Halloween at the Johnsons’, Part 2
Before her father could muster a response, Sam flourished with her Indigo cloak, stepping to the side just as another figure emerged from the darkness into the pool of light on the front porch. Aiko’s identity was immediately obvious, and not just because her black domino mask did almost nothing to hide her face. Her hair was, admittedly, hidden beneath a wig of short black hair spiked up and back, but there was no mistaking the short girl on his doorstep for anyone else.
Aiko’s tight-fitting costume revealed her unmistakable figure for all to see as she stood under the porch light. Normally, being so exposed would have made her cringe and hide, but ‘disguised’ she stood her full almost-five-foot height proudly, striking a confident pose. Her black-and-gray boots were planted firmly, shoulder-width apart. Bright green skin-tight leggings hugged her long, shapely legs, stretching over the flare of her hips without a panty line in sight. A yellow utility belt cinched around her tiny, tightly-toned waistline, dividing the green leggings from the bright red top.
Even a custom-made costume struggled to adjust where a pair of grapefruit-sized tits exploded from Aiko’s otherwise narrow chest. The red vest-like top did its best, but the sheer volume of her breasts strained at the yellow fasteners barely holding the neckline together. A black circle with a yellow R in the center was emblazoned on the swell of one melon, drawing the eye to her spectacular endowments. A half-cape, black lined with yellow, hung off her shoulders, not quite long enough to hide the tight, round globes of her ass, and a pair of green gloves completed the outfit, flaring out as they extended past her wrists toward her elbows.
Aiko struck a pose, pointing dramatically at Rich. “Titans, go!” She ordered, before half-leaping through the door and then suddenly sidestepping to get out of the way as the next figure approached out of the dark.
Thigh-high purple boots held up by blue bands carried Rosa into the porch light. She’d gone through perhaps the most dramatic transformation for her costume, her long, wavy hair recolored into a cascade of fiery red, costume contacts turning her eyes a soft green with bright emerald pupils, and every inch of skin dyed a soft orange.
And Rosa’s costume showed plenty of colorful skin. Between the tops of her boots and the high hem of a tight, purple micro-skirt, there was a creamy expanse of smooth inner thigh, a sliver of the thick globes of her bubble butt peeking out under the hem. A low-slung blue belt held her skirt together, leaving a wide band of her orange, toned midriff exposed, extending all the way to the bottom slope of her full, volleyball-sized breasts. The tightly-stretched top was pulled up, trading off the coverage of her cleavage to bare a sliver of underboob. The upper portion connected to a metallic collar that extended out in a small disk that lay over her chest and shoulders, a large green gem gleaming in the center. Similar gems gleamed on her bracers, set into the extensions that reached forward to cover the backs of her palms.
Rosa grinned broadly, bouncing on her toes as she spun around, balling her fists and striking a combat-ready pose. “Let us kick the butt!” she exclaimed, before bouncing into the room to make room on the porch for the next figure.
There was a moment of silence, no more figures emerging into the light, even as the rest of the girls waited with baited breath. As the silence grew awkward, Sam approached, peeking around the door frame. “That’s your cue!” she hissed.
“I’m not doing it!” Anna called back from the darkness.
“Come on, everyone loved the costume!” Sam urged.
“Everyone thought I was she-hulk! And my costume isn't even sexy! This is stupid, and I’m not doing it.” Ann replied.
“Come on, everyone’s waiting…” Sam pleaded.
“Come on, let’s just get this over with.” Diamond chided, her voice emerging from the silence.
“I- what? No! Let go! I said I’m not doing this! Gah!” Anna’s voiced sounded.
Armored, knee-high greaves clomped forward along the path as Diamond stepped into the light. The tall, ebony amazon was clad in armor of steel gray, snow white, and electric blue as she marched onto the porch, plating layered over skin-tight black material. Where the greaves stopped, the leggings began, hugging her long, shapely thighs and straining over her insanely wide hips. An angular gray ‘belt’ rested atop them, a thicker section extending down to cover her crotch and at least attempting to conceal some of her magnificent rear. Of course, it failed miserably before the sheer size of her jaw-dropping ass, the thick, wobbling globes of her booty standing proud. Her midsection was unarmored, letting the tight, glossy black material hug her slender waist, a stripe of gray running up the middle, drawing the eye to her rippling abs.
A chest plate started at Diamond’s ribcage, extending forward to cradle her huge, volleyball-sized spheres, and up to the large, electric blue pauldrons at her shoulders. Gray trim ran along the upper edge, a gray trapezoid set right in the middle where the plating and the undergarment ended abruptly in a scooped neckline, baring a mile of flawless mahogany cleavage. Her upper arms were bare too, exposing her biceps, before elbow-high gloves once more covered her flesh. Large gauntlets covered her forearms and hands, steel-gray at the fingers, electric blue on the back of the forearm, and white elsewhere. Her head was mostly untouched, unchanged except for a half-mask of electric blue and white that covered one eye in a red lens.
In one gauntleted hand, Diamond gripped the back of Anna’s collar, dragging her along as she slouched, defeated. Her pale, freckled skin was olive-green, and her normally-coppery locks were a more foresty shade, but her green eyes were left unchanged. Her outfit was simple, with ankle-high purple shoes, a pair of tight black-and-purple bicycle shorts with a silvery belt, and a black-and-purple short-sleeved halter top. Of course, the occupant made all the difference. Anna’s long legs and creamy thighs were just as lovely in green. Her thick, juicy rear still begged to be kneaded roughly. The hourglass curve of her generous hips and narrow waist still inspired images of bending her over and grabbing hold for a long ride. And her chest, her glorious, basketball-sized tits, still proved entirely worthy of the term ‘epic’, straining against the tight confines of her top.
Diamond moved to walk inside, but Sam held up a hand, stopping her. “Hold on, you’ve gotta at least say your line.” she chided.
Diamond sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood in the porch light. “Do I really have to?” she asked, only to receive a determined nod in return. “...Fine. Booyah~...” she muttered, flatly. Sam nodded, satisfied, and gestured them inside.
A sly grin crept across Sam’s soft gray lips as she eased the door closed behind the girls. It clicked shut, and a moment later, the porch light flicked off, shrouding it in darkness deep enough to ward off those trick-or-treaters still roaming the streets. There were tricks and treats aplenty in the Johnson house on that all hallow’s eve, but after that, there were none for children.
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