THE YEARLY HALLOWEEN PARTY IV (XWG)

Halloween Night - 2017

“Behave yourself!”

Angelina let out a playful growl, swatting Tyler’s hands away as he roamed them over her plush, curvy figure. The two of them were tucked into a secluded corner of the party, her Halloween event in full swing around them. Her friends filled the room, dressed in every kind of costume, their laughter and chatter blending with the music. The party was as huge as she’d hoped, and she was thrilled to be the main attraction.

Her sexy cat costume was perfectly tailored to showcase her curves, hugging her hips, cinching at her waist, and accentuating her ample chest. The black, shimmery fabric stretched over her fuller figure in a way that was both tight and flattering, the neckline plunging to reveal a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Her soft belly pressed against the fabric, creating the faintest hint of a curve beneath the costume, and her rounded hips filled it out beautifully. She felt powerful, like a queen at her own party, enjoying every appreciative glance and lingering stare.

Tyler, dressed as a fighter pilot, had been by her side most of the night, his eyes never straying far from her figure. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and Angelina felt a thrill at the way he seemed mesmerized by her new shape. “You’re dangerous,” he whispered, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her close.

“Me?” she replied, arching an eyebrow as she leaned into him. “I thought you were the one with the fighter jet,” she teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling back. She saw a hint of frustration in his eyes—he clearly wanted more, but she was in control, and she loved it.

She adjusted her costume, feeling the fabric stretch snugly over her hips as she made her way back to the snack table, where a group of her friends had gathered. She grabbed a plate and began piling it high with Mac and Cheese, a small handful of salad leaves, Halloween-themed cookies decorated like little pumpkins and ghosts, and a stack of sliders. Her plate was practically overflowing, but she didn’t care. She reached for a bowl of pretzels, popping one into her mouth as she joined her friends, who were giggling and whispering together.

One of her friends, a tall, thin, blonde dressed as a sultry vampire, nudged her and pointed across the room to where Riri was standing by herself near the punch bowl. Riri was dressed as Poison Ivy, wrapped in a green costume that hugged her own chubby frame. Though Riri had lost some weight recently, she was still visibly overweight, her belly and thighs filling out the costume in a way that drew the amused glances from the crowd.

Angelina smirked, feeling a rush of satisfaction as she saw her friends eyeing Riri with barely concealed amusement. “Look at her,” Angelina muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Did she really think she could pull off Poison Ivy?”

One of her friends snickered, shaking her head. “Yeah, like that costume was going to hide anything. You’d think she’d at least try to cover up a bit.”

Another friend, a petite brunette dressed as a sexy dentist, added, “I mean, seriously, she’s got no business showing off like that. Not with all… that.” She made a vague gesture toward her own midsection, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Angelina laughed, popping another pretzel into her mouth. “Guess she’s just owning it,” she said sarcastically, loading her fork with Mac and Cheese and shoving it into her mouth. She could feel the satisfying weight of the food filling her stomach as she chewed, the creamy, savory flavors distracting her momentarily. But her eyes kept drifting back to Riri, who was shifting awkwardly by the punch bowl, casting glances her way.

“Did you see her plate?” one of her friends asked, her voice filled with mock horror. “She’s got, like, five sliders on there! She’s going for a personal best.”

Angelina cackled as she stuffed another slider into her mouth. She felt an odd sense of satisfaction mocking Riri, but deep down, she knew it was just projection. Her own plate was even more loaded—two more sliders, heaps of Mac and Cheese, a small mountain of cookies, and the lone leaves of salad that were barely visible beneath everything else. She pushed the thought aside as she took another large bite, feeling the comforting fullness in her stomach.

As the laughter around her died down, Riri finally gathered the courage to make her way over. Angelina watched her approach, unable to hide the slight sneer on her face, though she quickly replaced it with a neutral expression as Riri arrived, holding her plate, which looked modest in comparison to Angelina’s.

“Hey, Angelina,” Riri said, her voice shy but cheerful. “Great party! I… I’ve been wanting to come over and say hi for a while.”

Angelina forced a smile, swallowing the mouthful of slider she’d been chewing. “Thanks, Riri. Nice costume,” she said, though her tone was lukewarm at best. She could feel her friends watching, their eyes dancing with barely concealed amusement.

Riri blushed, glancing down at herself, clearly feeling self-conscious under Angelina’s gaze. “Oh, um… thanks! You look amazing, by the way,” she added, her eyes flicking over Angelina’s figure with a kind of admiration that was impossible to miss.

Angelina smirked, adjusting the neckline of her costume to show off her ample cleavage. “Yeah, this costume’s been a hit,” she said, feeling a wave of satisfaction as Riri’s eyes widened, taking in how the fabric clung to her curves. “A little snug, maybe, but it’s Halloween. Might as well go all out, right?”

Riri nodded, her cheeks flushed, clearly uncomfortable but unable to look away. “Right… absolutely,” she stammered, shifting her weight as she adjusted her own costume.

Angelina leaned in, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “Enjoy the snacks, Riri. They’re killer tonight,” she said with a smirk, patting Riri’s soft belly, causing Angelina and her friends to burst into a fit of laughter.