Halloween
There was a knock at the door. Amelia ran to the door while pulling on her bathrobe, towel perched atop her head like a soft serve ice cream. "Flip, only an hour to go" she mumbled as she answered the door. There stood a man from ParcelEx holding a package in his hand.
"Delivery for you miss" he said handing over a small mobile device. She put her finger on the screen and scribbled her signature, the device beeped and said "Have a nice day" in a robotic tone. Amelia thanked the man and went back inside grinning from ear to ear and disappeared into her bedroom.
She ripped off the outer parcel wrapping and looked at the box, it was orange and black and had the words Sexy Pumpkin Costume on it with a cartoon character not unlike Jessica Rabbit - only in orange - on the box. She it open and tipped the costume out onto the bed. It flopped out into a heap and landed with a puff of powder. She took off her bathrobe and towel and stood naked looking at her new purchase. She shook the box and out fell a small bottle of "pumpkin shine" and two cartridges labelled GAS. She looked at the instructions on the back of the box, she'd accidentally torn right through a section.
"I hope that wasn't important" she thought and looked down the list of instructions. She took a deep breath and started to read. "OK, so, 'congregations of purchasing your sexy pump king costume' what sort of translation is this?! 'step 1, unzipping the costume, zip is underneath between legs, place costume over head, push head through neck opening, put hands in through the arms.' what... okay then, I think I can decipher this."
She did so, sliding the orange rubbery suit over her body, it was tight, but not bad to wear, it felt nice, it showed off her curves well. She shuffled the suit down over her legs and did the zip up and stood admiring herself in the mirror.
"Step 2, attaching cartridges to right side of the suit under flap.", she felt around for the flap and screwed both gas cartridges onto their valves, there was a slight hiss noise as they connected up, just under the flap was a pull cord.
"Step 3: Apply pumping shine to costume for using hands". She was laughing at the terrible translation. She flipped the top of the shine and poured it into her hand, then rubbed it all over her body. She was bright shiny orange, her breasts were pert and sexy from the costume and it showed her bottom off to great effect. "Well it looks good already" she said out loud and continued to read the instructions. "Step 4: Pull cord gently to..." then the rest was cut off where she'd torn through the instructions. "gently to what?"
She felt for the cord, found the toggle on the end of it and gave it a gentle pull and nothing happened. She gave it a slightly harder tug and there was a slight hissing, she saw her curves exaggerate slightly in the mirror, her boobs inflating slightly one or two cup sizes, her hips widened and her bottom looked fuller. She looked herself up and down. "Sexy! I like it, now how do I let it down until the party later..." she looked at the instructions again. "For deflate press... until a click is... stupid thing, why did they put the instructions on the box? I need to go beer shopping!"
She bent over to unzip herself, but she couldn't reach due to the pressure the costume already had in it. She sighed and pulled her purple sport tracksuit out of the wardrobe and put it on over the pumpkin costume, you couldn't see any costume underneath, but it looked like it was a size too small, she put on her trainers, grabbed her keys, combed her hair and went outside, She threw the box onto the passenger seat and got into her car.
She arrived at the Eight-Eleven and pulled up at a space in the car park, right next to couple of local teenage boys who were sitting on the wall outside the convenience store. She looked at the clock in her car... "Ten minutes, better be quick." she mumbled. She threw the seatbelt off and the buckle landed with a clatter down by the door. She got out of the car and was held back slightly as the cord had jammed itself in the belt buckle. "Oh for goodness sake.". She thought one of the waist ties around her tracksuit pants had got caught on the door, so she just pulled hard. Then she was free, briefly.
Her hands shot up to her breasts. "What the f..." she didn't have time to finish, her boobs were inflating more, as was her bottom. She glanced at the instructions on the box on the passenger seat. "Warning: For roundness of inflating, be pulling cord to second notch, be not pulling cord from costume or over-inflating occurs..." she read. "Roundness... OVER WHAT NOW?".
Her hands went to her hips, they were growing outwards at a fast pace, her tracksuit was straining at the seams, the teens that had been watching started to jeer. "Hey lady, you need juicing, oompa loompa dippity do! Oi! Violet, you're blowing up... Hahahah" They did a high five to congratulate themselves on the obvious joke and skated off. "It's not juice it's air... or something" she shouted breathlessly at them. Her arms were rising up with increased pressure, it was getting harder to walk as everything inflated against the purple tracksuit. She looked into the store to see the clerk sitting watching a game of football on TV.
She waddled towards the store door when suddenly her tracksuit gave way with a loud pop. The fabric tore away in an explosion of purple leaving her standing like a massively exaggerated orange mannequin in the middle of the car park. Her belly had started to blow up now, fast expanding beyond her boobs, the pressures all around the costume equalizing. She quickly blew up into a round orange ball with a head sticking out of the top, her dark blonde hair flowing gently over the curve of the costume. Her hands and feet in slight indents into the rubber of the suit. She tried to waddle towards the door to get the store clerk's attention, but her feet left the ground. As she floated off the ground she saw "Special Helium Edition: Indoor use only." on the box through the windscreen. She grabbed towards the wing mirror of her car, missed and spun around in the air about a foot off the ground, she was very gently floating upwards, she grappled at the roof bars on her car and thankfully caught hold. The clerk came out to see the commotion.
"I'm just having one of those days..." she grinned somewhat embarassed at the guy.