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Jess hurled open the front door, her chest heaving beneath the curves of her Jessica Rabbit costume. The warm autumn air carried the sweet scent of candy and the distant chatter of trick-or-treaters. She adjusted the red gloves, smoothing out any wrinkles, and flashed a practiced smile at the jack-o'-lanterns lining the front steps. With a final twirl, Jess stepped out into the Halloween magic, her heels clicking on the pavement as she made her way down the sidewalk. The neighborhood was a kaleidoscope of colors, with ghouls, ghosts, and superheroes popping out from every corner. Jess couldn't help but giggle at the sight of a particularly enthusiastic zombie, his arms outstretched as if begging for brainy treats.

As she turned the corner, Jess's smile faltered. A sudden, inexplicable sensation washed over her body, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She looked down, eyes widening in shock, as her breasts began to swell and grow at an alarming rate. The fabric of her dress strained against her new, massive curves, threatening to tear at any moment.

Panic set in as Jess realized she was mere steps away from the party, her body now barely contained by the skimpy costume. Embarrassed and disheveled, she turned on her heel, attempting to hurry back to the safety of the house.

However, the added weight and size of her breasts made every step a struggle. The dress, designed for her normal frame, now sagged precariously, exposing a generous amount of cleavage with each jiggle and bounce. Jess tugged at the top of the dress, trying desperately to keep her assets in check as she rushed back up the sidewalk.

Eight minutes felt like an eternity as Jess trudged along, her mind racing with ways to conceal her newfound assets. She couldn't very well go to the party looking like this, and suiting up in something else wasn't an option – the witching hour was fast approaching, and she still needed to hand out treats. She would just have to put on her batty shirt and black leggings to at least somewhat fit into the festive holiday.

Just as Jess reached the house, a commotion caught her attention. A petite police officer, thick sunglasses perched on her nose, stood beside a leash attached to the slithering form of a small naga. The snake part of the body was marked with black and white stripes, her long green hair fluttering in the breeze. What truly startled Jess, however, was the naga’s second stomach – it was distended and gurgling, filled to the brim with writhing, screaming bodies.

The officer, noticing Jess's wide-eyed stare, approached her with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry about this, miss. It seems Doxy here got a bit...overexcited. We're taking her to the station to contain the situation."

Jess swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the horror unfolding before her. "What happened?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Apparently, a witch named Hex has gone rogue, cursing all the human girls in town with these...enhancements," the officer explained, gesturing to Jess's breasts and even her own. "She was caught by Doxy, but it seems she's not the only one affected. We're still working to find a solution."

As the officer continued to chat, Jess's attention drifted back to the naga's stomach. The bodies inside were still struggling, their muffled cries growing louder as they were slowly digesting. Jess jerked her gaze away, worried to be close to the tiny naga…especially when that naga gripped a leg in a hug.

The officer, mistaking Jess's distress for discomfort, offered her a sympathetic smile. "Since you're, ah, in a rather revealing attire, you will have to come down to the police station with us. It's not safe for you to be out here like this in front of possible children.” She paused before suggesting. "And perhaps, for your own good, you might consider...feeding yourself to Doxy here. It would make transporting her much easier, and it's not like you have much choice in the matter, right? After all, it makes transporting so many people easier. She won’t be able to actually digest you all until way later on tonight, so you should be fine.”

Jess's eyes widened in horror, her lip curling in revulsion. “Absolutely n-.”

-GROOOOOOOAN-

A booming noise came from Doxy’s belly, interrupting the protesting brunette.

The officer's expression turned confused only hearing “absolutely”. She hadn’t expected anyone to actually agree so willingly, but Doxy's response was immediate and enthusiastic. Her stomach gurgled, and the muffled screams inside grew louder as she opened her maw wide, revealing her small pink tongue and the dark gullet that would somehow fit Jess inside. With a deft motion, the officer reached out and grasped Jess's arm, yanking her forward. “People are so weird now in these days, being willing prey and all. But do try to stay still, won't you?" As Jess was pulled towards Doxy's waiting jaws, the officer called out, "And when you're down her throat, make sure to get comfortable – you'll be staying there for a while. It takes a bit to get to the station on foot.”

Jess's screams were muffled as bit by bit she slid into Doxy’s body, soon to join the massive bulging second stomach.

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Back at the police station, the five cursed girls found themselves still crammed in Doxy's stomach, the slick walls squeezing them together. Hex, Sage, Lusamine, and Lillie were all equally disheveled and desperate, their bodies slick with digestive fluids as they squirmed and thrashed against the confines of the naga's belly.

"Someone get us out of here!" Hex shrieked, her lavender eyes wild with panic. "We can't phase out of this thing!"

Sage's digital displays in her hair flickered with agitation. "I've tried, I've tried! It's like she's absorbing our phasing powers or something!"

Lusamine, her cube-like hair now damp with sweat, shot Lillie a venomous glare. "Looks like Mother was right – our outfits were far too skimpy for this kind of occasion!"

Lillie, her braids askew, just rolled her eyes. "Ugh, Mom, it's not like you're one to talk – you're practically naked in here too!"

As the girls continued to squirm and complain, Doxy's stomach churned and gurgled, the sound echoing through the police station. Finally, the officer who had brought the cursed girls in called out, "Alright, Doxy, time to do your part. Digest Hex and release the others, nice and easy.” She walked away as another cop looked to her in confusion and then to Doxy.

“Um…in that order, or…?”

The officer stopped walking away with an “eep”, but the big and wet -GLRRRRRP- signaled it was too late.

Doxy's answer came in the form of a long, satisfied belch, her belly softening as the girls were suddenly broken down and reconstituted. As the last remnants of their bodies dispersed into her system, the naga let out a contented sigh, her purple eyes taking on a oddly pleased glint.

"Mmm, yummy Halloween treats!" Doxy purred, her voice heavy with content happiness. She turned to the officer, blushing slightly as she touched her now-enlarged breasts. "Um, I won’t be able to release them when I just put them all to good use. Also, that’s gross to talk about waste like that. Eww.”

The officer groaned, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Greaaaaat. Gave me more paperwork to do. I hate this holiday.”