Chapter 2 - The Curse

Becca’s bedroom beheld the sight of many of her nights, her overfed body lying on her bed. Surrounded by takeaway boxes she had gorged herself on, she pondered about getting revenge on Tom. While they didn’t know eachother personally, Becca had seen him on campus many times - him being the star football player he was (soccer for any Americans). “What if I paid someone to injure him during a game?” She thought to herself. “But I don’t know anyone who’d agree to that… I just wish I wasn’t so fat, he doesn’t know what it’s like”. And that’s when it hit her. “He should see what it’s like to be my size! Oh I’m gonna make him big”. So after realising her revenge plan, she drifted off to sleep hopeful for the following day.

Waking up she felt a surge of optimism she hadn’t had in quite some time. Squeezing herself into the shower, she looked down on her flabby body. As she touched her grossly enlarged breasts and apron of a belly, she began to imagine how they’d look on Tom. “He has no idea what’s coming, actually he’s gonna wish he never wronged any fat girl in his life!”. And with that she finished getting ready and headed for her computer. Doing away with her uni work, she began to look on the web for a spell that could facilitate the cocky jock’s downfall. After an hour or so of looking through various sites, she found the ideal spell and began to gather the supplies…

(Later that day)

Once she was back at her house she unloaded her bag of goodies. These included a carton of (cow) milk, a jar of pork fat, candles, and a voodoo doll (which she managed to source from some weird gothic store she never knew existed). But it didn’t end there, from inside her jacket pocket she pulled out a small vial containing a sample of Tom’s hair. You see, while Becca couldn’t retrieve the hair herself (out of fear of being branded a pig by Tom’s gang of jocks) she could count on her trusted friend, Freya. She was a slim, pretty blonde with big tits who could get the attention of Tom. Although, unlucky for him, Freya was actually in on Becca’s plan. The moment she was told about the club incident, Freya had been furious with Tom.

So with all the ingredients at the ready, Becca (who was still glistening with sweat and breathing heavily from her excursion) lowered her hefty form onto her bedroom floor. The spell required her to first layer the voodoo doll with pork fat before soaking it in a bowl of milk. Following this, she arranged the candles around the bowl - lighting each one by one. After chanting the lines three times, she submerged Tom’s hair into the milk, completing the spell.

The following day, Tom woke up feeling particularly hungry. While he’d normally go for a healthy porridge with fruit, he eventually decided to treat himself to a full English breakfast instead. After gobbling it down, he thought nothing of it and got ready as usual before heading out. Upon getting on the bus, he saw a familiar face sitting alone. “Hey sweat cheeks, mind if I sit?” He said to Freya in a tone that often charmed other girls. “Go right ahead Casanova” she replied with a smile, an evil one that Tom mistook for her falling for him.

After turning her head to look out the window, the bus started to take the pair of them to campus. “By the way I totally know you were trying to make a move on me yesterday” Tom smirked. “Oh really?” Freya questioned. “Yeah really, the whole thing with playing with my hair? You sure know how to work a guy up sweetheart… especially with that cleavage of yours” he replied. Freya didn’t even know what to say, she did not like it when guys spoke to her that way. “Come on, you don’t have to ignore me darl-“ Tom’s words were cut short by a massive rumbling of his stomach. This excited Freya who remembered about the spell. “What’s the matter, Tom, you didn’t have breakfast?” she said, playing dumb. “Errr…yeah I didn’t actually… I didn’t have time”. Tom lied. She could tell he wasn’t telling the truth, and decided there and then that if he wanted to act like a misogynistic pig, she’ll string him along and make him one.