Glutton's Curse

    Another poor young lady had been sent home, skulking about.

    "Yeah, that's it, lard-lubber! Move it back to the grazing field!"

    Such orders were given by Josana Clint, arguably quite the stuck up woman. She was tall, slim, and took pride in neatness. Her short hair was proof that she wanted everything on her to be perfect. However, some of the heavier girls were starting to see her as a nuisance--one who was clearly close minded. One of them, their queen of sorts, slowly waddled over to Josana.

    "Eh? What's this pig got to say now?!"

    Unfazed by her words, the "pig" stayed put. 

    "I cannot understand how you have so much contempt for us just because we weigh more than you. Other people your size realize that we can exist together. But for some reason, you cannot. Everything has to be perfect, right?"

    Josana nodded appreciatively. "Thank you! At least YOU get it!"

    "However, you will end up like one of us. I'm sure of it. You'll wish you had been much nicer to each of us. Who knows, you may even want to be like us--er, not fat that is, but more accept--"

    The woman left the heavyset speaker and hurried on with her way. She had things to do and some living whale was not going to get in her way. 

    "Me? Be like her? Fattest in town?" She let loose booming laughter. "Ha! I wish!"

    As if on cue, a wicked white thunderbolt came right out of the sky, dropping directly on Josana's head. The insane amount of power from the thunderbolt left her body tingling with extreme amounts of energy. She was paralyzed, and felt quite different. As the last of the electricity passed through the asphalt, the slim woman regained her movement. 

    "What in the world was that?" She asked, looking around to see if anyone else had seen the thunderbolt. Certain that no one else saw, she simply trekked along. As she passed a diner, her body's stomach reacted accordingly. She felt the hunger and quickly learned that it was really out for her, so she dashed inside to try and appease it.
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    "How can I help you?" The waitress asked.

    Josana scanned the menu left and right, but found nothing that would really be beneficial to her. "Ugh," she said, moaning as her stomach bellowed quite angrily. Before she was about to ask for a light lunch, the waitress hurried to the chef and whispered something. As she returned, she quickly exhaled.

    "Listen, I know you're probably trying to eat light for your own reasons. But when I'm around, a stomach's cry is the first voice I respond to. I'm not letting you out of here with a poorly-fed belly! I don't care if this meal's free, darn it!"

    The slim Josana was unable to say anything to the waitress who immediately handed down a large heap of pancakes slathered with syrup and dotted with whipped cream and a cherry for good measure. The woman looked at Josana who was having inhibitions. Before she knew it, a piece of the food was offered to her. Josana felt a little perplexed that the waitress was trying to force feed her, but for reasons unknown, Josana actually complied with the waitress's intent and gleefully devoured the morsel. Content that she actually ate a piece of something, the waitress went to fetch some water.

    All the while, Josana slowly found her body forcing the food down, even against her will. By the time she was finished, she heard the sound of plastic. Looking down, as best as she could, she found a button that once graced her buttoned top. Before she could say anything about it, a very large sandwich was plopped in front of her, and like before her body obeyed the stomach. Josana let loose a belch afterwards.

    "My body's moving on its own!" She managed to say before more pancakes from before were brought out. The waitress still heard the stomach screaming and very quickly, she brought a few more helpings.

    "After this, I think you'll be satisfied."

    "I hope so--" Josana started to say before she heard a few more buttons pop.
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    Now the picture of a plump woman, Josana had a more rounded out torso, whose belly hung right over her lower wear. As for her top, it's last line of defense was the last button on top. The other three were deposed by her much fleshier breasts. With each breath, they moved in accordance. She was sure that what the large woman from way before had said was starting to take effect. Though, no one said anything about a stomach possessing the ability to control the entire human body, except for the mind and mouth. Surely, this was a sorcerer's work.


    "That was odd," she said, "I can't believe my own body would force me to eat that ugly food! Now look at me, I'm fat and now, I eat too much." For some reason, no tears came from her eyes. Josana was legitimately in anguish over the loss of her figure. But she had no idea of why she was forbidden to cry. However, she realized that she was somehow quite emptied and starving.

    Freaking out about the sudden starvation, she headed to a place known as The Pit Stop. The kitchen staff was seemingly more prepared than the last place Josana went to. But what neither of them expected was that Josana would be even hungrier this time. As before, her stomach took over, and the staff were swift enough to offer her incredibly large meals.

    By the time Josana was finished, her stomach, for once, wailed in defeat. However, the staff were impressed with her eating, so they left her with an enormous cake. 
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    Getting used to her greedy stomach, she learned to make habitual stops to various restaurants, which seemingly kept offering her free food. She had no idea what was happening, but each time she was near more food, her body took over. Only when her stomach realized its limit did she stop. By now, she was already unable to go through regular doors. Whatever she ate at the Pit Stop really left a lot of pounds on her. It was also her huge belly and hips working together that would have left her stuck in doors.

    Weighing as much as a certain magical chef, Josana's stomach adapted, but gained more control over her. When she reached a local buffet, she walked inside, as if hypnotized. 

    Her body stiffed up when she stood at a counter, ensuring she wouldn't try to leave until she was seated. When a man came to put her in a seat, he seemingly acted like was under magical influence and hailed her as the "Guest of the Century," giving her a free day at the buffet. This was not what Josana wanted--but rather her stomach.

    No matter how much she protested, her mind was starting to finally conform to her stomach's will. Eventually, she herself, embraced this and simply laid an onslaught on each morsel offered. No crumb was spared, and now that she had given into her new-found appetite, her stomach's capacity greatly increased. The aftermath of the buffet looked a lot like a storm passed by--a four day storm.
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    Josana woke up with a room-shaking belch. 

    She looked around, searching for where she was, but the first person she found was that "pig" from earlier. Josana tried to rouse herself up from her position, but her body was too heavy. The other person came and helped her get up.

    "On 3--"

    Without even uttering numbers, Josana was pulled right up. Josana was out of breath.

    "Hi. Do you remember me?"

    Josana gasped once she saw the woman. "Wait! You were that whale from earlier! Hey...you didn't kidnap me or anything, did you?"

    "I did nothing of the sort," the "whale" said, "You know I found you at some buffet a few weeks ago. I don't even know how someone eats like that. Just really insane."

    "That's impossible," Josana remarked, clutching her low-hanging apron of thick flesh. "Sure, I may have been pigging out lately, but that was because of some thunderbolt! I was perfectly fine before that!"

    "Well, somehow you must have been sleep-eating for four weeks. I still don't know how that works. But, as it stands, you're the 'whale' now. I'm just way skinnier in comparison."

    Josana pushed the woman out of the way and slowly lumbered to the bathroom. She found that there were very wide doors, and rails against a few walls. The large woman didn't really care about those, but she forced herself in and stepped on the scale. She bent her head down, but all she saw were her two watermelon-sized breasts, and a large belly that seemed to go on. Needless to say, she couldn't see anything else.

    "Gah! Get in here, and read the scale! I can't see it!"

    The other woman forced the belly up, and found what the high-grade scale read.

    "1340 lbs." There was instant silence. "I can announce it in 'kg's.'"

    "No...no...that's not...I pigged out, but then I passed out for four weeks. How can anyone get this fat so fast? It's impossible!"

    The woman looked at Josana, and then smirked. "Well, I guess fate wanted you to feel fat. You DID insult a lot of big ladies, and I can't say that's very nice--"

    "Okay! I get it! Should have been better. But, it still doesn't change how I feel about this. I'm going to do everything I can to--"

    Josana's stomach made its demands, cutting her short.

    "I feel like I've been cursed to be a glutton." Josana said, as she waddled out of the bathroom. The other woman smirked, as Josana left her sight.