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The Curse (7 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 06:50:05 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.
1.
God, she was such a bitch.
Victor stood stiffly as Jessica went on another one of her rants.
Jessica was Victor's boss.
She was dressed in a perfectly tailored blouse and pencil skirt that showed off her curvy physique.
She had black hair that had been meticulously straightened and fell past her shoulders.
Everything about her was irritatingly perfect, from her unblemished skin to her manicured nails and the five-inch heels that clicked on the floor beneath her desk.
"You think you deserve a raise?" Jessica scoffed. "You're a joke. We almost lost the Feldman account because of you."
"Christina and I worked almost double-overtime to fix all the contract errors. And we only learned about them last minute. That deal was your responsibility," Victor responded.
"How dare you," said Jessica. "Get out of my office. A raise is the last thing you’re getting. You're lucky I don't fire you right now!"
Victor left as ordered. He didn't have the energy to fight anymore. The workplace was decidedly toxic, and with no room for growth as long as Jessica was in charge. She spent her time slacking off and blaming her employees for all the division shortfalls. Victor and his colleagues worked exorbitant amounts of overtime just to cover for Jessica’s complete disregard for work. And rarely were they compensated. On the contrary, Victor was regularly threatened with firing even when he was clearly doing far more than what he was paid for.
Victor went home late that night as usual. His apartment was cramped and in a state of disrepair, but it wasn't as though he could afford anything better. He dropped to the couch, turned on his small TV, and stared at the screen, though he didn't really see anything. His gaze drifted to some of the aged occult texts stacked in the corner. He studied them as a hobby. Just a hobby.
What if I...
No, that was ridiculous. Firstly, it would be wrong. Secondly, it was unlikely to even work. This was ancient mythology. It was fantastical and interesting, but nothing real.
That was right. It wouldn't work. So there would be no harm in doing it.
Victor went to the stack of books and withdrew one of his favorites. He returned to his seat on the couch, opened the text, and ran his fingers over the characters of his favorite spell. His eyes fluttered closed. He had the incantation memorized. He began to chant the ancient language, his hands making motions he was hardly even aware of. A phantom wind materialized and raced in circles around him, tugging at his hair and clothes, causing the text's pages to flutter, and several of his household items to tumble onto the floor.
Then abruptly, everything went still again. A reporter on the television droned on about a small chance of rainfall later that night.
Victor opened his eyes and released a long sigh.
It had been therapeutic, if nothing else.
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Jessica was asleep in her sumptuous apartment.
She tossed and turned, unaware of the inverted pentagram that scribed itself across her skin, glowing bright purple as it circled her belly button.
Jessica got up from bed, her eyes opening part-way, though she did not wake up.
In her unconsciousness she walked slowly into the kitchen, opened her refrigerator, and proceeded to eat.
The feeding was slow and methodical without pause. Jessica worked her way through bread slices, leftover pasta, bricks of cheese, cold cuts, bottles of soda, and more. She placed solid items into her mouth, chewed and swallowed, but also gulped down jams, drinks, and even a jar of mayonnaise as well as other condiments.
She did not pause until every item in the fridge had been consumed and a visible bloat had developed in her belly. Jessica became stationary for a moment, staring off. The symbol on her abdomen continued to glow. She turned toward one of the kitchen cupboards and proceeded to pull out dried and canned foods. Hot dog buns, bread crumbs, canned vegetables, tomato sauce, jarred olives, sardines, peanut butter, and more. Oils and sauces began to roll down her chin, into her cleavage, before ultimately staining the worn sports bra she had donned for bed. Jessica ate more and more, even as her cheeks flushed and belly tightened. Only after every food in the house had been consumed was she able to stop. The symbol faded, sinking into her skin. Jessica blinked out of her trance and looked around at the mess of her kitchen.
"What on earth?" She muttered in confusion. Then she clutched her stomach and groaned.
2.
"You incompetent fool," Jessica snapped, as Veronica cowered in her cubicle. To Victor, this was a regular scene—Jessica yelling at one of the employees for something that couldn't possibly be their fault. "You know that Mr. Black despises coffee. But when he arrived for our brunch meeting this morning, there wasn't a single tea bag in sight! We had nothing to offer him but tap water!"
"I'm s-sorry Jessica," Veronica stammered. "But I have n-nothing to do with the suppli—"
"Mr. Black is one of our top clients," Jessica cut her off. "You made a fool out of me. You made a fool out of this company!"
At this point, something peculiar occurred. Jessica took notice of a box of donuts on Veronica's desk. Jessica arbitrarily grabbed up a donut and began to chomp away at it, all while continuing to rage and rant.
"I should have you demoted right now," Jessica went on. "As a matter of fact..." She greedily scarfed a third donut, not caring as chunks went flying with her talking. Employees in nearby cubicles took cover.
Jessica continued to eat donuts rapidly and voraciously, hardly seeming conscious of doing it.
She had put on a bit of weight in recent days. Well, a lot of it, and quite rapidly. Her whole body had taken on a layer of fat, her clothing fitting awkwardly as her formerly fit frame descended into undeniable chubbiness. But the most noticeable change was the bulging pot belly she had developed, which was presently straining her shirt. In fact, the strain seemed to increase with every donut she stuffed down.
"And one more thing—" Jessica started, but then actually belched, and a popping sound drew everyone’s attention to the otherwise routine tantrum.
The pop was caused by the forceful collision of a small object—a button?—with one of the cubicle walls. It took Victor a moment to realize what had occurred. Everyone's eyes steadily drew over to Jessica—to her blouse, specifically. The bottom button had broken off and flung away from the sheer momentum of pressure caused by her belly.
Victor immediately ducked his head down, joining several others in trying to hide his laughter. It wasn't very successful.
Jessica went red. She gave a stunned look to the latest half-eaten donut in her hand and dumped it on Veronica's desk, before making a hasty retreat to her office.
Victor suspected that only he had noticed the faint glow peeking out from the gap in Veronica's blouse.
He knew by then that he wasn't just imagining it—the glow, the gluttony, the weight gain—the magic must have worked somehow.
Now's my chance, Victor realized as Jessica slammed her office door shut behind her. It was now or never. He had to take the risk and capitalize if he could, or this would all have been for nothing.
He walked over to Jessica’s office door and knocked, but didn't wait for an answer. He allowed himself inside, and tried to contain his amusement at the sight of her angrily tearing into a box of chocolates, just stuffing them into her mouth till her cheeks bulged. It was clear that she had no control whatsoever.
"Hi Jessica," Victor said loudly, causing her attention to snap up at him from her seat at her desk, her expression dangerous, even with her bulging cheeks. "I just wanted to follow up on my request for a raise. I know there have been a lot of changes recently. A lot of gain. A lot of growth," he added suggestively. "I thought that if we work together on this, we can both benefit. You know, get everything under control."
Jessica's eyes widened with fury. She attempted to speak, but only produced muffled noises. She then paused and took a huge gulp, forcing the contents of her packed mouth down her throat. "You absolute invalid. You pissant. How many times do I have to tell you that you'll get a raise when hell freezes over!"
Victor scowled. So that was how Jessica wanted to play things. "It will get worse," he warned. "I'm not one to bluff."
"Get the hell out of my office," Jessica snapped. She started rummaging around in her desk before producing a large cookie tin. She hurriedly began to peel off the lid.
Victor just shook his head at her. He turned and exited the office, silently vowing to make the curse far worse.
3.
Jessica's weight was surging.
It was scarce these days to catch her without her mouth full. She couldn't even seem to last through a conversation without munching on an exceedingly indulgent snack. Professionalism became secondary to gorging nonstop. The people at the office weren't so much concerned as they were morbidly fascinated by her advancing midsection.
The marking on her belly glowed with every meal, though her whole life seemed to consist of a meal these days.--one ceaseless meal, and so the marking was glowing all the time.
It wasn't long before Jessica looked extremely fat and heavily pregnant. Somehow her narcissism left her oblivious of her changes. With her increasing weight grew a strange sense of unease. Jessica began to feel more and more pent up.
"What the hell," she muttered to herself one morning as she struggled to fasten her bra. For some reason the hooks just refused to meet, her flesh bulging heavily against the straining cups. She just couldn't get it fastened no matter how much she maneuvered. Jessica grunted out in exasperation. She had been a C-cup since puberty. “How did I outgrow this?” she murmured. The bra didn't even come close to fitting her.
On the downside, she was out a decent bra (and probably several more), but Jessica tried to turn this into a positive. Her breasts had grown. They were probably D's, E's, or even larger. The idea was rather thrilling. She had always looked at models and celebrities with large breasts—real or fake—and wondered what it felt like to have so much male attention. People staring at their breasts wherever they went. This could actually turn out fun.
Jessica pulled on a shirt, ultimately having to go braless. She lifted her phone and scrolled through the contacts as she wandered into her kitchen. In the fridge, she found some leftover pasta in a massive bowl smothered in cheese, butter, and cream sauce, with some chopped up sausages sprinkled on top of it. "How about…Brad," she mumbled through a mouthful. She selected the contact on her phone and dialed the number. “Hey,” she said after he answered. “Wanna come over. I have a sweet little surprise.” Jessica chuckled. “Oh, you really wanna know?
Brad wasn't a friend and he was hardly an acquaintance. He was just one of the several men who she hooked up with on occasion. Jessica knew little to nothing about him and she preferred it that way. And Brad tended not to disappoint when it came to the bedroom.
“Well if you must know, my tits have been growing. I can't even get into my bras anymore. Come over and see for yourself.” Jessica stuffed another massive spoonful of greasy pasta into her mouth. “An hour?" she said with a pout she tried to convey through her voice. “Yeah, a half hour’s more like it. Don't keep me waiting. I'll leave the door unlocked for you.”
Jessica hadn't seen Brad in a while so this was bound to be a good time. She finished her pasta at rapid speed then pulled a roll of cookie dough out of the fridge to snack on while she waited. Jessica plopped down on the couch and watched some TV as she continued to mindlessly eat. When she heard the front door knob turning, she snapped out of her reverie.
In walked Brad with his handsomely muscled build. He didn't bring flowers, jewelry, or any sort of gift, and that was another thing she liked about him. He knew how to keep things strictly casual.
As his gaze landed on her, his eyes bulged.
“Hey there,” she said, heaving herself off the couch cushions with a bit more effort than she was used to. She really needed to get a firmer couch.
“What the hell happened to you?” said Brad, looking alarmed. “You're huge!”
Jessica furrowed her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”
“You put on weight. A lot of it. Are you actually Jessica or did you eat her?”
“What the hell Brad, stop being a dick! I haven't gained that much weight. Besides, it all went to my tits.” She jiggled the mounds in question.
Brad just gave her an odd look. “I mean, I am here. And I've done worse.”
“Stop being an idiot and come check these babies out.” Jessica beckoned him closer.
Brad didn't need to be told twice. He closed in on her, his hands quickly working through the stupidly tight top she had on. As he unbuttoned it, her fat tits surged through, rising like dough between the parting fabric. But then, to both their shock, something else followed. A second pair of breasts jiggled beneath the first pair. “What the hell!” said Brad in astonishment.
Jessica was at a loss for words.
Brad's hands seemed to be working on their own now. They reached down to experimentally squeeze the lower, somewhat smaller, pair of breasts tucked beneath the original pair.
Jessica's latest breath came out with a shudder as her face warmed and body tingled from the combined feelings of relief and mortification when milk came gushing out of her nipples. She gawked down at herself in silent horror. “I think there might be something wrong with me,” she managed breathlessly.
4.
Jessica spent the whole night stuffing her face with food. She couldn’t control herself. After she emptied out the contents of her fridge, she started ordering takeout. Even after the humiliation of her freakish development, she was ravenous. She looked down at her chest only at brief intervals, marveling at herself in amazement and horror, fingers gliding tentatively over the warm bloated flesh, scared to apply any amount of pressure. Knowing what was contained and what could come squirting free at any moment.
She tried not to think about the weirdness of it all. Instead, she ate, her stomach grumbling even as she was filling it. The hunger was out of control.
Jessica awoke to a mess. She was sprawled in bed amongst various paper bags and food wrappings. There were emptied Chinese food cartoons, a few pizza boxes, a stack of dirty plates, and much more evidence of her relentless overnight binge. Jessica wrinkled her nose at the scene. It was disgusting. Her eyes slowly shifted from the mess to her own body and she found herself staring, her jaw hanging.
She looked positively huge, her gut bulging out as though she was pregnant and overdue. It just looked so bizarrely full and round. Her four breasts were hot and bloated, all four of her nipples leaking milk.
She looked utterly freakish and didn’t think she could bring herself to even leave her apartment. But today was the day of her big presentation. It was what her whole career had been leading up to. This meeting would determine whether or not she was going to be advanced to a regional management position, where doors would open up to yet further promotions and even corporate positions.
She just couldn’t skip out on this presentation. Several of her superiors were coming into town just to observe. Missing it would not only be disgraceful, it would render her past four years with the company practically worthless.
And so, Jessica hauled herself up from her bed, grunting as she acclimated to the heavy weight of her midsection. It seemed to bulge out even farther now that she was standing, her four breasts stacked on her chest, bouncing gently. They all had to be E-cups already. She was practically inflating.
Getting dressed proved tricky. None of Jessica’s clothing fit her anymore. She found some things that had belonged to her mother, who had been quite the heavy woman. After her mother’s passing Jessica had inherited the house, but had never really taken the time to go through all the belongings.
The blouses were exactly what she needed. Jessica buttoned herself into one, finding that it fit her, but only just. Have to get through this presentation, she told herself as she adjusted her breasts, trying to somehow minimize the appearance of the lower pair, but it was useless. Staring at herself in the mirror, Jessica folded her arms over the tender lower pair. It was uncomfortable but it helped conceal them a good deal. It would have to do until she figured out what the hell was going on with her body.
Jessica tugged on a skirt that was knee length and had just enough elasticity for her to squeeze her ass through.
When she waddled into the office that morning, she held her head high, trying to look poised and not mortified. She didn’t even know where she had gotten the box of pastries currently clutched under her arm. She was only occasionally conscious of herself stuffing them into her mouth, one after another.
Those who threw Jessica a glance seemed to freeze and stare. Could she really blame them? She was massive.
Jessica gulped and waddled into the meeting, plastering her face with a winning smile. All of her superiors were already seated around the rectangular table and they nodded to her politely. Most of their faces fell or twisted in confusion when they first noticed her rather blatant bodily changes. Jessica herself was flushed and panting. She noticed that there was an elaborate breakfast spread across the table and her mouth automatically watered.
She lowered the half-eaten box of pastries, as though she had brought it for the room. Jessica was vaguely aware that she was still grabbing at them, still munching furiously. She couldn’t stop. She just had to keep eating.
“Firstly, I’d like to thank you all for being here,” she got started, her voice muffled now from the chunks of bagel she was chomping on. “I’d just like to start by looking at the quarterly numbers from…” but Jessica had to pause, she had to get some plump breakfast sausages down her throat and follow it with a syrup-soaked waffle, as she grabbed at food with her bare hands.
There were gasps and murmurs but she was hardly conscious of it. She could feel her clothes getting tighter. Plump folds of skin began to press out between her buttons. She tried to contain it, hugging herself as her shirt tightened and tightened. Her breasts were surging, pushing out. Jessica yelped as a button popped off.
And yet she still couldn’t stop eating even though she desperately wanted to stop. Her nipples ached and milk began to pour into her shirt. Another shirt button popped and nearly clipped a senior executive’s ear. Soon her top was bursting right open, her belly and breasts surging through. Everyone was gawking. It was utterly humiliating. Trying her best to cover herself up, Jessica turned and hurried out of the room.
5.
Jessica took retreat in her office, where she collapsed to her desk chair, struggling to catch her breath. Even in her state of exhaustion and mortification, she found her fingers desperately grasping, reaching into desk drawers and the nearby cabinets, finding packaged treats she had stashed there, rapidly tearing off wrappings and stuffing pastries into her mouth. She could hardly breathe yet she continued to eat with fervor. She couldn’t stop. She needed to fill her mouth and stomach. Because when she wasn’t eating, there was only anxiety and panic. She didn’t know how to explain it, but her hunger was overwhelmingly powerful.
She moaned as cream gushed into her mouth, joining the chocolate, icings, and dough already crammed there. She stuffed food into her lips faster than she could even swallow. Her cheeks bulged out yet she continued.
Beyond the deep, twisting hunger that drove her, was the need for distraction. Jessica was deeply embarrassed by what had just transpired. She didn’t know how she would be able to face her superiors again. She was a freak and everyone had seen it.
There was a knocking noise on the door frame. Before Jessica could respond, the door opened and Victor slid into the room.
“Hi Jessica,” he said innocently, being rather casual despite her torn clothing and exposed torso. He didn’t even seem that astonished by the sight of the second pair of breasts bulging out on her chest. “How did your presentation go?”
Her arms extended as she got onto the porch, and she desperately tried to knock, though her hands just couldn’t make contact with the door. Her belly was just too large, outspanning her arms and bumping against the plaster as she fumbled pathetically. A small group of neighbors had gathered on the sidewalk to spectate, pointing, staring, and muttering amongst themselves with baffled expressions. An elderly man had a pulled out his phone and, with shaking fingers, was dialing on the keypad. Jessica could hear his quavering voice in the background. “Hello? 911?”
“Oh. Sure.” Victor came over and took hold of her arms. He pulled with clear effort, the both of them grunting as she strained to get up. With their combined effort, they hefted her to her feet. Jessica’s belly bounced against Victor with the motion of her standing, causing him to stumble back.
Not even thanking him, Jessica wobbled to her office door, panting heavily, her hands grasping hopelessly at her body, trying to contain the huge bobbing mounds perched there.
Jessica hadn’t realized how thick her hips had grown until they posed an obstacle during her attempt to exit the office. They were massively wide, the hips of a breeder. She struggled and moaned pathetically. “Victor,” she whined.
Victor came up behind her, putting his hands on her lower back. He grunted as he helped shove her through the door, fat squishing, her body twisting and squirming, until she managed to pop through.
Her breasts poured milk throughout the whole process, fluid squirting at times with her exertions. Jessica was a sopping, gasping mess. She looked up and blinked around the open space to see dozens of her employees and colleagues staring at her, their eyes bulging. “Nghhhh…” Her stomach lurched, skin bulging out with all the movements within, but she was too preoccupied to really notice. Too desperate to get home.
Victor returned to his cubicle to stand by Veronica, whose mouth was hanging open. The staff didn’t even attempt to look busy or avert their gazes. They just gawked at her.
“Anything else, boss?” Victor asked.
Ignoring him, Veronica wheeled herself around and waddled for the door, her four breasts jiggling and huge belly bobbing with her struggled movements.
When she got home, she was completely exhausted, but instead of resting, found herself voraciously eating through all the food in her house.
The several young packed in her belly squirmed delightedly with every bite. The marking near her navel glowed brighter than ever before.
Jessica froze up, her breath hitching for a moment. Her arms went slack, their contents plopping to the floor, among them, a half-eaten loaf of bread, a couple of cold hot dogs, and a large container of butter.
Jessica walked out of the house dressed in nothing but a pair of high heels and panties. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t seem to control her legs. Her body waddled on as she whimpered and struggled against it. She was exposed. Obscene. People gasped, pointed, and cried out at the side of her.
She looked as though she was heavily overdue with multiples, her belly practically vibrating from the movements of various tiny limbs packed within. Her four breasts wiggled, sloshed, and sprayed with her stride.
“Oh my god!” someone shrieked, covering their dog’s eyes.
Jessica whimpered and waddled on, unsure of where she was going, until she reached a house that was vaguely familiar. Wasn’t this where Victor lived?
Her arms extended as she got onto the porch, and she desperately tried to knock, though her hands just couldn’t make contact with the door. Her belly was just too large, outspanning her arms and bumping against the plastor as she fumbled pathetically. A small group of neighbors had gathered on the sidewalk to spectate, pointing, staring, and muttering amongst themselves with baffled expressions. An elderly man had pulled out his phone and, with shaking fingers, was dialing on the keypad. Jessica could hear his quavering voice in the background. “Hello? 911?”
And then, to Jessica’s immense relief, the door opened.
6.
When Jessica came to, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom, lying back in a large bed. The last thing she remembered was arriving at Victor's… Victor? The man in question was standing over her. Jessica saw that she was still naked, though she was doubtful that there was any clothing in existence that could have accommodated her. She had grown exponentially, and found herself staring in shock down at her form. Her belly was bigger than she was. She squirmed in panic, but found herself pinned against the mattress, unable to move. She was simply massive, like she had a bolder atop her. She could see her flesh bulging out in places, her innards squirming with — with young, all of them yearning to be free.
"God, you did a number on yourself," said Victor snidely. "Why don't I help things along." He was holding a large box of donuts under his arm.
Jessica shifted her gaze and saw a whole stack of doughnut boxes sitting on the dresser against the wall.
Victor walked to the side of the bed, so that he was standing right by her head. She was propped up somewhat on a couple of pillows, but entirely stuck in place, the weight of her belly nearly crushing against her. She took in thin breaths, her mass heaving up and down, and at times quavering.
"You look famished," said Victor wryly, and with that he began to stuff donuts into her mouth. Jessica released a muffled noise of protest, yet her body betrayed her. Her mouth opened wide, allowing entrance for the pastries. She sucked them in greedily, biting down and welcoming the custards and icings that oozed onto her tongue. She tried to turn her head away, but the effort was short-lived. Her body was on autopilot, her stomach grumbling and her insides squirming. She wouldn't have been able to refuse food if her life depended on it.
She couldn't stop consuming, couldn't stop filling her belly. Her four swollen nipples were gushing hot milk that sluiced down her body, soaking the bed. When she finished off two boxes of doughnuts, Victor paused in feeding her pastries to gaze down at her quartet of massive breasts. Jessica squeaked as he leaned down to plant his lips against one of her nipples, taking a long draw that made her eyelids flutter. The sensation overwhelmed her. She felt herself reach up to grab his head and pull him closer against her heated flesh.
“Mmm…” Victor pulled off with a wet pop, causing her to tremble. He briefly left her side to recover another two boxes of donuts. Without warning, he went back to feeding her, shoving pastries of every flavor between her lips, then stuffing more before she even had the chance to swallow. Her cheeks bulged. She struggled to get the donuts down before she choked, all the while moaning contentedly as her stomach churned, as though in pleasure.
Suddenly Victor was leaning down again, planting his lips against a different nipple this time and enjoying a snack.
Somehow it was simultaneously pleasure and torture. She gave a muffled moan, cheeks warm and eyelids heavy.
After she had finished off another two boxes, she was given a momentary reprieve as Victor lifted a large, aged text off the bottom edge of the bed that she had not noticed before that moment. He flipped through pages as she groaned and lightly ghosted her fingers over her throbbing belly. It was flushed and sweaty, the movements within it getting progressively stronger, as though urging her to feed more. Jessica moaned, closed her eyes, and arched her throat.
She felt something touch her navel. A finger, rubbing against her taut skin. Jessica groggily looked up to see Victor closely examining her as he held his book in the crook of his elbow. He then went back to fervently flipping through pages, eyes darting between the text and her belly.
He had a small paintbrush protruding from the corner of his mouth. He plucked it away, reaching down with it.
Jessica's gaze followed his hand to a small ink bottle sitting on the night table. He dipped the paintbrush in, withdrawing it to reveal the bristles now coated with a thick, iridescent liquid.
He began to paint on the face of her belly, adding to the glowing curse mark, that seemed tiny now relative to her massive growth. Then he took a step so he was closer to her chest. He began to draw similar circles around each of her four nipples, watching her breasts grow progressively pumper, as Jessica grunted out in surprise at the sharp increase in sensitivity. Her four nipples started to squirt.
"Victor, what is this? What's going on?" Jessica wanted answers.
But Victor was back to busily using his text. After all, he had to concentrate and ensure that things went well with the birth.
7.
She must have passed out at some point. She couldn’t believe all that had transpired in the past few hours. She had given birth, her body still dewy and fatigued from the hours spent straining, groaning, and pushing out her…her children. Oh god. She had actually given birth!
Jessica slowly, experimentally sat up, testing her body. It was still quite achy but nowhere near as sore as she would expect it to be after her massive delivery. She eased herself down from the bed and stood, feeling her body, running her hands over all the curves and…softness. Jessica walked across the carpet towards a full length mirror she saw on the wall at the far end of the room. She confronted it and stared at her appearance.
Jessica could see that her body was still substantially plump, chubby, and curvy. She also still had four pairs of massive breasts protruding on her chest, decorated by the markings Victor had scribed around her nipples and navel. Presently they were glowing through the darkness. Jessica found herself momentarily entranced by their beauty.
Then something else caught her attention. Jessica’s gaze shifted to her disheveled hair, where things seemed to be protruding, on either side. Jessica reached up and tentatively touched one. It was hard, pointed. A little white horn was forming, growing right out of her scalp. There was another one, on the opposite side. Jessica allowed her fingers to glide across them, as she marveled for a while, utterly fascinated by her transformation. Her state of shock turned to admiration as she took in her new form. She was becoming inhuman. Something more.
“Oh,” Jessica gasped out at a sudden spike of tension. Her hands dropped from her hair, instead cupping at the lower pair of breasts on her chest. They were so full and hot, almost aching. Her face contorted as the strain only worsened, the heavy surplus of milk causing her to unconsciously arch her back, wanting release. But for some reason, her lower breasts just weren’t leaking on their own this time.
Jessica’s fingers fumbled, sliding down to her nipples, gently taking hold of the nubs between her pointer fingers and thumbs. She gave a gentle squeeze, grunting out in the process. But this didn’t work. Her breasts just grew tighter, if anything. “Nghhhh…” she groaned, trying again, as she fidgeted and breathed. She was just so tight, so heavy. She needed release, but her body wouldn’t let her.
Jessica thought of the new markings Victor had painted around her nipples. Was this they are doing? It was possible that they worked like a lock, preventing her from wasting milk. The fact that Victor had been able to nurse from her quite easily corroborated this theory. He seemed to have acquired at least partial control of her body, through the use of the cursed markings.
“Mmmm,” she gave a frustrated hum. This was useless. She lowered her trembling fingers from her breasts, her whole body wanting to quake from the sensitivity of the pressure. But she managed to turn, and waddle towards the adjacent corner, where she could see Victor’s turned back. He seemed to be hunched over something. Her body jiggled as she approached him, to find him gazing fascinated down at her inhuman young. But at this moment, there were more pressing matters. Jessica drew a deep breath, her body aching, but now with need.
Victor turned as he heard her, looking surprised as she closed the space between them. He began to sidestep, but Jessica pushed him down on the ground with surprising strength, and Victor looked frightened. Jessica was really starting to enjoy all these changes.
She licked her lips as the curse marks pulsed. “I think I liked being pregnant…” she told him. Her eyes glowed purple.
Victor gulped.
But first things first.
She lowered herself deeper on Victor, so that her lower breasts pressed into his face. Victor wasn’t stupid. He took the cue, not even hesitating. His mouth opened wide, taking in a plump pink nipple. Jessica groaned as he sucked greedily, taking his fill and then some. She didn’t know how much it helped but it was a luxurious sensation. And it was something she thought she could get used to.
Comments
Kompera
Thanks for pointing that out. I'll look at the chapter and try to figure out what's going on there.
2steppinfa
I like it but in chapter 5 when Victoria goes into the office, it seems like we are missing the entire conversation/happenings that takes place there. A paragraph from later is in its place.
