Cursed
This was an experiment in... well I don't want to spoil it.
It was never meant to be anything major but I figured I'd post it for posterity
Enjoy
Randal thought back to what the woman at the fair had said, he had just snatched the the last custard filled doughnut from the doughnut tent before she could get it, and she pointed at him with an intense glare. "PEEGFOX..." the old buzzard brushed her talons against his muzzle, which was still holding the doughnut as he dropped his dollar on the wooden plank. Now he stood looking into the mirror in his bedroom, a curious potbelly had appeared under his shirt, his tail bobbing up and down in frustration. The now pudgy vulpine turned to the side and gave his gut a pat, Jiggling it in both hands, when he took notice of a new development with his tail. The fluffy brush of long silky fur, had started moving erratically, as it moved up, it swung to the left, and as it moved down it fell to the right. Randal's luxurious tail was twisting itself into a corkscrew.
"Peegfox..." the phrase echoed in his head, and his attention was brought to the rump beneath the tail which plumped out significantly, giving the fox a proper booty. A rumbling in his belly brought a belch to Randals lips where he tried to hold it in, his cheeks bulged out, and as if they were attached his pointed ears sagged down. letting the belch out his cheeks remained plumped and his ears folded. The changing foxes gut rumbled again, before plumping out another six inches. Randal fumbled for his belt, releasing it just in time for his button and zipper to bust loose, spilling his gut for all to see. New found space in his tight shorts spurred the growth of heavy hips and plump thighs, and stifling another belch bulged not only his plumper cheeks but a set of fat breasts to boot.
Now Randal was sweating a bit, he had fattened up a great deal, but it appeared his pelt hadn't joined in the growth, and the fox felt like a sausage in his own skin. He rubbed at the fur exposed under his too small shirt, feeling the firm tightness under the downy soft fluff. "PEEGFOX..." the words echoed again and his ears and tails sagged, what else could be done to him? He felt it start in his arms and legs, the moving up into his ass and breasts, they all started swelling. rolls formed on his back and his neck thickened up as it made its final move to his gut. He started to sweat, feeling not only like he was being crushed in his own skin, but like he was going to burst as well. The growth slowed and he felt as though his breathing might bring him to bust, he rested his heavily bloated gut on the bed, his fat arms and legs bursting through his shorts and shirts seams.
Breathing shallowly, Randal held every inch he could reach for dear life. Looking at as much of himself as he could see he not only felt enormously fatter, he felt like he should be bigger as well. "PEEEEEEEEEEEGFOXXXXX..." WIth several porcine squeels of terror Randal squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the worst. The tortured pants gave way to a fat laden, sagging rump, his shirt burst around his burgeoning breasts, but both paled in comparison the the creaking of his tortured pelt. the overstuffed fox stood holding his painfully tight skin, tears dripping from his eyes at the thought of the inevitable. He dare not move, holding his breath he didn't even want to open his eyes. but alas, as with everything, this stillness came to an end, and Randals oxygen starved lungs made the next move. With a deep gasp the foxes chest and belly filled with the precious air they need *Gwlorp* Randall's pelt, that beautiful thing foxes are most proud of second only to their tails, ruptured across his belly
There was a moment of eerie silence, Randall's hands stung from the force of the explosion, then the fox opened one of his eyes. then he took several deep breaths, grunting in relief as he exhaled. though he stopped and listened, looking at the "Damage" as he did, he grunted again, and opened his mouth letting out a few experimental oinks. his perspective had changed dramatically, his once pointed muzzle was now wider around the end, as though it had been smashed. He still had fur, though it faded to and from pink and brown skin, the bulk covering his massive abdomen. As he reached around to feel himself he noticed contact was arriving much sooner than he would have liked, but at least he was still intact, and not staining the walls and ceiling with his insides.