Nate and Noras Halloween Bash
by MisterMilkshake
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Nate was sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of breakfast cereal, mindlessly scrolling his Instagram explore page. He lingered on another photo of a big titty goth girl in some skimpy cosplay outfit. swipe The video of a blonde in a white bikini who was bouncing for no reason looped three times as he stared at his phone swipe He squinted at the picture of a busty brunette in a sheer top. swipe
Nora stepped into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin white sleep shirt. The worn fabric clung to her curves. Nate couldn’t help but stare as she moved through the kitchen. “Morning!” she smiled.
“Oh, good morning,” he said nervously as he quickly swiped the app away and tapped the email icon.
“So I was thinking about the Halloween party,” she said, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Should we stock up on drinks, maybe hire a bartender? I think we’re getting a bit old for BYOB...”
“I don’t really wanna do Halloween this year,” he said meekly, studying her reaction.
“What? Why not?” she said with irritation. “It’s tradition.”
His eyes roamed her body. The thin shirt rode up as she bent over to get cream from the fridge. He tried desperately to stay focused on their conversation.
“After last time? I can’t do another party, Nora.”
She turned around and leaned against the counter. The shirt stretched tight across her tits, nipples poking through the thin fabric.
“Last time? You mean the fourth when you had a complete meltdown over nothing?”
“Nothing?” Nate’s voice cracked. “I saw you in the hot tub, you were...”
“I was what?” Nora cut him off, her voice sharp. “Hanging out with your guests because you lost your shit and knocked yourself out in a drunken stupor?”
“You weren’t just ‘hanging out’,” he said, doing air quotes.
Her voice was calm, patient, like she was explaining something to a child. “Are we really doing this again? For the millionth time, you were drunk, concussed and hallucinated whatever sick delusion you came up with.”
“What about the shed, was that a hallucination too?” he said indignantly.
Nora’s expression sharpened. “The shed incident? Where there was no fucking light? Where you pressured me to meet you there for some cheap thrill, and I ended up with your coworker’s dick in my mouth instead ... You think that was fun for me? Getting taken advantage of because you couldn’t be bothered to fix a goddamn light?” she spat.
“You didn’t look like you minded too much,” Nate said accusingly before pulling back and wincing.
Her face turned from irritation to white hot rage. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you seriously blaming me? Classic, fucking classic. A woman gets assaulted and it’s her fault because she ‘didn’t seem to mind.’ FUCK YOU! Don’t blame me because you can’t man up and admit your mistakes!” she shouted.
“I just ... I didn’t mean...” he started.
“I know exactly what you meant, Nate!” she snapped. “For some reason you keep letting your paranoid delusions run your fucking life. You destroyed your career, you were unemployed for months after quitting your dream job over nothing, and now you’re stuck at a job you hate, making half the money. You’re fucking up your life, our life. At what point do I call the fucking psych ward and have you committed?” She crossed her arms and stared.
“That’s not how it happened...” he said softly.
“That’s exactly how it happened!” She slammed her palm on the countertop. “You threw away everything you worked for because you can’t trust me. Do you ever stop to think about how that makes me feel?”
“I just ... I can’t handle another party right now,” he said.
“Well too bad,” she said firmly, “because I already told people we’re doing it!” She stormed out of the room.
Nate sat there contemplating whether she was right. “Was it all in my head?” he thought to himself. The drunken memory got fuzzier every day.
Ten minutes later, when Nora walked back into the kitchen, Nate was still sitting in the same spot staring through his bowl of soggy Froot Loops.
She walked over and gently sat on his lap, the shirt riding up so her barely covered ass was directly on his jeans. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her panties and the denim.
“Hey ... I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but do you really think isolating yourself will make it better?” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I think you need this. It’ll be fun, things were stressful while you were out of work.”
She straddled him, pressing her tits against his chest. His dick rose defiantly to attention under her.
“I don’t know...” he sighed.
“Come on.” She ground her hips slightly, feeling his erection against her. “If you won’t do it to take care of yourself, will you do it for me?” she said in her baby voice as she made puppy dog eyes at him.
He started to groan softly as she gyrated in his lap, but he tried to stay focused. “Okay ... We can do the party...” he said reluctantly. But it was mostly his dick doing the thinking by that point.
She squeaked as her mood flipped like a switch. “So, I was thinking we could hire some entertainment,” she said, still moving slightly on his lap. “I saw this guy on TikTok who does street magic,” she said, pulling up her phone to show a Criss Angel wannabe doing card tricks in the street to impress underage girls.
“This guy? No way!” Nate laughed.
“What? Why not?” she replied indignantly.
“He looks like a total creep! I don’t need some asshole with a leather jacket and a My First Magic Kit hitting on you all night.”
Nora rolled her eyes. “Oh my god! You’re being paranoid again! You literally sound like a crazy person right now.”
He sighed. “Look, if you want to hire some entertainment, fine, but not this guy,” he said finally.
“Okay ... What then?” she challenged.
“I don’t know. I’ll find something, okay?”
She huffed. “Okay, but can you at least do a couples costume with me again?” she asked, touching his arm. “We still have Batman and Harley Quinn from last year. That was a big hit.”
“That Harley Quinn costume? Nah, it’s way too small, every guy was eyeing you like a piece of meat last time, and now you’re ... you’re curvier ... I mean, in a good way! Not like fat! I mean with your training, you’ve filled out more ... In the right places I mean...”
“Oh my god, Nate! Can you even do a compliment right?” She shook her head in frustration. “I’ve worked really hard on this body, I’m proud of myself, okay? There’s nothing wrong with showing off your hard work.”
“If it was tight last year, I doubt it will even fit you anymore,” he said, like he’d just checkmated her.
“That’s exactly why I got a sewing kit to make some alterations,” she responded smugly.
“Nora, come on ... that thing barely covers you.”
She ground her hips, dragging her pussy along the length of his hard-on. “What’s wrong with showing off a little? Maybe we’ll make everyone jealous of you.” She smiled at him.
“Every guy at the party will be staring at you.”
“You’re staring at me right now,” she said with a wide grin, jerking her hips into him.
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“Because you’re my girlfriend.”
“Right. So maybe you should trust me instead of obsessing over imaginary problems.”
“Well, I don’t even have the Batman costume anymore. I ... uh ... I lost it,” Nate stammered. “So, ya know, we wouldn’t be able to do a couples costume.”
“Lost it? It’s in your closet, I saw it like a week ago.”
“Nope! I checked! I think I threw it away by accident or something. You know me, Mr. Absent-minded!” He laughed nervously, knocking on his forehead.
“But I’ll still do a couples costume with you! What about Deadpool? We could be like, Lady Deadpool and regular Deadpool,” he offered.
“Deadpool? That’s so ... basic.”
“Oh, and hot girl in a Harley Quinn costume is a Nora original?”
She rolled her eyes, giggling against her will. “Okay, okay, that’s fair, but ... how many people are gonna be Deadpool? Seriously...”
“Deadpool is cool! Not just anyone can pull it off, it’ll be unique, it’ll be a big hit!”
She looked at him trying to maintain a serious expression before failing after only a second or two. “Fine. Order the Deadpool costumes,” she conceded with a smile.
“But if they suck, it’s your fault.” She pushed her finger into his chest and pushed herself up from his lap ass first, then sauntered out of the room.
His eyes were transfixed on her butt until she rounded the corner, out of sight.
Pulling out his phone to order them, he immediately got sidetracked thinking about the entertainer. He had to find someone before Nora brought up this street magic doofus again. A search for local acts brought up limited options, but he managed to find what he was looking for: Captain Synapse: Mindsmith Extraordinaire, a non-threatening middle-aged mentalist who survived on corporate events and birthday parties.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself as he made the booking.
Two weeks later, Nora walked into his home office in a pair of yoga pants that hugged her ass perfectly, momentarily making him forget what the hell he was working on. “When are the Deadpool costumes supposed to arrive? You did order them, right?”
Nate winced and cursed himself under his breath, then turned to Nora. “Of course I did. They’re on their way right now. I’ll check on the order status when I’m done here.”
“The party is a little over a week away. Maybe I should go ahead and alter my Harley Quinn costume just in case.”
“No!” he blurted out. “The costumes will be here on time, I’ve got it under control!”
“ ... Okay, I’m trusting you.” She blew him a kiss as she walked out of the room.
The moment she left, he frantically searched for Deadpool costumes. Most of them had delivery dates over a week out. He finally found a matching pair that would arrive on time for a hefty rush shipping fee.
The costumes managed to arrive the day of the party. Nate signed for the package and walked them directly to the kitchen to show Nora as she made herself a coffee.
“See?” he said, tossing the package on the table. “Told you they’d be here.”
Nora stared at him. “Barely. You don’t get to be smug about that.”
She took the costume out and held it up to her. “It looks small. Are you sure you got the right size?”
“I got the right size,” he said defensively. “It’s probably just the way it’s folded. Just try it on.”
She disappeared up the stairs. When she came back down several minutes later, Nate had to do a double take.
The costume perfectly framed her tits and a strategically placed strip of “battle damage” showed plenty of cleavage. The pants were even tighter, hugging her ass and hips, outlining every curve.
“I’ll admit, you didn’t do too bad. I like it,” she said, tugging at the fabric.
“I don’t know. Maybe you were right about the size, it looks small,” he said.
“I said I like it. My God, take the win.” She did a little spin and the fabric stretched even tighter. “Pretty sexy, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, you look amazing. It’s just ... a bit tighter than I expected, and I didn’t realize it would be so ... revealing,” he said, gesturing to her cleavage.
“Seriously, can you stop being so paranoid for once? Even when you get your way, you still find something to freak out about!”
“I’m not freaking out, I just wonder if maybe ... we can find something else.”
“You got your way, and I actually like what you picked, stop making everything difficult!”
She sighed. “Look, I have to pick up a few more party supplies. I’m wearing the costume tonight,” she said matter-of-factly before heading back up the stairs to change.
Nate managed to convince himself she was right. “It’s not showing nearly as much skin at least...” He told himself it would be alright and he went to try his costume on.
“Perfect fit!” he said as he admired himself in the bedroom mirror. He struck a few Deadpool poses before his eyes drifted to Nora’s costume laid out on the bed. The nagging voice in his head was back with a vengeance. “It’s too tight!”, “It shows too much cleavage”, “Everyone will be after her.”
He picked up Nora’s sewing kit from the dresser and her costume off the bed. “How hard can it be?”
A haphazardly skimmed tutorial and one short YouTube video filled him with unearned confidence. Once he started cutting, it became clear that spandex was going to be trickier than he’d expected. The more he cut, the more it seemed to shapeshift. He tried to sew it back together but the fabric continually stretched and deformed in seemingly impossible ways.
“Shit,” he muttered, continually making it worse.
By the time he stepped back to look at his work, the costume was a tattered mess. It was barely recognizable as a piece of clothing anymore.
He heard the garage door opening.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he huffed in a panic, trying to hide the destroyed costume by folding it into a rumpled pile. He sprinted to the living room, turned on the TV, and tried to look like he hadn’t moved from that spot.
When Nora walked in with shopping bags, she took one look at his nervous, sweaty face and immediately knew something was up.
“What are you doing?” she said. “And why are my scissors in your hand?” Her voice was steadily rising.
Nate looked down at the scissors. “SHIT!”
“What did you do?” Her voice grew louder still.
“Nothing!” Nate tossed the scissors behind the couch.
She dropped the shopping bags on the floor and marched to the bedroom. Seconds later, he heard her shriek through the house. “NATE!”
As he slinked back, she charged toward him with a tattered mess of red and black fabric.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She held up the ruined costume. “I was gone for an hour, Nate. A fucking hour!”
“I was trying to help. It was too tight ... I thought I could ... fix it,” he said nervously.
“Fix what? I told you it was fine! And now look at it!” She threw the costume at him. “It’s completely destroyed!”
“Maybe we can find you something else,” he offered desperately.
“Where??? The party’s in an hour!” She screamed and jabbed her finger toward the clock. “Now I have to wear the Harley Quinn costume because I have no other options! And I don’t even have time to alter it at this point!!! You better hope to God I can still squeeze into it!”
“You can’t wear that! It barely fit you last year, Nora!”
“Well, it’s all I’ve got thanks to you. The costume you were so desperate for me not to wear. Congratulations, genius. You played yourself.”
A few minutes later, Nora trotted down the stairs in the Harley Quinn costume. Nate’s jaw dropped.
The tiny red and blue shorts barely covered her ass. They were so tight they’d ridden all the way up into her ass, and the front was stretched so thin he could see every detail of her pussy. The seams were pulled tight enough to see each thread struggling to hang on. Her tits barely fit into the tight T-shirt material, stretching tight over her chest, nipples clearly visible through the material.
“Jesus Christ, Nora.”
“This is what I’ve got, thanks!” she said, adjusting the shorts that immediately rode back up.
She bent over to fix her stiletto boot, and when she stood up, the tiny top had pulled up to show full under-boob, and a sliver of her nipples.
“Maybe you should just change into something else? Do you really need a costume?”
“Do I need a costume?” she laughed mockingly. “For my own Halloween party? Are you fucking serious right now?” She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Maybe if you’d ordered the costume on time, maybe if you hadn’t ruined it, or maybe if you hadn’t been such a fucking psycho in the first place, I could have just altered this costume like I planned!”
“But I ordered it...”
She interrupted, “You ordered it at the last minute, lied about it, and paid out the ass for emergency shipping! Do you think I’m fucking stupid? I saw the receipt in the package!”
Nate opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He looked at his feet as his stomach twisted into a knot.
He dragged himself to the bathroom and hid there until the party started.
Through the door, he could hear Nora roaming the house humming “This Is Halloween” as she put up the last of the decorations.
He covered his ears as the song began to feel like a dark omen. Dread twisted in the pit of his stomach.
The doorbell rang.
Nate cautiously stepped out of the bathroom just in time to watch Nora’s ass sway hypnotically toward the front door in the impossibly tight Harley Quinn shorts.
“Oh my god, Nora!” came a shrill squeal through the entryway. “You look fucking incredible! Like, literally a goddess!”
Nate pulled on his Deadpool mask and followed Nora to find a woman dressed as Wednesday Addams with pigtails and a short black dress that barely covered her ass.
“Jess! You made it!” Nora said, hugging her friend. “I love the look, girl!”
“Thanks, babe! You know I had to go full goth queen,” Jess said, immediately pulling out her phone. “I’m literally obsessed with this whole aesthetic right now.” She struck a pose, checking herself in her phone camera. “And holy shit, look at you! That costume is so hot! You’re serving major body goals!”
Nate shuddered. He hated most of Nora’s college friends, but especially Jess. Every word out of her mouth sounded like she was performing for a reel.
“Wait, turn slightly left. Perfect! The lighting is actually decent in here,” Jess continued, snapping selfies of her and Nora, striking several ridiculous poses.
Before Nate could act the gracious host and greet her, the doorbell rang again. Nora opened the door to find another college friend, Sarah, dressed as a sexy nurse with her tits practically spilling out of her costume.
“Nora! Girl, you look amazing!” Sarah said, giving her a big hug. “That costume is insane on you. Look at that booty girl! I’m so jealous of your progress.”
Nora shook her ass, sticking it out as Jess and Sarah squealed with delight.
“Thanks, babe! You too, that nurse outfit is so cute,” Nora replied.
Behind Sarah, Nate spotted his doppelganger. A guy in the exact same Deadpool costume as him strutted right in past the girls and started looking around the room.
“Who’s that?” asked Sarah.
“One of the guys from my gym, I think,” Nora replied.
“Hey! You made it!” Nora waved to him.
“Hey, Nora!” he said, giving her a hug with his hand resting on her lower back that lasted a little too long. “Haven’t seen you at the gym lately. You switching up your schedule?”
“Oh, I’m kind of working around Brock’s schedule. He’s an amazing trainer! My results have been incredible, and he cut me a break when Nate was ... having financial troubles.”
“Brock... “ Nate growled under his breath.
Nate studied the other Deadpool’s costume. It was absolutely identical. “Not the end of the world. People have the same costume sometimes, it’s cool...” he thought to himself.
Nora saw him looking at the other Deadpool and gave Nate the ol’ “told ya so” look.
Emma arrived next in her sexy witch costume with a dress that showed the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Behind her stood another guy in an identical Deadpool costume. Nora looked at him, then at Nate, covering her mouth and snickering as Jess whispered something in her ear that made them both giggle.
“This is my friend Alexei,” Emma said. “Hope it’s cool I brought him.”
“Hello, thank you for having me to party,” Alexei said in a thick Russian accent, holding up an expensive-looking bottle of vodka. “I bring gift.”
“Aww, that’s sweet! Thank you, Alexei, it’s so nice to meet you,” Nora replied cheerfully. “Of course you’re welcome here. The more the merrier!”
The other two Deadpools noticed each other, stopped, and pointed at each other and started to laugh. Then they both pointed at Nate.
“Yo, we’re triplets!” one of them called out.
Nate spun around and exited the room with an exasperated sigh.
Over the next half hour, guests continued arriving in waves. A couple dressed as Dracula and Elvira, some people from Nora’s yoga class in various low-effort costumes. Some guy Nora seemed to know from who-knows-where dressed as Jack Sparrow.
Nate answered the door when a balding middle-aged man in a cheap suit showed up, introducing himself loudly as “Captain Synapse, Mindsmith Extraordinaire!”
“You’re late,” Nate said in annoyance.
“Time is but an illusion, my boy!” he declared as he brushed past him.
“I’m not paying for the first hour, it’s almost over!” Nate shot back as the man wandered away.
Captain Synapse made his rounds to the guests, focusing on the more attractive women, and offering to “read their minds,” but most people just politely ignored him.
Meanwhile, people continued trickling in, including another Deadpool. Then another.
“Are you serious? Did they fucking coordinate this shit?” Nate muttered under his breath, watching the identical red and black figures filling his home.
By the time the fifth Deadpool walked through his door, Jess had apparently reached her limit, too.
“Oh my god, what is it with basic guys and Deadpool?” she whispered loudly to Nora, swinging her drink around dramatically. “It’s literally like the official incel uniform at this point. So cringe!”
“Hey!” Nate said defensively, his voice cracking slightly.
Jess turned to look at him like she’d just been reminded he existed. Her eyes took in his costume with obvious disdain.
“Oh...” She paused. “I mean, not you, obviously,” she said dismissively without making eye contact.
“Actually, he wanted us both to be Deadpool,” Nora chimed in. “Until he destroyed my costume trying to ‘fix’ it because it was ‘too tight.’”
Jess let out a sharp laugh. “Oh wow. That’s ... that’s actually worse.”
She gestured to Nora’s ass. “And this is what you wore instead? Love it!” she said, cackling.
She immediately pulled out her phone. “Babe, we need to post some pics of you in this costume! It’s fucking obscene! You slay!”
Nate stood there fuming as Jess walked away, already distracted by her messages and the next photo opportunity.
Twenty minutes later, Brock showed up wearing a Deadpool costume too.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Nate said under his breath, watching Brock walk in with a six-pack of Modelo and a friendly smile.
Brock introduced himself with a firm handshake. “Glad we could finally meet, I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Likewise,” Nate said weakly.
“Nora’s great, you’re a lucky man. You’ve got great taste in costumes too, I see,” he said, pointing at their identical costumes.
“Heh, yeah,” Nate forced a polite smile.
“Where is she, anyway?” Brock asked.
Nate scanned the room. “Uhh, somewhere around here.” He looked back in Brock’s direction, but he had already wandered off to mingle.
“Well, fuck you too, Brock ... what a douchebag,” he said under his breath.
Feeling increasingly isolated, he looked around the room at all these people he barely knew. The guest list was almost entirely Nora’s friends and acquaintances. He felt like a stranger at his own party.
Looking for Nora, he walked around the house, then out onto the back deck, counting Deadpools along the way. 1, 2, 3, 4, Brock made five. “Shit...” Then he pointed at himself. “Six...”
After grabbing a Modelo from the fridge, he finally found Nora. She was hanging out by the pool talking to Brock.
“ ... shit happens, I’m sure he was trying to help. But you still look great,” Brock said. “I don’t usually see you all done up. All our training is really paying off. You look incredible.”
He was staring directly at her ass as he said it, which was mostly exposed as the tiny shorts disappeared up her ass.
“Thanks, Brock,” she said, doing a little spin that made her tits bounce and the shorts ride up even more. “All thanks to you!” she said, touching his arm.
“You’re the one putting in the work, Nora,” Brock said. “You should be proud.” He smiled wide.
Nate wanted to punch him in the face. Here was this asshole examining his girlfriend’s body like she was a piece of meat.
“Do another spin,” Brock said, eyes glued to her body.
Nora grinned and did another turn, slower this time, drawing eyes from all over the backyard.
“Goddamn,” Nate heard someone comment.
“Hey, babe,” he piped up behind her.
“Oh ... hey. This is Brock, my trainer, and Brock, this is Nate,” she said, narrowing her eyes toward him.
“Yeah, we already met,” Nate said, trying to hide his disdain.
“K...” she drew out. “I was just explaining to Brock here why I’m not wearing the Deadpool costume, and how I’m stuck with the one you were so desperate for me not to wear, all because you ruined it.”
“I told you, I was trying to help,” Nate said, his voice cracking slightly.
“Right,” Nora said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Super helpful. Just like always.”
“Well,” Brock said nervously, trying to break the tension, “I think you look amazing. All that hard work in the gym, and you’re not afraid to show it off. Good for you.”
“Thank you, Brock,” Nora said, her voice softening as she looked at him. “At least someone appreciates the effort I put in.”
Nate’s face began to turn red as the anger welled in his throat.
“Well, I’m gonna grab a drink,” Nora announced, walking toward the kitchen. Every eye in the room followed her ass as she moved.
Nate paced around the party trying to calm down, ranting under his breath. “You look amazing,” he mocked, “You’re not afraid to show off your sexy body, I can’t wait to try to get in your pants behind Nate’s back ... what a fucking piece of shit!”
The gears started turning in his head. “You wanna show up at my house and ogle my girl?” he started talking faster under his breath. “How about I show her what a little bitch you are, huh?”
Nate’s eyes lit up as he remembered something. He stomped to the garage, digging through boxes until he found the remote control spider from a couple years back that he’d used to prank one of his buddies. It was buried behind the expensive pickleball gear he’d bought and used exactly once. “Perfect...” he said to himself, checking that the batteries still worked.
He returned to the back porch where most of the partygoers were too wrapped up in their own conversations to pay him any attention. He carefully positioned the mechanical spider on the door frame above the entrance, adjusting the drop mechanism so it would fall right where someone’s head would be when walking through. He tested the angle twice, then stuck the remote in his pocket.
Leaning against the wall, he tried to look casual as he waited for Brock to come back out.
After a few minutes, he spotted Brock heading toward the door. Nate’s heart started racing as he palmed the remote.
“That’s it, Brock, step through the door so we can all see you scream like a little bitch,” he whispered to himself, thumb hovering over the button.
Brock approached the doorway. Nate waited for the perfect moment and hit the button.
Nothing happened.
“What the fuck?” he whispered, frantically pressing the button as Brock passed right under the spider.
“Piece of shit!” Nate muttered, mashing the button repeatedly. “Come on, come on!”
Just then, Nora emerged from the kitchen with her drink.
The mechanical spider dropped right onto her head.
“EEEEK! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Nora screamed. “Get it off, get it off!!!” She jumped backward, flailing.
She tripped over her high heels and fell straight onto her ass. Her drink spilled all over her chest as she hit the ground hard.
The seams of her barely-held-together shorts burst from the impact as her plump ass hit the ground.
“FUCK!” she screamed from the floor.
Nate rushed to her as half the party looked on.
“Nora! Are you okay?” he said, kneeling beside her.
The red cocktail had stained and soaked through the thin crop top, making it completely transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric, hard from the cold liquid.
One side of the shorts had completely split open, the other was barely hanging on. Nate reached his hand out, and she swatted it away as she picked herself up and tried to hold the fabric together as her full ass was exposed to everyone.
“Are you okay?” Nate asked.
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