The comic shop bustled and bounced with energy, a good-sized crowd of fun-loving nerds having gathered. The cheesiest of superhero movies played on a TV in one corner, the canned beverages were dispensed liberally, and positive vibes flowed through the air. For everyone here, it was just a great chance to bond, to be around their friends and enjoy all the wonderful nerdy things in their lives. Whether they were dressed as heroes, villains, videogame protagonists, tabletop characters, or in at least one case a comical representation of poorly-constructed bootleg merchandise…What mattered was that they were together.

 

All of which explained why Sintrae had to hide just how down she was feeling, taking pulls from her soft drink to not have to think about it. Had she fucked up, and pushed too hard on Jordan? She’d thought she’d clocked him, honestly. That he was an egg waiting to hatch, and she was trying to balance it, to put him in a position where happy actualized girl Jordan could start pecking her way out. Hell, what was Halloween even for, if not free candy and budget-friendly gender realizations?

 

Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe Jordan really had just come down with something, and that wasn’t an excuse to avoid the party. Maybe she’d get to see her friend show off whatever costume he’d been planning to wear, and talk plans to find some convention or something to use it at. That would be nice. …At the very least, she hoped he’d show up to game night. It was too easy to lose a good player, and too hard to get new ones when you played weird vintage games…

 

These thoughts swirled around in the young woman’s head, distracted and scattered. And all of it meant she didn’t notice their latest guest. Nobody noticed-noticed, really. A witch joining the festivities certainly wasn’t worth commenting on, after all. And with her head so befuddled, Sintrae didn’t even take a second glance at the black-clad figure who sauntered over to the drink cooler, dropping a dollar bill into the donation box and fishing out a can of somet–

 

“Jordan, is that you?” May asked, from under a good half-pound of green makeup and hairspray.

 

That got Sintrae to look up.

 

And when she saw the leggy, sleek, busty witch that May had directed the question to, she barely managed to aim her spittake down at the ground instead of all over her friend.

 

Then came a laugh; a rich, throaty laugh, with a voice smooth and cultured. “Oh, don’t be silly, Be’Kok…Obviously it’s Madame Shadow, tonight~” Jordan said, giving an exaggerated wink. And that was not a voice of a first-timer at girl-moding; That sounded like someone who knew exactly how to play their voice to the crowd, to take those deeper tones and still make them sound womanly.

 

Sintrae managed to catch her breath, looking up properly at Jordan. The dress they were wearing was…Well, it was a Halloween costume, so only slightly more substantial than the eco-friendly tissue paper it had been wrapped in. But those legs, long and creamy, were perfectly smooth, not a single hair visible to be out of place. And that chest…Had Sintrae not seen them mere days ago, she would have sworn they were natural. Shit, she could probably be convinced they were, and Jordan had just been hiding them this whole fucking time…If it weren’t for the fact that someone that good at acting would have probably put a smidge more effort into portraying Madame Shadow.

 

“Well, whatever you want to go by tonight, you look amazing,” May said, all smiles and canned cocktails. “Where’d you manage to find a costume on such short notice? I ended up having to make the green makeup, everyone was picked clean…Derek got lucky, he just had to cut some elf ears out of cardstock and buy that damn plastic ukelele.”

 

“I never would have guessed it was anything less than professional grade, my dear,” Jordan said, waving off any concerns about the costumes. “I found this lovely little popup out in a shopping center near the old mall. Must have been a terrible location, because they still had everything I needed…The costume even came with an old tape! Speaking of, you like those vintage media things, don’t you? I don’t suppose you have a way we could play it?”

 

“Done and done,” May said. “You just send me a picture of the tape when you get home, so I know if I should bring a VCR or a betamax machine.”

 

“You’ll have to tell me the difference sometime, darling,” Jordan said, sipping at his drink.

 

Sintrae had waited long enough. She caught herself, putting her questions aside as she approached the pair. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it tonight,” she said, dancing around the elephant in the room. “You look good. Really good.”

 

Jordan smiled, their perfectly painted face lighting up at the sight of Sintrae. “Sintrae, there you are! Oh, you look amazing too…Is this custom? I don’t think I know the character, please do tell…”

 

Sintrae nodded, standing there in what could only be described as a chitinous bikini. “Mmhm. It’s a Knife Witch costume. Figured it made more sense to test it on a party before I risk wearing it for an entire convention day. How do you think the pieces came out?” she asked, turning so Jordan could see the backside.

 

…How had Jordan gotten a box of candy into their hands by the time Sintrae was facing them again? She didn’t see or hear anything, it had only been a second…

 

But Jordan certainly didn’t act like anything was amiss, as they popped a handful of store-brand chocolate malt balls into their mouth. “I love it! Tell me more about Knife Witch, what’s her story?”

 

That got Sintrae to pause. “Well, she was a 90s comic antihero. She’s a witch. Who…Has a knife,” she said. Well, when you put it that way, it just sounded silly, now didn’t it.

 

Yet Jordan just nodded along. “I see, I see…She clearly must be important to you! Do you have any issues of her comic in the store we could look at?” they asked, their interest clear as day.

 

Sintrae’s plan had not been to show Jordan the comic that had put the first crack in her own gender-shell, let alone to be doing it here at a Halloween party in full costume. And yet, she found herself swept up in their own enthusiasm for the material. “Probably…Come on, the 90s bin is over this way,” she said, leading her way into the crowd…Not seeing Jordan grab extra boxes of candy as they went by the snack table.

 

But then, not even Jordan seemed to notice they did it, their gloved hands just seeming to have a mind of their own…

_____

 

Jordan awoke to the sound of his apartment door being knocked. His face tensed, and he rubbed his eyes. He felt *exhausted*, still. Halloween had been . . . the most fun he’d had in maybe ever. But it also had been a lot.

        *Oh shit, I hope that’s not May . . . or maybe it would be better if it was.*

        Jordan walked to the front door, still dressed in his Cynthia costume, hoping someone he knew was on the other side, and opened it. Raven stood outside, holding a package in his hands.

        “Hey, just wanted to follow up with you. Did you have a fun Halloween?”

        Jordan’s brow furrowed as he rubbed his eyes again. “Uh, yeah. Did we talk about you coming here?”

        Raven put his pipe in his mouth thoughtfully, and exhaled a cloud of lavender onto Jordan’s face, as a substitution for an answer.

        As Jordan waved some of the vapor away from himself, he accepted the package being pressed underneath his breasts. The beleaguered nerd reached for the small knife he used to open packages he kept nearby, and removed the tape on top of the box. He opened it, and found that it was filled with boxes of microwavable MALL brand popcorn.

        “Uh . . . does MALL stand for something?”

        Raven smiled proudly, nodding as he inhaled from his pipe once more. “Oh yes, it stands for many things. Being proud, powerful, that kind of thing.”

        “No, I mean, is it an acronym?”

        Raven’s confidence faltered. “It stands for . . . Mama’s . . . awesome . . . likable . . . licrowavable . . . um . . .”

        Jordan grabbed the door, and began to slowly, but insistently, close it. “Ok, thanks for the popcorn. I’ll see you around.”

        As the door was about to close, Raven exhaled more lavender vapor through the slightly ajar space. Jordan rolled his eyes, and put the popcorn down on the table next to his couch.

        *There’s no way I’m eating that . . . it’s probably laced with something.*

        Jordan walked into his bedroom, and opened his closet. He began to pull off his black dress, before replacing it with a proper, less cheap looking black dress that he’d bought last night.

        He froze. Had he . . . done something the night before? He’d gone straight home after the Halloween party . . .

        There was more knocking from his front door. Jordan made sure his fresh dress was on properly, and he adjusted his bountiful crimson hair, before opening it.

        May smiled when she saw Jordan. “Hi! Oh! You have a new dress! That's great! How are you?” Then, her expression deflated slightly. “Oh, you’re . . . still wearing the wig!”

        May also wanted to mention that Jordan looked *softer*, but it just felt unnecessary. Especially since Jordan was finally starting to look healthy, for the very first time.

        Jordan's eyes widened as he touched the wig. “Oh, uh . . . yeah, I guess I am.” His attention turned to the VHS player May was holding. “Oh, let me get out of the way so you can put that down!”

        May entered the apartment and put her VHS player on the floor in front of the TV, before grabbing the box of MALL popcorn and walking to the microwave. “So, you seemed to really enjoy yourself at the Halloween party last night!”

        Jordan’s mouth opened as he watched May start the microwave; he wanted to voice his concerns about the popcorn, but he knew he would sound delusional if he said he thought the kernels were *poisoned* somehow.

        “Um, yeah! The Halloween party was fun. It kind of felt like all of my anxieties melted away.”

        May smiled as the kernels began to pop. “I bet they all just disappeared into that wig of yours!”

        Jordan touched the wig again. “. . . yeah.” He grabbed the VHS tape and moved it into the player as May began to walk back from the microwave. She poured the contents of the bag into two bowls, placing one into Jordan’s lap. He reluctantly ate a handful of the popcorn as she started playing the VHS tape.

        At first, there was no picture, but after a brief moment, faint light started to reveal itself in the darkness, dramatic organ stock music began to play, and the camera began to pan past some candles, fake skulls, and candles on fake skulls.

        Then, there was a dissolve, and Madame Cynthia’s hand appeared, stroking a black cat, which was scarcely visible due to the quality of the tape and the fact it was sitting on her black dress.

        Jordan’s eyebrows raised slightly. Cynthia’s hand looked . . . soft. Wristless. The camera slowly zoomed out, confirming what he had suspected. The Madame of Horror was, in a word, fat. Her body took up almost two whole cushions of the couch she was seated on, and every single inch of her form looked incredibly plush and soft, from her enormous belly, to her full breasts, to her rounded arms and thighs.

        “Wow, you’re a lot thinner than her”, May casually noted.

        Cynthia looked at the wine glass she was holding, as she thoughtfully gyrated it and aired out her drink. She took a sip of the red wine, turned her attention to the camera, and began to speak in a throaty, seductive voice. “Greetings, my precious children of darkness. Are you ready to join me for another catastrophe of cinema? Ready to live . . . in Cyn?”

        Jordan felt a pang of something in his chest as he looked at the horror hostess. Cynthia’s body was so decadent, so luxurious in its abundance, it was almost perverse. Was he feeling envy? Jealousy? No, surely not . . . neither of those things would make any kind of sense. He slowly brought a second handful of popcorn up to his lips, as he felt a growing erection pressing against his bowl.

        The Madame of Horror moved her glass to the hand that had been stroking her cat, and she began to use her other hand to stroke her long and full crimson hair. “Tonight’s film is from Japan, an animated picture called Cyber-Genetics. Curl up with me, and witness this film’s insatiable *appetite* for nudity and gore.”

.  .  .

 

After a pleasurable 90 minutes of excessive violence, humor, and overflowing sexual content, the VHS tape ended.

        Jordan felt like he'd been hit by a truck. *What . . . what was that?!*

        May started to rewind the tape. "That was a lot of fun! I wonder if this has already been archived online? Maybe we should digitize it."

        ".  .  . yeah."

        May stood up and looked at Jordan, who had a thousand yard stare on his face. "Oh, are you feeling ok? I guess that anime was kind of scary."

        Jordan left his haze. "No! I'm fine. I'll . . . see you again soon. Maybe we should watch movies more often."

_____

 

The night was not young, per se. It was, after all, well past midnight. Most of the unsuspecting populace was well asleep, tucked into their beds and with no idea of what loomed and lurked in the witching hours. But she knew. She knew, and she adored it, and hungered for it. That was what had led to her search. Her hunt. And what she found was not prey, but hunting grounds. A place for those like her to gather, and feast upon their conquest.

 

By day, it was an arthouse theater. A place for indie movies, for little art pieces and documentaries. The only mainstream movies to come through it were anniversary showings, all prim and proper and negotiated through the studios to be on the books just so. But by night…Oh, by night was when the magic happened. When those who knew didn’t have to worry about approval, about hunting who had bought what corpse of what corpse to ultimately find the megaconglomerate that didn’t even know it owned something.

 

She checked her makeup one last time. Skin creamy pale, lips painted glossy black, eyes deep and smokey. She looked like a vampire, given away only by the fact that she appeared in the compact mirror at all. With a smile, and a heft of her bosom, she approached the theater building. The lights were all off, the marquee shut down, all a sign that there was nothing to be found here.

 

The first hint that all was not as it seemed, was the voice at the empty ticket booth. “Sorry, miss, we’re closed for the night,” a woman said on the other end.

 

“From silver screens come lurid screams,” she said in return.

 

There was silence.

 

And then, a chuckle. “Oh, I don’t recognize that voice…It seems we have a new member. Come on in, then~”

 

The doors were, of course, unlocked. The tinted glass hid the lobby from outside eyes…But as soon as she stepped through, all was alight with life. Once a golden-age movie palace, the theater still sang with an elegance that spoke to the weight of its history. Certainly, it befitted the small crowd that had gathered in the space. Older, mostly women, all dressed in a gothic pseudo-formality that called to mind the darkest and moodiest of clubs. There were younger ones here too, college film-buffs hungry for the past…But few of them were any degree of independent, almost every one clinging to a Mommy or Daddy who had clearly brought them into this place.

 

“Ah, and there’s our new guest~” came the voice from the ticket booth. But this time, there was no artificial distortion. Because their host stood in the flesh. Tall, dusky, richly curved, wrapped in an elegant gown that subtly shimmered over darkness like the night sky. Her mature face carried laugh lines well, the streak of grey running through her hair looking stylish rather than merely a sign of age. “A pleasure, of course, though I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said, approaching her newest member. “I’m Fidda, but my friends just call me Fi. And you are…?”

 

“Cynthia,” she introduced herself in turn, the borrowed name rolling smoothly off the tongue. Jordan was to rest tonight, firmly tucked away. And oh, she had ample space to tuck in, now. Her own body had taken to curves wonderfully, hips flaring out and waist softening into a luxuriously rounded hourglass. She didn’t even have breastforms in tonight, just a few layers of padding over an increasingly generous chest. “I heard about the get-togethers here through the grapevine, and it’s been so long since I’ve been able to see a movie with some meat to it on the silver screen…”

 

Fi gave a chuckle, too put-together for a childish giggle. “Oh, you’ll fit in wonderfully, Cynthia. I was just about to start getting dinner orders from everyone…But please, do mingle! Meet some of your fellow appreciators of fine cinema…” She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a stage whisper. “And if you’re on the prowl, well, Sage over there just had a nasty breakup with their Mommy. Just a thought…”

 

***

 

Cynthia settled into her spacious chair, aimed at the silver screen. This was no mere lineup of cheap fold-down seats aimed forward, oh no; This lovely little theater went all out, with full luxurious chairs and tables, so one could properly eat while enjoying a classic. Even by day, it was a destination if you had even the slightest interest in any of the films they could show. And now here, with the full library at hand…Well, it was something to behold, to be sure.

 

And she wasn’t alone at her table, either. Sage, the adorable little thing that had been so heartlessly abandoned, brought the steaming trays with them. “H-Here you go, miss Cynthia,” they said, all nerves and worries. They set an entire pizza down in front of the gothic beauty, their own cheeseburger looking far more modest by comparison.

 

“Mm, I do love the sound of you calling me Miss, darling,” Cynthia purred, reaching out to stroke the enby’s arm. Their slim frame was dressed up in something akin to a skirt-suit in black and green, riding all number of presentational lines. Cynthia couldn’t even tell what was waiting under that skirt, but it was fine. She’d find out, and someone would get something stuck in them tonight~ “Do you know what movie Fi’s prepared for us tonight?”

 

Sage shook their head, a sharply angled bob-cut in their namesake shade of green bouncing with the movement. “I’ve only been a few times, but I think it’s always a surprise…”

 

Almost as if on cue, Fi took that moment to step onto a stage right in front of the massive projection screen. “Welcome back once again, ladies, gentlemen, and all in between,” she said, voice echoing through the theater’s sound system. “Your dinner orders should be in hand, and snacks at the ready, which means we can begin our night’s festivities…We’ll be starting with a grindhouse classic, Cannibal Lesbians Attack, one of the earliest known depictions of cunnilingus in a published film…Of course, they only got away with it because the tonguing turns to biting. And after that and our brief intermission, it’ll be time for the main attraction, The North Ranch. I don’t think I need to tell any of you why that particular film is noteworthy. Settle in, and enjoy yourselves. I certainly will~”

 

By the time Cynthia was on her second slice of double-cheese luxury, the screen came to life. And her world was forever changed.

 

***

 

 

 

The theater burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the scene, any attempt at maintaining a horrific atmosphere utterly lost…But of course, the film hadn’t exactly been making many attempts to begin with. It was schlock, pure and simple, far more interested in squirting strawberry syrup over bare breasts than establishing a mood.

 

Cynthia was having the time of her life. She laughed and laughed with the rest of the audience, delighting in the sheer absurdity…Until her gaze caught dear Sage, sitting there with their cheeseburger all finished and with nothing to do. “Mmmm,” she cooed, ideas starting to form. “Sage, darling, could you pass me a slice of pizza?”

 

“O-Oh, yes,” Sage said, pulling the closest slice off the pie…Only to freeze, as Cynthia’s mouth hung open waiting for it.

 

When the enby didn’t feed her right away, she brought her mouth into a smirk. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come on…Give me the pizza, Sage~” Cynthia said, opening her mouth wide.

 

And as poor Chastity was eaten on the massive screen behind her, Cynthia got her prize. She bit down on the pizza, the slick oil bursting from the cheese like syrup from the prop flesh in the film. She moaned as lewdly as Saphonie, as full of desire, as she bit and chewed and tore into it all.

 

When that slice was done, as she gnawed on chewy crust and watched Saphonie work on a leg-bone, all it took was a tap on Sage’s shoulder to get them to ready the next slice.

 

And the next.

 

And the next.

 

On and on, until the feeding was done.

 

***

 

To her credit, Cynthia stopped to freshen up, before she returned to her new friends. She cleaned the grease off her face, the crumbs from her cleavage, and generally made herself presentable before she found the crowd of film buffs. “Oh, that was the best double-feature I had in years! What a contrast. I can’t believe I didn’t find out about this little escapade sooner.”

 

“I’ll say,” Gwenevere said. She was on the shorter side, but her own rounded curves and sheer confidence made her seem larger than life…And a pair of intense stilettos under her slitted dress certainly didn’t hurt. “Though I couldn’t help but notice that you were having more fun with the food and your…companion than with the movie, darling.”

 

If it was any attempt to call Cynthia out, it certainly didn’t work. What shame did she have to hide? She just laughed, her well-padded chest bouncing with every guffaw. “Well of course I did! The movies were wonderful, but they’ll stick around…Sage here might have run off if I didn’t get them while the getting was good~” she said, wrapping an arm around the enby. Their face ended up pressed against her breasts, which was exactly where said face belonged.

 

That little display got a fresh round of laughter from the crowd, the men and women swiftly charmed by Cynthia’s own bravado. Even Gwenevere joined in, any attempt at a rivalry or clash thoroughly lost.

 

Fi clapped her hands together, all smiles as she joined the group at last. “A wonderful evening as always…Now, I don’t need to kick everyone out right away, but we do need to close up at some point tonight. And Cynthia, I certainly hope we’ll be seeing you back the same time next week?” she asked, eyeing their latest member.

 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Fi,” Cynthia said. She grinned broadly, squeezing Sage close to her once again. “And speaking of worlds, I’ve got to see this cutie’s place so they can rock mine~”

 

***

 

Sage pulled into the parking lot, Cynthia studying the adjacent apartment building.

        “You’re going to have to drive me home tomorrow morning. This is quite a distance from my inner sanctum.”

        The enby nervously stammered. “s-sorry Mommy.”

        The crimson haired woman rested her hand behind Sage’s neck, and began to give them gentle scratches at its base. “Nothing to be sorry about. I just need you to be a good little enby for your Mommy, ok?”

        They entered Sage’s studio apartment. Various posters included with boutique horror Blu-Rays hung up on the walls, and the floor was covered in dirty laundry and used sex toys resting on a small towel next to Sage’s bedside table.

        “Sage darling, please help me out of my dress.”

        Cynthia loosened the silk belt on her dress, and the nervous whimpering enby helped to remove the tight black velvet garment from the full figured woman, before leaving to use the bathroom. The Madame moved her hands around her hair, and somehow, her beehive collapsed, adding itself to the already abundant amount of hair she already had resting.

        Cynthia moved onto Sage’s bed, and leant against their pile of pillows, taking the opportunity to spread her legs and allow her cock and scrotum room to breathe.

        When Sage returned from their bathroom, their eyes nearly popped out of their head at the sight of the rubenesque woman lounging on their bed, eyes filled with lust, flesh filled with sensuality and promising decadent . . . sex.

        “Cat got your tongue?” Cynthia said with a seductive grin.

        Despite her arousal, Sage could also see that she was tired. They knew that she had just eaten an entire large pizza by herself, but they didn’t know that she’d also been awake for an entire day beforehand living a completely different life as a guy named Jordan.

        Sage anxiously climbed onto their bed and felt Cynthia’s hand begin to scratch and coddle them.

        “Pamper me. Massage every inch of me.”

        Sage began to rub the Madam’s soft growing belly, and with a nod from her, started stroking her cock. Cynthia made a low moaning sound, before letting out a relieved sigh.

        “What do you like being called, servant?”

        The enby whimpered again. “s-servant is good Mistress.”

        “You can call me Mommy. Don’t be afraid.” Cynthia placed a hand on Sage’s shoulder, and gently pulled them down until they were laying next to her. “Continue stroking me while you suckle on my breasts. And you can massage those as well.”

        Sage dutifully serviced their Mommy as she made pleasured noises and occasionally coddled and scratched them behind the neck, until she eventually fell asleep.

_____

 

Jordan woke up the next day in Sage’s bed. His entire body shook with startled panic as he realized he didn’t know where he was.

        “Is something wrong, Mommy?”

        Jordan’s eyes glazed over as vague memories from the previous evening began to overlay onto his own memories, like a dream being rapidly forgotten in reverse.

        “N-No. Nothing’s wrong. Can, uh, you take me home?”

        The nerd was acutely aware that the person who’d just called him Mommy could tell something was up, but it wasn’t like they were about to *do* anything. Were they really going to suspect that Jordan was wearing some kind of magical wig, or something?

        As Jordan dressed himself in his black dress, his hair started to reshape itself back into its usual beehive form, right before Sage’s baffled eyes. He nervously shuffled as he grabbed his purse.

        “w-well i’m, uh, ready to head out whenever you are. my apartment should only be around twenty minutes from here.”

_____

 

Tyler opened his door for Sanguina, and she strode into the apartment holding some more movies and a dress.

        “What’s that dress for? Are you changing after we finish hanging out?”

        The goth grinned as she placed her Blu-Rays down on the couch. “No. This dress is for you. I find your attire is . . . lacking.”

        The nerd looked down at himself; once again, he was dressed in sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt. Sanguina walked closer to him, and began to move the dress around.

        “Look at this; it has this kind of pentagram harness thing on the front, lace going up the back . . . you’re going to look really cute in this.”

        Tyler blushed. “y-you really think so?”

        The goth snickered at her host. “Oh yes. But . . . there’s something else I brought as well.” She opened her hand, and revealed a small pink chastity cage.

        “i, i don’t know if i want to wear that . . .”

        Sanguina leant forward slightly, and put her hand underneath her quarry’s chin, redirecting his nervous gaze towards her eyes. “I think you do. Don’t you want to be possessed by me? Owned by a woman who is kind enough to take care of you?”

        “t-take care of me?”

        She used her hand to gently touch Tyler’s cock, which was making an obvious tent in his baggy sweatpants. “Come on, let’s get you all caged up, and turn on a movie.”