Tricks and a Treat
 
-----Chapter 1: All Dressed Up-----
 
 
Stupid, vicious, mean, deceitful, callous jerks!
 
Helena couldn't think of enough bad things to say about her 'friends'. They had ditched her downtown and just because it was All Saints' Eve didn't make it alright. Businesses were closed early for the holiday, and as a chill settled in the air, she had been left all alone with a very long walk ahead of her.
 
Staring at her reflection in a closed store window under a streetlamp, she could guess why they left her here. Dressed in a white leotard with a short skirt that hardly covered her butt, even with little wings on her back and a sparkling plastic halo on her head, she looked less like an angel than a boated fat ballerina dropout. The guys likely didn't want to be seen with a fat chick, although Helena was perfectly capable of situps or running if need be, and the girls would be envious of her boobs, proudly showcased atop her skin-tight costume.
 
No, not girls, girl; Mary was too quiet and shy and kind, but Christine taunted her mercilessly if she wore anything besides a frumpy, dumpy looking grandmother sweater. This must have been her doing. Whether Christine was prompted by disgust or envy, Helena now had a very long walk ahead of her, and worse, her getup left no place for a purse or handbag, so she couldn't pay for, or even call a cab. It made her want to cry.
 
A car coming down the road made her slip discreetly into the shadows of an access corridor between shops, hiding behind the rubbish bin that served the stores to either side. She couldn't tell if it was her so-called 'friends', but she wouldn't have anything to do with them for a good while, and rescued by passersby on a night intended for fun seemed equally humiliating, so Helena waited for the car to pass. The lights moved on, none the wiser, and Helena sighed to herself, thinking, "Worst night out, ever!"
 
 
 
-----Chapter 2: Alone Together-----
 
 
Since there was nobody else here, Helena started to sob, indulging in a moment of self pity. A curious grunt sounded deeper in the dark alley as a small light illuminated where it came from.
 
Helena gasped and quickly wiped away the beginnings of tears from her eyes, careful of her mascara. She asked, "Your friends left you here too, did they?"
 
Turning to see who was behind her, a tall, wide monster costume with large eyes set in what looked to be a furry creature made from a frizzy throw rug with a pair of big blunt teeth sticking up from a wide mouth stood in the narrow entry, bobbing antenna glowing gently in the darkness. Helena laughed softly, impressed with the disguise.
 
"Oh, that is lovely," she complimented, "you look as though you've stepped from the set of umm..."
 
It had been so long since she had seen the television programs, she had to think of their names. "...from Sesame Street? No! Puppet Rock? No, that's not it either."
 
Wracking her brain, it came to her! "The Muppets! You look like something from the filming of the Muppet Show. I loved that show when I was little. Well, I still love it, though I've not seen it in ages."
 
A deep-voiced, "Roh?" answered her and she laughed. Her emotions crashing back down on her, she took an uncomfortable seat on a water meter and removed her plastic halo, tossing it into the trash bin. Glancing at her new found companion, she smiled and commented sadly, "You've the most amazing costume, so I can only guess why they abandoned you, but my friends, well, former friends now, they left me behind because I look like this."
 
Gesturing to the exaggerated curves of her soft figure, Helena was feeling an overwhelming urge to cry again. She had no tissues, or even sleeves to dry her eyes, so she slipped the cheap cloth wings from her shoulders and wiped away both her makeup and tears on the rough cloth. Her companion made a sad hum, Helena assuming he didn't know what to say around the misty eyed chubby girl who had found him. She wished better control of herself, but that had never been a strong point, hence she gave in, letting the sadness out in sobs.
 
A touch on her bare shoulder gave her a shiver; the costume's material had the feel of a man's strong hand inside a glove of latex or gel, but it was enough to comfort her. Standing and wrapping her arms around him, he grunted a confused "Uhn?" and stayed still and silent, his strength giving her something to lean on, physically and emotionally.
 
Earlier in the evening, her private hopes had been to consume more alcohol than was moderate and, if fortune was with her, find someone to take her home, but instead, here she was in a dark alley with a fellow who, like her had been left behind.
 
 
 
-----Chapter 3: Private Party-----
 
 
Annoyed with her own flighty feelings and feeling sorry for her, she stepped back and introduced herself, "Never you mind the blubbing, I'm Helena."
 
Touching the short skirt on her angel outfit, she curtseyed. Her companion let out an impressed sounding, "Waaahh," and reached for what looked like a hug, big eyes looking her soft body up and down. She laughed again and walked into it, hugging the big squishy feeling Muppets monster costume again. Hell with those losers who had abandoned her here, they'd never know what they missed out on; holding the person tight and pressing her breasts to the 'chin', or at least what appeared to be a chin on the amorphous figure of this person's costume, her bosoms swelled up in her stretchy top as Helena asked, "Like what you see, do you?"
 
It felt like a dry, squishy tentacle on her back where her wings had been, eliciting a pleased, "Ooh!" from Helena, but it was followed by a startled yelp as the other 'tentacle' wrapped under the side of her butt and gave a good squeeze!
 
She slapped him across the mouth (or at least across the mouth of the costume, it could have been his chest for all she knew) and shoved away, irritated at the impudence.
 
Instantly, Helena berated herself; getting fresh with someone was half the reason she agreed to go with her former 'friends' to that supposed 'party' they had talked up. Facing away and bending over, she apologized, "Sorry, you startled me! Did you want to get your hands on this? I may have been dressed like one, but I'm no angel, you see."
 
The tentacle 'hands' were instantly on her rump, massaging and grabbing as her new friend moaned an approving, "Mmmmmm!"
 
Squirming under the intrusive touch, the soft, strong appendages groped at her arse and hips, Helena laughed and played along, pretending to panic, "Oh no, trapped in a dark alley with a terrible monster, what ever is it going to do with me?"
 
Her mirthful laugh wrenched into another yelp when one of the tentacles found its way through her butt cheeks to squeeze between her thick legs! Jumping upright and swatting at the offending appendage, she backed into the guy, asking, "Oh, that's how you want it, do you? Well, it won't do to be found out in the open like this, would it? Would that costume of yours be roomy enough for two?"
 
It moaned a pleased "Aaaahhh!" as it wrapped tentacles around her stomach and chest, groping shamelessly at her soft belly and large breast. They felt so real, Helena immersed herself in the feeling, wishing this fantasy could come to life, a lecherous furry monster with the most amazingly crafted 'hands' that felt as they belonged to a sea creature. Savoring the tickling thrill, she was barely capable of keeping her wits enough to continue, "It had better be, the way you're going."
 
A 'tentacle' reached inside her leotard from the top, groping vigorously at her breasts while a finger from the other side slipped into the crotch of the garment and inside her body! Shrieking and laughing with delight as she was molested, Helena could only think to demand, "Go! Please! Go, keep going! More!"
 
She squirmed and gyrated as she was violated in a most wonderful way, dancing in place when she wasn't being lifted from her feet! Reaching up and pulling the soft 'mouth' over her face in a last moment of conscious thought, she arched her back and loosed a thoroughly pleasured scream inside the costume!
 
Moving from her bosoms to the back of her chubby leg, the 'monster' lifted her up and shoved Helena deeper into its mouth amidst her laughter. Helping it move her around, it lifted and tumbled her into the stretchy, wet tunnel, letting her more or less fall into the 'stomach'. Helena giggled and cooed, "Oh, you'll need to give me a moment before we have a real go at this."
 
Resting in the stretchy soft, gooey warm belly, she got to thinking as the dazzling, tingling sensation ebbed, this was a little too real, and those 'hands' had no bones in them, none at least like a human's hands. This costume sure felt solid from the outside, as if there wasn't so much a person inside of it, as the costume WAS the person; from the inside of this thing, it was even more apparent, this wasn't a costume, but rather, a real monster that had devoured Helena!
 
The voice from its throat rumbled all around her, "Mmmm! Yum yum!"
 
Helena scoffed at the absurdity, and stretched to put her legs beneath her, trying to right herself in the darkness. Pushing her feet into the squishy flesh below, she stood up, pushing her head back up into the monster's mouth. Prying soft lips open with her hands, she complained, "Oh, that's all I am, is it? A bit of food for you?"
 
One of its tentacle 'arms' slapped into her face and pushed her back inside so the creature could close its wide mouth. Pulling the appendage away from her mouth and nose, hanging fast to it while forcing its mouth open again, Helena argued, "Oh no you don't! If I'm going to do for you, then you have to do for me! Give me that other hand of yours!"
 
Seeming baffled and unsure what to do, the thing started to use its other tentacle-arm to push her back inside. Helena quickly snatched it from before her and pulled both to her chest, slipping both paddle-hands into her leotard's incorporated bra. It gave her a small, exploratory squeeze, and she relaxed her legs, letting it close it's mouth over her, sealing her back inside the darkness as she purred, "Oh, that's the way to do it!"
 
It began to massage her again with the tentacles it had swallowed, twitchy, floppy appendages grabbing at touching her everywhere! Laughing joyfully with the tickling, one tentacle groped and tickled all over her body, finding its way from her breast to her thigh to her belly and to her face as Helena moved the other to her lap, holding it in place as it convulsed and squirmed, sending her into an ether realm of bliss!
 
As her air ran out, Helena slipped into blissful oblivion, metaphorically and literally, thinking to herself, "Best night out, ever!"
 
 
 
 
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