It was Halloween night. Pumpkins flickered in the windows, candy bowls sat waiting by the door, and you were curled up at home, ready for another spooky movie marathon. But there was one thing you already knew—your mom, Monica, was always destined to transform when this night arrived.

Just like the monster Scooby from Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, her body began to change… though she still kept her human face, soft and familiar.

First came the ears—long and floppy, twitching like a hound’s. Then came the eyestalks, stretching slowly upward like those of a snail or slug, blinking curiously at the ceiling. Her legs melted away, replaced by six enormous tentacles lined with suction cups, slapping the floor as they spread outward. Her belly swelled and grew, soft and heavy, so large it hung low to the ground, rippling with strange organic patterns like an octopus’s skin.

Teal fur spilled across her body, trimmed with sky-blue highlights that shimmered under the lamplight. Only her human face, chest, and the undersides of her hands and tentacles remained bare, her padded palms flexing gently as she steadied herself. She looked part cephalopod, part beast… yet entirely Monica.

Her fluffy, potbellied body plopped warmly onto the floor as her tentacles coiled beneath her. The lemonade bottle she had just finished lay empty nearby—what had looked like an ordinary drink had, in truth, been a yellow potion that unlocked this monstrous form.

But there was nothing cruel in her new body. She looked down at herself, touched her potbelly, wiggled her tentacles, and laughed softly, her eyes on their stalks swiveling toward you.

Compassionate and affectionate, Monica adored her new monstrous body. She reached out with her thick, fluffy tentacles—ready to cuddle, ready to love. Far from frightening, Monster Monica was comfort itself, a massive, teal-furred cecaelia with a belly that jiggled when she laughed, and arms (or tentacles) always open for a hug.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” she cooed warmly, her snail-like eyestalks blinking as she wrapped you in a soft, squishy embrace. “This is just who I am on Halloween… your mom, only fluffier.”