“Mrs. Smith, for your transformation,” Kyle began, “You’re going to start slowly swelling up, gradually growing bigger and rounder like your body is a gigantic water balloon. I’m only being partially metaphorical about it too, your shape is largely going to resemble a pear shaped water balloon, but instead of water you’re going to be swelling up with a sort of liquefied fat.”
“What on earth does that mean?” Susan interrogated the boy on the other end of the line.
“It means that you’re going to get really fat,” Kyle clarified, “but without any folds or rolls like with normal fat, or at least minimal amounts of folds. You’re also going to go up a couple bra sizes as you swell up with this liquid fat, and the crease between your buttocks will smooth out completely leaving you with a smooth, solid rump. As for an end size, let’s shoot for about six feet tall and seven feet wide, shall we? By then you’ll be dragging your wibbly, wobbly belly and all around on the ground. Your legs will just be two fat lumps ending in pudgy feet that you’ll just about be able to waddle around with. Every movement you make will cause your bloated body’s skin to ripple and wave as the lipid based fluid between it and your organs churns and sloshes! Oh, and don’t think you can burn the weight off so easily, I want you stuck in that shape for as long as possible. The rest of your life if it comes to it.
“Although you needn’t worry about your new shape having an inconvenient impact on your life,” Kyle continued, “or at least not too much of one anyway. Anything you have to interact with on a regular basis, like doors in your house or your car or the chair and desk in your office… those are all slowly going to change shape to accommodate your new globular physique. Except you should expect to get stuck in things a few times during the transition period. In fact you’ll start to develop a little bit of a fetish for getting wedged in and between things. Won’t that be an interesting way to spice up your sex life? As a matter of fact, let’s just say that you should expect the people around you to also start changing as you grow, but let’s leave that up to interpretation, yeah?”
“You sick, twisted little pervert!” Susan growled down the phone, “You’re that Melissa Perkins’ son aren’t you? When I get ahold of her and tell her what you said to me-“
“Except you won’t tell my mother about this,” Kyle sounded so self assured through the other side of the line, “because I Dare you to forget about tattling on me to her. In fact, I Dare you to forget the finer details of this curse. I want to see you struggle with your transformation, and you won’t much if you know what exactly is going to happen to you. Maybe you’ll recollect passing snippets as you near the end of your growth, but by then you’ll be too late to do anything about it! So ciao! Let Jennifer know that I said hello.”
*Click!* The line went dead. Susan’s arms dropped to her sides for a moment as for a few brief seconds she felt a splitting headache that vanished just as soon as it arrived. Just like that she forgot all the details of her curse. All she could remember was that she was cursed and the one who did it.
“M-mom?” Jennifer approached, “are you okay? What’s gonna happen to you? The town curse thing, that’s all just a rumor and it’s not real, right?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” Susan said uncertainly as she fumbled her daughter’s phone back into her hands, “I can’t seem to remember what he said. It’s like it’s been forcibly blanked out. All I know is he claims he used Tra-“ She suddenly caught herself before she invoked the game on Jennifer, just in case the town curse really did exist. “He claims he used that curse on me.”
“Yeah, because he meant to use it on me,” Jennifer belted, “You know who his mom is, right? Call her and tell her about it! Even if he cursed you to forget what’s gonna happen to you, he should still get it for fucking with you!”
“Language, Jennifer,” Susan snapped, “and normally I would agree with that but… I just… can’t seem to want to right now… at least until I can remember what on earth is supposed to happen to me now.” Suddenly her stomach gurgled, and she felt a slight tightness around her midsection. “Ugh, and now all this stress is making me feel all bloated. I’m going to have to reapply for that old gym membership.”