Eternal Hunger: Ariel

Chapter 1 - Deception of the Abyss

Oh, how long I had waited for this moment.

From my dark lair, surrounded by octopus bones and the screaming souls of broken contracts, I watched the little idiot swim toward me. Ariel. The favorite daughter of that pompous fool Triton. Flaming red hair, a sleek and perfect mermaid body, perky firm breasts, a tiny waist, and that innocent little ass swaying between the currents. Beautiful. Too beautiful. And above all: stupid.

She entered my salon with wide eyes full of romantic princess dreams. She had no idea what was about to happen to her. She signed the contract without even really looking at it, wearing that usual dumb, excited expression on her face. "I just want legs so I can be with Eric!" her stupid little face seemed to scream. She hadn't even considered that I might not have that kind of potion ready for her case. For her, I had prepared something else entirely, just like I did for everyone I wanted to curse.

I chuckled to myself, waving my tentacles in sadistic pleasure as I touched her wherever I wanted.

"Of course, my sweet," I said in my silkiest voice, offering her the seashell filled with a thick, glowing purple potion that shimmered with obscene light. "This will give you everything you desire. Human legs. A new life on land. And... something much more fun than singing to fish down here."

Ariel didn't hesitate. The stupid little princess grabbed the shell and drank it all in one gulp, like a greedy child. I watched the thick liquid drip down her chin, viscous and sticky.

The change was immediate.

First, her beautiful tail fins melted into two long, perfect legs. She screamed with joy... or at least tried to. No words came from her throat. Only a choked, confused moan. She tried to speak again, moving her mouth desperately, but nothing. Just wet, pathetic whimpers.

I burst out laughing, a deep and cruel laugh that shook the walls of the lair.

"Oh yes, my dear. You have your little legs... but you've lost your voice. Forever. And this is only the beginning." I moved closer, wrapping a tentacle around her slender waist and pulling the seashells from her breasts while she stared at me in terror. "That potion, you silly little princess of Neptune, wasn't a simple transformation for human legs. It's the **Hunger of the Abyss**. An ancient curse I perfected just for you. You'll feel an emptiness in your stomach that can never be filled. You'll eat. You'll eat nonstop. You'll eat until you swell up like a disgusting whale. And the more you eat, the fatter, uglier, and more deformed you'll become. Your pretty little mermaid body will turn into a quivering, stinking, obscene mass of lard."

I should have told her that, but I simply smiled and said, "Have fun on the surface, darling," with a wicked grin.

Ariel tried to scream, to beg. She had realized she'd been tricked, even if she didn't fully understand what I'd done to her yet, but only animalistic sounds and choked moans came from her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears as she clutched her belly, which was already growling ferociously.

In the end, my desire to tell her the truth won out, and I stroked her cheek with a tentacle, whispering in her ear:

"You're going to become a beached sow, Ariel. A fat, obese sea cow who grunts while she swallows rotten fish and garbage. I bet you're already hungry. And I... I'm going to watch every single moment of your ruin."

I shoved her away with contempt. Ariel swam desperately toward the surface, already clutching her stomach with both hands, her new legs kicking awkwardly.

I stayed in my den and activated my crystal ball to watch her.

I saw her emerge on the deserted beach, beautiful and naked under the sun, her wet red hair clinging to her perfect body. But her stomach was already screaming. She dropped to all fours over the leftovers of an abandoned picnic: half-moldy bread, scraps of meat, rotting fruit. She began devouring everything with ferocity, stuffing herself uncontrollably. Juice ran down her chin, her neck, between her breasts. Every bite made her moan loudly, an obscene and lewd sound. Her thighs trembled as a small orgasm shook her, humiliating her even more.

"Good girl, little piggy," I murmured to myself, stroking myself with satisfaction. "Start filling up."

That was when I saw him arrive: Prince Eric. Tall, handsome, with the air of a young pervert bored by his harem of noblewomen. He stopped to look at her. Ariel, still beautiful, mute, covered in food, kneeling and licking the ground like a starving bitch. I saw his expression change: pure arousal. Not pity. **Lust**.

"Perfect," I grinned, as Eric approached her with a hungry smile, speaking softly as if he had found a treasure. "Take her to the castle, little prince. Turn her into your new favorite whore. Forget the princess."

Ariel looked up at him, eyes full of tears, desperately trying to communicate something. But from her mouth came only a low, guttural moan while her stomach growled even louder, begging for more food.

I laughed until my tentacles hurt.

The game had just begun. And the little, stupid Ariel had signed her own condemnation to become the most disgusting, fattest, and most humiliated stupid whale in the kingdom.