A Halloween Special (October Prompt)

“Um, excuse me?”

Ichabod hummed before turning around from the shelf he was organising items on to face the man who had approached him. Looking over the young, slim man, probably just starting college with how young he looked.

“Of course, how can I help you sir?” Ichabod asked, being polite even as the other man blushed and tried to sink into his large hoodie.

“Well, me and my friends are looking for a group costume. I know it’s a bit last minute and it doesn’t help that we have a bit of a budget too, but we want something that’ll catch people’s eyes.” The slim man said, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced around, clearing frowning at the sight of some of the more expensive or clearly knock off costumes on display.

“Hmm, I might have an idea for you and your friends.”Before walking over to a shelf, Ichabod pulled out a few costume packs that looked to contain singlets for high school wrestling. Presenting the costumes, Ichabod could see the young man hesitate at the offered clothing.

“Aren’t they a bit… revealing?” The young man said as he took hold of one of the packets, seeing the photo of the fit model on the tag of the costume. Ichabod couldn’t help but shake his head playfully, taking in how the young man kept his eyes on the photo of the model.

“Oh, it’s well insulated, Besides, wearing this will help bring the attention to you guys.” Ichabod offered as he tried not to be too aggressive with offering the singlets. “Besides, we have an offer of three for the price of one.”

The young man looked over the singlets with the offer on hand before shrugging his slim shoulders. “I guess so. Besides, we can add some stuff to them.”

“Exactly, maybe one of you goes as a circus strong man. I’m sure you and your friends will make great use of them.” Ichabod said with a chuckle as he guided the young man to the cashier so he could ring up the order. As he placed the costumes in the bag for the young man, Ichabod made sure to let a bit of magic flow into the singlets. Ichabod smiled as he waved goodbye to the young man, eager for what the night will hold for him and his friends.

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“I can’t believe you bought wrestling singlets.” Carl was exasperated as he and his friends looked over the costume packs that Dylan had bought.

“Hey, they were on sale. We can go as wrestlers,” Dylan said, trying to justify his purchase even as he had tried to convince himself over the purchase. “Besides, you guys didn’t bring any other choice.”

“Better than nothing,” Chris said, trying to keep an argument from spilling out between his friends. “And with the different colours, we can maybe go as a troop of circus strong men?”

Carl sighed as he realised he was outvoted regarding the costume. “Fine, but we stick together at the party. I don’t want to deal with the football team wearing nothing but a singlet.”

“Okay. Maybe we can see if there’s anything else we can add to them. Let’s try them on before we head out.” Chris suggested grabbing one of the singlets before walking over to the bathroom before Carl and Dylan grabbed their own before leaving for a room to change themselves.

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“Huh, guess it isn’t too bad.” Chris said as he stepped back into the living room, pulling at the dark blue strap against his slim chest. The pale sideline highlighted against his dark skin. Chris didn’t have to wait long before Dylan came back into the living room too, his pale skin contrasted against the neon red and white singlet, pulling against the surprisingly tight spandex.

“I didn’t expect them to be so tight; The tag said they were medium-to-large,” Dylan said, blushing deeply at how exposed the singlet left him and his friends.

“Well, at least the colours aren’t too much of an eyesore.” Carl sighed as he stepped back into the room, his tanned, slightly hairy body dressed in a tight violet singlet, a black line going down his sides as he tossed his clothing on the couch.

“I gotta say, they’re warmer than I thought they’d be.” Dylan said with a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the singlet over his slim stomach, not getting how the usually thin material made him feel warm.

“Yeah, well, at least we don’t have to worry about getting cold at the party.” Chris said, snapping the singlet straps; he had to admit they felt warming that he expected for lycra. As the three men got to work putting on their tennis shoes to head out, neither one seemed to notice how they seemed to have grown a bit more with every step they took.

Getting out into the night air, the three students passed other groups of costumed guys and girls on their way to their parties. Occasionally a few passing groups would pass to take in the seeming growing men, who were now sporting thicker beards over their fattening faces. Their slim waists widening as the singlets stretched against their fattening forms, their toned chests puffing out into round moobs that pressed out against the singlet straps. As they kept on their way, shoes pinching against their growing feet, growing taller with every step. With one group passing them, Dylan smiled and waved to them, giving a quick chat as the groups passed one another.

It wasn’t long before the trio arrived at the local fraternity party, knocking on the door before it was opened by one of the frat brothers. The fit man was looking up to the immense size, singlet clad men. “Oh, hey there. Guys! The Big Bears are here!” The frat brother greeted before yelling back into the house to announce the arrival of the massive men, earning a cheer from the crowd. When the more petite man stepped aside, Dylan, Carl and Chris began squeezing their bulky bodies through the comparatively tiny doorway, each man finding it harder than the first guy. Dylan squeezed through fairly quickly before Carl struggled as his wide belly moobs squished against the doorframe, grunting as he forced himself through with Chris pressing against the stuck man’s broad backside. After Carl, Chris himself struggled through the door as his fat ass and thick thighs proved an issue. Carl and Dylan grabbed the huge widening man’s thick arms and tried pulling him through, the wooden door frame cracking against Chris as the growing crowd watched, their loud cheers almost drowning out the echoing crack as Chris finally got through. The giant hairy men were taking up the foyer; their sweaty mass was stretching out the singlets as they stood there, wobbling from the movement of forcing their way in.

“Glad you guys made it. We got the buffet set up for you three.”

Looking down over his swollen gut and wobbling moobs, the now bearded Dylan smiled at the fraternity head as he patted the gigantic man on the gut.

“That’s good. Always an issue when a place doesn’t have enough food.” Carl chuckled as he brought a baseball mitt sized hand up to his face, his thick upper arm and swollen moobs pressing together as he scratched his dense, dirty blonde beard. His once short hair has grown out to brush against his broad shoulders.

“Would go for a drink myself.” Chris chuckled before he waddled off towards the main room, shaking the house with every step he took, his feet tearing out of the tiny tennis shoes he had been wearing, the socks straining to contain the thick ankles and fat feet. “You guys brought the kegs?”

“Yeah, can’t wait to break our record of chugging them.” Dylan said, his growing body filled with more confidence than he had since this morning. Thumping his huge gut before a deep belch rumbled out of him, earning another cheer from the small men as the three growing bears made their way into the living room to feast and drink, ready to enjoy their night.

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“So, I see you’ve been helping out customers again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Ichabod looked over his drink before smirking, seeing his colleague Sean scrolling through some feed on his smartphone.

“Really? Then how come a frat party now has a room full of swollen blobs of men who are chugging kegs like they’re normal beer cans?” Sean asked, holding up the phone screen to face Ichabod, giving the mage a glance at a photostream showing three hairy blimps that looked like overinflated men. One in a dark blue singlet and another in a violet one chugging beer kegs in a cramped room, bringing the barrels over their vast bellies and moobs to drink as their widening ass and thighs threatened to break the walls and whatever furniture that was unlucky to be caught under the wave of lycra covered flab.

“Well, I thought they could use a confidence boost.” Ichabod defended as the stream of images led to another showing the young man he had sold the singlets to. Only now, the giant man seemed to be laying down on the grass of the frat house, a house leading into his beard framed mouth as an average-sized guy laid between his moobs, one hand raised to take the selfie featuring the two. “Besides, the spell ensures everyone thinks it’s normal they’re so big.”

“I assume they’ll keep growing?”

“It’ll be a bit accelerated till midnight, then they grow the ‘average’ amount.” Ichabod said, taking a sip of his drink as Sean sighed before turning back to his phone, making a note about the potential size the clients might get.