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Saturday, October 31st, 2026

Halloween had been Elliot’s favorite holiday for as long as he could remember. He’d been excited about wearing a classic vampire costume for a party this year. Sadly, he had an early shift at the coffee shop he worked at the following morning, so by 11:47 he was walking home already, wishing he’d stayed at the party.

He was 23, 6’0”, and reasonably athletic, but the ridiculous vampire costume he’d bought online made him look more dramatic than he usually did. Between the white ruffled shirt, red brocade waistcoat, black trousers, and enormous black cape lined with red satin, he’d spent the evening looking like a 19th-century vampire aristocrat. The cheap plastic fangs were still in his mouth even though they were pretty uncomfortable.

The streets were almost deserted in his neighborhood. Most of the parties had moved indoors by now, leaving the street strangely quiet except for the distant music and the wind moving through the bare branches overhead. Elliot pulled his black cape tighter around himself, shivering when a cold gust slipped beneath his clothes.

He was about 15 minutes from his apartment when he first heard faint footsteps following him. The sound almost got lost beneath the rustling leaves, but it was there. When Elliot looked behind him, he saw nothing except the empty sidewalk. He slowed down, pretending to check his phone, and listened as the footsteps apparently stopped as well. A nervous laugh came out of his mouth without him meaning to. He thought that after spending several hours surrounded by skeletons, zombies, demons, and people wearing less clothing than they should have, he was probably letting the atmosphere get to him.

Elliot walked a little faster, but the feeling that somebody was following him didn’t disappear. He looked behind him twice more and saw nothing both times. After the second time, he could’ve sworn something large had moved between the trees beside the sidewalk but disappeared before he could focus on it.

By the third time, his hands were cold, and he could barely grip his phone. He considered calling a friend, then decided he was being ridiculous. Elliot saw a particularly bright streetlamp ahead of him and intended to reach it and pause there for a second.

Then, something moved across the sidewalk in front of him when he was a few feet away from the streetlamp, so quickly that Elliot barely saw it. The pavement was empty one second, and the next, an enormous man stood directly beneath the streetlamp, smiling as though he’d been waiting there all evening.

Elliot stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the hem of his cape, and grabbed the nearest iron fence to steady himself. His heart slammed against his ribs, but the stranger made no threatening movement. The big man stood casually with his hands resting at his sides, clearly enjoying Elliot’s reaction—staring openly because the man was absurdly massive.

The big man was about 6’5” tall, which was already impressive, but his height was probably the least remarkable thing about him. His shoulders were impossibly broad, extending outward into enormous arms that looked more appropriate on some exaggerated comic-book superhero than an actual person.

His dark gray T-shirt stretched across a chest so ridiculously oversized that Elliot forgot to be frightened while staring at it. The man had two gigantic pectorals projecting from his upper body, and the deep V-neck of his shirt left his ridiculously tight cleavage on full display. The muscles looked heavy, and his whole upper frame was ridiculously broad, narrowing toward an unexpectedly compact waist. His upper arms were bigger around than Elliot’s thighs, and even his forearms seemed packed with so much muscle that he could’ve bent the fence.

On top of all that, the stranger had such a handsome face that it made his enormous physique even more surreal. His dark hair was slightly messy, falling over his forehead, and he had bright blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a ridiculously charming smile. His features made him look younger than his enormous body suggested, probably around 26 years old. But there was something about how he stood that made Elliot think the man was considerably older.

Then, the stranger’s smile widened, and Elliot noticed the fangs—definitely not plastic. They were definitely not part of a costume, because no fake fangs could’ve been that long, that sharp, or that perfectly integrated with the rest of the teeth.

“What’s your name?” The man asked with an extraordinarily deep, smooth, and resonant voice that made Elliot’s chest vibrate. “Do you really think that’s how a vampire looks?”

The stranger looked down at Elliot’s ridiculous waistcoat, then at the cape hanging from his shoulders, and burst into laughter. The enormous muscles beneath his shirt bounced with every laugh, leaving Elliot conflicted between getting more or less frightened by it.

“I’m Elliot,” he said softly. “Look, man, it’s Halloween. It’s just a costume.”

“I can see that.” The stranger grinned, showing his fangs. “A very cheap one.”

Elliot swallowed hard, taking another step backward while his brain tried to explain the man’s appearance as elaborate makeup, prosthetics, or some particularly impressive bodybuilding experiment. Still, none of those explanations accounted for how he’d appeared out of nowhere. It also didn’t explain why Elliot could see his breath in the cold air while the stranger’s breathing produced no visible vapor.

The enormous man tilted his head, smirking. “Come on,” he said. “Let me show you what it really means to be a vampire.”

Elliot barely had time to open his mouth before the man moved forward. There was a sudden rush of cold air, a blur of dark fabric, and then the man’s enormous hands were gripping his shoulders. The force of the movement knocked the breath out of Elliot, but the stranger held him upright as easily as somebody holding a coat on a hanger.

Before Elliot could even move, the man’s fingers hooked the front of his costume and pulled. His waistcoat tore open with a sharp ripping sound, the buttons scattered across the sidewalk, and the white shirt underneath split all the way down to his abdomen. Elliot gasped, and the frightened sound turned into a startled cry when the stranger leaned forward.

The man opened his mouth as his fangs approached Elliot’s skin. The first bite landed beside Elliot’s right nipple, making him scream when the two sharp points broke into his skin—followed by a strange, freezing sensation that seemed to spread beneath his ribs. Before he could react, the stranger moved again and bit the matching spot on the left pec. Both bites lasted only a second, not giving Elliot much time to process anything.

When the man straightened again, Elliot looked down and saw two pairs of punctures marked on his skin, each producing a few beads of blood. The vampire didn’t even look at them, much less attempt to drink like anyone would’ve expected.

“What the fuck?” Elliot shouted, moving backward. “What the actual fuck was that?”

The stranger released his shoulders and stepped back, looking extremely pleased.

Elliot pressed both hands over his chest, expecting pain, but the punctures were already closing. What he felt instead was an unusual pressure spreading from his nipples, as if something deep inside the flesh was pushing outward. He looked down, confused, and noticed that the muscles beneath his hands felt strangely firm. Then the pressure increased, and he realized with evident horror that his pecs were actually expanding.

The change was subtle at first, so Elliot shook his head and tried to convince himself it was his imagination. But his normally modest pectoral muscles still swelled beneath his hands, getting thicker and rounder with every heartbeat, so it was impossible to deny what was happening. He pressed harder, trying to understand what he was feeling, and nearly screamed when the muscles pushed back against his hands.

His pecs kept expanding, adding impossible amounts of new tissue beneath the skin while the surrounding structures stretched and rearranged to accommodate it. Things were advancing at an alarming speed—no gradual thickening, no slow increase in definition, and no normal muscle development. His chest was only expanding in all directions without explanation.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, what is happening?” Elliot gasped.

He took a few more steps back until his shoulders struck the iron fence. His chest had already reached ridiculous proportions, splitting the remnants of his shirt apart with sharp pops, but the growth wasn’t slowing down. Both pecs continued growing thicker and rounder, from his collarbones down toward his ribs. The sensation reminded him of a balloon inflating inside a space far too small to contain it, except it wasn’t air getting into his pecs but heavy mass.

Elliot stared down in disbelief. His chest was enormous, projecting so far forward that when he looked down, he couldn’t see his lower body without leaning awkwardly over them. His nipples and the surrounding areolas darkened and broadened as the skin stretched, while the two bite marks faded into tiny pale scars.

Each breath made their extraordinary weight heave, and the pressure it all put on his ribs made him panic even more. On top of it all, he could feel his skin getting taut, warm, and painfully sensitive as the changes continued. The most disturbing part was that Elliot’s pecs didn’t feel like ordinary muscle anymore. They felt dense, packed, and unnaturally full, with a strange pressure deep within that had been accumulating all along.

The stranger burst into laughter. “Look at you!” he exclaimed. “Oh, this is marvelous.”

Elliot gasped, and the last intact section of his shirt tore apart at the front. The sound made him flinch, but he didn’t have time to process the sensation before another growth spurt hit. His pecs swelled again, getting so massive that they obscured the lower half of his face between the cleavage when he looked down. They were far larger than he ever thought was possible, easily bigger than beach balls, and the contrast with his otherwise ordinary athletic frame made the proportions particularly outrageous.

After a few more seconds of intense growth, it all finally started slowing. His knees shook beneath the new weight, forcing him to spread his feet wider to keep his balance, and his whole frame trembled against the fence. He looked down at himself, still struggling to process the gigantic pair of mounds sticking out of his torso, reaching farther forward than even the enormous stranger’s chest did.

The big man examined Elliot with obvious satisfaction as a grin spread across his lips. “Well, would you look at that?” he said. “You’ve actually outgrown me.”

Elliot stared at him, completely horrified. He tried to respond, but he was still breathless.

The stranger moved closer, taking a moment to admire the enormous change he’d caused. “Now you look like a real vampire,” he continued cheerfully, gesturing at himself and showing his fangs. “But you’re not a vampire yet.”

“Not a—” Elliot struggled to get the words out. “What the fuck do you mean, not yet? What did you do to my chest? Look at me!”

“Oh, I am looking.” The vampire laughed. “Believe me, I’m looking.”

Elliot looked down at himself again and slowly reached up to press his hands against the newly grown mounds in front of him. It felt surreal, but as his fingers moved across his overstretched skin and he realized they were actually a part of him, he could feel his heartbeat slamming hard against his ribs. Every breath made the gigantic masses shake slightly, and for a moment he got so distracted that he didn’t notice the vampire moving even closer.

The vampire was grinning, showing his sharp fangs as he spread his fingers across the swollen flesh to squeeze it playfully. Elliot gasped and groaned at the sudden pressure because the sensation of internal fullness intensified. Part of him wanted to run away, but something deep down wanted to press his pecs more firmly against the touch and enjoy more squeezes.

“Oh, these are magnificent,” the vampire said, bringing his other hand forward and examining the other pec. “Much bigger than I expected. You’re going to be quite something.”

“What did you do to me?” Elliot asked breathlessly. “Why are they so fucking heavy?”

The vampire laughed. “You humans have misunderstood us for centuries,” he explained. “All those ridiculous stories about vampires hunting people for their blood, biting their necks, draining them dry, and leaving corpses behind. Honestly, it’s rather insulting.”

Elliot stared at him, feeling the pressure building within both pecs at an alarming rate. “Then what the fuck do you want?” he asked.

“Not blood. I’ve never been particularly fond of the stuff.” The vampire’s grin broadened, and his fingers dug deeper into Elliot’s tits. “I want milk.”

Before Elliot could respond, the vampire reached toward the center of each pec and gripped the nipples between his fingers, pulling firmly and making Elliot cry out. The big man tugged at the engorged tips again, and Elliot’s body trembled from head to toe, overwhelmed by sharp sensation. Then, thick white droplets emerged from Elliot’s nipples as the stranger maintained his hold until the liquid started running across his knuckles and coating his hands.

“Oh, yes,” the vampire said, clearly delighted. “You grew beyond my expectations, and the production seems just as outstanding.”

Elliot didn’t understand what that meant until the vampire lifted one hand and showed him the white layer of milk coating his skin. “The fuck is that?” he gasped while the vampire kept milking his nipple. “Is that—am I actually—?”

“Oh, yes,” the vampire replied, sounding delighted. “And quite a lot of it, too. Your body took to the change beautifully.”

“I told you, milk,” the vampire replied, examining the liquid coating his fingers. He brought one hand to his mouth and tasted a small amount; his eyes brightened immediately, and his grin spread wider. “Oh, that’s exceptional,” he declared. “One of the best I’ve tasted in decades. And believe me, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to compare.”

Elliot could only stare. The huge stranger was casually complimenting the milk coming out of his body as if he’d just sampled a particularly good bottle of wine. And even while his nipples shot milk like fountains, he could feel the pressure building within.

“You’re going to be very productive,” the vampire explained.

“What?” Elliot asked. “What do you mean? You can’t expect me to stay like this!”

The vampire didn’t respond and only reached forward again, repeating the same firm pull on Elliot’s nipples that had triggered the milk moments earlier. Elliot cried out again, but this time his trembling legs finally surrendered. He felt his body falling toward the pavement as his knees buckled. Fortunately, the vampire was faster than gravity, caught him mid-fall, and lifted him off the sidewalk before he could hit the ground.

Elliot tried to answer, but all he managed was an exhausted groan. He couldn’t help but stare at the gigantic man more openly now that they were up close. He looked at the vampire’s handsome face, and for a second he forgot how frightened he should’ve been. He had no idea what the vampire intended to do with him, but at least he wasn’t struggling to remain standing.

“You’d probably prefer somewhere a little more comfortable?” the vampire suggested.

Elliot looked at his ruined Halloween costume, his massive chest, and the deserted street around them. He had a thousand questions, most of them beginning with what the fuck, but he couldn’t find the energy to ask any of them. Instead, he looked back at the vampire and nodded firmly. “Yes, please,” he whispered.

The vampire’s handsome face lit up with another impossibly cocky grin. He adjusted his hold beneath Elliot, drawing him a little closer. “Excellent,” he said. “Hold on tight.”

Elliot barely had time to tighten his grip around the stranger’s shoulder before he felt the massive muscles beneath his hands tense, and the world around them disappeared into a blur. He felt the vampire move, and then the streetlights stretched into long streaks of gold against the darkness. Houses, trees, gates, and parked cars flashed past so quickly that he couldn’t identify individual objects.

For one terrible second, Elliot was certain they would collide with something, but the vampire changed direction without slowing and continued carrying him at a speed no living person could achieve. When the movement finally stopped, he opened his eyes to find himself inside an enormous bedroom—high ceiling, heavy curtains, fancy furniture, bookshelves, a fireplace in one corner, and the largest bed Elliot had ever seen.

The vampire carried Elliot toward the bed and lowered him onto the mattress, bringing another problem to Elliot’s already overworked body: the new mass of his new chest made sitting upright awkward, and it pressed too much against his lungs. He shifted several times before finding a better position, feeling his tits sway and bounce with the movement.

The vampire watched closely, clearly entertained by Elliot’s bewilderment. “Better?”

Elliot nodded, looked around at the fancy room, then at the handsome vampire standing beside the bed. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

The vampire laughed softly. “Lucien,” he answered. “And you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Welcome?” Elliot looked down at himself. “For what?”

“For giving you a much more accurate Halloween costume,” Lucien replied.

Elliot stared at him for a few seconds. “You’re completely insane,” he said, closing his eyes while still trying to convince himself he hadn’t lost his mind. He was sitting in a vampire’s bedroom with a destroyed costume and a chest larger than a pair of beach balls, while the vampire responsible for it was clearly proud of that outcome.

“Probably,” Lucien responded. “Two and a half centuries can do that to a man.”

Elliot’s eyes widened, and he was about to ask if he’d heard that correctly, but the pressure in his chest intensified suddenly, making him wince. He pressed both hands against the overpacked mounds, taking a deep breath to calm himself down while his tits tingled.

“Oh, fuck. They’re doing something again,” Elliot said, looking down in alarm. “Please tell me they’re not getting any bigger.”

“Ah, yes. That part,” Lucien said, moving closer and grinning. “Your body has started doing what I intended it to do. And judging by how quickly you’ve filled up, I may have been a little too generous.” He reached forward with both hands, spreading his fingers over Elliot’s tits and pressing into the rounded surfaces. “I knew you’d produce plenty, but you’ve surpassed my expectations,” he said, laughing.

Elliot stared at him. “You turned my fucking chest into two beach balls!”

“Much bigger than beach balls, actually.” Lucien looked immensely pleased with that correction. “And they’re rather magnificent, don’t you think?”

Before Elliot could reply, Lucien bent forward and closed his mouth around one engorged nipple and began drinking. Elliot cried out in shock, his back arched off the mattress, and his hands gripped the sheets. His nipples were extremely sensitive, and the skin felt tight and tender, so when he felt the milk flowing into Lucien’s mouth, he lost it.

“OH FUCK!” Elliot shouted, gripping the bedsheets even tighter. “What the hell!”

Lucien continued sucking eagerly, feeling the rush of milk getting stronger as his hands pressed harder against Elliot’s massive tit. He adjusted his hold and squeezed harder every few moments, and Elliot could only moan and groan in pure bliss as the pressure inside his chest eased. He worked with his lips and hands, teasing with his tongue and playfully tugging at the nipple with his teeth, and Elliot could barely stay conscious.

The vampire stories Elliot had heard all his life suddenly felt ridiculous. He couldn’t move and couldn’t think clearly, and even if he tried to run away, his chest would make every movement clumsy. But at the same time, he loved the sensation more than he wanted to admit. He loved how the massive vampire looked while nursing from his ridiculously overfilled tit.

Lucien lifted his head after a couple of minutes, and Elliot’s whole body dropped back against the pillows, panting heavily. He stared in disbelief as the vampire smiled, wiped a little milk from his chin, and turned his attention to the other side. Before Elliot could recover, Lucien started drinking from his left pec, pressing his hands against the taut skin to compress the swollen tissue. Elliott groaned, and his whole body tensed as milk rushed out of his nipple.

Lucien alternated between both sides, gleefully praising how much milk there was and how good it tasted. Elliot slowly got used to the sensation, but his body was still overwhelmed and unresponsive while the vampire kept sucking him dry. The more milk he delivered into the big man’s mouth, the more he wanted the moment to continue. The relief was incredible because his enormous pecs got less painfully taut, but they were just as massive as before. 

Eventually, the vampire straightened up, looking exceptionally satisfied. Elliot lay sprawled against the expensive pillows, panting heavily. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so overwhelmed and lightheaded.

Lucien licked his lips, still staring at Elliot’s tits. “Absolutely magnificent,” he said softly.

Elliot stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what a normal Halloween evening was supposed to feel like. Then he looked at the massive tits occupying most of his field of vision and let out a weak laugh, realizing his body had somehow become a vampire’s personal source of milk. “You turned me into a dairy cow,” he whispered. “So, vampires don’t drink blood?”

Lucien chuckled and pressed his hands into Elliot’s tits again to massage them. “Not the kind you’re thinking of,” he replied, softly moving his fingers across Elliot’s sensitive skin. “Blood keeps a mortal body alive, and our bodies stopped needing it,” he explained, grinning and showing his fangs. “Milk is much better than blood, and male milk is particularly delicious.”

Elliot was still panting while Lucien kneaded his tits, and his mind was still trying to catch up with the whole thing. “This is the weirdest fucking Halloween of my life.”

“That costume was the weirdest part already,” Lucien said, leaning in to lick beads of milk from Elliot’s tits. “Now you’ll look like a vampire every single day.”

“What?” Elliot asked, looking at Lucien’s face. “These things aren’t going away?”

Lucien chuckled. “No,” he said, and Elliot’s eyes widened. “The first bite changes the body permanently.” His fingers brushed against the sensitive nipples, and Elliot groaned low and long. “The milk will replenish itself. You’ll keep producing plenty of milk for me.”

As though to confirm his words, Elliot felt a rush of milk coming out of his nipples, coating Lucien’s fingers and running down his tits. His chest was already refilling, and the prospect of carrying that enormous weight for the rest of his life was hard to comprehend.

“But you said I’m not a vampire,” he whispered. “I’m still human?”

“That’s right.” Lucien nodded. “Your heart is beating, your lungs are working, and you're just as alive as you were when I found you.”

Elliot looked up at him. “Then how does someone actually become one?”

The vampire’s grin spread wider. “There’s a second part,” he said. “The bite alone turns you into my dairy cow, as you called yourself,” he explained, still moving his hands over Elliot’s tits. “But to become one of us, you have to drink from a true vampire.”

Elliot frowned. “Drink what?”

Lucien smirked. “Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve been talking about?” He moved his hands toward his own massive chest and lifted slightly. “Milk.”

Elliot froze, and his eyes locked on Lucien’s massive tits. The vampire laughed and pulled at the collar of his shirt, exposing a little more of his upper chest, delighted by Elliot’s expression. His pecs were so huge that Elliot still struggled to understand how the vampire could move comfortably with them. Despite his incredible proportions, Lucien seemed completely at ease, as if the immense weight was as natural to him as blinking.

“I can tell you’re going ahead of what I had in mind for you,” Lucien said, lifting one eyebrow with open curiosity. “Seems like I was right about you when I chose you at the party.”

Elliot considered his situation. He was 23 years old, miles from his apartment, with a 250-year-old vampire and carrying tits bigger than any human could ever understand. The last hour had destroyed practically everything he believed about the world, and it was very unlikely he would be able to go back to his normal life.

“What happens if I drink the milk?” Elliot asked. “Would it hurt?”

“Not in the way you think.” Lucien’s expression turned unusually serious. “But there would be no returning to the life you had before.”

Elliot swallowed hard. “Well, I can’t go to work tomorrow morning with tits this big anyway,” he said, but he felt his heart beating faster in his chest. “Would I be dead?”

Lucien tilted his head a bit. “You will. Although you wouldn’t be dead in the usual sense. That’s what being a vampire is about,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s immortality, real immortality. But I hadn’t planned on giving you that tonight.”

“Then why did you pick me?” Elliot asked.

“I noticed you at the party,” Lucien admitted. “You were having a wonderful time in that ridiculous costume, and I thought you might make an interesting little addition to my life. I certainly didn’t expect you to respond so spectacularly to the bites.”

Elliot stared at his heaving tits for a few seconds and then at Lucien’s enormous frame. The vampire was monstrous in every physical sense—which should’ve frightened him beyond belief, but something about the milk, the growth, and everything else he had seen and experienced tonight suddenly became ridiculously appealing.

“What if I actually wanted to go all the way?” he finally asked. “If I’m going to be stuck with these ridiculous tits, I might as well find out what the rest of the vampire thing involves.”

Lucien smiled. “Then we make your Halloween costume more accurate.”

Elliot hesitated, then nodded.

Lucien’s grin widened as he reached for the collar of his overstretched T-shirt, hooked his fingers beneath the fabric, and ripped it straight down the middle. He exposed a torso so ridiculously massive that Elliot forgot what they had been discussing. Without the shirt, Lucien looked even more enormous—his shoulders were impossibly wide, the muscles across his arms were absurdly thick, and his rounded tits looked deliciously taut.

Lucien tossed the ruined shirt aside, then gestured at his chest with a playful grin. “Well? Still think I look like the vampires in your little stories?”

Elliot could only move his head from side to side. “Fuck,” he whispered.

Lucien laughed and quickly got onto the mattress while Elliot stared at the vast expanse of pale skin and muscle filling his vision. He’d already seen Lucien’s ridiculous proportions beneath his clothes, but having the gigantic vampire this close made the difference between them feel even more impressive.

Lucien brought Elliot closer, but the young man leaned forward himself to lock his lips around the vampire’s massive nipple. He pulled eagerly and started drinking the mouthfuls of delicious milk that came out like a strong stream.

The milk was unnaturally cold, and with every swallow Elliot felt a strange hunger growing stronger rather than disappearing. He gripped Lucien’s massive pec with both hands and kept drinking as the room seemed to sharpen around him. He had expected the experience to feel frightening, but something in the milk was awakening an instinct he hadn’t possessed a few seconds earlier. He wanted more, as if his body understood there was no way back.

Lucien looked delighted and reached forward to support the back of Elliot’s head, keeping him steady as the young man’s strength began to falter. Still, Elliot’s fingers tightened against Lucien’s chest, and he swallowed over and over, hardly noticing that his arms were getting cold or that the pounding inside his ribs had slowed.

Lucien watched him closely, and his cocky smile seemed even prouder. “That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just a little more.”

Elliot’s heartbeat slowed even more, and every thump seemed louder than the last, echoing through his head while a terrible weakness spread into his shoulders, back, and legs. His breathing faltered, and his skin lost its warmth with frightening speed while he could feel the last traces of his human strength slipping away. His eyes widened as another heartbeat passed, followed by an impossibly long silence. Then his heart contracted one last time and stopped.

Elliot didn’t move for a few seconds, but his mouth and throat kept working, driven by pure instinct. His skin turned deathly pale, his fingers got cold, and his lungs stopped moving; but he wasn’t unconscious. Instead, the weakness suddenly turned into extraordinary strength, and his grip tightened, his spine straightened, and indescribable pressure spread throughout his body. He had to pause to let the fake fangs fall from his mouth when real ones grew from his human teeth, but then he latched onto Lucien’s nipple again.

He kept drinking, but he felt his enormous pecs expanding again. The vampire burst into laughter, looking at how Elliot’s whole body grew more muscular while he kept drinking eagerly. Thick new muscle swelled across his shoulders and upper arms, broadening his frame as his back expanded. His biceps grew visibly larger, his forearms thickened, and his thighs and hips strained the fabric of his trousers.

“Oh, Elliot,” Lucien said, holding Elliot’s face more firmly against his tit. “We’re going to have so much fun from this moment on.”

Elliot panted heavily but didn’t stop sucking. His body was taking the cheap costume to its limit already, but he didn’t mind about that anymore. Another growth spurt hit him, and the pants ripped at the sides. He arched his back slightly, and the seams at the back split completely. His arms burst out of the sleeves, and the only thing that crossed his mind at the moment was getting more of Lucien’s milk down his throat. His old Halloween costume was definitely going in the trash anyway.

THE END

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PS: AI Generated images only meant to illustrate the scene.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!🎃