Pumpkins for Halloween

The day is still young, with a thick fog coating the whole town. A very fitting setting for a spooky Halloween night! ...If I actually remembered to get some decorations. All the stores are out of stock, but there's this place on Facebook I found. Someone is giving away pumpkins for those who are broke, or remembered that Halloween is today. Well, my flat wallet and obliviousness makes me count for two!

I pull up at the farmhouse. There's a sign in front offering free pumpkins, just as the Facebook advert said. I park my car and approach a stall that's set up, probably by the owner.

"Ah, you fancy pumpkin, I reckon!"

Ok, not the greeting I was expecting, but I can roll with it.

"Yeah, I heard you have some fancy pumpkins, for free no less!" I answer enthusiastically.

"Ah, they're quite the lookers, aren't they?" He says with a smile on his face.

I probably should take a look at them. There are various pumpkins laid out on the table, all in various shades of orange. Some are darker, others are larger, and there are also a few gourds for those who want to mix it up. But they all had one weird feature... "Do they have ears or something?" I ask, looking up from the table.

"Well, it's what you make of them. Some see it as ears, others see it as extra heads to carve out, all to make those spooky jack-'o-lanterns look even scarier!"

He doesn't seem to mind me browsing too much, so I take my time picking out the perfect pumpkin.

"Go ahead, pick one! I won't bite!" He flashes me a full toothed-grin. Despite being a humble farm worker, his teeth seem sharp. I cock him an eyebrow and pick a particularly orange one with distinctively large 'ears'. If he has such special gourds, I might as well go for one that really stands out.

"Ah! Great choice! You should come back and show me the end result when you're done carving it! I reckon you will make it look great!"

"Sorry I am going to be busy tonight, party at my place. You know how it is."

The man laughs to himself: "Oh, but you will, pup. You most certainly will."

I shoot him a look, but something tells me he just wants to set the mood. I bid him a hasty goodbye and take the pumpkin with me to the car. The car roars to life and I drive away as fast as possible. Now I certainly won't come back. The guy was nice at first, but that sendoff was so unsettling...

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"Hey, welcome back dude!"

"Hey Robert," I reply, hauling the large pumpkin through the door. I walk up to the kitchen counter and drop the pumpkin with a hefty thud.

"That facebook guy's generous!"

"Yeah, it's going to take a while to carve this one. You wanna help?"

"Nah, I've got some people to chase."

"Chasing skirts, just before the party?" I reply with a sly grin.

"Very funny," he replies. I give him a laugh in return, ribbing him is always fun. "I'll be in the living room if you need me," he says, while leaving the kitchen.

I give him a thanks and start my work on the pumpkin. I delid it and scoop out all the flesh. Spoonful after spoonful gets deposited in a bowl as I get into a rhythm. Time flies by as I hollow it out. It doesn't take all too long before I'm left with a bowl of pumpkin innards and a hollowed out pumpkin.

With the first step out of the way, I take some time to assess my progress. In all my veracity, I didn't even notice that I started with a very large hole in the bottom, instead of going in from the top.. Probably for the better because I wouldn't want to cut off those cute ears!

I grab my sharpie and start drawing out the general shapes I want to give to this future werewolf. The felt flows over the fruit as I draw vicious teeth on it. Along with a set of commanding eyes and a sharp snout, it makes for one intimidating decoration. Oh right! Let's not forget to mark out those inner ears!

With the structure marked out, I carve the pumpkin, making sure that the teeth are as sharp as possible! Ensuring that it can sink its teeth into unsuspecting prey who would dare to underestimate such a 'cute' pumpkin. A row which could seriously hurt any passers-by.

...Wait, where did that come from? I'm probably getting too excited over doing this job. Or, it's the Halloween spirits haaaaunting me! Pfft, as if. I continue working on the snout and eyes as I see the werewolf coming more and more to life. I can't wait to see how candle light would draw a face with this one.

Lastly, I carve out the inner ears. But something seems off... They look a bit too round. I pick up the carving knife again and make the tips flatter and pointier. I take a step back to admire my handiwork-

"Hey! Watch it! I was grabbing a coke!" Robert bumps back into me as his glass of coke nearly spilled onto the floor.

"Whoa sorry, I was about to look at the end result. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm ok, just annoyed. Wait, you're finally done?"

"Did I take long?"

He points at the clock. It's already 7PM. "It's already dark out. I thought you'd be done much sooner."

He circles the werewolf pumpkin to inspect my craft. "I've got to say, this is way better than I expected. Have you done this before?" He gives me this look of wonder.

"Nope, first time." I reply flatly.

"You're a bad liar."

"Well, I started at the bottom instead of the top."

His face cocks with a grin: "Ah! You want to wear it like a costume!"

"What?!"

"Come on, you're not a liiiiittle bit intrigued to wear it?"

I look back at the pumpkin. It's lifeless without a light, waiting for someone to put some life into it. There's an aura of importance, despite being a vegetable. Did I... Really make this? It happened so fast; I didn't even think of how I'd put it together.

"Come on, wear it!" Rob goads.

"My back is still recovering from carrying it in and out of the car. I'd break my neck wearing this!" I reply.

"I'll give you 50 bucks if you try it on."

I let a silence land before replying: "Are you bribing me?"

"See it as practical experience," he says with a fake smile.

"When I'm finally a cop, I'll put you in handcuffs for that." "I'll keep that money to myself then," Robert quips.

"I'm not a cop yet. So you better pony up when I get this on"

I turn to look the wolf pumpkin straight in the eye. The fierce decoration looks intimidating.

"Are you scared to put it on?" Robert observes.

"Just admiring the carving work."

"Suuuure."

I decide to ignore him and heave the pumpkin over my head. You know, holding it like this, it doesn't feel too heavy. I lower the hollowed-out pumpkin over my head and turn to face Robert again.

"So, how do I look?"

"Ridiculous!"

"Thank you for your valuable inpu- GRAH!"

Something stabs my neck, followed by more and more. From the corner of my eyes, I see green tentacles jutting out of the pumpkin and drilling into my neck. Blood seeps out of the stab wounds as the vines dig deeper and deeper.

"Fuck! What's happening!"

I try to lift the pumpkin off my head, but it stays rooted firmly on my neck. The vines bulge as they pump something into me. The flow feels... Good, euphoric even. My resistance falters as the euphoric liquid is filling my body with a tingling sensation.

"I've got you!"

Before I notice, Robert is pulling on my head, trying to get the pumpkin off. The pumping from the tentacles becomes more frantic, as I can feel it fuel my body, building up to something grand. Not stopping a beat at the interference. Robert doesn't stop either, and I scream louder and louder as the pumpkin desperately hangs onto my face.

Robert pulls and pulls, and eventually wins out as the world suddenly goes dark. He screams loudly, but I can't see what's happening, and when I try to ask him what is going on, I can't make a sound!

"Aaaaah! Did I pull your head off?!! No! I-I"

I feel the top of my head, but there's nothing there. Even my neck is nowhere to be found, as my hands can only find my collarbone. But from there I can feel something pushing, something familiar. Something hard is bubbling from below there. With a violent RIIIIIP through my flesh, I can feel the pumpkin rest on top of my torso again. Tentacles connect to my body again as they pump their liquids into me.

The pumpkin moves with every minute action; the fangs moving with every breath, the orange ears flicking, picking up every minute sound, the nose sniffing to catch prey. My breaths go deeper and longer as my chest expands. They move and swell with every second. Minute motions amplified by the sheer growth of my pecs. Oxygen pumps up my chest, allowing for more and more muscles to pile onto my frame. Growing larger and stronger with each deepening inhale. My rigid mouth hangs agape as my need for more breath overtakes my mind. My body creaks and cracks as my very bones enlarge to enhance my stature, allowing for stronger and stronger muscles to pile on.

My hands aren't forgotten by the reconfiguration, growing fatter and rotund. Less dextrous, but easier to crush a human's skull with. Robert's looks like a grape compared to my monstrous grippers. Claws jut out as I whine in pleasure. Pressure builds as my shoes untie themself, being forced loose by my puffing paws. The tension builds and builds as ties snap and the claws rip through the nose.

So much tension and release, and there's still the pressure in the tailbone, growing and growing, stretching my pants to their limit as the fluffy appendage forces its way out. And then it flops out of the tatters: my pointed cock, bobbing with the rhythm of the pumpkin on top, eager, leaking with a desire for action. My breath picks up with the rising lust.

And all this time he stood there, standing in shocked awe. Robert looks so innocent. So weak. He's just a simple human, but with what he has in his hands, I can change that. I flash him a toothy grin as he turns to run. He only gets a few steps away from me as I pounce on him. My bulk keeps him pinned to the ground as my cock grinds against his jeans. His fear smells delicious as his breath quickens.

"Being a human is a bit too boring, isn't it?"

"Please don't eat me!"

"Nah, I've got something better in mind."

I snatch my old head out of his hands and slam it on top of his. He desperately struggles to get it off. He's a feisty little human, trying to fight a force of nature, but the tentacles soon get in on the rowdy action and root the pumpkin into place. The tentacles start pumping as the transformation takes hold. Hair is growing out from under his clothes, his breaths deepen as he gets pumped up more and more, and my cock is spasming at the display. The pumpkin rumbles as it comes alive with his life force. A growl escapes his lips as I can feel his body rise, along with his growing muscles.

"Fuck, it's... It's getting hot in here," he pants while I grind my cock into his. He doesn't mind at all as he leans more and more into it.

"Not so scary now that you're a monster too, aren't you?"

"Fuck, you bastard scared me. Ungh... Don't stop it's- IT'S!"

That's all that I needed. I go for his neck and sink my teeth into him. His rod spurts as he lets out a long whine. He goes limp and allows me to do anything with him.

I release him from my jaws and draw back, eyeing his virgin tailhole. He sees me eyeing him, and he lets out a lustful whine. A growl develops from his fangs, frustrated that my repeated thrusts miss their mark. He nips and barks, but before his fangs can connect, he lets out a long whiiiiiiine.

My fat cock found his rear entrance as I force more of my plump stiffness into him. The wolf under me clenches, but with a swift nip to the neck, he relaxes. More and more of my length plunges into him as his groans and whimpers become more frequent. His soft noises egg me on, putting my newly found muscles to good use.

His tense muscles relax as I near the end of my rod. I lower my focus on his tool as I try to make him relax even more. My soft pads caress his dick as it jerks in my hand. His breath trembles as his anticipation rises. With him distracted up front, I thrust one last time to get my whole dick in. Another unexpected yelp leaves his face as I work his rod more and m more while I hump his muscly ass.

He yelps and growls more and more as I join in his carnal noises. We get louder and rowdier as the climax nears. Chairs and tables get smashed as every corner of the apartment now meets the force of two full-blown werewolves.

Robert tries to fight his orgasm, but I coax his out by climaxing into him first. He pants and growls as more and more of my cum fills his rear end. He himself coats the remains of the furniture with his own cream. I coat his insides with so much spunk that it leaks out, despite my knot making a tight seal. Robert on the other hand, has painted most of the room white with his emissions.

I rest my bulk on him and try to regain my composure. Robert slowly relaxes as well as his torrent of alabaster cum dies down as well. With the pumpkin cream soup finally finished, he talks again: "Damn, I want to have a go too. This feels way too-" *Yelp*

I shove my dick in halfway to tease him. His wolfish noises are way too cute not to take advantage of.

"You should feel this too, dude. It's so, ungh, good," Robert whimpers.

"I'm too tired tonight, but I'll let you go at it tomorrow, although I don't think we'll have time to do it one-on-one."

"Whaaaat? Unfair! I want to know how it feels to rail someone!"

"Ah, you forgot about the special occasion tonight." I grin at him, but he only makes wolf faces at me. He's cute when he's confused.

"The fuck are you talking about?" He says, cocking an eyebrow.

"You forgot all about the party tonight!"

"Wait, you don't mean..."

"Yes my little fuckboy," he groans at that: "we can turn so many people into manly wolves tonight! Imagine the massive orgy! Hell, we might even involve Facebook guy!"

I feel his hard body over as he returned the gesture by doing the same. He yelps as I tweak one of his nips. Heh, Robert is sensitive~ A murr escapes my lips as I feel something hot and wet. I look down at him, Robert is paying me back by licking my abs. Soft growls and whines are the only sounds we need to exchange. I move in to nibble on his ears when-

*Riiiiiing*

"Hey guuuuuys could you open up?!"

Robert and I shoot a look at the door, and then exchange looks.

Time to kick off that Halloween party.