When life gives you pumpkins, make jack-o-lanterns! By Will With Halloween rapidly approaching, Buffalo was going to hold it's annual Jack-O-Lantern contest. Prizes were to be given based on how original or scary the pumpkins looked. You squealed in glee as you read about it in the newspaper, "That sounds like a lot of fun!" I smiled meekly, "You want to enter the contest, don't you?" You nodded most eagerly. I knew when you wanted to do something that much, there'd be no stopping you. I grinned as I thought about it, "I'm not good at carving pumpkins. Are you?" "No, but we don't have to!", you responded with a very wide grin. "Huh? How?!" I asked bewildered. "Will, the rules say you don't have to carve it. You can use black markers to draw or paint in a face on the pumpkin. That way the pumpkin can be used later for pies and stuff." Well, that was clever on their part. I nodded in agreement, "Ok, but I think you'll need to practice with the face drawing." "ME?! No no no, YOU are going to draw the face. You're good at such things.", you grinned. "Tell you what... we'll both make some face drawings and whoever's looks better will draw it.", I finally reasoned out. "Oh really? Well... beat this!", you giggled and with a washable marker, you began to draw – On me! "HEY!", I exclaimed in almost a chuckle, "Two can play at that game!" I grabbed a marker and began drawing on you. You squealed and in a fit of giggles and tickling from the marker, you began to inflate from all the air you took in. You just couldn't stop giggling and when you finally did, you had swollen enormously – your round tummy protruding so far in front of you that it would defy the laws of nature and gravity. "Will, we have to get back to practicing for the contest is tomorrow afternoon.", you smiled. "Umm, no it isn't.", I said looking at the paper, "this was yesterday's paper. The contest is THIS afternoon!" "Oh no! Will!!!! I wanted to enter it and look at me! I can't go to the contest looking like this and I don't think we can find a pumpkin on such a short notice!" You looked at me as my eyes narrowed and a huge grin spread across my lips – you could almost see the light bulb over my head. "What are you up to?", you asked as I walked towards you, making you back up. "Oh, you'll see... heheh." After setting you down on the couch, I went to the closet to bring out some body paints and brushes. You wanted to giggle as the brush touched your belly and breasts but kept as still as possible. Using a lot of orange, I made your belly and breasts look like a large pumpkin – painting in some soft black lines as ridges to make it look realistic. I picked up a smaller brush and you cooed in pleasure as I painted your areolas and nipples in black and made triangular eyes on your breasts. You smiled seeing how your nipples were like raised ‘pupils'. I then painted a nose near your belly button and below that, a goofy mouth. We let the paint dry for a while and then I began phase two. I slid on just a pair of sleeves on your arms and a pair of your stretch pants. "Now, hold your hands under your belly and lean back.", I smiled. You did and I nodded with approval, "That's it! Perfect!" "What?", you asked. "You look exactly like you were holding a huge jack o lantern – instead of your belly and breasts." You were a bit nervous going out half nude like this, but no one could tell the difference – or didn't say anything. After a few hours, the judges walked around looking at all the various pumpkins, fortunately no one left arm's length of their pumpkins. They came by you and nodded and marked something on a paper and walked off. Roughly 10 minutes later, they began to make their announcements. No, we didn't win – but we came in second. We returned to the apartment and you washed the body paint off and stood nude before me. "I can't believe we came in second – and it wasn't even a real pumpkin!", you smiled and patted your still huge belly and breasts. I stood up, "Hon, you're NEVER second to me.", I winked. "Aww, Will.", you began to blush and we began kissing and cuddling right there. As we did, your belly and breasts began to decrease in size slowly. Later on, while looking back to normal, you walked up to me. "Will?", you smiled at me. "Yes?", I asked after typing out a story for you on the computer. You held up the marker and winked at me. "I want to make another jack o lantern – this time, just for us." and you began to giggle – and inflate again.