As the months passed, Jen slowly forgot about what she'd done to Kyle. Over the next few months, every time she saw him his ass always fatter, but she didn't think much of it. She graduated that summer, and went on to get an athletic scholarship at the big state school in Bay Harbor. 4 years passed, she partied, joined a sorority, dated and experimented. The fall of her senior year of college, she'd just gotten back from an expensive trip to Japan with her friends. She'd heard the news of some guy with a huge ass from her hometown on social media, but didn't think much of it, having completely forgotten about the curse. It was the first day of her final year of college, and it was going as routine as any other.
That was until she walked through the doors in the science hall and froze, her coffee falling from her grasp. Waddling down the hall in front her was none other than Kyle.
The last four years had done a number on the poor gamer. With each waddling step his ass quaked violently behind him, threatening his balance. Everyone's eyes were on him. Many people were filming.
"Oh my god, do you see his ass?"
"How do you even get that big?"
"That's disgusting!"
"I-I want to slap it..."
Kyle's face was beet red. He pulled his hoodie tighter over his head, his earbuds falling to drown out the gossip. Just then, a girl stepped behind him. The entire hall went silent in anticipation. She raised her binder high behind him.
THWACK
Kyle screamed as his ass shook. He stumbled forward. Jen looked around as he berated her in her background, noticing most of the men had boners, and some of the women were biting their lips. There were some moans, some cheers. Kyle tried to waddle away faster, but someone else grabbed a handful of his hip flesh.
"STOP!!!!" Kyle whined, as his own puny boner pushed against his fupa. He turned around, and his eyes met Jen's. She was dumbfounded.
He was wearing a black band hoodie, some indecipherable metal logo. And the largest pair of black exercise shorts she'd ever seen. But even those couldn't hide his belly. It poked out from under his hoodie, his chubby arms and prominent moobs stretching it further. But as chubby as he was from the waist up, it paled in comparison to his ass and thighs. Over the past four years they had absolutely exploded, each of his legs weighing over 400 lbs. His cheeks were larger than exercise balls, round but lumpy, the cellulite visible through his stretched pants. His thighs each dwarfed his torso, and his calves were each nearly as thick around as his waist.
Tears filled his eyes as more and more people crowded around him, taking turns smacking and feeling his ass. Jen slowly walked over.
She shooed most of the closest onlookers, putting her hand on his shoulder as her body pressed into the front of his thigh.
"Kyle? Is that you?"
"Y-yeah," he said, wiping his tears with his sleeve. Someone else squeezed his cheek and he yelped, before looking up at Jen.
"Why don't we catch up over some breakfast?" she said. She couldn't believe what her curse had done to him, she was dumbfounded. She felt... remorse, guilt? She didn't know she could feel that, especially towards a dork like Kyle, but she'd grown during college and found herself feeling bad for him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud growl from Kyle's stomach. "That would be nice," he said, sniffling. Jen walked slowly behind him as he waddled to the food court, barely able to squeeze sideways through the wider handicap entrance. His ass stuck out over 3 feet on each side, and well over 3 feet from his back while he was standing. She had to admit, she really did want to touch it...