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Halloween was Courtney’s favorite holiday. Who wouldn’t love a holiday where you got candy from complete strangers? This year was going to be the best too. Now, some said she had grown too old for this, but she wasn’t going to stop. At 16, Courtney was about 5’5” and weighed around 145 lbs. She was fairly chubby for her age, but wasn’t too concerned about her weight. She played soccer, and ran track during the winter and the spring. She usually stayed in shape.
Back to Halloween, it was Halloween night. Courtney was dressed as a cheerleader, which was quite the opposite of her personality. Of course, the extra pounds she carried pushed out the front of her outfit. She could drive now, so she set off around 7:00. She hit up every house in sight, and finally came to a final house. This one didn’t have a light on, and said “No Trick-or-Treaters!” She thought this was just a joke, to scare the younger kids. She went to the door and rang the bell. A fat old lady came to the door and scoffed. “Can you not read? No trick-or-treaters! You’re the fifth one. That’s it, no more,” she said, “Take this and leave.” She handed Courtney an apple.
‘An apple,’ she though, ‘what kind of treat is this?’
That night, Courtney ate all her candy, and also put on five pounds. She finally came to the apple. ‘I might as well, I’ve eaten everything else.’ She took a bite. It was sour, but for some reason, great. She ate the whole thing and laid back to sleep. The next morning, she woke up, feeling hungry. She saw nothing in her house, and so went outside. There was a letter. She picked it up, and began to read it.

‘Little girl,
I didn’t appreciate you coming to my house last night, waking me up. But, I realize you’re a nice girl, so I’d like you to come over for a snack sometime, it will be a good chance for us to get to know one another.'
Bertha Wilson

‘That’s strange,’ she thought, ‘but I am really hungry, and could use a meal.’
So Courtney went to Mrs. Wilson’s house. After knocking on the door, the fat old woman answered. “Ah, I expected to see you. Hungry I bet?”
“Yes, may I come in?”
“Of course, dear, what is you name?”
“Ummm, Courtney, thank you for inviting me.”
Courtney walked in, the house was run down, and there were bags of stuff everywhere. She walked into the kitchen to find a meal of all meat. Sausage, ham, steak, bacon, you name it. She found herself diving in, eating everything in her sight. Soon, the table was clear, and she sat with a full stomach. After patting it, Mrs. Wilson asked if she was full. “I think so,” Courtney replied.
“Would you mind staying around and helping me? I’ll make you some more food if you do.”
Courtney agreed, and started picking up around the house. She felt her stomach gurgle, like something was moving around in it. She felt like she was hungry again. Mrs. Wilson had another meat meal ready for her. “Why so much meat?” Courtney asked.
“Nothing will satisfy like meat my dear. Nothing.”
Courtney went out to the barn to help and found her stomach killing her, she never felt so hungry before. Mrs. Wilson opened the door and Courtney found herself in a slaughter house. Dead cows and pigs were everywhere. They looked like fresh kills. She started to gag at the smell.
“Now dear, this is what you’ve been eating today, don’t act like it’s disgusting. Now, I’ll check back in a little while to see how you’re doing.”
She closed the door, and Courtney heard something sound like it latched. She ran to the door to find that the door was locked. She figured that when Mrs. Wilson closed the door, the latch fell. She decided that she would wait, that Mrs. Wilson would be back in a second. Suddenly, she started to feel like her stomach was eating itself. She thought she was going to die if she didn’t have something to eat. She looked around, ‘No, I can’t, I won’t, it’s disgusting.’ But she did. She reached down and picked up a piece of an animal and started to eat. It was good she thought. She couldn’t control herself, she couldn’t stop eating. She felt her body swell as she devoured more and more of it.
Mrs. Wilson opened the door, and found her, massive stomach sticking out. “I told you not to trick-or-treat.”
“What?”
“The apple, it had a special worm in it. You probably didn’t realize you ate it. I warned you. Now, you’re going to become a massive ball, and then soon, your skin will become too tight, and you’ll rip open, and all that meat will spill out.”
“No, that’s sick. No, that, no.”
“Are you hungry? I have more food for you. You will eat. You will pop.”
She left, and suddenly a massive truck backed in, filled with cow and pig parts. She dumped the parts in front of Courtney, who struggled to get up. Her stomach was almost a big as she was. Her clothes had ripped off long ago. Her breasts were filling with the meat too. They became large and swollen.
Finally, she gained her ground and waddled over to the mess. She started stuffing herself with the slop. She started to cry, from her shame and also the stretching of her body. She ate and ate and ate, not stopping for anything. She finally ran out. Her body looked like three round objects. Her body itself had become somewhat spherical. Her breasts though, were fat and soft. They sagged to the ground. Her skin was tightly wrapped around her, looking ready to burst.
“Still hungry?” Mrs. Wilson said.
“More…I don’t care…I’m so hungry…More….please God…More…”
Mrs. Wilson placed a full cow in front of her. Courtney couldn’t get up; her sphere like body had engulfed her legs and arms. Her breasts wouldn’t allow her to move. They were so heavy. Finally, she started tilting, and started rolling, slowly towards the cow. She buried her face into it, and started eating. She ate and ate, until there was nothing left. Then, she felt it, a ripping in her side. She felt something running down her side. It was her insides. She felt the rip move around her entire body, and then, nothing. She popped. That, was her last Halloween.