reaching for yet another wing, not bothering to wipe the smear of sauce from her chin as she bit into it with relish.

Tyler struggled to keep his expression neutral, feeling both embarrassed and oddly fascinated by her transformation. She was so… different, almost surreal, her soft body filling every inch of her costume and then some. How had she let herself go this much? he wondered, forcing himself to maintain eye contact as she chatted animatedly, seemingly unaware of the way her dress strained over her belly, her cleavage spilling over the neckline as she leaned toward him.

Across the room, Zoe and Tori exchanged amused glances, watching Angelina interact with Tyler and becoming increasingly amused. “She actually thinks he’s into her,” Zoe whispered, shaking her head. “Like, girl, read the room.”

Tori snickered, her eyes following the pile of wing bones on Angelina’s plate. “Oh, I think she’s reading the menu instead,” she whispered back with a smirk. As Angelina reached for a cupcake on the dessert table, her fingers leaving greasy smudges on the wrapper, they dissolved into quiet, wicked laughter, unable to resist the sheer spectacle of it all.

Around them, Clara’s friends continued to exchange knowing glances and whispers, watching as Angelina leaned closer to Tyler, her voice growing louder with excitement. One girl nudged her friend, rolling her eyes. “I seriously can’t believe that’s Angelina,” she murmured. “You two used to look like twins!”

“Guess that’s what happens when you date a feeder,” her friend replied, casting a smirk in Danny’s direction, where he sat in the corner, watching Angelina’s every move with a possessive, satisfied glint in his eye.

As she polished off the cupcake, a smear of frosting on her cheek, Angelina beamed up at Tyler, completely unaware of the stares and laughter around her. She was lost in her own world, in the pleasure of the food, the warm lights of the party, and the feeling of being back with friends—blissfully ignorant to the fact that everyone around her was noticing just how much she’d changed.