Popular Post Dogma Posted September 20, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted September 20, 2014 (Finally bonding with the new site. This story was up on the old site, so some of you will have seen it before. I'll be tweaking it and a few others and getting them up here.) It started with something small. The silliest of exchanges. Kevin walked into the change room as Eric was stripping off his shirt, looked over at Eric and said, “fuck man, you have no nipples whatsoever.”It was true. Well, it was true unless Eric was absolutely freezing in which something might pop up. But otherwise his nipples were pretty much non-existent. Genetic thing. That’s the sort of stuff Eric was thinking as he glared at Kevin. That and “fuck you, asshole.” But what came out of his mouth was: “Well, we can’t all have nice plump nipples like you.” And then it happened. As Eric glared he noticed that Kevin’s nipples were literally “plumping up.” They became full and engorged as if they were aroused but Kevin didn’t seem to notice. He just laughed at Eric, flexed his chest, and said, “Yeah, you wish you had a lot of things like me.” As he flexed the nipples pushed out to … it was hard to tell, not a half inch … a third, maybe? They were not obscenely large, but they were full and swollen—plump—and when Kevin finally pulled his shirt on, still snickering, he gave them an involuntary pinch and for a moment look slightly bewildered by the action, by their sensitivity. Then he dismissed it, smiled at Eric again and said, “Seeya round, goof.” And headed off. His nipples pushed noticeably against his white shirt, even seeming to grow slightly more as they rubbed against the material. They didn’t go down. Eric had chalked the weird moment up to a cool breeze, or maybe Kevin was just, you know, sensitive there. But they didn’t go down. Whatever had happened, it was the new norm. Every time Eric saw him in the hallways, or in class, the nipples were still … there. Obviously there. Tweakably there, as when Kevin’s girlfriend gave them a tweak when they were kissing in the hallway. Kevin positively purred in return ad Eric was betting nipple play was a bigger part of their sex life now. But the point was nobody noticed that Kevin looked different. On some level, Kevin seemed to, or at least he seemed to be paying his nipples more attention. Rubbing them absently. But that might have just been because the new, plumper, more sensitive nipples were hard to ignore. But every time, Eric saw Kevin walk by with those nice plump nipples pushing against his shirt he was left with one simple truth: the curse worked. Things didn’t actually start with the nipples. They started back in sixth grade when Kevin punched out Eric for the first time. Then junior high. Then high school. Now they were in the same fricking university dorm. Oh the physical bullying had stopped. You can’t get away with that shit by the time you hit university. No, now it was just snide remarks every time Kevin saw Eric. That steady drip drip drip of insults that seems even worse than a beating. So one day, after Eric had been dumped by his girlfriend, he decided he wanted to curse Kevin. Actually the dumping had had nothing to do with Kevin. But as Eric was walking home from the dump site, Kevin had jogged by and called him a bandy legged pussy whip. It was the snare drum to the shittiest day ever. Ba-dum-bum! Eric wasn’t even sure what a bandy legged pussy whip was, but the gendered language pissed him off and he was mad already. So he headed over to his buddy Tommy’s place and bought a curse. The $100 was handed over and the curse handed back before Eric even asked how it worked. “So I can curse Kevin with this?” he asked as Tommy pocketed the money. “This” was a scroll with a bunch of latin on it. Read it, invoke his name, burn some incense, eye of newt, blah blah blah. “No.” “No??” “Well, yes, but no,” Tommy said. “There are some pretty strict rules. You’re only allowed to curse him with a compliment and only when he has said something negative about you—so he’s the trigger, not you—and the compliment has to be the exact opposite of what he said about you. Oh, and you won’t actually be able to control what you say, it’ll just come rolling out of you.” … Tommy rolled his eyes and went on, “Say, he walks in and calls you an ugly little shit.” Yeah. Been there. Done that. “You’ll turn around and say, “Yeah, I know, I’m not beautiful like you.” It’ll just pop out of your mouth and the curse will make him more beautiful.” … “So I’ll curse him and he’ll get better looking?” “Yup,” Tommy nodded, pleased sometimes this curse stuff took hours to explain. “How is that even remotely a curse?! I’ll doom him to being tall, dark and handsome?!” “Hey, it’s the best we could do with the money you had. Really nasty curses cost a lot of money. But that’s not the only thing, you cast an evil curse and it damages your soul. You pay a price every time you do something negative to him. But with this? You’re giving him what he wants. From a spiritual differential point of view, you come out the good guy.” “But … I don’t WANT to be the good guy! I want to be the dick that curses this asshole.” Tommy was having none of it: “Too bad. You’re the good guy. Look, you’re not seeing the big picture here. Kevin trashes you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Remember that one time when he called you a pussy boy in the middle of … ” Eric glared “The point is you’ll have a lot of opportunity to throw ‘complements’ at him and, well, sometimes positive things, too many positive things aren’t a good thing.” So, bigger nipples so far. Didn’t see that coming and they didn’t seem like such a bad thing. But Eric couldn’t help wondering what would come next. 1 29 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
markwbob Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 Great Story! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
middleman Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 Great idea, lots of possibilities. Enjoyed it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dogma Posted September 20, 2014 Author Share Posted September 20, 2014 Part 2 It probably sounds like Kevin is this huge bully. That’s certainly how Eric thought of him. But in reality, well, in an untouched reality, Kevin was only 5’10”—just two inches taller than Eric—and at 170 pounds only about 20 pounds heavier. He was on the swim team, which made the next change rather fortuitous. Yup, the feet; which seemed kind of fluky to Eric but he was getting the sense that this whole curse business was kinda fluky. Anyway, Eric stepped on Kevin’s foot when they were walking in the hallway. No, wait, that deserves a more information. It’s not like Eric just stumbled into Kevin. Rather he’d looked over and saw Kevin’s chest and been mesmerized by those fat nipples pushing through his shirt. He was thinking randomly that Kevin should get a piercing or something to justify them and then bam, his foot ended up on Kevin’s foot. Kevin might not have noticed, but he was wearing sandals and it hurt, so he shoved Eric aside and muttered, “Watch where you’re going, “lady foot.” That’s right, “lady foot.” Who even says that? It was probably just meant to be a size critique—Eric’s feet were a nimble size six and half—but Kevin always managed to throw in some of that gendered language to make himself feel more manly. No problem for the curse, it was willing to go with the flow and Eric found himself chirping back with a cutting, “Hey, sorry they’re not big ‘man feet’ like yours.” It was sort of like that classic transformation scene from an American Werewolf in London where the wolf guy’s feet stretch out. “Like” that but with no wolves or howling or Blue Moon playing in the background. Just, you know, the feet. Kevin’s size nines stretched to ten, eleven … they probably ended up at about a size fourteen. The sandals stayed size nine though. The curse didn’t do clothes. So Kevin’s now big manly toes were hanging over the end of his sandals and the straps were cutting into the thick arch of his new feet. He was lucky. He could have been wearing shoes, which would have been a whole lot more dramatic. As it was the curse did its thing and nobody but Eric noticed the physical change. But that mental adjustment apparently didn’t include “walking in size 14 feet for the first time” training for Kevin. He stumbled over his new flippers, the sandals went flying and he ended up on the ground in a heap. He looked up at Eric and growled. Literally growled. Fuck, Eric thought, it’s not like it’s my fault you’re clumsy. Wait … actually … Eric called on the better part of valour and bolted. As for Kevin, the change meant replacing three inexplicably too small pairs of shoes, some trashed sandals, a whole bunch of socks that apparently don’t stretch that much, getting tagged with the new nickname “Bigfoot” from his buddies—it was hard to tell if the nickname was new; it just started being used after the change—and setting a new swim record for the school during a competition later that week. In the end he did just fine with those big feet. Their next encounter would leave a bigger mark. 2 23 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darkluster4 Posted September 21, 2014 Share Posted September 21, 2014 Well written. A unique concept. I like it so far. I also like how you did some good research to on curses and stuff. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goremeridian Posted September 21, 2014 Share Posted September 21, 2014 Solid writing, and an original idea too. This has many, many tantalising possibilities. Can't wait for more! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dogma Posted September 21, 2014 Author Share Posted September 21, 2014 Part 3 Eric had no business being in the gym. He was one of those start and stop work out guys. Do two weeks, get discouraged, quit for a month, then go back for another two weeks. You know the type. Cluttering up the benches when you want to use them. Furrowing their brows in confusion as they try to remember how a piece of equipment works. Bastards. But I digress. As it turns out Eric was on the bench press (Sigh) with a 25-pound plate on either side of the bar and struggling a bit when Kevin walked by and smiled at him: “Man, you must have no testosterone in you.” Honestly, Eric wasn’t even thinking about the curse. He was ready to snap back anyway and didn’t even realize it was the curse that was doing the talking. So he wasn’t expecting anything when he bit back with, “Yeah, we can’t all be filled with testosterone like you are. You’re like a walking growth hormone, aren’t you?” That was pretty elaborate. In response, Kevin’s body “rippled.” That was the best way to describe it. As if his entire body was shifting just a bit and then it was over. Eric knew the curse had been activated but there didn’t seem to be anything different about Kevin. No, wait. He had a five-o’clock shadow now. Just a hint of it. But it hadn’t been there before. The curse had also added a dark treasure trail to Kevin’s formerly smooth stomach, but Eric wouldn’t notice that until they were in the change room later on. But that was it. A bit of hair. The feet had been more dramatic. Hell, the nipples had been more dramatic. Didn’t a walking growth hormone look different? Like last time, Kevin was blissfully ignorant that anything had happened. But he did recognize sarcasm when he heard it and gave Eric a sharp punch in his shoulder. “You better watch your mouth, LaFarge (yeah, Eric had a last name) or this human growth hormone is going to rip off your face.”And that was it, Kevin walked away and went back to his workout as if nothing had happened. When Eric spotted him in the change room later on—and noticed that new treasure trail—Kevin even seemed to be in a pretty good mood. He high-fived one of his buddies and didn’t bother with Eric. Apparently the only impact had been a good workout. This had to be the crappiest curse ever. Fuckin’ Tommy. A few weeks later, Eric started to cotton on to the fact that maybe something had happened. He was waiting, blissfully unnoticed, behind Kevin to get into an exam when he noticed that Kevin’s shirt looked a bit tighter. Not dramatically. But enough to be noticeable. It looked like he had started working out more and the results were just starting to show. There was something else too; Kevin smelled. Not bad, exactly. Almost … sort of good. Like fresh sweat, which is a whole different thing from the smell of old sweat. He smelled “male.” If there was such a smell. Now, Eric wasn’t into guys. This whole episode kicked off with him getting dumped by his girlfriend. But that smell, man, whatever it was, Kevin was pumping it out and it lingered with Eric through the rest of the exam. It was almost two months before he saw Kevin again. Exam period led into Christmas, led into a batch of fresh classes in January that were Kevin free. He’d almost forgotten about the last encounter until he bumped into Kevin in the change room. Literally bumped into him. The curse had worked. It just took a while for the results to show up. Kevin was … growing. There was no other way to put it. Kevin had always been a couple of inches taller than Eric. So Eric had to look up when he was being insulted, but not much. But this time when Eric walked into, or rather bounced off of, Kevin, he found he was staring into the bully’s chin. “Get the fuck out of the way, dumb ass,” Kevin growled as he shoved Eric aside and walked into the change room. He was sweating, that male smell, wearing a tank top and sweats pants. He’d just been working out again. If Eric was a better stalker he would have realized Kevin had been working out a lot more. But at this point all he realized was that Kevin was bigger. Probably two inches taller, if the eyes to chin measure was any indication. That made Kevin 6’ even. Not a huge difference. But a difference. He’d also put on 20 pounds. Eric knew that because Kevin announced it after stepping on the scale (“Holy fuck, I’m up 20 pounds over the last two months!”) That made him 190. He announced that too before stripping off his shirt and heading towards his locker. The new 20 pounds were all muscle. And “fresh” muscle at that. Eric hadn’t ever thought of there being such a thing but it was the only way to describe it. Eric had bright telltale stretch marks on his thickening chest and shoulders that indicated he’d put on muscle fast. The impact was all over. Eric hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about Kevin’s body before other than getting out of its way. But now Kevin’s pecs were growing into those thick nipples. His arms looked like they were, what, 18 inches? He shaved his chest—a swim team thing—but Eric could see the hint of a treasure trail and a dark hue to his chest that said the hair was coming in faster and thicker than it used to. From the moment Eric had uttered the words “full of testosterone,” Kevin’s body had began pumping out growth hormone, and was reshaping itself as a result. Eric’s doe-eyed appraisal didn’t go unnoticed. Kevin’s balled up tank top bounced off Eric’s face. Kevin had been methodically wadding up the sweaty tanktop while Eric was staring at him so it shouldn't have been a surprise when he chucked it at Eric. But Eric, even if he didn't want to admit it, was mesmerized by what Kevin was becoming and didn’t notice anything until he was being splatted with sweat and a tanktop. Kevin sneered: “You like what you see, dicksplash? Maybe if you were a “walking growth hormone” you could look like this too.” This time the curse had nothing to say. 3 25 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
miniace2009 Posted September 21, 2014 Share Posted September 21, 2014 Super hot part! Though I noticed he called him a dumbass with no retort 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dogma Posted September 21, 2014 Author Share Posted September 21, 2014 Miniace,Shhhh, you'll give away the next chapter. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goremeridian Posted September 21, 2014 Share Posted September 21, 2014 Not sure if it's weird to add more than one comment to a thread but what the heck; I'll throw etiquette to the wind. (I even "Liked" all three parts; not sure if that makes me a weirdo, lol!) I'm thoroughly enjoying this story. It's fun and fresh and very, very hot. Just keep it coming, dude! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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