(Story) Cursed Gift - gift story (Patreon)
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THIS STORY IS NOT MINE. BIT OT WAS WRITTEN FKR ME AND I LOVE IT AND WANTED TO SHARE IT YOU ALL!
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You think you woke up sweating buckets just because youâre gaining? No, Iâm afraid youâre very wrong. Youâve been cursed. How do I know? I cursed you of course you stupid oaf. And this is just the beginning. Letâs take a little took into your future together.
I heard all of those faint wishes you made. The long looks in the mirror at that gut of yours wanting it to be bigger. The stocking up on double cream and chugging calories upon calories every day. Iâve seen it all. Now letâs go back to that mirror, the one you always look into wishing you saw a fatter version of yourself.
Now look at yourself, already bloated with that cute pot belly on display. So pudgy and soft. But this is only you now. If you look into the mirror you can see yourself start to change.
It looks as though your belly is pulsing. Pushing in and out as it swells out larger each time. Each of these swells is a pound of fat being added to your frame. Soon you lose any definition you had as the soft fat ripples around it. Your bloat is starting to look like less of a bloat and more like an empty, fat belly. Itâs tightness fading and coming back as the pounds stick to your frame. Soon you have a massive gut pushing out in front of you. Go on, touch it. Prod it. Give it a good jiggle. You like this fatty?
Are we done? Oh no, I told you this is a curse after all and itâs not just making you fat! Soon you find your skin start to itch as thick black hairs start to sprout across your body. It starts as a light dusting swirling outward from your belly button and crows across your gut. Once across your belly it extends to your moobs and wraps itself around your back like a hug. As it continues your body gets all the more fat. Sweat starting to drip from every pour. The musk starts to get stronger. So potent and musky that it infiltrated your nose and stays there. So strong youâll never get used to the smell. Your body with constantly be covered in slick, damp sweat.
Now that youâre all blubbery and sweaty letâs get you in the tub. Why the tub? Well youâll just have to find out chubs. As I help you into the tub you realise itâs much too small for your new fatter frame. You belly wobbles as you lift your legs over and start to lower yourself into it. Once you lay back you feel your fat surge once more until it pushes out meeting the sides of the bath. Panicked, you lash your jiggle arms onto the frame and try to pull yourself out only to find yourself wedged. You can feel in the creases in your fat back and between your slick sweaty ass cheeks that sweat is beginning to pool on the bottom of the tub. It stinks but is trapped below your blubber only making your backside sweatier and hotter. On your front side, you feel the sweat start to run down the sides of your belly getting caught between the fat and the tub. It starts to collect there too until it starts rising to the brim of the bathtub. Youâre truly in a tub of your own sweat. It even starts over flowing as the smell assaults your nose even more.
Now itâs time for me to leave. This is just a taster for what the curse will do to you eventually. Becoming some fat stinking beat of a man over the next few months. You feel your gut rumble as a deep fart escapes your sweaty hole and makes bubbles in the sweat below you. You feel the bubbles pushing up through your fat at the brim trying to escape and failing. Youâll need to fart as much as you can if you want to create enough pressure to pop yourself free fatso. Once youâre out youâll return to the size you were before. But be warned, this is your future. And if you ever get into a bath or shower from this point on the process you just experienced repeats. Maybe avoid pools and hot tubs too. Iâd hate to see what would happen then.
tight-stories
This is my fu#king dream man. If my gains can do anything its get me closer to this. And cheers for using the first image of my real belly gains bruv
Your a legend!
I'll work on yours this evening. After my bath đ