Anya dreamed again that night. In the dream little cold wisps of dark flame lapped at her skin. She was wrapped in darkness. Her body hummed. A tall dark shadow deeper than the black around her loomed over her body. She could feel its gaze on her. Her breathing was labored. Her muscles tingled, and her nerves twitched. The thing was so close that she could feel its warm breath on her skin. Then her eyes opened.
Sunlight leaked into her bedroom through the gaps in her blinds, covering her bed in thin strips of light.
There was a broad wet stain on her pillow, her chin was wet, but her throat was dry and itchy.
Anya groaned, wiped her chin, and then rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Her pussy ached. She could feel the telltale tingling of a pending orgasm at the base of her spine. She was so close she felt the pressure of it rippling through her in waves all the way down to her toes and fingertips.
She absently spread her thighs and planted her feet parallel to the surface of her bed, raising her hips as her fingers reached between her thighs. A shiver crept up her spine the moment her fingers grazed her clit. She stroked up and down her vulva, easing back from an orgasm so close it was making her feel faint.
She felt different down there. The flesh felt squishier, everything felt puffy and swollen. She was also wet. Wetter than she ever had been before. Each stroked made a slick squishy noise that titillated her ears. She hesitantly probed her slit with the tip of her middle finger. She was tighter than she remembered. Even just the tip of her finger felt huge. She wriggled her finger up and down, but spongy flesh wouldn’t give more than an inch. She pressed her finger deeper, her thumb gently tapping her clit, and the pressure suddenly exploded.
She had to clench her teeth to keep herself from screaming. Her hips twitched, and her pussy convulsed, each clench, sent a gush of warm fluid splashing against her fingers.
Once the aftershocks took hold of her, her feet slid free she collapsed back into bed, twitchy and breathless.
She didn’t really squirt, it was more like spurts, still, it had never happened before. Her arms felt heavy but she managed to lift her fingers to her face. She rubbed the fluid between her thumb and the tips fingers. The substance was pale but nearly transparent, slippery, and viscous. Curiosity got the better of her and she pushed a digit between her lips, lapping her nectar off the offending digit. It tasted faintly, but inexplicably sweet. It also tasted strangely familiar.
She reached back down between her thighs dragging her finger through her springy labia to scoop up more of the slippery fluid and gave it another taste. Her brows creased with bemused surprise. She knew she recognized the flavor, it was strangely sugary and a bit like citrus, not like anything that should be leaking out of her pussy.
She sprung from her bed, following Cassie’s lead, she had taken to wearing an old fling’s t-shirt as a nightdress. It was not quite as long as she would’ve liked. The lower half of her abundant booty cheeks peaked out the bottom, but it was the best she had.
She tried to run, but her bouncy pace caused her ass cheeks to wobble and clap together and she was giggling too much to keep it up. She slowed down, peeking in Cassie’s bedroom before she went downstairs. She wanted to ensure she wasn’t crazy.
She found her roomie in the living room. Curled up in the corner of their couch. Her blonde hair draped over her shoulder. Headphones over her ears. Her face was glued to her laptop, which was sitting precariously on the arm of the couch.
She still hadn’t noticed her approach so Anya tapped her blonde friend on the shoulder to get her attention.
Cassie shifted one of the bulky earpieces off her ear and looked up at Anya with a bright cheery grin, but her attention was obviously still caught somewhere between her and what appeared to be some lecture on her screen.
“Weird question,” Anya started, “…but I was… taking care of myself…” she said gesturing to barely hidden pussy, “…this morning and I taste kind of sweet.”
“You might have diabetes?” Cassie suggested, still a little distracted.
“No, I’m pretty that’s not it.”
Cassie glanced back and forth between Anya and her laptop and simply opened her mouth lolling out her tongue.
“Seriously?” Anya blushed.
Cassie only nodded, as if it was the most natural occurrence in the world.
Anya cringed a little but quickly reached beneath her makeshift nightgown and swiped a finger between the puffy mounds of her pussy, dragging away a smear of the nearly transparent viscous fluid.
She hesitated to spread it across her friend’s tongue. Her cheeks were suddenly aflame. Something about it felt wrong. It felt perverted, but kind of clinical. To her credit, Cassie didn’t even flinch as Anya smeared the pussy-juice across her waiting velvety tongue.
Cassie closed her mouth, audibly swishing saliva around her mouth before she swallowed. She looked a little puzzled for a moment, and then began to laugh, “No lie, that tastes like Mountain Dew!”
“Not-ah,” Anya replied in disbelief.
“I swear to God …or Darwin or whatever it is atheists swear on,” Cassie answered, not nearly as shocked as she should’ve been.
“I don’t even drink soda,” Anya balked.
“Babes I wish drinking soda could do that. Are you sure weren’t using some kind of flavored lube or something?” Cassie asked.
Anya shook her head.
Cassie pulled her headphones down around her neck, giving Anya her undivided attention, then she began to giggle impishly, “Seriously? This is hilarious. Does your ass taste like Cool Ranch Doritos?”
Anya ignored the question and whimpered, “What is happening to me?”
Cassie looked crestfallen, “I’m not sure Babes,” she looked Anya up and down. At least it looks like your booty hasn’t gotten any bigger.
Anya twisted at the hip glancing down at the ridiculously pronounced bubble flesh now mostly draped in faded black cotton. Anya pouted, “I suppose it isn’t NOTICEABLY bigger.”
“Did you piss off a genie that also happened to be a teenage boy?” Cassie wondered aloud.
Anya shrugged, “I don’t know —what did your occult friends have to say?”
Cassie groaned, “They were no help. They pretty much assumed I was just making fun of them.”
“Honestly, I probably would’ve thought the same…” Anya answered.
“Don’t get all defeatist on me, Anya,” Cassie pleaded, “we’ll figure this out.”
“I’m not if there’s anything that can explain any of this,” Anya bemoaned as she gestured to herself.
Cassie lowered her head, for a moment she seemed speechless, “I mean, but your pussy tastes like Mountain Dew, I mean that’s pretty cool,” Cassie offered with a meek smile.
“I have to get ready for work,” Anya said dismissively though Cassie did manage to make her smile.
“Seriously, I’ll tell people if you want?!” Cassie shouted as Anya walked away.
It wasn’t until Anya once again donned her black leggings that she noticed her pubic mound was a bit puffier than usual. The mound was fat enough that she easily make out the puffy camel toe from near any angle. Anya didn’t have much money, the thought of buying a whole new wardrobe almost made her cry. She sucked in a breath and stepped outside deciding it couldn’t have been as bad as she imagined.
Anya was becoming accustomed to the stares. She was even starting to welcome the lingering eyes. The male students and faculty in particular seemed much more friendly. If they weren’t completely stupefied when she passed them, they’d smile at her, some of them offered her a wave.
Work was easier. People seemed less angry. No one yelled at her if their order was delayed, or if they didn’t have something the website said was in stock. Her workday was otherwise uneventful, but she did notice something that she found interesting. Daniel mostly kept to his department in the cafe since she rejected his date offer, but even from across the bookstore she noticed he seemed a bit taller. She rarely paid much to anyone’s soda preferences, but given her discovery this morning she had noticed he had a Sugar-free Mountain Dew in hand as stepped into the back office.
The evidence was hardly enough to accuse him of anything, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Daniel might know about what was happening to her. The thought swirled in her brain most of the night. She was determined not to sleep that night, curious if the magic couldn’t take effect she never fell asleep.
She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but she awoke laying on her stomach, her phone buzzing beneath her pillow. She wasn’t sure if dreamed or not, but it was morning. Anya dug up her phone, just in time to see she had missed a call from Cassie.
Her phone buzzed, and a little message box appeared: *Just making sure you’re getting up!* Cassie texted.
Anya tossed the phone atop her bedside table. She felt feverishly warm. Every inch of her flesh was alive with titillating electricity. There was fiery swirling pressure at the base of her spine. She pushed herself up in bed. Her sheets and several of her pillows were thrown all over the place. She had been restlessly in her sleep, so restlessly she felt it even now.
Stepping from her bed caused her massive glutes to jiggle and wobble, each motion felt like a jolt of lightning striking her core. She had never been so horny in her life. It felt as if she had been edging non-stop for days.
The neediness was so intense that it was hard to focus. The room was practically spinning. She flopped face down back into bed. Her jiggly ass cheeks sprung back against her hips and collided together with a wet muted sound. Even the gentle little tap sent a jolt through her core.
She perked up her head, the frizzled waves of varying brunette locks draped her eyes. She weakly reached between her thighs, but her weight was compressing the effort.
She sighed lustily and frustrated through her gritted teeth, blowing some tresses of hair from her face.
Anya loved how her plentiful booty cheeks wobbled and swayed even with the gentlest motions. She twisted around and craned her neck to see if her cheeks had expanded anymore, but it was impossible to tell from her angle. She experimentally wriggled her hips, her causing her deliciously thick ass cheeks to gently pat together. She bit her lower lip, steadily grinding her pussy against a lump sheets below her.
The clenching motions made her intriguingly aware of the twitching little sphincter buried between all that glorious ass meat.
She let out a pitiful moan. She swung her head back and bit down on a mouthful of bed sheets, wrestling with it like an excited dog. It was the first time she could remember feeling this frustratingly single. She wished she had a meaty cock to play with right next to her in bed. She felt her heart leap as she imagined waking up her faceless lover with a blow job. Her lips gently wrapped around the tip of his cock. Her wet mouth took in more and more of his shaft as it steadily grew thicker and harder between her lips. She spat out the bit of bed sheet and moaned.
She wriggled her hips, the bedsheets teasing her pussy as she swayed. He could bury his dick in her tight little asshole right now. The thought made her asshole begin to throb, eager to swallow this fictitious lover’s morning wood. She felt her pussy spasm and a sudden deluge of liquid heat poured out of her, soaking the bedsheets below her. She never craved anything like that before, but just the thought of getting her butt fucked was sending her careening towards the edge. She was suddenly taken with the idea.
She was feverishly hot. Her stomach was in knots. She pressed her toes into the mattress and wriggled, her massive ass bouncing from the effort.
She could spend the day in bed with her imaginary lover. His cock balls deep in her thick ass, waves of pleasure sweeping through her body he pounded her. The fantasy made her pant and squirm.
She excitedly reached back gripping one of her expansive cheeks and inched her fingers forward.
Even the anticipation felt indescribably good. There was a sweltering heat radiating between her cheeks. It was so hot it felt like steam on her knuckles. Her whole hand was nearly swallowed between her meaty ass cheeks by the time her pinky grazed her puckered little ring.
The moment was punctuated with a hungry growl from Anya’s lips.
The hole was graciously a little slick to the touch. She wiggled her finger a little deeper, encircling the delicate fleshy entrance to the previously unexplored depths.
Her heart was pounding. She pushed a little, bearing down on the small digit. The tip of her finger barely slid inside before her asshole began to twitch. She was close. She inched deeper and breath followed. Her thighs were starting to tremble. Half her pinky drove in and then out. Her asshole was incredibly tight, but nearly just as eager. She wriggled her pinky a little deeper, and the heavy knot in her stomach suddenly came loose. The little chasm sucked her pinky down to the knuckle and began twitching. She pulled her finger away and clenched, hard, causing her ass cheeks to slam together with a clap.
Anya snatched up the closest pillow and stuffed a bite of it into her mouth. She moaned, took a heavy breath, and moaned louder. The orgasm was there just at the edge, she tried to hold it back if only to tease herself a little more, but it was too late. Her pussy clenched hard then pressure began sputtering out in short bursts of pleasure. Her hips writhed, and she sang out into her pillow. Her pussy convulsed, and every other spam gushed more syrupy nectar into sheets. The relief was intense, but she wished she never pulled her finger away.
It was all over in a matter of seconds. Her orgasm dissipated quietly in little ripples. It was satisfying, but not nearly satisfying enough. She pulled away from her pillow feeling light-headed and a little dizzy. She brushed the silky brunette locks from her face and smoothed the frizzy stands down with her hands.
She needed to get fucked.
Was this her new baseline? Anya wondered. The shadowy watcher from her dreams must’ve changed her again. She couldn’t go to work like this, and it was way too late to call out.
Anya didn’t have very many friends from work, but she knew Whitney well enough. Whitney seemed to like her as well. She quickly retrieved her phone and sent Whitney a text, essentially begging for her to cover her shift. Whitney only took a few seconds to reply with a simple, *no problem, but you owe me* and a winky-face emoji. Anya thanked her and crawled out of bed to get dressed.
After digging through her closet for a few minutes she found a red and black Gingham mini dress. The dress used to look loose and frumpy. Curiosity bid her to at least try it on. It was easy enough to slip over her head and pull down to her to the top of her thighs, but the once roomy dress clung to her so tightly she practically looked shrink-wrapped. When viewed from the side her booty protruded out so far it almost looked as if she was wearing a bustle. It was especially tight around her hips and ass. So tight, she worried the back would split if she bent over. She quickly slipped her feet into her boots and went out the door.
The urges were creeping back to her loins. She wasn’t sure what Daniel knew, but she couldn’t shake the sense that he knew something. He had been avoiding her. He was changing too. Something was happening and she needed to find out what.
As she walked into the bookstore and she heard Whitney shout, “Anya!” the moment she cleared the front counter.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it in today?” Whitney asked.
“I know,” Anya whined, “I’m taking some new medication, that’s messing with my head,” Anya answered. It was a half-truth, something was messing with her head. Her thoughts were a little hazy, and even though she had an orgasm less than an hour ago a dull throb had encompassed her entire groin and lower stomach. The need was so persistent she was worried it would eventually drive her crazy.
Whitney was about 19. Ayna thought she may have been taking classes on campus, but she never seemed to turn down extra shifts. Still, it was possible she was taking a break. Anya always found Whitney cute, with her near-cherubic face, full cheeks, sharp jawline, and lips so plump they invoked Anya’s envy every time she saw her.
Whitney had a bronze complexion with a dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She always wore these gold vintage round frame glasses and a leather choker with a black pearl charm at its center. She kept her kinky dark brown hair pulled back in a high puffy ponytail. She had an artsy aesthetic, and even though Anya had only ever seen her in uniform, Anya had no trouble imagining her in a tank top and cutoff denim overalls. She just had a vibe.
Whitney was a little shorter than her with a curvier figure. While she was a little chubby, her breasts were easily DD cups if Anya could venture a guess. Her hips were broad, and her ass was probably the thickest, most bubbly booty Anya had ever seen. That was of course until Anya spouted her own more bubbly booty.
Whitney walked around the counter her arms raising to offer Anya a hug. She hadn’t seen her since Anya since before the dreams began.
Whitney’s eyes bulged open and her jaw went slack as finally caught a glimpse of Anya’s monumental booty cheeks, “ANYA!?”
Anya grinned, “Yes?”
“Anya your ass is HUGE!” Whitney gasped. “How did this happen? Oh my God, is it real?” Whitney reached out and pinched a meaty handful of Anya’s ass before she could even answer.
Anya chuckled awkwardly, as Whitney continued to squeeze and caress her butt in the middle of the bookstore, “It feels real…” Whitney announced astonished. “Is it the medication you’re on?” She asked meekly.
Whitney stepped in closer, her hand still experimentally squeezing Anya’s ass cheek. Anya bit her lip, to quiet a moan. More heat poured into her pussy. She had to squirm away before she ended up falling on Whitney’s lips.
“I don’t think it’s the meds…” Anya answered, “Some weird second puberty, I think…”
Whitney nodded, but her eyes were still focused on her ass, “that is like exxxtra thicc. I think you got me beat.”
Whitney sounded a little dispirited. Anya felt her breathing was going shallow, her pussy was practically humming. Whitney wasn’t wrong, but she wanted to take a moment to reassure her friend.
Anya’s thoughts were getting a little hazier by the second. “Pleeaseee,” she slurred, “I’d bury my face in your ass any day of the week…”
Whitney looked a little surprised, Anya had never spoken to her that way before, “Anya? Are you okay?”
Anya grinned, “You have a great butt,” Anya was almost positive she meant to say *day,* but she didn’t bother to correct herself and quickly turned away.
She made her way to the cafe, and thankfully she found Daniel behind the counter. His shoulders were a little more defined. His torso was a bit more tapered. His arms looked more powerful, but he still looked mostly like Daniel. She swallowed hard. He was part of this somehow, she could feel it.
“Daniel, can we talk for a minute?” Anya asked as she approached the counter.
Daniel knitted his brows, and then tilted his head away from her, “Reggie, could you cover the register?” He called out to the shorter man wiping down the espresso machines.
“Yeah,” Reggie replied flatly.
Reggie stepped up behind the counter and gave Anya a shy little wave.
Her eyes lingered on him. He was only a few inches taller than she was. They had met before but she hadn’t seen him. Not truly. He usually faded into the background of the bookstore like the shelves upon shelves of books she barely paid attention to.
She noticed him now. She assumed he had some South Asian ancestry. His dark skin. His dark, deep-set eyes. The shaggy dark hair that he swept to the left side of his face. His face was lean, and his chin was strong.
He was handsome, she decided.
Focusing was unreasonably difficult. Her ears felt like they were on fire. Her pussy was leaking so much that she worried she’d pass out from dehydration before she got back home.
She tried not to imagine his warm cock in her pale little hands. She tried not to think about how much she wanted to use his precum as lip gloss.
“What did you wanna talk about?” Daniel asked drawing her focus to the next object of her lust. Without even realizing it she was staring directly at Daniel’s crotch. A large sausage-shaped bulge swung to the side of black slacks beneath his pocket.
She felt her knees buckle and she had to grab the counter to keep from falling. A gush of warm fluid leaked down her thighs. Thankfully, Daniel didn’t seem to notice when he grabbed her wrists to steady her.
“Geez, Anya are you alright?”
Anya smiled sheepishly, “Sooo, right…” she answered, her pussy was convulsing hard, and her knees were trembling. Daniel guided her to one of the cafe tables and helped her into a chair.
She sat down gingerly, only half-remembering her bubbly backside was raring to explode through the back of her dress if she moved too suddenly.
She swore she could smell the virility oozing off him, and she almost swooned. The neediness in her was deepening. She could feel it in her heartbeat. Fuck me. It thumped.
It was nearly impossible to wipe the grin off her face. Even though Daniel was smiling, she could tell he was confused. She reached across the table and clasped her hand around his fingers.
*Strong hands…* she realized.
“You’re sweet,” Anya whispered.
“Thanks, Anya, but what is this about.”
Anya cleared her throat and nodded, she willed herself to focus, “Something is happening to me, and think it’s happening to you too.”
“Yeah, I’ve been eating healthier and you know… taking care of myself,” Daniel answered, “it looks like you’ve been eating pretty healthy too.”
Anya exhaled sharply through her nose, and shook her head, “don’t be coy… Something is going on with us… physically… it’s weird… and I have a feeling you know what it’s about.”
Daniel furrowed his brows, “Are you saying you’re attracted to me?”
Anya giggled girlishly, “Of course… you’re like really hot… but no…” She sighed thinking hard about what she wanted to say. The phrase *I want to have your babies* kept popping into her head, but she knew that wasn’t it.
“Anya?”
Anya groaned, “So, I can’t think right now, but something is happening to us… I’m not crazy!” Anya insisted, “Physically, you’ve changed. We’ve changed—over the past few days… You and I both look physically different— We’ve both changed like a lot.” she was speaking in circles, but she didn’t care.
Daniel only nodded, “So?”
“It’s weird, abrupt changes,” she insisted, “Something weird is happening to us.”
Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, and groaned, “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Anya’s voice dropped to whisper, “Daniel, my ass is huge, stop pretending you haven’t noticed… it’s not nice… but also other weird shit is going on with my body. Like, I swear my pussy tastes like—Mountain Dew… the fucking Soda… what the fuck!?”
Daniel’s eyes widen as if he had only just realized something. “Holy fuck…” He whispered.
“Yeah!? You DO know something, don’t you?!”
His mouth hung open, “I don’t know… something went wrong…” Daniel murmured.
“What? It’s you… you’re doing this aren’t you?” Anya could feel a quiet rage building inside her. Anger seemed to be the one thing that could clear her head.
“N—No…” Daniel stammered, “I—I just…”
“You’re going to fix me!” Anya shouted.
“Anya… Please keep your voice down.”
“No! You’re going to fix this!” she shouted again, “Oh boo-woo… you fucking sad-boi. None of the freaking e-girls I daydream about will give me the time of day… I’m so sad…” She whined using her best whiny-Daniel impression. “Nobody likes you… so you took it out on me?!”
“Anya… I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Daniel shouted, “…but if I did, would it really be wise to piss me off—hmm? What if tomorrow you wake up a vapid ditz, that can barely count to five?” Daniel whispered angrily.
Anya recoiled away from him, the chair legs screeching against the floor she pushed herself back.
“What is wrong with you?” Anya whimpered.
A flash of shame swept across his face and he hung his head over the table, “Anya… I swear…”
“You’re a monster…” Anya said flatly.
She left the bookstore in a huff.
*It’s Daniel. Daniel is somehow doing all this stuff to me.* She texted Cassie.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uwxv4e/perhaps_its_a_curse_part_2_fslow