Alexa bliss eye candy movie#

She had looked slightly ridiculous with a bloated gut on her tiny (at the time) body, but it had flicked a switch inside her. To his lasting shock, she had wildly gobbled down every single one $250 (not including shipping) worth of candy had puffed out her stomach. He was a little nervous the first time Alexa tasted it, but as luck would have it, it was the same candy she had been given once by her father on his return from a trip abroad, and she had loved it so much but never found it again. He had to buy a very large quantity, as it was difficult to get hold of, almost impossible in the United States, and he wanted enough to occasionally enjoy it throughout the year. On this particular October 31st, Buddy decided to bring some candy from Australia to share with Alexa. Buddy and Alexa, who both loved Halloween and generally dressing up and cosplaying, always went all in on the special day. This Halloween ‘tradition’ had now been building for three years. She had just started to look a little sickly from all the sugar she had consumed, but that same wicked smile shone through, partly because she knew her man coming home meant even more delicious candy.

She was surrounded by tons of empty candy wrappers and empty bowls, and when he kissed her to say hello her hands and face were sticky with chocolate stains.

This Alexa was 295lbs of soft, creamy, plush flesh stretching and bulging through the torn Freddy Krueger jumper that she had worn back when she was more than half her current size. Lounging on the sofa in her favourite Halloween costume was Alexa Bliss, but not the Alexa Bliss that had graced WWE rings a few years before. He tried to creep in quietly, but the creaking door gave him away, and a panting voice squeaked wearily, “Hey, baby!”Īnd there she was.

Alexa bliss eye candy movie#

Light was flitting and flashing from the living room, and the muffled sounds of a Netflix horror movie accompanied it, though Buddy doubted anyone was watching it. The impatient, insatiable need to have what she wanted now, as much as she wanted, and then more. It had always been there, under the surface. He knew it was one of the deadly sins or whatever, but damned if she didn’t make it a sexy sin. The trail of wrappers and crumbs leading into the living room told him that she hadn’t been able to wait. The empty bowls in the hall, some overturned, were by now normal. He couldn’t deny he enjoyed this new tradition. As he unlocked the front door, he smiled again, and this time it was happy. But in the last few years, things had changed somewhat. He loved this time of year, ever since he had been a boy in Australia. Buddy smiled to himself, but it was a sad smile. Their faces also told him that his girlfriend had continued their own new Halloween tradition. Eventually they’d get bored, bang on the door and shout a little but, not wishing the unfriendly incumbent to call the police, they’d move on.

They’d ring again, and hear an annoyed grunt, which they’d take as playful, a Halloween trick. There would have been no answer, but they’d put their ears to the door and hear that someone was home, from the heavy breathing, the rustling and other tell-tale noises. He knew they had rung the bell once, maybe twice, then waited. From the disgruntled expression on the faces not covered by masks, he knew that they had just stopped at his house on their Trick or Treat tour. Buddy Murphy waited for the children to pass by, then pulled into his driveway.