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The Curse III
🕑 Added 2021-07-31 20:15:53 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.
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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.
Comments
I love it when women become fattened pregnant chonkers
