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it passed a year since the Simpson's greatest feast of all time:
every part of the family managed to get over that nasty and annoying Lisa, since her meat was so juicy and lovely.
Marge often thought about that: she often wondered if she has been too rude with her daughter, cooking her instead of understanding her needs.
 
but as soon as she thought about Lisa: her fingers got hot.
thinking about cooking her, basting her and stuffing her was just too much to handle, and she allways ended up playing with herself, imagining her clit getting sliced and licked up, while her round buttocks lied on a giant plate just for homer.
she knew how much her dear Homie trully loved her, giving her so much effort and devotion (...with her, but especially with donuts!)
but lately he've been caught by a bigger fish.
one of those days he was at work and before returning home: he found a lovely lady: a musician to be precise!
she invited Homer to stay with her for the night: showing him how good she was with MUSIC.
 
so...there she was: caring about the little Maggie, cleaning home without Homer's silly jokes, and getting worried about Bart: who was spending most of the time trying to beat his Gameboy games with one life.
she really needed someone just for her!
 
 
few days passed, reaching the last day of October...IT WAS HALLOWEEN!
Marge loved this event:
not only her childohood memories appeared once again, but she had something that allways placed a lusty smile on her lips.
 
it was a witch dress, a lovely witch dress.
she panted a bit trying to fit inside of the thight nylon striped socks and the netted bra, giggling and looking at her wiggly butt trying to escape.
"te-he-he ... i hope you guys are ready for my charms" she whispered: looking in the mirror in her bedroom and pointing her finger like a magic wand.
 
 
she walked in the garden, waving her lovely ass at every step on her high-heels.
she giggled once more, hanging the decorations on a hook on the wall:
fake skeletons,
plastic hands,
paper coffins:
everything was set for the celebrations!
 
she was alone: since Bart was taken up by Patty and Selma for a not so nice feast, where only the oldest oldmen came, and if listening to Selma's leg breaking stories wasn't enough: what about Burns's old gambling games? . . . YUCH!! those could eat his shorts!
 
but let's get back to Marge....
she carried a table outside in the garden, under the night sky.
(even if she was alone except for the sleeping meggie, she always apreciated dining in the garden)
but before actually eating: it was time for her favourite part: TRICK OR TREAT!
she set down to work, waving her butt a little more as she stuggled once more with her high-heels
(them were so naughty <3 but also hard to wear).
first of all, she needed a pumpkin to hold the candies.
so she grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, while her pussy was dripping wet as some dudes looked at her bountifull body through the window, smirking at them.
once outside, she started carving two pumpkins, slicing delicately as her yellow breasts hugged the orange vegetable from the pressure.
"owww...it seems that you like my soft witch body" she giggled in a wicked but boiling tone.
while she carved the upper part of the first pumpking, she thought about that night: she loved Homer but sometimes he was kind of annoying, and she really needed a night for herself.
 
"done...you look so lovely my dear pumpkin" she giggled at her first pumpkin of the two, ready to carve the other.
but as soon as she opened a pointy mouth of the orange surface, she thought about carving it later, seeing a group of kids going for chocolate bars.
"sorry deary, but i ask myself how many people i can put under my spells tonight..."
she laughed softly, fondling her breasts and butt in full moon
"i'll carve you later: dont worry!"
Marge stood up, but as she raised from her seat: somehow her panties got super thight, making her stumble back, rolling the pumpkin on the ground.
she moaned: as her panties became just too tight to handle the pleasure, and a drop of her love juices fell right in the carved eye of the pumpkin.
"*ahhh <3*, looks like i'm under *mmmnnn* a spell as well <3<3<3...fine *ahhhnn* that means i'll be full of candy afterwards!"
she slowly walked away, taking the first turn on the right, carrying her pumpkin ready for some candy.
 
 
but as soon as her shadow abbandoned the streets, a freezing blow of wind blow on Marge's house, especially on the fallen incomplete pumpkin.
"very good my friend..." someone said "she'll be ready for us sooner".
 
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after a almost an hour, a Happy Marge came back to her house, carrying her full pumpkin and a couple spanks on her gorgeous butt
"tehehe, not even Smithers can resist this ass!"
but her giggling quitted soon, as she looked on the ground and....HER PUMPKIN WAS GONE!
Marge searched on the grass, on the table, under the table...but her unfinished pumpkin was gone!
"-ight behind you!"
suddenly, two strong arms caught her up, blocking her movement as she tried to look behind.
"hnnn..w..who are you?...please don....don't hurt me"
but the being didn't responded, as his arms were the only thing which emerged from that blinding night.
but as Marge kicked and wiggled in that strong pressure, something flew near her head, whispering with an evil tone.
 
"well well well...look at you: dressed up like the witch you were one year ago!"
Marge was shocked, who were those people? and why there was a GHOST TALKING TO HER?
"i...i don't think i know you! maybe you *hnnnn* mistook me for another person!"
Marge didn't stopped a second, struggling against that monstruosity that was holding her.
 
"oh you don't?" the shining ghost laughed at the poor Marge.
suddenly: the shining creature's voice became childish:
"you meat-eaters are all the same! now i see that i was right!"
then, after the ghost's words, Marges face changed in a surprised face...SHE WAS LISA!
 
"L...Lisa?!....i'm so sorry for what i've done sweetheart...but you were out of control...i'm so sorry"
she cried, looking at the furious spirit in front of her yellow face.
Lisa didn't wasted a single second not to give a reply, but instead she gave a small sign to the monster who were holding Marge:
an evil orange glow shined out of the darkness, illuminating Marge's scared and sad frown;
and as she looked behind: a giant root monster with a pumpkin for its head.
she noticed that the pumpkin was unfinished, and inside his only eye there was a tiny drop of something, shining near the candle.
 
"i hope you enjoyed my meat, because you're next on the menu!" continued Lisa, laughing at her crying mother
"but first..." the ghost continued "...why don't we let my dear friend take care of it?"
the pumpkin golem smiled with his half mouth: "i'm -eady mist-ess!!, let's p-epa-e this bountyful pig!"
his unfinished face was forcing him not to say certain letters, but Marge could see his glowing eye full of revenge, by grabbing Marge's arms and laughing sinisterly.
"PLEASE LISA, FORGIVE ME!! I'LL BE VEGAN IF YOU LET ME GO!! PLEASE!! I DON'T WANT TO BE COOKED..."
but the child's ghost didn't listened to her promises, but the poor mom's voice got interrupted by a soft gasp...something was rubbing itself against her panties.
"don't wo--y Ma-ge! i'll make su-e to fill that lovely belly of you-s!!"
then, after another loud laugh, the golem's giant cock ripped Marge's panties apart, slinding roughfully in her pussy!
 
Marge cried out her pain, as his massive root dick spread her lips apart, getting the deepest she could feel inside her pussy.
she begged endlessly, trying to persuade Lisa from not cooking her, while the golem was humping on her cheecks, making Marge's belly bulge really good.
"stop whining you witch!" yelled Lisa "or i'll cut your head before roasting!"
Marge was shocked, gulping down in fear and wiggling trying to escape.
but her pussy wasn't making it easier, as the living pumpking kept on humping her pussy so hard and fast.
"yeah, take it all you pe-ve-t witch!" said the golem, by lifting her up in the air, sticking his shaft up her thight ass and throbbing like crazy.
"ohhh...goohd...<3<3<3......please....it's....so deep!! AAAAAAaaaahhhh!!!"
Marge's was begging the golem, who repsoned by kissing her neck and ripping off her netted bra with one hand.
"so--y dea-y, but i think that you- meat will -esult...mmmm...quite delicious!!"
while he was fondling her breasts with one hand while getting ready to cum inside her belly: Marge moaned and cried, as her beloved Witch was totally ruined, but maybe she wouldn't need it anymore afterall...
suddenly, followed by the pumpkin's loud moans and grunts, he finally started to cum inside her belly:
but instead of cum, there were candies! lots and lots of candies!
"NO PLEASE! NOT INSIDE! THAT'S JUST FOR HOO...OOO...OWWWWwwww!!!"
her belly started inevitably to bulge, getting bigger and bigger, filled by a couple of jaw-breakers, a load of mars bars and a lot of Krusty's chewing-gums. and inevitably ripping her dress up because of the size of that candied stomach.
 
"so, how does it feel to be a CANDY BUCKET?!" smiled the pumpkin
Marge's words transformed into brainless moans, gasping and trembling for how full she were, almost trewing up some jelly beans.
then, after closing her ass with a long plastic plug, the monster placed the poor twitching Marge on a tray, garnishing her with some honey sauce and syrup, smiling at Marge's broke face.
"looks like you are in a tray now bitch!" laughed Lisa's ghost "did you really thoght i could forgive you? well...i'll make sure to taste your candied meat first!"
the flying child carried the harmless wiggling marge inside her own oven: the one that Marge used to feast with her neighborhood!
Marge couldn't escape her fate now...she knew that now she was too weak to break free!
"good bye Mom!" grinned Lisa, while closing the door and setting it to three hours.
while Lisa slowly basted her mother's butt with way more syrup, while the Pumpkin golem was playing with Maggie. that were an intense game of "FIND THE SHAPE!"
 
finally, Marge was ready: golden brown, all candied and stuffed with all types of sweets.
Lisa kissed her mother's lips, giving an evil victory grin, as she gulpd down Marge's left breast...so juicy and plump.
the giant vegetable took her legs and filet instead, moaning about how good she managed to give him pleasure.
he whispered something in Lisa's ear, who happily approved, licking Marge's belly and chewing the melted chocolate and syrup.
and so: it was a wonderfull feast:
Lisa got her revenge,
the pumpkin lord gained Marge's head for....something.... ,
and finally, Marge's tasty body became a lovely midnight treat, as the melted candy kept flowing out her gaped pussy.
 
the only remaining thing was the mom's witch hat and a letter, lying on the cold morning grass.
when Homer finally returned home, he read the letter and gasped in terror...
(not because Marge was gone...BUT SOMEONE ATE ALL HIS CANDY!)
 
"D'HO!!"
the golem took her butt