Ghoulish Gourd and the Garish Grimoire

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Gemma had made unfortunate decisions in the past. She’d cut class to smoke weed in the school bathrooms. She’d cut class to suck someone’s dick in exchange for weed. Again, in the school bathrooms. She’d taken suspicious pills at a rave, gotten into multiple strangers’ cars, and even performed a ritual in a graveyard with some really weird goths and let them drink some of her blood. But all of it paled in comparison to picking up that damn spellbook.

She hadn’t known it would do anything, let alone this. Magic wasn’t real. Although apparently it was. She and Kaylee had gone out to the empty football field behind the college, giggling about the prospect of doing witch stuff on Halloween. They’d flipped through the musty old book. They’d seen a beautification spell. Kaylee insisted Gemma cast it on her. And that was when things went wrong.

The spell worked. Only, something went wrong. For one incredible moment, it just looked like Kaylee’s boobs were growing. Her lips plumped up. She let out a cry of surprise as her shirt buttons began to strain against her newly grown tits. And then she started to turn green.

The poor girl tried to scream, but all that came out was a gurgle and a mouthful of pumpkin guts. Gemma couldn’t look away, horrified as she was. Kaylee was stretching, growing right before her eyes, her body twisting and continuing to grow greener and greener with each passing second. Except for her head, which was widening and turning orange, features shrinking until they vanished, hair replaced by a stem connected to a coiling vine with a single leaf atop it. Her shirt exploded, revealing two breast-shaped pumpkins on her heaving, sweaty chest.

Gemma frantically began leafing through the spellbook, looking for some way to fix what was happening, or at least stop it. When she looked up again her friend was gone, however, replaced by an eight-foot-tall monstrosity with a massive pumpkin for a head. Its green body was slick and shiny, limbs ending in twisting vines. It gripped its head with what might have once been hands and squelched horribly. Its swollen vagina dribbled fragrant pumpkin juice onto the dead grass.

“Oh jeez, oh crap,” Gemma breathed as she turned pages more frantically. “Hold on! There’s got to be a way to reverse the spell!”