Will sighed. “You know that curse is almost over, just hold on a little longer!” He looked at his best friend and shook his head at almost a last resort. It’s what pushed her over the edge as she started to cry and eat the bag of chips.
Approximately a day and a half ago, Jen and Will had been walking through a local fair when what almost seemed like a movie scene happened right in from of him. Jen got into a fight with a gypsy that put a curse on her; basically a script for a cheesy horror movie. For the next 2 days whatever she would eat in grams, it would translate to pounds to her weight.
It seemed like such a bullshit idea but as soon as she gained a spare tire from a handful of popcorn, it was understood how serious the situation really was. Will tried to run back to the booth to see if he could find the gypsy with no avail. It’s like the entire thing just got up and left.
Now it was his job to keep her from eating for 2 days. It was fine for the first day but now that they were nearing the end of the second day, it seemed like she was giving in.
As she ate the bag of chips (mostly empty due to a wrestle with Will over it earlier) she had gained almost 200 pounds. She guzzled down a can of beer and sighed at her new fat form.
“At least she did she didn’t say shit about drinkin… *PBBBBFFFFT*… Shit.”
I mean I already know what happened, and like, he’s gonna figure it out eventually. I’m just laying here next to him waiting for him to wake up, but the anxiety’s killing me. Maybe it’s best to just rip it off like a band-aid.
I think back to my first girlfriend, Shelby. We were very cute together, especially for just a high school fling but I would have never dated her to begin with if I knew what would happen.
“A BOY?!” Shelby screamed, her face scrunching up and her eye beginning to twitch.
I had never seen Shelby like this, we were always so happy together. She should have known that it was just a high school thing and that it wasn’t gonna last, I mean, how many high school sweethearts actually end up growing old together.
“Listen, Shelby, I’m sorry. I know it’s been a great couple of years but it’s time to move on. We’re going to different universities and it’s time we try to meet new people”.
“We are a LESBIAN couple Chelsea, how can you pick a… a GUY over me?”
I sighed. “That’s not what I’m doing! It took some time but I’m bisexual, I know that now. We just weren’t gonna last. I like you and still want to be friends, but only friends”.
She took a couple of steps towards me. I was regretting not doing this at her place as there was nowhere to escape her in my own house.
“FUCK…YOU!” She growled.
I knew she was the jealous type but not the crazy jealous type. Yesterday there was nothing wrong between the two of us but now I think she wants to rip my head off.
“You’re LESBIAN Chelsea, not Bisexual”.
I chuckled. “Uhh, I think I know my own sexuality Shelb”.
“Well, you’re wrong”.
She began to mumble some words I couldn’t really make out. She pointed her finger out and touched me on the chest, giving me a small shock.
“Ouch! What the fuck!” I gasped.
“If you want to date someone else, fine!” She began. “But if you think I’m okay with losing you to a man, you have another thing coming!”
That was enough, I grabbed her arm and dragged her through my house and through the front door. It was one thing to be angry but it was something else to threaten me. I never knew she was such a man-hater.
“You can’t control my life and my choices!” I yelled, slamming the door in her face.
At the time I thought I was right and for the first year in Uni I continued to think that. It was only when I met Stephen that I learned how wrong I really was. We just finished having sex, his huge cock making me cum more than once. I was thoroughly enjoying myself until it was his turn to cum.
His face turned blank as he passed out. I hopped off of him and walked to the washroom to clean myself off, kinda chuckling at knocking him out. I walked back into the room to find out what had actually happened.
I watched as his underwear grew across his body and loosened up, becoming this frilly pair of lingerie. His hair grew longer and lightened to a blonde and his body began to morph in front of my eyes. His muscles shrank and his chest and ass grew. Before I knew it I was staring at my newly female boyfriend.
I lifted up his skirt, trying to stay optimistic as I still saw a bulge down there but was very disappointed to what I found. His cock had been transformed into a plastic strap on.
I had laid next to him for a couple of hours wondering what to do. I finally figured out that it was Shelby who probably cursed me (at least my best guess right now) but I didn’t know how to break it to Stephen.
He was such a nice guy, someone who definitely didn’t deserve this! I could still see the smile on his face from having probably his last male orgasm ever. I laid down flat next to him and slowly inched closer and closer. I think it would be best to just nudge him awake and see where things go.
“…and I’m gonna rock your world,” said Heather as she exposed her breasts and pulled my pants down.
I tried to not grin at the irony she was about to experience but I had stopped really caring about my girlfriends or one night stands a while ago. I knew it was selfish but a man can’t without some sort of sexual pleasure his whole life, it’s just not right.
It was maybe 2 years ago I broke up with my high school sweetheart and she was not very happy about it. It was a mixture of screaming and crying which was understandable considering all of that love nonsense I had to spout to her to get laid. It ended with her putting a ‘curse’ on me which I found kind of funny. Something about losing all of my future love interests, I didn’t really think anything of it.
“Ohh wow. You’re so big” she gasped getting a look at my cock.
“Just start with a blowjob and we’ll go from there,” I said pushing her on her bed kinda roughly. I didn’t apologize, she was going to be gone in a minute.
Her curse started to show its face with my first college girlfriend. When I came on her face she pushed me off of her and started screaming in Thai or Chinese or some shit, eventually running out of my room. It took some time for me to figure out why all of my new sexual partners would go crazy after making me cum. I had a thing for white chicks but every single girl would randomly forget who I was and start yelling in some random foreign language.
I eventually learned a couple things. The first is that there is almost always someone else cumming at the same time as you in the world; maybe on an off day for the guys of the world, with a couple second delay. The second thing is that whoever I slept with would swap bodies with the girl that made the other guy cum; the guy that orgasmed at the same time as me.
I have had girlfriends go to African countries, Mexico, Asia, Russia; I try my best to guess the language the woman who swapped into my love interest begins to scream.
I could feel myself getting close already. I didn’t feel like trying to hold on for her, I was fine with a blowjob. She was going to be gone in a second anyways. She sucked me faster and faster until I couldn’t hold it in anymore and shot my load down the back of her throat.
She stared at me for a couple seconds with a blank face. I took the opportunity to remove my cock from her mouth, as the last one reflexively bit down. She looked around in confusion and started talking. She probably ended up in Europe somewhere, the few sentences she mumbled to herself wasn’t in a language I’ve heard before. I didn’t really care to try to figure it out, I was just happy she wasn’t screaming. It doesn’t happen very often but it makes it easier for me to kick her out.
“I hope you have more in you for ro…round 2…Where the fuck,” Heather mumbled to herself looking around the vast countryside that now surrounded her.
How did show suddenly go from lying down to standing up? Where the fuck was she? How the fuck did she get there? Heather looked around and eventually at herself. Who the fuck was she? Her mind filled with a million questions. She was thinking about asking the man in the car in front of her but he just threw some cash out the window and drove away, leaving her alone.
Heather was in shock. Her nipples were now pierced, she knew she had to be someone else, as crazy as it sounded. She picked up the money in front of her before it blew away.
“Euros?” she mumbled to herself, catching a new faint accent. Was she in Europe? The fact that she was by herself started to scare her. She was thankful there was some sort of clothing next to her, but after getting dressed she didn’t really know what to do. Hitch a ride was what she came up with. As much as she didn’t want to, she didn’t have much of a choice.
When it came to places to end up and people to end up as Heather did alright. She was in Greece now, a very beautiful part of the world, with great food and electricity; she could have done worse.
What didn’t really work out was her new life, as being a prostitute in any country isn’t ever a smart career path. Greece’s economy was in the toilet too, so she wouldn’t really get much for her efforts.
