The Curse Pt1

Story by Atlas21 on SoFurry

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#1 of The Curse


The Curse

Atlas Arcturus

The sun fell under the horizon on this cold winter day. What a great day is was until the thermometer dropped and the power went out. The whole area went black. The institute was closed and everyone was sent home or to the student apartments a few blocks away in the middle of rural fields, often used to party on. The town was quite ordinary but large. A few malls, shopping centers on every street, and townhouses invading the rural lands and wildlife.

I grumbled as I headed to my dorm, walking along the side of the small back road. I made the mistake of just wearing a hooded sweatshirt, t-shirt and jeans. My computer bag offers some warmth to my side but what would really help is a thick parka or even a windbreaker. Even better than those, some muscle, more body hair or at least some fat to keep me warm. Unfortunately, I was never to jock type as a kid nor was any good at gaining weight thanks to my high metabolism. I was just a thin, light tan Caucasian/Asian hybrid with shaggy brownish black hair and dark brown eyes to match.

"ERRF! Damn you Wind!" I mutter as a gust of freezing air hits me. "I hope spring comes soon!"

I continue to complain as I enter the small complex of townhouse dorms. I sigh in relief as the building block some of the wind. I quickly head to where I live and rush in, slamming the door behind me. The room is just as cold as it was outside; the power went out in area.

"Phew... Now if only the heater worked!" I yell and look around the first floor for my roommate.

The room was a den and kitchen divided by a breakfast bar. The stairs to the bathroom and bunk room is in the opposite corner of the front door. The room is dark and messy. Soda cans litter the tables and sweatshirts and jeans lay on the sofa's back and arms. There is a nice flat screen TV of a decent size on a stand in front of the coffee table and then the sofa, against the wall opposite of the stairs run up.

"Which clothes are mine again?" I mumble as I go over to the sofa and rummage through the clothes. My roommate isn't around. "Maybe he left some money in his pockets!"

I snicker and dig around until the TV makes the fuzzy static noise it makes when it's warming up and turning on. "What?" I blurt out noticing everything else is still off and the power is not back.

I start to freak out a bit as the TV is on but the screen is on but still black. Soon a series of symbols, shapes and signs glow on the screen and form a seal of some sort. The seal glows and illuminates the room. I feel like I'm in a horror movie and tremble. I want to run out but my body creeps towards the TV unresponsive to my thoughts and worries. I stagger towards it and my arm starts to extend. I tremble and my mind screams "NOOOO! YOU STUPID ARM!" but it acts like my brain is a cell phone on vibrate; it checks it and then goes back to doing what it was going for.

The moment my fingertips touch the screen the odd symbol on it bursts with an immense light. I gasp and move back as if I were in slow motion as the screen unleashes a blinding light. For a short moment everything goes white.

"Hey, Jon! Get up, man! What happened to you?" I hear an annoying male voice yelling at me as the white fades.

"What happened? I just whited out..." I murmur, regaining my sight. I'm lying on the sofa, it seems I was knocked back. My roommate, Patrick, is leaning in front of me.

My roommate was training to become a graphic designer like me. He had a slight athletic build kind of like me but stronger. He had shaggy brown hair with a small goatee. His eyes were an ordinary brown like mine. He was addicted to videogames and gets me into trouble by making me play against him instead of finishing my projects.

"Okay... We gonna play Brawl or what!? The power is back on." He blurts out impatiently.

I sigh and sit up straight and reply "Fine... Did you get some snacks? I'm starving." I rub my stomach and sigh. It grumbles for food. I didn't tell Patrick about my little horror moment because he'd either say I'm crazy or believe me and go overboard.

"Oh sure!" He says as he goes into the kitchen and comes back with chips, cookies, and poptarts. He sets them on the coffee table and turns on the TV and our Wii.

"You didn't have to bring everything." I joke as a grab some chips and munch on them.

Patrick hands me a Gamecube controller and takes his Wii controller and sets up our match. I continue to snack and then pick my character. I usually go with DK while Patrick uses Lucario. We brawl it out and snack for a few hours. Patrick gets up to get drinks and other stuff every so often. After nearly three hours we end our fighting. I look about and see about four empty bags of chips, an empty leftover pizza box, two empty 2-liter soda bottles and 3 empty bags of cookies.

"Damn.... We ate all this!?" I say laughing and looking at Patrick. He seems confused and then stares at my shirt. "What is there something on my shirt?" I mumble as he starts to smile.

"No... There's something in your shirt!" He laughs and then pokes my stomach.

I gasp as he pokes my stomach. I look down and can't really tell so I lift my shirts and see my belly bloated out to the shape of half a soccer ball. I gasp and mutter "What the!? My stomach!"

Patrick grins and slips my shirts off, exposing my toned but slim chest, thin arms as doming belly. "Dude! You're a pig!" He blurts and rubs my swollen gut.

I glare back. I rub the firm dome, looking worried. "Wait the seal..." I mutter and rush up to our bunkroom and look in the mirror. Patrick follows laughing and watching my swollen middle as I run up the stairs. I grunt rubbing my gut after reaching the top of the stairs, slowly I lumber to the mirror, my stomach gurgling and aching. I look at my swollen middle and gulp a bit, noticing the seal that was on the TV shows up around my navel in the reflect but not on my real tummy. "That seal!"

"What?" Patrick says before seeing it in the mirror. "What is that? Is this some sort of illusion!?"

I sigh and explain what happened when I got home. He looks confused and pokes my small gut. "Damn... freaky..." He blurts.

I yawn and rub my stomach. "I think I'm going to go too bed... Today is just.... Odd.. Maybe if I go to sleep it will all go away?" I takes off my jeans and slip into be in my underwear. I hear Patrick wander off and play more Brawl. I wasn't sure how he took the story about the seal.

The morning light blinded me as I woke up the next morning. Slowly I sit up and rub my eyes. Slowly I move out of bed and stood up with a stretch. Then I blink and looks at my stomach. The gut was gone! I smile and rub my toned abs and then blink again. I don't have abs like these! I turn to the mirror to see myself but with more muscle. My thin toned physique had grown to a more athletic size. "Damn... I look like an underwear model... and with the package for it..." I mumble as I notice the bulge in my underwear has doubled in size and I'm not even aroused because I'm in shock.

I flex and pose a bit and examine how my underwear are underwear barely cover my oversized crotch. I look over to see if Patrick is up, He is still snoring in his bunk. I take this opportunity to go into the bathroom and take care of some business. I smirk as I jerk off there. I try not to moan and grunt but I slip up. This time it feels so much stronger and finally I finish up. I pant a bit from going at it so hard and quickly clean up. After stuffing my softened shaft back into my underwear I find my underpants feel even smaller. "Huh? Well I guess I can't get around not buying new underwear." I joke as I go back out and pull on some baggy jeans and another t-shirt with a sweatshirt over top.

After I get dressed I walk downstairs and head into the kitchen. I grab the box of mini doughnuts out of the cupboard and the carton of milk out of the fridge. The milk seems to feel light. I shrug and set my breakfast on the breakfast bar and grab my laptop and set it on the bar and start working on my current project. Shortly after I start I find the doughnut box and carton empty quickly. I blink and still feel hungry.

"What?... I guess they were pretty low..." I say as an excuse and grab 2 boxes of poptarts and some orange juice. Shortly after I grab them I find them empty again. "What? Sheeesh, I guess we need to go grocery shopping." I mutter as I go back to my work.

Patrick soon can be heard fumbling around upstairs. He fumbles down the starts in jeans and a fleece. He goes to the fridge and opens it. "Dude, There's nothing to eat... Wanna go out for breakfast?" Patrick mumbles half asleep.

I shrug in response and stop working on my project and close my laptop. He manages to wake up enough to get outside and get in his shabby car. I get in the passenger seat. I pull the seat belt over and notice my stomach is a bit bloated when the belt presses on it. I shrug it off as Patrick drives us to a local breakfast buffet. As we enter he smiles and looks at me. "Wanna see how much you can eat this time?" he sneers as he pokes my belly.

"What? Oh..." I blurt as I suddenly remember my mysterious eating habits from the night before.

I grin a bit wanting to see my stomach swell out again but not sure why. "Sure!" I cheer back as he pays for the meal and we are assigned a table. I quickly head out and decide to load up on pancakes. I pile on a stack out about six pancakes and pour syrup over them. I quickly head back to our table my mind in a daze; all these new urges and feeling swell in my mind as I try not to drool. I almost immediately start eating and enjoying the cakes. Patrick comes back and seems surprised I already finished two of my pancakes.

"Dude! Slow down! You're gonna get sick if you eat that fast." He warns as he starts to eat his food at a normal pace.

I hear his warning but pretend not to as a gorge the rest of my pancakes down and head back for more. This time I return with eight pancakes on my plate along with some pastries I found. This goes on for nearly 45 minutes. I moan leaning back in my chair. A heavy basketball made of flesh and stuffed with food sticks out of my middle. I burp and lift my shirts and expose my sandy tan belly and popping out belly button.

Patrick gazes at my melon sized flesh balloon stuffed with pancake and syrup and rubs it. I blush deeply as he rubs my warm belly, gasping a bit as his hand feels chilly. Soon the rubs send pleasurable sensations through my gut and body. I blush more as he rubs his finger over and around my puckered out navel. The pleasure increases as my nerves go wild. I slowly feel my pants tent. Luckily he stops with a chuckle as he pulls back and looks at it.

"Man... This is awesome!" He says and then looks at his watch. "Oh crap! We are gonna be late! Come on!" He yells franticly as I pull my shirts down.

I grunt and try to stand quickly but my heavy gut pulls down and slows me down. I lumber after Patrick as he goes out to the car. I mumble and mutter as I rub my swollen gut and plop into his car. I burp and grunt as he drives us to the mall. I'm too busy rubbing my uncomfortable gut to care about where we are going. Once parking he gets out in a bolt while I slowly heft my new weight up. He waits for me to catch up before heading into the mall.

I try to ignore my ball belly as I follow him, hoping if I don't pay attention to it no one else will. After walking past a few stores I relax a little; not many people stared or to a second look. I guess my loose sweatshirt helped my body look thicker to match my gut. Soon we arrive at the local Gamestop. Upon seeing the store and chuckled, "Of course it has to do with videogames."

Patrick rushes in to meet up with 2 of our close friends. The one was thin Korean guy with the most stereotypical Asian look for a nerdy Asian guy: round haircut, somewhat formal outfits for everything and large nerdy glasses. His name was Yin and though he was clean of every bad thing you can think he was a complainer and pessimistic. The other was a Caucasian who wished he was Asian. He always wore a tropical shirt over his other shirt or one with dragons on it, thus his nickname Wyrm, actually we just changed the spelling after he stopped eating worms when we were kids. He was thin like the rest of us... we'll most of us now.

"Hey guys! Do they have it!" Patrick yelled to them as he stood close in there group.

Yin shakes his head no. "I doubt they'll ever get any. Who would make a boring place like this a priority place to deliver to."

Wyrm shrugs and looks at the racks of games. "Well, I guess we'll have to wait till next week." He stated as he browsed.

Patrick nodded and then glances over to me as I was nervously standing away from them. "Hey guys look what Jon grew this morning!"

Yin and Wyrn look over and look confused. Yin walks over look skeptical. "What the hell!? How did he talk you into putting a ball under your shirt and walking around the mall." He lifts my shirt to free the ball only to look shocked and see my firm flesh ball. "WHAT?" He blurts then looks around and whispers. "How the hell did you eat this much! You didn't have this yesterday morning!"

Wyrm walks over and looks curious poking it and them rubbing it. Pleasure shiver up and down my spine as he rubs. I blush but don't pull away. Soon Yin joins in with some rubs. Now my ball of flesh and food radiates the feeling making my pants tent, luckily they stop and I calm down. "Heh... I guess I just over did it this morning." I say nervously feeling odd about all the attention.

Patrick nods and laughs a bit before he is silenced by a deep groan from my stomach. All of us looks at each other and there stomachs before mine let's out another moan. All eyes focus on my exposed gut. The uncomfortable feeling from before had subsided and hunger replaced it. I quickly lower my shirt and blush.

Patrick laughs a bit. "I guess breakfast this morning wasn't enough for you!" He pats my ball belly and looks at the other two. "Wanna head to that pizza place, guys?" He asks them.

Yin takes a bit to look away from my noisy gut and responds, "Uh, sure."

Wyrm grins and nods. "Sure it's almost lunch!"

Patrick nods and rubs my rumbling stomach. I blush and sigh a bit as we head out of the game store and down to the pizza place.