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The Curse IV
🕑 Added 2021-08-31 10:09:19 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.
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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.
