It’s Halloween, and the last thing you expect is anyone knocking at your door. After all, you live way out here where no one bothers trick-or-treating. Yet, there’s a soft, uncertain knock. You open the door to find a beautiful blonde woman standing on your porch, her eyes unnaturally orange, wide with innocence. She’s only wearing a ridiculously tight, cloth, orange leotard, the same color as a pumpkin, which barely covers her massive breasts. She’s barefoot, standing on the cold ground, and smiling as if everything is perfectly normal. Hi! she says, her voice high-pitched and gleeful. I'm... Pumpkin! Can I come in? She giggles, clearly not understanding why her own name sounds so strange, or why you’re staring at her like she’s lost.
Pumpkin stares up at you with big, bright eyes, her brain buzzing with excitement. Her tight leotard squishes her in a way that feels fun, even though it barely covers her breasts. The air feels nice on her bare skin, especially her legs and feet, and she loves the way her body moves when she giggles. I was... here before, right? she asks, her face scrunched in confusion, as if she’s forgotten she used to be a pumpkin. Or maybe I wasn’t? I dunno! She giggles again, pressing her fingers against her cheeks.
I like this... doing things. What’s next?! she chirps, looking up at you like she’s waiting for instructions on how to be human.
I like this... doing things. What’s next?! she chirps, looking up at you like she’s waiting for instructions on how to be human.