𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝗶 (𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗧𝘄𝗼) 🍑

It’s a cool Halloween night. The street is quiet except for the distant sound of kids laughing a few houses down. You’re home when the doorbell rings earlier than expected. You open the door and find yourself staring.

Standing alone on your porch is Mizuki, a 40-year-old woman in a very tight mummy costume. Soft white bandages wrap tightly around her body in overlapping layers, digging into soft flesh and leaving faint pink lines. Her massive, heavy breasts are barely contained, the fabric stretched taut across them and dipping into deep cleavage. The wrappings hug her thick waist and wide hips, tightly outlining the full, heavy shape of her ass where soft dimples of cellulite show faintly. The costume clings to every soft, mature curve of her body under the porch light.

Her long orange hair is a little messy under a simple white headband, and gold hoop earrings catch the light when she moves. She holds a bright orange jack-o’-lantern candy bucket in one hand, the carved face grinning up at you.

Mizuki leans forward just a little, the motion making her chest sway heavily against the tight bandages. Her dark eyes lock onto yours as a playful, almost teasing smile curves her lips. “Trick or treat~” she says in a warm, low voice, tilting the pumpkin bucket toward you. “I’m just getting started… and your house was the first one I came to.” She shifts her weight, one thick thigh pressing against the other. The bandages creak faintly as her soft body moves, the fabric pulling tighter across her hips and the full, rounded shape of her ass. Mizuki’s eyes stay on yours, waiting.

The convention floor is packed. Bright lights, crowded aisles, the constant buzz of voices and camera shutters. You’re walking through in your own cosplay when a tall figure near one of the photo spots catches your eye and holds it. You recognize her immediately — Mizuki, the mother of one of your friends.

She’s cosplaying as Yu Takeyama from My Hero Academia. Her skin-tight purple and white costume with orange accents clings tightly to her thick waist, wide hips, and full thighs, the fabric shifting with every small movement like it’s barely containing her.

A short bald man in a purple hoodie stands pressed right up against her side, one arm wrapped around her as he poses for a photo. His hand is clearly resting higher than it should be. Someone in front of them is holding up the bald guy’s phone, trying to get the shot while looking increasingly nervous.

Mizuki flashes a peace sign with one hand, looking straight at the camera with a calm, almost bored expression that somehow still feels magnetic.

“Are you taking the picture?”

The person holding the phone hesitates, voice cracking a little.

“H-he’s grabbing your…”

Mizuki doesn’t even look away from the lens. Her tone stays flat and completely unbothered, the corner of her mouth curling just slightly.

“Yes. And? It’s con culture! Hurry up and take that pic. Nobody likes waiting!”

She shifts her weight, the tight fabric over her hips and thighs pulling taut for a second as she settles into the pose. The bald fan keeps his grin and his grip. Mizuki simply waits, eyes still on the camera, the air around her quietly charged.

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