Vacuum-Packed Pixie

CW: Belly-bed, shrinking, stuffing, pixie... kinds sorta bimbo? Like, retroactively? idk.

“Trick or Treat!”

The older woman standing in the doorway gave Missy a once-over. She raised an eyebrow and snipped, “Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating? Especially in an outfit like… that.”

“Nope! Treats please!”

The woman grumbled, but eventually dropped a single piece of chocolate into Missy’s open bag. Hey, she wasn’t gonna complain - that was one whole piece of candy more than Missy would’ve had before! The perky woman bounced down the walk away from the house, though she very nearly tripped over a pebble. Hey, don’t judge! She was still getting used to having to walk! How did people manage to go about their lives without flying? Walking is SO hard!

Missy, as one might’ve guessed, was not your average trick-or-treater. She wasn’t even your average human. She was a pixie - and a cute one at that! Mint-green hair, translucent emerald wings, and a button nose made her one fine fae. Add on her having a decent chest (for a pixie) and a nice booty (again, for a pixie) and Missy should be given everything she wants! Except she was only six inches tall. Well, normally she was only six inches tall… eheheh…

Tonight was an exception! Yesterday, as Missy was planning how to snatch as much candy as her tiny body could carry on Halloween, she’d found a nearly-empty mystery potion. Naturally, she tried a taste of what was left. She’d never expected it to be a growth potion of some kind! She’d blown up to the size of a person so fast that it made her head spin - and her clothes explode. Turns out, other things didn’t change size with her. That was ok, though! Being human sized was all Misys needed to really go all the way for her yearly night of candy theft…

Through a couple of tests and some really difficult math, Missy figured that, if she drank all the potion that was left in one go, she’d be able to grow for about four hours. During that time, she’d need to get one of those costumes large people always wore, get a bag, trick-or-treat as much candy as she could, and get home before she shrank and got too small to carry all her loot. The only hard part would be getting the costume… or, at least, it would be, but Missy already had one! She’d grabbed it out of a trashcan last year after some angry woman tossed it out, grumbling about ‘one too many mojitos’ and swearing she’d go to the gym more. Missy didn’t know what a mojito or gym was, but the costume was a very pretty green, and that was Missy’s favorite color, so she took it! Now she even got to WEAR it! Tonight was the BEST!

Missy was attracting a lot of attention as she skipped down the sidewalk. She’d been scared at first, thinking how people would get skeptical about her. She had pointy ears and giant green wings, after all. Humans didn’t have those. Luckily, though, no one had asked her anything. She’d even gotten a few compliments! They kept saying her Tinkerbell costume looked great as well. That must be the name of whatever Missy was dressed as! She was glad the costume was working, although it wasn’t as comfy as her usual dress. It was a little too tight, especially around her chest and hips. It must’ve made her costume less believable, ‘cause she kept catching people staring at those areas even more than her wings. It didn’t have to work forever, though- just for another few hours! Yes, a few more, and she’d have a whole candy feast all to herself…

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Being human sized suuuucked! Missy’s feet hurt from walking, her arms ached from carrying her heavy bag of candy around, her back hurt from her wings and chest weighing on her, and she’d been told so many times that she was too old for candy! How could you be too old for candy? She’d never been told that before - and she was one-hundred and six! Humans had such dumb rules…

Just one more hour… one more hour of gathering sweets, adn missy could go home, relax, and stuff her face with as many sugary goods as she wanted to! Oh, she couldn’t WAIT! For now, though… onto the next house.

This one was a bit weird, though. It was really well lit, and had a lot more decorations than the other houses. There were also a lot more people. Bigger people. And… they were in costumes! Most of the other bigger people Missy had seen on Halloween didn’t wear costumes, but these ones were - just like her! Maybe Missy had just been trick-or-treating in the wrong place this whole time? Maybe big trick-or-treaters trick-or-treat at places like this! Maybe Missy would be able to fill up the other half of her bag here! YES!

The overgrown pixie bounced up to the house, but got confused. The door was already open. She couldn’t knock if the door was open. A human wrapped in cheap-looking paper gave Missy a weird look as he walked past her into the house. Ooooh, big people just go in! Ok! Missy went inside.

It was so loud inside that Missy could barely hear herself think. It had been loud outside too, but inside was so much LOUDER! It smelled weird, too. There was the smell of the people who slept behind Walgreens at four in the morning, but also of tasty food, sweat, fake flowers, and- SUGAR! Missy licked her lips and ventured forth, tucking her wings in close to her body to be able to navigate through the dense throng of humans. Actually, check that - there were demihumans here too! She spotted an oni in the corner, and a few vampires on a couch. Non-humans were welcome here! That made this all the better! Now Missy didn’t have to worry about getting found out!... As much, anyways. Pixies weren’t exactly well-loved by big people, so maaaaybe she’d still keep to herself…

After a little while of pushing past people, who all either gave her nasty looks or stared at various parts of her, Missy managed to track down the source of the many good smells in the house. There was a giant table covered in treats! There were foods like pizza and chips, which Missy had found many times in trash cans, but also new and rare things! A giant bowl filled with a fruity-smelling liquid, a bunch of cookies and brownies, a plate of crackers, cheese, and meat, a bunch of fruits, and more! And people were just grabbing things from the table! For FREE! Score! Missy set her bag of candy down and started helping herself, copying the others and filling up an empty plate with a bunch of everything before digging in.

Missy mostly stocked up on the sweets, though she couldn’t help but grab a slice of pizza as well, curious how different it would taste fresh. Turns out - it tastes REALLY different while fresh! In a good way! EVERYTHING tasted better while fresh! Was this what big people always ate? This was great! Missy would have to get herself some of this stuff once she shrank back down! Some for her friends, too! They’d all been missing out!

“Hey, Tinkerbell! Who invited you?”

Tinkerbell? Missy knew that name. She was that name! Right now, at least. She turned, mouth stuffed full of apple, to see a surly-looking woman looking at her. She had a weird patch over an eye, a skull poorly drawn on her cheek, and had what looked like rags on. She clearly wasn’t doing well for herself. Missy could sympathize. She swallowed, sending the huge mouthful of fruit down into her belly, and responded, “The smell did! It smelled really good! Your food is good!”

The woman looked confused. “N-No, I’m asking WHO invited you!”

Missy cocked her head. “I’m not a revenant. I don’t need to be invited in. I came in on my own!”

The woman frowned. “Are you a blonde under all that dye or what?”

“Die? Did someone die? Oh no! Is there something I can do? I don’t know medicine, but I’m really fast, so I could go get help!”

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled something that Missy couldn’t quite make out over the noise. The woman then spoke up, “Look, this party is invite-only. Someone has to invite you to be here.”

Missy blinked. “Oh! Ok.” She turned to a man dressed like an ant. “Can I be here?”

The man seemed to start. He pulled his eyes up from Missy’s butt and stammered, “Uh… sure?”

Missy turned back to the woman with a smile. “I have been invited! Can I help with the dead person now?”

The rag-wearing woman just stared at Missy for several seconds. Then she reached into her cleavage, pulled out a pen, and grabbed Missy’s hand. “Fine. Here. A star to show you’re ok to be here. And… my number.”

Missy looked down at her hand. The woman had drawn a sloppy picture of a pentagram and written a bunch of numbers there. Was this one of those social security numbers those government people kept telling Missy about? Neat. She grinned at the woman. “Thank you! I like it!”

The woman mumbled again, though Missy managed to catch, “...I NEED to get better taste…”. Then she left. Missy looked after the woman, then back to her hand. Then she shrugged and went back to her food.

It didn’t take long for her to completely clean her plate. She licked her lips as she looked around the rest of the selections. Her belly was pleasantly full, but she didn’t get to be big every day! She wanted to make the most of her time! So despite the small bulge of her belly beneath her green dress, she’d try some meat and cheese. Maybe a few cups of that sweet red liquid, too! And a brownie, some cookies, some melon, another slice of pizza, some more drink, another brownie, some pear…

The minutes sped by as Missy repeatedly cleaned and refilled her plate, never leaving her mouth empty for more than a few seconds. The pleasant fullness in her belly quickly turned into being totally stuffed, then completely glutted. Finally, Missy felt a twinge of a cramp as she forced down one last cookie. She retired her dirty plate and let out a loud belch, ignoring the grossed-out looks of those around her. She licked her lips and patted her belly in satisfaction. She was positively stuffed now, her trim waist replaced by a solid ball tightly clad in glittering green. She’d put on at least an ounce from all of this! She could thrive off that ounce for a whole week if she needed to! She hoped most of it went to her butt. She liked when her fat reserves stayed in her butt. It made sitting a lot more comfy. 

It was probably time to go. Missy picked up her bag of candy and made to leave, but… something was wrong. Her eyes had caught a glimpse of the sky through a window. It was dark. Too dark. She’d spent more time in here than she’d thought. Let’s see… at this time of year, the sky got this dark at around seven to seven-fifteen. Missy had taken the growth potion sometime between three and three-fifteen. She had four hours. Ugh, addition. Three… pulse… four… equals… uuuuh…

Uh-oh.

Missy didn’t have time! She either had fifteen minutes or no time at all! She wouldn’t make it home! She had to hide somewhere and wait out Halloween until all the big people left - then she could take her time transporting her precious candy haul home!

The frantic woman traveled deeper into the house, knocking into people with her wings and giant tummy in her haste. Where were there less people, where, where- THERE! Missy sped up some steps, then looked around. A closed door! She ripped it open, dove inside, and closed it. Not good enough! There, a curtain with a dark nook behind it! She’d hide behind that! Now there were TWO dividers between Missy and any large people! That would surely keep her safe!

Missy set her candy back down and grimaced. Her belly was making a lot of angry noises after being forced to move so fast. She rubbed it and cooed softly, willing it to calm down. There, there, tummy… no need to be upset… atta girl…

The pixie burped. Her stomach began to settle. Missy sighed contentedly. Then she burped again. And again. And again. Missy frowned. Why was she so gassy all of a sudden? What was going on? A spasm of pain shot across Missy’s belly, making her yelp. She cradled the aching orb as she belched again and again. Why was her tummy starting to hurt? It almost felt like it was growing in her arms-

Missy’s eyes widened as she realized that her tummy wasn’t growing- she was shrinking. Her costume was growing loose on her, and the sleek white scaled walls of the small alcove she was in were rising above her. Yet, even as the rest of her body shrank, Missy’s belly was growing- no, that wasn’t right. It was staying the same size. The same size as all the food that had grown it to that size in the first place. Food that wasn’t a part of Missy.

Panic. Missy’s head flooded with pure panic as she hugged her belly, feeling her skin growing taut underneath her fingers. She couldn’t fit a big person sized meal in her tiny pixie body! She was a big eater, as most pixies were, but not THAT big of an eater! She’d POP! Missy groaned as an ominous rumble shook her entire midriff. It was too late. There was nothing she could do. She really was going to… pop!

The pixie hiccuped and moaned and belched as her dress started to hang from her frame. It stayed tight around her waist, but her boobies and butt were soon being hidden by bunches of loose fabric. Her belly felt like it was getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. Missy teetered on her tired legs, wobbling back and forth until, with a mighty *HuUUu-OOoooUUURp*, Missy toppled forward onto her hands and knees with her tum being pressed into the floor. She felt sick from how much pressure her own body was putting onto her poor tummy, and that pressure only grew more and more as her arms and legs supported her less and less.

Before too long, Missy’s knees could no longer reach the floor. Then neither could her hands. Missy was left half-lying on her own belly, tears dotting her eyes and small, plaintive burps leaking out. There was no more gas left to squeeze out - all that was left in her ballooned tummy was far too much food. Weirdly, though, even as Missy was left with only her toes touching the ground, and then nothing at all, the pressure from her own weight began to bother her less. Even with all of her weight now resting squarely on just her drum-tight belly, she felt better than before. In fact… it was even starting to feel kind of… hmmm…

All kinds of happy thoughts started to muddle the panic in Missy’s head. She groaned and rubbed what she could reach of her belly - which wasn’t much anymore. Her wings fluttered uselessly above her and she giggled. She felt like an overripe berry, fit to burst! It felt so… so… good! It’s not like Missy had never overeaten before - it was almost a given that pixies had no self control when it came to eating. Missy had just never been THIS glutted before! She was more belly than pixie! Just how much could she still grow? This was CRAZY!

Ominous creaks and groans filled the enclosed nook, yet Missy was far from concerned. Very few thoughts were running through her mind at all at this point. She just cooed and hiccuped and moaned as her body shrank more and more, her stomach ‘swelling’ all the while. The formerly soft yet firm paunch looked like a vast expanse of solid, cream-colored stone beneath her, racing off in every direction. She wasn’t resting on a curved surface anymore - she was lying flat on top of her belly! It was that BIG!

Missy could hardly stand it anymore! Her wings beat faster and faster, her eyes fluttering. She grasped for any purchase on her belly that she could find, yet found none. It was as taut as could be! Not a single but of stretch was left in her skin! Yet she was still shrinking! She could feel her belly straining, feel her belly aching and groaning and rumbling! It was too much! She was too big! She- it- NNG- TOO- MUCH- PRESSURE-! “G-GAAAAAAAH-!”

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April tsked as she stalked upstairs. She just couldn’t find that crazy mint-haired lady from earlier! She’d cleared out half the buffet, then freaked out, ran into a  bunch of people, and vanished. Also, NO ONE knew who she was! April had asked every single person she knew at this shitty party about the hot chick in the Tinkerbell costume, but no one could place her! This SUCKED! 

She was totally April’s type (unfortunately): hot, dumb, nice, and hungry! Did she need a better type? Yes. Did knowing that stop her from obsessing over bad-brained big-bootied bitches? Absolutely not. Odds were pretty damn good that she’d accidentally wiped off April’s number by now, though. They don’t sell bimbo gluttons at Home Depot, y’know! April’s last ‘secret’ crush had blown up after they’d finally put two and two together on why they were constantly putting one weight. NOW who was April supposed to lust over semi-secretly at not-subtle buffet invites!?

Grumbling and bitching to herself, April stepped into the bathroom to take a leak. It wasn’t two seconds after April closed the door, cutting off the sounds of the party, that she heard… well, she didn’t know what she was hearing. Tiny squeaks of satisfaction? Moaning and… was that something growling? Did someone leave some weird furry vid playing on a phone up here? Fuck that. This was a Christian Household that only watched weird-ass porn of HUMANS! Well, humans and demi-humans. April had always thought vampires were low-key pretty hot. And yeti’s? Man, they way they put away food was-

Holy SHIT! While lost in thought about sexy vampires and yetis, April had been following the softcore porno noises to the shower. She’d opened the curtains and been immediately brain blasted by the wackiest shit of the night. Some little pixie had somehow made it into the house and drunk so much water from the shower that she was a literal orb. Seriously - she looked like an oversized cantaloupe that someone had stuck those prop limbs into, the kind that you decorate pumpkins with to make them almost maybe sorta not really look like people. She was so gravidly round that the only reason she hadn’t toppled over and smothered herself was that the sides of her gut had wedged themselves between the sides of the tub, pinning her upright.

The pixie herself seemed barely conscious, though she was definitely audible. Was she really turned on by this? April couldn’t think of any other reason for anyone to be making noises like that. Not like April was one to judge, heh. And the growling was totally coming from her belly. Holy DAMN. Indigestion city. Just how much had that pixie sucked down to get that swollen and gassy? April was almost jealous. And peeved. Why couldn’t she find a human-sized idiot that would get horny about being this round?

Huh… actually… April squatted down to get a better look. This little shit was entirely naked, but seeing nude pixies wasn’t the rarest thing in the world. Neither was seeing a pixie with brightly colored hair or wings. That’s what this pixie had: no clothes, bright green wings, and glittery mint-ish hair. Hell, she almost looked like…

April’s eyes widened when she caught sight of some cheap green fabric pooled around the base of the tiny heathen’s gut. She grabbed at the pixie’s right hand. Sure enough, it was tiny, smudged, and illegible, but APril recognized the markings. This was the hungry Tinkerbell bimbo. April’s prophesied Halloween playmate. Except… she was tiny. Like, several inches tall, at most. She’d been taller than April earlier! Just what had happened-

Eh, who cares? Whether this little hooligan was a pixie-sized human or pixie who could become human-sized didn’t matter. What mattered was that the cretin had wandered into her party, eaten half her spread, then shrunk in her bathroom while gettin’ hot n’ heavy over it. It was stupid as hell. A true dumbass move. And April was ALL about it. Nine times out of ten, pixies were homeless- but this little party animal? Bam. Adopted. Warm bed, too much food, social security number- the works. She was April’s tiny idiot now and there was no going back.

…Also, she should probably ask the thing if she wanted all that, but eh. It was probably fine. What was the worst that could happen from housing a pixie?

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I have no idea where that April ending part came from. I think I made that in a fever dream and it somehow became reality. Yet after writing it, I can't deny that, somehow... my pixies kinda have bimbo energy. I hate it.

Oh, also, this fic is kinda-sorta a Halloween fic, but I was late with it. Haha... my bad~