Costume Party

by wandrer

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Mult, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Magic, Mind Control, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, TransGender, Fiction, Furry, Cheating, Revenge, Slut Wife, Cousins, BDSM, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Polygamy/Polyamory, Hispanic Female, Indian Female, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Lactation, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Big Breasts, Body Modification, Small Breasts, Transformation, .

Desc: Sex Story: *The origin of the Fantasy Frenzy universe!* A halloween game purchased at a strange store leads to involuntary transformations of all of the guests at a party. ----- Old school codes: mf, tf, tg, lact, best, ff, mc, nc, age regression

Ian sighed as he walked down the street, glancing at the shops. He’d been trying to come up with a good idea for a halloween party for a week - the last few years the costume parties they’d thrown had been fun, but now that he and Shauna was engaged, he felt like this needed to be a big one. After all - they’d met at a halloween party, brought there by their mutual love for the holiday.

He’d searched on-line for a good party game, but none of them had jumped out at him. And none of the little halloween shops he’d popped his head into while wandering around today had had anything particularly interesting to offer.

He stopped in surprise as he realized he’d stepped into a small, strange shop while his mind had wandered. He shook his head - he didn’t remember deciding to come in here, but here he was. He glanced a the sign - “Oddues Oddities” it read.

He let out a small laugh - well, couldn’t hurt to wander through the store and have a look.

After about five minutes, Ian was shaking his head in amazement. Some of the stuff in here looked like just junk, but some of it ... was bizarre. Strange puzzles and boxes, skulls made of bronze, a pen that looked like it was made of glass but had a gorgeous woman’s figure seemingly writhing in bliss, an amazingly lifelike statue of a goateed man in a suit, with grey hair pulled back in a pony tail...

“Can I help you find something?”

Ian jumped and stifled a yell as the man spoke. He had been standing very still, in the back of the aisle, looking at Ian, and somehow hadn’t registered as an actual person. Ian shook his head and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes - something about the light in here was definitely making things look odd.

“Uh, yeah ... I don’t know, actually. I’m just looking for something fun for halloween. A game, or something, so that my fiancŽ and I can have a good party. Something different this year. Is this a ... Halloween store? I don’t remember seeing it here before, and you certainly have some amazingly bizarre items.”

“Ah,” the man said, and smiled a thin smile, “tis the season and all that. Indeed, you could say we are a store of many tricks for the All Hallows Eve holiday.

“ ... Ian, was it? I think I might have something that will suit you nicely...”

Ian followed the man as he moved back into the shop, and only after several turns did it occur to him - had he ever mentioned his name? Shaking his head again, Ian realized he must have. How else could the guy have known...

Ian halted suddenly to keep from walking into the back of the man, who was pulling something down from the top shelf at the back of the store.

“This has been here for some time ... oddly, no one seems to have noticed it during the holiday.”

He stepped back and held up a wooden box, covered with dust. He blew on the top, and a cloud of grey flew out from it. Ian inhaled a bit and began coughing and wheezing his asthma acting up almost immediately.

As he blinked away the tears from his coughing, he stumbled after the man, who was headed back towards the front of the shop. He hacked and wheezed and tried to speak.

“What... <cough> ... what is it?”

The suited man set the box down on the counter, and Ian stopped and finally got a good look at it. The box was made of some gorgeous swirling wood, deep oranges and blacks - clearly colors that screamed “halloween”. It looked ancient, though it obviously couldn’t be as old as it seemed. On the top was an intricately carved jack-o-lantern, with one side a face of evil mischief, and the other a strange expression of horror and ... something else. The light from a candle high up on a shelf flickered in the glistening wood and gave the illusion that candlelight was flickering in the eyes of the carved pumpkin.

Ian found himself staring at the box, almost hypnotized by its strange allure.

“I’ll take it...” he breathed.

The proprietor raised an eyebrow and let out a small sigh.

“Wouldn’t you like to know what it is, first?”

“Oh, uh,” Ian found himself blushing as he shook his head, “sure. Yeah.”

“This box contains a number of costume instructions - one to send to each of your guests so they can prepare for a party. The outfits, and the party - I feel I should warn you - may be a little ... risquŽ, by some standards.

“The final letter - not to be opened till all have arrived, contains the instructions to follow thenceforth. I am certain that you and your guests will be ... entertained by the resulting effects.”

Ian blinked. His eyes kept flickering back to the box. RisquŽ, huh? Well, as much as he loved Shauna, he had to admit he had hopes of making her a little bit more sexually ... open, if not adventurous. Maybe a slightly risquŽ Halloween game would be fun.

“Great! Sounds awesome! I’ll take it.”

The man smiled another thin smile, and muttered, “Of course you will.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper, and handed Ian a ball point pen as he unrolled it on the table next to the box.

“Please sign here.”

Ian took the pen and signed his name on the rolled out paper. The ink from the pen was a deep red. Ian chuckled slightly at the effect, clearly some sort of fake blood ink. Definitely a Halloween store.

“Enjoy your evening, Ian,” the man said with his thin smile, rolling the parchment up and slipping it into a drawer beneath the counter. Ian nodded and wandered out, carrying the box under one arm.

It was as he was opening the door to the apartment he and his fiancŽ had just moved into that it occurred to him - he couldn’t recall actually paying for the box. Shaking his head, he opened the door. Definitely a little out of sorts today. Well, at least he’d found them something different for Halloween this year.

Ian stared at himself in the mirror. He had to admit - the simplicity of his costume was a little disappointing. Still, he’d done his best to look his part. His hair was slicked back and dyed black, he was dressed in a sharp-looking gray suit - he’d even bought new glasses, small wire-rimmed things that had a slightly sinister look about them.

He picked up the yellowed piece of paper that he’d chosen from the box, its deep red wax seal now broken, and read it over briefly, nodding. Yep, simple, but he’d definitely done his best to look the part.

“Well, how does this look?”

He turned to look at Shauna and grinned. She stood in the doorway to their bathroom, shyly. She was wearing a sari - a blue one that looked gorgeous against her dark Indian skin, and from the sides of it poked her normal two arms ... and four additional ones. They’d managed to find the extra-arm kits at a halloween store nearby, and he had insisted they paint them to match Shauna’s brown skin. They looked surprisingly real, hanging from her sides, and tied to her real wrists so she could lift them and move them around.

He looked her up and down - she was cute, in a round way. Her face was pretty, and the fact that she was somewhat heavy had never really bothered him. The sari wrapped her soft, large breasts, and then flowed down over her hips to hang to the floor. She was wearing hidden platform heels that added a surprising amount of height - he’d thought that the description called for a woman slightly taller than her 5’1”.

He realized she was staring at him, waiting for a response.

“You look great, sweetie! Just like the description on your page. You’ll be perfect for this, I’m sure.”

She flashed a quick smile, and then exited the bedroom to go check on dinner.

“Thanks. I still feel a little silly - and a little stereotyped as the Indian-girl-with-six-arms. Weird that I happened to open that particular envelope. But I’ll admit, I’m curious to see what happens with this game you brought home.”

Ian nodded. He had to admit - he was a bit nervous about this whole event, since he had no idea what remained inside the last envelope in the box - sealed with an orange and black seal like the carving on the top. There were no other instructions anywhere, and he’d just sort of guessed how it should work based on what seemed right.

The ten red-sealed envelopes he’d mailed to each of the guests, after opening one of them himself. It had been fortunate that they’d had exactly as many as needed for the party - originally he’d thought they were only having eight guests (the three couples they’d originally planned to invite), but then Shauna had asked if she could invite a friend of hers who happened to be in town, and Betsy (Shauna’s friend), had called to ask if they could bring her husband’s cousin, making an even ten.

Yes, very lucky that they’d had the exact number of costume instructions that they needed...

He turned at the sound of the doorbell, and walked out of their bedroom with the box tucked under his arm, switching off the lights as he went.

Time for the party to start.

Ian stepped into the hallway to find his wife hugging another woman, her four extra-arms half-heartedly adding to the hug. As Shauna stepped away from her, Ian realized this must be her friend from out of town, as he didn’t recognize her.

“Hi,” she said, smiling with a slight blush in her cheeks, “I’m Nancy.”

Ian smiled back and shook her hand. Her voice was low and sultry, an amazingly sexy voice - he had to admit that as in love as he was with Shauna, something about Nancy and the sound of her voice he found mildly arousing.

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