The Curse V (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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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.

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