Prompt: Jolene's Halloween 2024

Summary: Jolene the shapeshifter gets into the Halloween spirit by morphing into various costumes. A prompt for jack2112

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The Halloween season had arrived, and Jolene was slowly getting revved up for the spooky autumnal vibes. All Hallow's Eve was still several weeks off, but it hadn't stopped Jolene from picking up a hundred-pack of kid-sized candies from the nearest grocery. She lamented her own gluttony, having cleared through over half the bowl that same evening. She couldn't help herself; she liked playing with her food, enveloping chocolate bars into her palms and allowing them to melt inside of her molten body. 

Jolene supposed she needed to settle on a costume of sorts, in case any kids came to her door. Or if anyone invited her out to any parties. She hoped none of her friends would spring a surprise invitation on her, and drag her someplace with strangers; her body had a habit of acting out in uncomfortable situations, and she didn't want to break into an orgasm just because some random guy bumped into her.

She rose to her feet, moaning as her folds of fat pulled down the sides of her body, briefly resembling a fleshy ballroom gown, before her figure corrected itself. She paced to the mirror, her body sloshing with each step; Jolene grimaced with the sensation, as it typically preceded weird shit happening to her. 

She stopped in front of an enormous mirror, one which spanned an entire wall. With some of her exercises, she needed something a little more extra than a simple body mirror to appraise her looks sometimes. Her first instinct, when she looked into the mirror, was to pretty herself up. Maybe she could lead with that...

She reached for her short hair, pulling it and twisting it as if kneading dough, curling and stretching it into a soft, smooth braid... too smooth, actually, as it resembled ebony paint more than hair. Her peach flesh shimmered, forming a pale blue, her curves hiking up and compressing against her as a layer of latex emerged, as if spilling from the pores of her body, hugged her in an inky embrace of black and purple. 

After groping herself all over, she looked herself over. In a matter of moments, she had transformed into a living version of the fictional supervillainous, Inque. She struck a flirty pose, a black tongue licking her glossy black lips. She found her eyes drifting to the hypnotic swirls along her body. 

"Heyyyy... uh, hot stuff." She murmured. Her reclusive nature betrayed her sultry appearance.

Jolene received this suggestion from a friend. But as she turned and posed, it didn't feel... sufficient. Truthfully, she wasn't much of a comic person, but when she had the character described to her in breathless detail, she was mostly bored. In her years as a living shapeshifter anomaly, she felt she could do much more... and the power fantasy of it all was lost on her. 

Too sexy too... shouldn't halloween costumes be scary? Maybe something else...

Shlurk... her body shapeshifted again, growing a foot or two in height... in part, due to her legs contorting into large, two toed ungulates, the weight pressed on the soles of her feet. Her body bulged with emerging muscle, her hand swelling as her five fingers merged into a talon-like four. She clenched her jaw, and relaxed as her jaw split open into four alien mandibles, her nose sinking into her fearsome expression. 

Though it hardly looked like it, she was smiling as she appraised herself. She was the spitting image of an Elite from Halo... minus the space soldier armour. She could work on that later.

"Wort wort wort! Wuudagraan! I am the meh! Hehe..." She chuckled to herself, her mandibles wiggling with the exertion. Her steps were heavy as she looked herself over...

...Mm, this was fun, but it might've been too much. She was a bit of a fangirl—XBox Live was one of her few reprieves of social interaction, given her crazy condition—but she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself either. 

"Haaah..." Her shoulders dropped as she quickly shifted to her more typical form. Sexy... scary... she couldn't decide what to be. She lowered her head...

...Her curves were sliding down her body again. She watched as they formed a tent-like dress. She didn't intervene as her lower body disappeared under a fleshy dress. She couldn't see what was going on, but she felt her body acting up again. When her vagina sagged to the floor, her labia folding open so that her clit rubbed against the floor, she gasped and collapsed to her increasingly wobbly legs. 

All of a sudden the tent of skin curled around her lower body, and she flopped over the side. Her body shuddered with a strange sensation starting just under her skin. She panted, her whole body tingling, feeling as though she was being pricked from the inside by thousands of tiny needles. She tried to stretch her legs...

Squelch! Seams lining her lower body split apart into thrashing tentacles, smooth and slick with ooze. Her eyes shot open as a cacophany of thumping followed suit. Her lower body had split into a mess of scarlet-red tentacles, lined with... scales? Wherever she looked, her body was covered in scales!

She pulled herself away from the mirror so as not to let one of those gnarly limbs smash it, only to feel her new claws digging into the hardwood floor. She raised them in front of her; she admired the darker tinge of her arms, as if she was wearing ballroom gloves. 

She bit her lips as a familiar sexual need materialized in her body, a craving for her sexy holes to be filled by bigger and bigger objects... only this one doubled, tripled... she leaned forward and spread the base of two of her tentacles apart (now each stretching over twenty feet) and found a new vagina between each tentacle, seven in all. And at the base of her body, a circular jaw with gnashing fangs. 

She moaned as a long tongue slipped out from her body's lower beak, stroking one of her erect clits; her raucous panting caused a similar tongue to slither free from her mouth and curl around her enormous breasts. She brushed back her long hair—now a bevy of suckered, scaled tentacles— blinked her eyes, iridescent and pearl-like, as her tentacles twisted to tease and plunge into her multiple sexes. She moaned with pleasure, baring her razor sharp teeth.

Sexy and scary... perhaps this red-scaled kraken look could work, if she could control her raging libido for long enough.