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The Haunted Pumpkin Patch
🕑 Added 2022-10-05 06:18:31 +0000 UTC There was this strange, urban legend. It was hard to believe yet every time Halloween rolled around each year you wouldn't have to try hard to find someone whispering about it. Maybe urban legend isn't the right term. Maybe it's a myth, a fantastical story spread around by the kids of the quiet town in the middle of no where. What else were you supposed to do when all you had around you was a bar for grown ups and endless farm land? It made sense to tell spooky stories at Halloween and so that is what they did. “That's the stupidest story I've ever heard,” Mark said with a slight splutter on the fizzy drink he was sipping. “Stupidest isn't a word, stupid,” Paul muttered through bites of pizza. “Is so.” “Is not.” “Can we get back on topic?” Adam asked, exasperated. Mark narrowed his eyes, “Because talking about a stupid story to scare babies is a much better use of our time? We should be planning our trick or treat route!” Adam rubbed his eyes and grimaced. “That's WHY I'm bringing it up! Weren't you listening at all?” The young blond shrugged to signify a 'not really' as always and picked up another slice of pepperoni pizza that the three boys were sharing. Adam glanced over to Paul – the chubby black haired boy was half way through another slice and also, clearly, not listening. “Look – if we cut through the forest and the field at that farm I'm telling you we'll get to the streets on the far end of town much faster than anyone else. We'll have prime candy picking priority! It's perfect accept for...” Mark stopped munching. “The stupid ghost story?” “It isn't stupid,” Adam insisted. “Kids really have gone missing over the years, you know?” Paul decided to finally join the conversation properly. “Yeah that farm belongs to old man Nelson, right? He hates having people on his property. He probably found some kids, grabbed his shotgun and...” The chubby boy made a gun cocking motion with his hands, aimed it forwards and said “BLAM!”. Mark muttered that people go missing all the time. Adam rolled his eyes and wafted some brown strands of hair up and over his ear before finally grabbing a slice of the almost gone pizza and taking a bite. “Look – we head through the pumpkin patch and into the forest running along the side. We'd only be in the open for maybe three minutes as long as we hurry and then when we're in the trees the old man wouldn't be able to see us. On the far side of the forest we've got all those houses waiting. It's a sound plan but...those stories about people going missing...” “Sounds like you're scared of nothing,” Mark smirked. “It sounds like he's scared of a shotgun to the face! And so he should be!” Paul exclaimed. That was all that was said of the plan for the rest of the night. The stories about the haunted pumpkin patch on the Nelson farm varied slightly depending on who told it. Some believed like Paul did – that the crazy old farmer was killing trespassers with a shotgun or a big, bloody butcher knife. Others believed it was aliens or ghosts or demons that possessed people but the only thing all the stories had in common was that each and every Halloween children would go to the haunted pumpkin patch and vanish without a trace. Two nights later was Halloween night and there still had not been any other conversations about the plan between the three friends. Adam left his house with jack-o'-lantern candy bucket in hand dressed up as a toilet paper mummy. He took his phone and send out a text saying that they should meet up as planned. On the corner of Elm street, Adam found Paul waiting. The chubby kid was wearing short brown pants and some kind of fur scarf that probably belonged to his mom over his shoulders. He held an inflatable pretend club in one hand and his candy bucket in the other. “What...are you supposed to be?” Adam asked. “Caveman,” Paul replied. Adam glanced at Paul's shirtless chest. “Aren't you cold?” “A little.” “What do you think is keeping Mark?” “I dunno.” “You...don't think that idiot thought we meant meet up at...the pumpkin patch, right?” Both boys stared at each other and then whipped out their phones and quickly started texting. Elsewhere in town on the very edge of the so called haunted pumpkin patch, dressed as a tough guy biker in a black leather jacket stolen from his older brother, Mark waited impatiently at the fence. He'd already collected a bit of candy and thought they'd be running through. It was possible he'd misunderstood the conversation they had about what they were doing. Possible, but unlikely. He was good at paying attention. Sometimes. His phone lit up with two text messages. He looked at them -Hey dumbass where r u? -We r @ Elm where r u? Mark sighed. -went 2 farm thought we were doin that. Catch up if u want candy losers! With that he hopped the fence, got low, and ran. It was a foggy night so there wasn't much need to hide, but the field was very open. Strangely open, if the boy had been paying attention. It looked like it should have had plants growing but it was totally barren. Maybe old man Nelson had croaked and no one went to check so his farm went to hell. He made his way as low and fast as possible to the trees beyond the empty field and disappeared into them. It felt much darker in the woods. Mark couldn't explain why – it was more than just the trees hiding the moonlight. The fog felt thicker and the woods denser than they should be. After only a short distance in, Mark had second thoughts. He turned to retreat back out and realized he had lost his way. Hadn't he gone in a straight line? He was sure he had. He walked back a few meters and nothing looked right or familiar. Bringing out his phone he found it had lost all signal, but at least it still provided a small light. A twig creak made him spin on the spot. He held his phone up and forward like someone holding a cross in front of a vampire. Nothing there but darkness and thick, dark wood trees that someone seemed to swallow the light from his phone. All sound seemed to stop. There was no wind no rustling no creaking just pure, suffocating silence. It was then that it happened. Mark looked up just in time for the huge pumpkin to splat onto his head with a loud 'splort'! In the instance panic of the moment he dropped his candy bucket and phone, using both hands to grasp at the pumpkin that had landed on his head and fallen down as far as his shoulders. Within, all he could see was darkness and smelt a sickly sweet scent that filled his nostrils. From where the pumpkin met his neck he felt something dripping down his body. His fingers dug deep into the pumpkin flesh and he felt the same viscous liquid come from those cracks and dents he was making, coating his fingers instantly. He tried to pull his hands away and found them pulled back by whatever now coated them as if it were elastic. He stumbled, hit into a tree and fell onto his butt with a thud. The deep purple slime continued to coat his body and as it went. absorbed the clothing he was wearing. Down to his elbows on each hand were already coated as was half his chest. The leather jacket was in tatters on the floor. Inside the pumpkin he was screaming for help but all noise was absorbed by the mysterious orange thing. He sat up and immediately felt strangely light headed. The scent in the thing sealing his head in was getting stronger. With great difficulty he got to his knees only to immediately fall flat onto his stomach. His limbs didn't seem to want to listen to him and he felt very tired, almost relaxed. The sickly smell was intoxicating. He was breathing it in deeper now and felt things slide into his ears, nose and mouth. Mark couldn't make a noise any more. Thick green vines rose from the dirt and mud around him, ensnaring each of his steadily coated legs. The last part of his pelvis disappeared under the slime and his clothes were long gone. He felt his penis twitch as it was coated and felt the liquid slide inside the tip. With surprising speed his member grew, bulged and bobbed up and down eagerly. He didn't understand the feelings he was experiencing but had no choice other than to enjoy them. As the last of his coating finished at the very tips of his bare toes wriggling around in the cold forest air the green vines lifted him up about a meter off the air still in the same position with his hands stuck to either side of the pumpkin. And then all was silent. The boy encased in the skin tight purple slime, with a pumpkin for a head, shook every so often and there may even have been a slight muffled moan of a boy with a mouthful of slime once. Then there was less shaking. Then even less. A little less each time until all that was left moving was the twitching of his engorged erection sticking proudly out the encased boy. An evil grin on the front of the pumpkin seemed to glow loud and bright. Neither Paul nor Adam had received an answer back from Mark and both were worried. They had reached old man Nelson's pumpkin patch and were trying to find the courage to jump the fence. “You really think he went through here?” “He said this is where he was... He's probably already at the houses on the far side of the trees taking OUR share of the candy too.” “How come he didn't answer us then?” “Wants the candy for himself? How should I know? Are we doing this?” After less thought than would have done them good, both boys slipped over the old wooden fence into the farm's large pumpkin patch. “That's weird,” Adam noted. “What is?” “Well...where are all the pumpkins? I came by here last week in the car with mom and it was full of them.” “Probably sold them. It is Halloween. I love me some pumpkin pie,” Paul said with a slap of his caveman belly. The trip across the strangely empty pumpkin patch was uneventful. There didn't even seem to be any lights on in the spooky farm house across the way. They reached the woods and the next part of their plan, but there was still no sign of Mark. Within the forest the two boys were quickly as lost as Mark had been. Everything seemed darker and the silence was deafening. They stayed close together, huddled out of fear. It wasn't even that big a forest so why did it seem like it went on forever? “What's that?!” Paul exclaimed in a hushed hiss and pointed forwards. There was a light shining up from the ground. With great caution, though perhaps not as much as they should have had, the two young boys found the courage to approach. Waiting for them in the forest grass was a smart phone with the torch on. Adam reached down and flipped it over. The lock screen confirmed, via a photo of him trying to lick his own armpit, that it belonged to Mark. “Ad- Adam spun in time with a loud 'SPLORT' echoing out. His eyes widened in shock as he saw a large pumpkin with an evil grin had splatted onto Paul's head with enough force that it touched his shoulders. The chubby boy was punching and clawing at it, stumbling around. Adam approached but skidded to a halt as he saw thick purple liquid spurt from the bottom of the pumpkin, its eyes, mouth and the holes Paul had made with his fingers. He backed up, terrified of what was happening. He fell on his butt and looked up and that's when he saw someone else. There in the trees hanging very still was a boy encased from neck to toe in skin tight purple slime, a huge pumpkin on their head and thick green vines wrapped around their arms and legs. An large erection was between their naked legs and, although Adam couldn't be sure, he thought it might be Mark. The pumpkin boy hanging from the vines suddenly snapped to life and looked down at him causing him to scream. His attention drew back to Paul. The chubby boy was slumped against a large tree trunk, his struggles reduced to barely shifting left and right with his hands stuck to either side of the pumpkin encasing his head. At moments like these it is when the difference between heroes and cowards is put on display. And it was at that moment that Adam decided to run. Run fast. He turned and broke into a sprint as fast as his legs would carry him. Behind him Paul was being lifted into the air, his now huge erection protruding out from under his purple coated belly. Adam wasn't even sure if he was running back the way they had entered the woods or towards the far end. Everything looked the same. Branches on the trees felt like they were growing, cutting at the toilet paper costume he wore and tearing bits off. Soon he was running naked but didn't care. Every so often behind him he'd hear a SPLAT as something landed heavily on the ground. A short distance up ahead he saw a break in the trees. That was it! That was the way out. He put every last bit of energy he had into sprinting faster and faster. Just as he was about to get out of the trees a tall figure walked out from behind one and he promptly slammed into them and fell on his butt. “What are you doing here?” the tall figure in a thick black rain jacket and hood asked in a gruff voice. “Mister Nelson?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Something happened to my friends! We've gotta get help! I'm sorry! We've gotta get help!” “You don't belong here,” the figure muttered. “I know but LISTEN! Please! My friends they- He turned to point back into the woods and froze with fear. There standing calmly to attention were two small boys, one chubbier than the other, with pumpkin heads and dripping encased erections poking out from their purple coated bodies. He turned back to the man whose huge gloved hand grabbed his head, covering from his nose down to his chin and with tremendous force lifted him off the ground. A strong smell was coming from the man grabbing him, a sickly scent that Adam had smelt in the forest but now ten times stronger. It was seeping out of the jacket the figure wore! “You don't belong here,” the figure repeated. “You should be in THERE with your friends!” The figure tossed Adam's body like a rag doll towards the pumpkin boys with surprising ease. He landed at their feet and when he instinctively tried to run again found that his body wouldn't move. His limbs felt like they were feathers. All power was gone all that remained was the scent. The two pumpkin boys knelt down and began rubbing him all over his body. The slime felt like silk, rubbing every curve and orifice with sensual precision. Wherever they rubbed and stroke and rubbed some more, thick purple slime began to spread out and coat his skin in tight layer. He wanted to get up and move. He still wanted to run but his body felt so tired. Then he gasped as the two pumpkin boys rubbed his penis and brought it to a powerful, purple erection. Far stronger and to attention than he had ever seen it! They then started rubbing a butt cheek each and one even slipped a finger in. With an evil laugh the tall figure threw off his hat revealing a pumpkin sat upon a body made of straw. Adam wanted to scream as it lifted the pumpkin off and it seemed to balloon to double in size before the straw body walked forwards into the forest where he lay, still unable to move. “Breath deep the scent of my sweetness, boy. You'll be my body this Halloween and then we'll play with your friends,” the voice said not from the body but from the pumpkin it now held in one hand. The distance between them was inches now. The straw body got down on its knees, raised the pumpkin high above Adam's motionless body. The boy, still able to move his eyes looked up with fear, despite the arousal his body felt from the boys rubbing him and then- SPLORT! Everything went dark for Adam in that moment. His body felt on fire with arousal and he felt slimy tendrils going into his ears, nose, and mouth. His consciousness faded and his thoughts vanished. He was simply a vessel now for a being more powerful than him. The pumpkin king stood up and ran his hands down his new, supple purple coated boy body. “Yes, this will do,” the pumpkin said with an evil grin. His servants and fellow pumpkins knelt on either side of him rubbing their hands up and down his legs. “My friends do you desire the seed of this body with which to grow strong? We must prepare for next year, after all.” He went to the first pumpkin, the thinner of the two, and stuck Adam's erection into the waiting pumpkin boy's big pumpkin grin. He allowed the boy's body to cum, spreading seed along the inside and the sleeping boy's face within the pumpkin. Next he turned to the chubby pumpkin kneeling and awaiting the gift. Adam's coated penis did not go flaccid. It stayed to attention and dripping with more waiting sweet seed. It slid into the waiting chubby pumpkin boy's grin with ease and splatted the actual boy's face inside with a generous helping. Satisfied at the first of many seedings of the night, the pumpkin king snapped the fingers of the boy he controlled and happily strolled into his cursed wood. His two pumpkin boy friends followed happily behind, savoring the seed swishing around inside their gourds. Waiting for them in the thick fog of the forest was many more pumpkins and their host bodies amassed over many years. It was time for the grand seeding. The pumpkin king hoped Adam's body would be able to keep up with demand...Comments
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