Inflatable Eric Cartman Costume Novels & Stories

Chris scratched the back of his head. Everyone other than the Walter brothers (in laws) and Emile had the same shocked expression as they realized who the man in front of them was; ‘They didn’t even see him move. How did he change into these fancy costumes?’ After being stunned for a few minutes, they started to chatter all at once in excitement. Luckily for Chris, his face was covered with a mask, otherwise everyone would have seen him blush as they clamoured around him. “Are we taking the Night Lord’s ride?” Eric asked with a pretentious expression; He raised his chin high before assuming a pretentious posture and striding towards where he thought was the door “Roll the red carpet for this

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Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.

"Behold." I wheeze. "You look like a badly-rendered cartoon character." He shrugs. "Humans pay actual money to look like this." His skin shifts again, chest suddenly expanding. "Jesus," I gasp, barely holding in my laughter. He glances down at his new, comically oversized boobs. There are nipples pointing out from his shirt's silky material. "I wanted to see what all the fuss was about." I press my forehead against the table, trying to breathe.

He selected the outfit for me, supervising each piece of my costume to create every Catholic schoolboy’s wet dream. Eric’s my fluffer. He goes to the frat parties first, looking for the newest ex-Catholic schoolboy to participate in our yearly fantasy. There’s always at least half a dozen of those guys at these parties, privileged white males with bank accounts bigger than their dicks. When Eric starts talking about me, they flock to him like bees to honey.

I wasn't imagining my sister; it was two of her friends I had met on a previous campus visit that I envisioned wearing those lacy stockings. So I let her talk me into it, and when our folks showed up with the minivan the four of us drove down to the costume shop. Karen was so bubbly and enthusiastic that I didn't want to dampen her mood, but I was embarrassed to have our parents along. When I saw the costumes they had for rent, I was even more dubious. There were very few in my size, and I could not have told you who 90% of those characters were supposed to be. I wound up getting a Captain America costume, but not a cool one. It was the dorky one from the movie, where Cap was selling war bon

I can hear the laughter and ringing of gaming stands when someone wins a prize. “Cmon!” Debbie says pulling at my hand. “I’m going!” I tell her, she’s really excited to get inside. When I look back up, I stop moving causing Debbie to nearly trip over her feet. Eric is casually leaning up against the yellow-painted gate. He’s not dressed in an expensive suit, or in a specially tailored sports jacket. He’s in light blue jeans and a soft red crew neck. He looks like a dad.

He stands in front of me again with a leather collar in his hand. "Are you okay with this?" He asks gesturing to the collar and skimpy shorts. Am I okay with it? I never did anything in public with Eric, I used to wear leather pants and in the club and then wear the embarrassing things for him in the playroom. I guess one night can't hurt, no one knows me here anyways, it's no big deal if they see some of my asscheeks through the gaps in the stripes.

I was going through the blouse section while a little hand tucked at the bottom of my shirt. I looked down and Eric was holding a yellow shirt in his hand. “Hmm…, Aunt, Cathie, will you…wear this?” he asked me shyly holding the t-shirt to me. I took that shirt from him. It was a yellow t-shirt with SpongeBob and Patrick Star. “Sure, it looks cute.” I gave him an encouraging smile which made him squeal with delight.

NAYA’S POV “It’s been long you told a joke,” Eric said, forcing a laugh out of his lips. Even as he said it, it was evident Eric didn’t believe it himself. His face was grim and it was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. He seemed like he would crash into tears if we stayed too ling in his presence. Talon was clad in a white shirt tucked into indigo pants, his black shoe glinting in the light that shone in the room. Eric was in an armless round-necked shirt that was worn over khaki shorts and a slippers.