"... happy birthday!" A raucous chorus of kazoos, whistles, and assorted noise makers sounded a cacophony and the top of the cake sprang open as a small electric shock goosed Jon's naked butt causing him to leap up.
"What the ...?" Jon's sensibilities were assaulted from so many directions at once, all he could do was stand and gape. First off his full tight round boobs were bouncing and jiggling from the jump. He was completely naked and standing on a table in a fake cake that only came up to his knees. Spread out before him was a small crowd of around a dozen women of all ages, some quite attractive, and each and everyone dressed outlandishly. The room was illuminated by what must have been hundreds of candles.
"Happy Birthday Miranda", some one yelled.
"Happy Halloween Miranda", another called.
"He's like a deer in headlights! That's so precious", an older woman up front commented.
"Thirteen! There were thirteen women and girls", Jon counted. "And it's Halloween night. This can't be good. Stuuuh ... STOoooooo ... Staaaah."
"Sorry kiddo. You are forbidden that word for now, but I can at least help you down."
Try as he might, Jon couldn't say the STOP word. The woman who spoke waved a hand at him, and the table he was on began unsteadily lowering itself down to the floor. Instead of a smooth drop, it wobbled and jerked causing Jon's balance to shift and in turn set his large breasts to jiggling. In fact, the jerking settled into a harmonic that made his breasts begin to wildly and painfully bounce up and down while his penis oscillated side to side before the table top finally coming to a stop at floor level. This was all accompanied by female tittering.
"He's all yours Miranda. Happy Birthday!"
