I'm the youngest of three daughters living with our mom. Our mom is tall curvy and very busty and we're all pretty short and skinny. Shes constantly hogging mens attention from us and teasing us about our small bodies, pretending shes jealous. I cast a spell on her to make her hugely fat and incredibly stupid while us daughters get her nice curves. It worked at first but I think I messed up. My oldest sister is starting to get fat and dumb and I think its starting to spread to my middle sis...
“What the fuck’s happenin’?,” your oldest sister moans, cradling her growing gut and trying to vain not to rip her pants.
“I..I don’t know what you mean,” you say, blushing a little. It’d be an obvious lie even to a blind person, and you hope that your trembling voice doesn’t reveal the truth–that this is your fault.
“Uhhhh, don’t lie to me n’ stuff!”, she yells.“I’m gettin’ really fat and I don’t think good no more!” She winces, as if she knows something she said was poor English, but can’t figure out why. “Look at this!” She grabs her flabby belly, stretches it out, and lets go. The fat smacks around and makes her entire bloated frame wobble. “I’m ‘posed to be hot or whatever, and now I’m a hog,” she whines.“I’m turnin’ into MOM!”
“Shut up, tubby,” your mom yells from the next room. She’s grunting and wheezing loudly, and all of you know it’s because she’s trying in vain to reach her pussy. “I’m gonna figure out what happened to me, and then you’re gonna be….uhhhhh….uhhh, sorry or whatever.” You hear what sounds like a chip bag opening, and then several more. “I wish I was as SMALL and TINY as–”
“Oh God, Mom, STOP IT!”, your middle sister shouts. She’s been holding her head for the past few minutes, wincing like she’s in pain. “Don’t you get it, or are you too fucking dumb now? We’re not gonna be small and tiny anymore! Whatever’s happening to us is contag–contag…con…oh no!” Her belly bloats, forming a wide muffin top. Her cheeks already look chubbier. “I can’t think of the word! I can’t be a dumb fatty!”, she screams as her boobs sag and her shirt rides up.
“I’m…I’m so sorry,” you whisper–and then you giggle. Everyone looks so funny like this. “I’m…gonna…try to…reverse it?”,you say softly, but that seems even funnier and your head begins to throb.
“What? YOU did this?”, your middle sister yells. Her poor bra is in tatters.
“Who uhhhhhhh did what?”, your oldest sister moans as the couch creaks loudly under her mammoth body. “Slow the fuck down.”
“What’s goin’ on in there?”, your mom hollers. Crunching and more crunching follow.
You try to explain, but it’s like trying to think through maple syrup. You struggle for words while your ass pushes your pants to their limit.
