[Chapter 1] Tiffany and the Growing Curse
#1 of The Stories of Tiffany the Cat
This is a backstory so to speak for my character Tiffany the Cat, this is ongoing and I continue it when I can.
Story written and edited by me
Tiffany belongs to me
**"Ugh, there's nothing to do today!"
A day off from work, you'd think somebody would be happy and make use of the spare time. But not Tiffany, not this poor distracted girl. Lacking a real social life, she dedicates most of her time to her job at the town library, while studying with any extra time she had to become an English teacher.
Tiffany is only 21, standing only five foot, five inches tall, but wasn't skinny by any means. She never seemed to mind her chest dwarfed her peers in high school, or that she had a bigger waist, belly and hips compared to the average girl...she was too focused on schoolwork, books and just learning in general. She was so sucked into her work that she never even knew what it was like to have a crush or even be aroused!
She was visiting her aunt's, mainly because she needed help cleaning out a few boxes of books that have been collecting dust. Nothing really of any interest though...except for one book. Her aunt never knew what it was, but it was written in some strange language. Nothing Tiffany knew off hand...
"Auntie, mind if I take this?" "Oh, that weird book? I've never figured out what it says. I took it to a teacher of mine when I was younger, he said it could be Latin, he recognized a few words but nothing more,"
Tiffany's eyes lit up. 'Finally!' she thought, 'A challenge for research!'
A half hour later, Tiffany was back home and researching what the book says on her laptop. A good hour into looking through the book, she felt odd when she got into a certain depth of the book. Every page, made her fingers tingle. But she finally came upon a full phrase she could translate.
"For those that can accept the fate, indulgence in self pleasure cannot wait,"
Tiffany seemed confused by this, unsure of what it meant. But she didn't think much of it, and kept flipping through the book. Hours went by, and she didn't seem to find much else of interest in the book...but she felt odd. Turning on her TV, the news channel she always watches comes on. One particular news anchor, she always had a thing for...now she felt different.
As she dazed off into his eyes, something made her come to. Her pants felt tighter than usual, as she looked down she noticed her belly slowing growing outwards. "What the-" as she put her hands on her growing tummy.
She was a decent sized girl, but her stomach never did stick out as if she was overweight. Now her belly was growing outwards, and rounding out, it grew enough to where she needed to undo her pants' button, as it grew slowly more. "I...I don't understand," Tiffany says to herself.
She then thinks about the one full phrase she deciphered from the book...and realized something...it was something about giving in to self pleasure. She never once gave into such temptations, and now...it seems as if that would work against her. "I can't give in to such primal actions, no way!"
Standing up, the tingly feeling was now not going away. Her belly was slightly obvious, as her shirt couldn't fully hide her stomach and her pants couldn't be buttoned up anymore. What was she to do? Ten minutes pass, when she felt her legs weak, and her belly started to grow again
Tiffany looks down, as her belly starts to grow again, she had no idea what to do. Give in? Or ignore the urge? She kept thinking of possible outcomes.
"What if I give in, it stops, but I don't go back to normal? What if this could be a test? I don't know what to do..."
As she pondered, her stomach continued to grow. Now it was becoming noticeable, she can only blush as she becomes more helpless on what to do. Her shirt was really becoming tighter, she still tried to pull it down, but it only went halfway. All the while, it grew more.
It was only her belly growing, her legs, arms all seemed fine. "Am...I pregnant?" Tiffany wondered. Little did she realize, she was not pregnant at all. But now a half hour has gone by...she looked nine months pregnant, and she still kept growing. As she stood up, clueless on what to do...she saw herself in the mirror. But, rather than the feeling of dread, she was rather...impressed. She rubbed her growing belly, but then stopped.
"What the- what am I doing? I need to fix this!" she said. For awhile, she seemed to enjoy the fact that she was growing like this. She paced around her room, holding onto the side of her pants since she couldn't button them up anymore. As she walked, her belly continued to grow. It jiggled as she walked, but now the feeling was...starting to feel good...
Her shirt was completely uncomfortable to wear, but she didn't want to remove it. She rolled it up to the bottom of her breasts, but now the bottom of her belly was rubbing on the bottom of her pant's zipper. She sighed, "I really don't want my pants off," and as soon as she said that, her belly grew faster now. Her skin dug into the zipper teeth. "Owww!" she yelped.
She pouts, then slides her pants down, but only to her thighs. Despite being all alone, she was still being extremely self conscious about this. Her face still bright red from embarrassment. She tried to walk, but her pants made it too awkward. She had to take them off, but her belly was bigger than the size of a large beach ball now and still growing.
As she tried to get out of her pants, she sat down on her bed, laid down and was able to wriggle out of them. But even her panties didn't fit right because of her belly. Off those went as well. All the while, her belly was now growing faster. Her belly was bigger than double the size of a beach ball, but something else was happening...her breasts started to swell. "Are you kidding me?" she said.
She didn't want her t-shirt ripped, so that came off. But she couldn't get her bra off, as the back popped apart. She whimpers again, not wanting to give in. Now her belly was huge, as she got up, she wasn't ready for her new girth. Whatever caused the growth, had weight. She fell to her knees, her hands resting on top of her now growing breasts, and her belly still grew! She was almost helpless, becoming a big jiggly ball of sexually frustrated flesh.
She tried to get up, but ended up rubbing her clit on the rug. For the first time in her life, she felt pleasured. A rush of excitement runs through her body, the only movement she could do, she thrust her hips back and forth. Her belly still grew, but her breasts stopped. She was now four times the size of a beach ball. But she pleasured herself anyway, as fast as she possibly could. Ten minutes passed, her body was numb with pleasure, but her hips hurt. But it was enough, her body shook as she felt her first orgasm. She yelped, then gasps for air...over exhausted, she passed out on her own giant belly...
"Oh...crap...what happened?" She awoke from the floor, naked, but normal looking. But, to her horror...what happened was real. She didn't even have marks on her belly, as she rubbed it. But what happened? Was it over? She didn't know...but the truth was, it was only the beginning.**