Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 5 Troll

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 5 Troll
This year she really wanted a costume that wasn’t as scary as much as cute, something adorable that made her look cut and sexy. All the stores she had checked were a bit lackluster though, just your...

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 5 Troll
This year she really wanted a costume that wasn’t as scary as much as cute, something adorable that made her look cut and sexy. All the stores she had checked were a bit lackluster though, just your standard outfits, a werewolf, a zombie, a vampire. Nothing really had that something special. She had just about given up when she found something pink that caught her eye in the back of a costume store she didn’t remember having been in the mall last week.
It was a pink body suit with a mask that had a gigantic mass of pink hair, the tag said Troll. She scoffed for a moment thinking of the obvious monster trolls from fantasy, but then again, maybe they meant like the trolls movie, or that girl from that Halloweentown sequel. It was a bit gaudy, she didn’t really where that much pink usually, but she was rather drawn to the outfit for some reason and she soon found herself in the dressing room.

As she stripped out of her clothing and stood nude in changing room she looked herself over. She hoped the outfit was flattering, her slight form was lacking in the curves that could naturally pull off any costume. She sighed and started to pull the body suit over her legs, the material felt surprisingly good on her skin and clung to her body tightly. By the time she had the first part of the outfit on you could barely tell it was a costume, it looked more detailed than most outfits and clung tight enough that it might as well have been a second set of skin. She laughed and pulled the mask over her head.

As she put on the mask she felt a surged of energy and the costume grew burning hot and tightened until it clung to every inch of her body. She tried to pull the mask off, to find the edge of the costume, but she couldn’t feel anything but her skin. She looked at herself in the mirror, the cartoonish proportions of the mask move with her every expression, and as she stared at her huge nose and pointed ears she didn’t notice that her lower body was swelling larger at first. Within a few moments the weight of her expanding breasts drew her attention and she looked down at her increasingly absurd figure. The heavy mass of hair fell in front of her face and she had to struggle to get the plush curls out of her way.

This was ridiculous, she couldn’t find out how to get out of this damn suit and… everything felt so real, and soft… and jiggly… 

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