One of the advantages of having the garage attached to the house was the glorious heat that seeped on through no matter the season. That little factor made it a worthwhile workplace all year around, and Halloween was certainly no exception. Keira, for what it was worth, rested her back against the wall as she stared at the ferret in front of her, toiling away. He had spent the past hour organizing the front half of the garage, his ruddy copper fur almost a blur as he flew about, moving boxes and canisters along the side of the room, as if clearing the way for something important.

“Come on, Psi,” Keira purred impatiently, “hurry up! If you take any longer there’s not going to be enough time!”

The lithe ferret with a feminine figure looked back at Keira and scoffed. “I’m working my tail off here, you know. I’ll get you started in just a second, okay? Besides, Luxuira told me the best way to get this project going, so we have plenty of time.” He couldn’t help but wink to the feline as she stretched out a bit more, her slate- and cream-ish fur on full display, being nude and all.

“Take any longer and I’m putting my clothes back on!”

“GOD, NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!” He may have been sarcastic and joking with his response, but the mustelid was more than happy to pluck a few large chocolate cream pies out from some of the boxes in front of him. With all the grace he could muster, he rushed over to his kitty friend and offered four of them, as they were balanced precariously in his hands and along his arms “Take your pick, before I decide to take your place!”

“Ohhhhhh, no you don’t!” Keira scoffed, right as she grabbed each pie and started scarfing each one down with her bare hands. “You’re not ruining my Halloween costume this year if I can help it!”

With Keira distracted and guzzling down chocolate and whipped cream at a feverish rate, Psi took the opportunity to rush along towards the front of the garage and shove the remaining boxes towards Keira. The way that he had set it all up resulted in moving nearly a dozen large cardboard boxes filled to the brim with pasties, confections, and junk food with drastic ease. “Hey, we had a lovely, ‘productive’ Halloween last year, didn’t we? Besides, I’m here to make you look your best, honey!”

Under ordinary circumstances Keira would have been likely to respond, but her mouth was far too full with sugary delights to give off anything other than a little murmur of approval. It only took her three minutes to polish off the first two pies, but before she could dig her stained claws into the third, the ferret snuck a rubber hose right between her lips. 

“Just relax and take in three deep breaths, Keira. Lux said this would help you keep up your snacking pace and all!” The slinky ferret took the time to scratch right behind Keira’s ears as she followed his instructions to the letter. Between both Psi and Lux, there was no doubt that they would make this holiday quite special. That and, really, it was Lux’s garage; it would be rude to ignore whatever Lux happened to have in mind. This was her event, after all, and, eventually, the three of them would go out and party later.

“Good girl!” The ferret beamed with pride as he started to scratch underneath Keira’s chin. “For being so good, I’m going to help you get all of this luscious food into that belly of yours. Just say when!”

The following hour moved like a blur. The remaining chocolate cream pies were gone in a little over a minute, most of which was splattered a bit across both Psi and Keira’s torsos. If there was more time they could have been a bit more precise about everything, especially since looking slovenly was not the point of what Lux had in mind, but it was far easier to clean up at the end than worrying about being polite in the interim.

The pastries flew every which way as Psi gathered them all and presented them to the kitty. Eclairs and pies were a fine start, ranging from every fruit combination and latticed or meringue topping imaginable. Fruit tarts went just as quickly, each one glistening with an overabundance of simple sugar just oozing off their crust. The cream puffs, filled with so many different rich, egg-based custards wound up being practically inhaled by Keira from across the room. Then, came the cakes, from single-layered offerings to seven-layer varieties, each sporting their own saccharinely sweet flavors.

To her credit, Keira sported a ravenous appetite, most of it completely natural. The fact that she was eating so fervently, however, was enhanced somewhat by the particular gas canister Lux happened to provide Psi with before they even started. It was meant to not only increase Keira’s internal capacity to astronomical levels, but also to help assist in adding a great deal of girth to her frame. By the time she was six boxes in to all of the foodstuffs, she Keira had already gained a solid few hundred pounds; her belly pushed outward to massive proportions, spilling over a good portion of her chunky thighs. If there were any reason to get up she would have had difficulty in doing so, but at least her expanding backside made it all the more comfortable to sit in place for her extended feeding.

By the ninth box, Psi couldn’t help but start feeding Keira everything by hand. This not only kept each bit of food being consumed at a constant rate, but also let the kitty relax all the more. Truth be told, Keira did not have any other choice; all of that excessive feeding and attention not only quintupled her original weight, but she was growing all the more roundish by the minute. As the rest of her torso and midsection started to burgeon outward with fat, her legs and arms started to be overtaken with the various rolls of pudge that surged forth. 

When it came time to start the eleventh cardboard box, and delve into loads of triple-glazed, chocolate ganache-slathered cookies as big as Keira’s head, the kitty had hardly any more room to grow as far as width was concerned. Her ability to move was entirely restricted, thanks to her appendages being completely engulfed in her own obese body. The only part of her that stuck out was her head, still at its original size. Keira’s body nearly spanned the entire width of the garage, nearing a good 20 feet, while her height grew proficiently as well. He head was reaching fairly close to the ceiling itself at a good 14 feet tall. Thankfully for them both, Psi was able to get rid of the scant few remaining cookies by tossing them upwards like Frisbees.

“Mmmmmm,” Keira slurred aloud as she rocked back-and-forth slightly in place. If not for her friend holding her in place, she was likely to roll forward towards the closed garage door. Before his arms grew too tired to hold Keira in place, Psi started to rock her about slightly, making sure to twist her around with each miniscule attempt. It took a few more minutes than originally anticipated, but eventually he was able to get the blimp of a feline onto her side. Even if she were to roll forward from that position she was unlikely to run over her own tail, not to mention her own adorable face.

“There we go. Now there’s no chance that you’ll hurt a single purple-streaked black hair on your adorable head.” Psi gave a reassuring pat along the massive furry gray sphere he called a friend, right before noticing that his hand was surprisingly wet. His palm slapped damply against matted fur, and his cheeks adopted a crimson hue as he realized that he just brushed up against Keira’s female bits by accident. 

Whether or not that soaked, matted fur was due to his touch or the expansion was completely unknown, but from the moaning Keira brought into the confined space, there was no doubt that it was a welcome sensation. “W-what’s wrong with you, Psi?! Are you going to help me out or not?” Her voice lilted in anticipation, pregnant with tantalizing expectations.

The sight alone of Keira’s exposed pussy was quite staggering. All of the extra weight and height that spilled onto her frame wound up enlarging her feminine bits as well; her dripping, needy box was nearly three times as large as before, quivering in place as it longed for attention. Psi couldn’t help but run his fingers along the outer lips, moving slowly and massaging starting from the very bottom. His fingers moved on up with trepidation, letting them linger and take their time. Time was of the essence, seeing as how his own self-given timeline gave them only 20 minutes left to spare in order to be completely ready. However, with the way that Keira’s body shook in place as his massage inched closer to her clit, it would be cruel not to at least bring his beloved the relief she sorely needed. 

Besides, there’s such a thing as being fashionably late on Halloween.

Given the enormity of Keira’s entire body, Psi struggled a bit once he finally encountered Keira’s enlarged clit. In the past he was able to massage its hood with relative ease, usually with a single finger, maybe two to really get her body rumbling with purrs. But, in its engorged stage, he found the special area easily palm-able, and treated the nub with both of his palms with as deep a kneading as he could muster.

Psi couldn’t help but continue his repetitive motions, swirling his hands around in clockwise motions as Keira couldn’t help but orgasm slightly. Her excess enthusiasm dribbled down from between her nether lips, matting her fur as it slipped along. As Psi continued his intimate massage, however, the continuous flow of sugary femcum lead his hands to slip, sending his arms surging into his close friend well up to his elbows.

The sudden, filling rush of Psi’s arms sent the feline into waves of bliss. Her body jiggled with anticipation, yet she did everything in her power in order to stay as still as possible. The last thing she wanted to do was to start rolling away with Psi holding on for dear life. The ferret, in the interim, apologized profusely for the sudden trip into the cat’s depths.

“I’ll get right out of you, I sweamfffmf!!”

Try as he might, Psi found himself struggling against a feline variant of quicksand; no matter which way he moved, he felt the feline’s velvety inner walls utterly unwilling to let him slip back out. His fingers slipped against her folds, her constant flow of cum preventing him from doing anything more than sliding in near up to his shoulders. He apologized before raising his knee and pressing it against what should have been Keira’s rump, trying to get enough leverage outside in order to at least withdraw his arms. T took a few attempts, but finally, despite all of her cries for more, he found that his wrists were finally approaching her cunny proper, with just a few inches away towards freedom.

Whether or not Psi slipped, or Keira decided to bound herself forward to press into him some more, was impossible to tell. Regardless, as he was about to wrest himself towards freedom, Psi lost his gripping and flew forward with all of his might. His elongated muzzle slapped heavily into that drenched fur, and his nose twitched at the top of Keira’s petals, tickling her exposed clit. Apparently his arms sank back into her depths until it they nearly swallowed him up to his shoulders., keeping his head on the outside as it writhed about in surprise, constantly assaulting the feline’s erogenous zone with relentless attention.

To her credit, Keira screamed out what sounded like his name, right before she bit her lower lip to keep the neighborhood from hearing. As much as she held back with her voice, however, she couldn’t do the same with her utter torrents from down below. Her balloon-like body jerked in place as each orgasmic wave splashed out suddenly into the ferret at full force, soaking his chest down to his skin until not a square inch of him remained dry. As thanks, Psi thrust his body up against his kitty’s undercarriage, eking out every  ounce of ambrosia from her depths whilst rebounding off of the countless mounds of fat that lay beneath her rotund frame.

Exhaustion came quickly to the duo, but not before Psi slipped free. All of the excessive cream that lay about the garage made it possible, although it also presented a slippery problem. Every time Psi tried to prop himself up against his coitus-scented berry of a friend he tumbled down to the floor. There was just no way to get a grip on her, yet he still tried. The elated sounds she kept making after each failed attempt were all the more reason to try his hardest.

“S-say, how about we get to cleaning up while we still can?” It was easy enough for Keira to suggest, having found those fifteen minutes after all of the fun ended to be as relaxing as could be. Being able to lay there on her back with complete ease didn’t hurt, either.

With a bit of a sigh, he ferret rose to his feet and walked over to the stationary hose, which he had prepared in advance while cleaning out the rest of the garage. He could have used a bit more of a rest, but at least they had a few minutes left before the big reveal.

“Alright, alright,” Psi groaned as he aimed the rubber hose at Keira’s enormous midsection. “Don’t blame me if it’s a bit cold!”

“Why would I blame you, you lovely NNNGGGGG, SON OF A!!”

“That’s it, keep thinking happy thoughts!” The splashback alone was enough to send shivers up Psi’s spine, the icy water really giving his synapses a run for their money. “It’ll be fast! Just have to really smooth out your fur down there so you aren’t showing off for the whole neighborhood and all. That, and you get to douse me next!”

Keira shook in place until the ordeal was over with. She easily got her revenge on the slender ferret as she gave him a spraying that lasted a good two minutes longer than her watery affair. It may have helped that he was soaked from head to toe in her juices, whereas only her immense lower half was subject to such sensual pleasure.

Afterwards, despite trading some good-natured insults with one another, Psi quickly shook off the excess water from his fur and slipped into costume. It was a modest affair, for the most part. It all looked like fairly standard stuff he would wear, at least until he grabbed a large leather jacket and a ruddy-colored fedora. The hat looked as if it had seen better days, but it paired quite well with the coat, not to mention the large bullwhip Psi pulled off of one of the workbenches by the automatic garage door opener.

“If you hit me with that thing,” Keira mused as she rocked in place, “I’m going to flatten you . Keep that in mind!”

“Then I’ll just have to find a way to get you to fill me back up! Anyway, we’re right on time. Ready to roll?”

“Literally? Yeah!” She couldn’t help but let out quite the laugh. Even as they were getting ready they both could hear Lux right outside of the garage, halfway through her prepared speech to the various trick-or-treaters she had gathered for her haunted house’s grand finale. She planned to have one major tour this year, with other friends lending a hand to at least get a good crowd of 60 or so lucky costumed tykes to tour through her spookily attired abode. After scaring the daylights out of most of them, she was now rewarding them all with three king-sized candy bars apiece, appeasing them while their parents waited patiently across the street.

Little did they know that they were a single sentence away from the true climax of the night, just as Psi got into position. With just a few more words to go, he hit the wireless garage door opener.  
“One…two…three!”

He talked to himself as he waved his arm back towards Keira, indicating that it was her time to shine. All it took was a few small wiggles in place until she started rolling slowly towards the ferret, using the slight decline in the cement floor to eventually gain more momentum. 

The timing was as pinpoint accurate as could be. As the doors almost reached their apex the entire crowd of kids could see a costumed ferret of an adventurer darting towards them, brandishing a cheap tiki idol from a discount store. Looming right behind him, towering above their heads bounded Keira, rolling along at quite an impressive clip and threatening to roll over anything that stood in her way. Granted, Lux took care of this possibility by silently casting a protective spell on everyone in the area, so even if Keira would accidentally squash someone they would be perfectly fine, cushioned by magic and feeling as normal as could be. 

The children scrambled every which way in a panic, knocking into one another as they clutched their satchels and buckets so as not to lose a single piece of candy. The din was unbelievable, the screams reaching clear across the block as the parents could only watch along. Most of them were doubled-over in hysterics, laughing at the sight. 

Above it all, Luxuira cackled with the most menacing voice she could muster, absolutely hamming it up to her best ability.

“HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYBODY!!”