==> IT’S THE GREAT PUMPKIN ROXY LALONDE

Roxy groaned, feeling like all the air had been knocked out of her by the heavy weight suddenly forced into her abdomen. She stumbled backwards, leaning on her bed, the miniature appearifier falling to the ground with a heavy thud. She placed a hand on her stomach, watching in fear and awe as it stretched her tight dress, puffing up as if she were with child. She’d been making pumpkins appear for ages and never once had anything like this happened. The blonde cried out as she tried to stand, falling once again and letting her legs spread out in an effort to get comfortable.

She bit her lip, flaring her nostrils as she thought to herself what to do. Tentatively, she bore down on the fruit and yelped when she felt the large object move towards her entrance. There was no way she’d be able to just push it out; she had to find a way to crush it first. Slowly, gingerly, she stretched her arms as far down as she could manage, pulling off her leggings, careful not to squeeze her stomach too hard. It took what felt like ages for the drunken teenager, but she finally managed to get down both the dark pants and her underwear to her ankles. She leaned back once again, breathing deeply and spreading her legs as wide as she could.

Looking down, she could see the stem poking out from her opening and furrowed her eyebrows. She was alone all the way out here, pleasantly buzzed, and utterly confused about what to do. She rubbed a hand on her plump and thought to herself; obviously, she’d need to find a way to make the pumpkin smaller, preferably without damaging her insides. She sighed, letting her hand trail from her stomach towards the stem and her opening, brushing against the folds and letting out a low moan. It felt even better than normal, having her entire womb filled to the brim with solid pumpkin and pushing against herself from the inside, even just lightly going across her clit made her feel on the edge of orgasm.

She moved closer towards her entrance, feeling the rough stem completely closing her off. Sliding her ass closer to the edge of the bed, she opened her legs as far apart as she could stand, letting out a shuddering gasp as she lazily traced circles around her clit. With the pumpkin taking up so much space, she was finding it harder and harder to get enough air. Taking rapid and shallow breathes; Roxy put more pressure on her button, feeling her entire body clench forcefully around the stem of the pumpkin. Her inner walls pulsing against the coarse skin of the pumpkin and her finger’s jerky and unsteady massaging of her clit brought her to a mind blowing orgasm.

As her breathing calmed down and her mind cleared up, Roxy sat back up and felt the pumpkin shift inside her. Looking down, she grinned at the sight of a bit of crushed pumpkin along with the stem on the ground, both slick with her juices.

“Oh shti this is the best idea ever,” She placed both hands on her still distended stomach, tapping at the solid mass and sounding more excited than she had in ages. “I’ll cum pumpkin!”

Trying to make herself as comfortable as possible, Roxy slowly pulled her shirt off, wincing a bit when she stretched her arms over her head. Next was her bra, and she couldn’t help but giggle like a child when her breasts bounced, settling onto her bulbous belly. Once again lying on her bed with her legs spread wide, this time nude, Roxy spent more time exploring her body. She raised a hand to her chest, rubbing one of her nipples and letting the other hand trail down her stomach. Closing her eyes she imaged sweet, chubby Jane wiggling her ass above her face, a clumsily and shaky hand groping at her breast while she struggled to maintain balance. She could practically smell Jane’s virgin pussy, see the glistening slit as Crocker nervously arranged herself over Roxy’s face.

She licked her lips expectantly and twisted her nipple harder as her free hand ran along the folds of her cunt. She could finally put a finger inside herself, but not very far before hitting some pulp. Still, she began thrusting shallowly into herself with two fingers, using her thumb to flick at her nub occasionally. She let her mind wander again, picturing Jake grabbing onto her hips as he pressed his tip against her. She hissed, pushing three fingers in at once, imagining Jake growling deep in his throat while pushing into her all the way to his base. He pulled back out before slamming in, drawing a moan from Roxy, whose breath in turn brushed against Jane’s sensitive folds. The heiress whimpered, still shyly toying with her friend’s nipples and used her free hand to grasp onto Jake’s shoulder.

Roxy whined, pressing almost painfully hard on her clit as she came again, feeling herself quiver and press against the pumpkin as her legs shook. She could feel pulp smash pass her still thrusting fingers, gooey pumpkin inners sliding down her thighs and pooling under her ass. As she pulled her fingers out, she felt a piece of pumpkin shell break away and carefully, she reached back in to pull it out of herself. She only paused for a moment before she closed her eyes again, almost immediately seeing Jake’s tanned hands grab onto Jane’s hefty breasts. Rolling her nipples in his calloused fingers, Jane squirmed above Roxy, pushing herself flush against the blonde’s face.  She let her tongue slide along her best friend’s rapidly moistening slit, probing and prodding between her lower lips and reveling in the gasps Jane let out.

With her fingers swiftly twisting inside of herself, Roxy was finding it easier and easier to get herself off. Imagining Jane quivering around her tongue and Jake’s thrusts becoming more sporadic, Roxy managed to go over the edge three or four more times, her body practically clamping on the pumpkin hard enough for even Roxy to hear the cracking sounds. By the time Jake had sloppily came inside of her, Jane swallowing his grunts and groans with her mouth and Roxy’s own orgasmic screams muffled in her friend’s muff,  she had flexed and crushed so much of the pumpkin, an almost constant slurry was pouring from her. Her stomach wasn’t nearly as bloated anymore, but she was entirely too sore to masturbate anymore.

She could tell there was a decent amount of pumpkin left and gingerly forced herself to stand up. Groaning at the stickiness between her legs and the feeling of pulp on her ass, Roxy grabbed a medium sized bowl from her desk. Placing it between her legs, she squatted and bore down as hard as she could. She squealed at the feeling of pumpkin shell and pulp and even her own slick arousal literally pouring out of her, bright orange juice dripping down her thighs while she continued to fill the bowl. After what felt like ages, Roxy finally finished emptying herself, looking down at her over filled bowl. She’d managed to spill over a good portion of pumpkin, making a mess on her floor, but she was far too relieved to care.

But now she had a room full of crushed pumpkin and pulp and seeds and nothing to do with it. Who the hell was going to need a bunch of smashed pumpkin bits?
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gustyGumshoe [GG] began bothering tipsyGnostalgic [TG] at 11:30
GG: There is a jar of fresh pumpkin filling on my dresser.
GG: However the note attached to it is harder to understand than a Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff movie!
GG: So I’ll assume this was you’re doing?
TG: oh janey don’t worry so mch
TG: *much
TG: im just doin you a favor since you luv baking so much
GG: You want me to bake a pumpkin pie with this?
TG: bango
tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased bothering gustyGumshoe [GG]

Jane frowned in confusion; her friend was almost always suddenly taking off. Glancing over the jar curiously, she unscrewed the top and dipped her pinky inside. The filling was warm, and when she brought a small amount to her mouth she couldn’t help but pick up on an unusual smell. But the taste was far better than even her homemade filling, unbelievably sweet and tangy at the same time. This was going to make perhaps her best pie yet!