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Touch from the Pharaohs Part 2
"So what did you want to tell me?" Tommy asked as his removed his lips from his beer. "I don't know how to word this for you," I said as I was fumbling with my fingers. "Dude, relax. Whatever it is, it's okay with me. You're just the coolest dude I know." He reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. A little stiffy arose from within my loins. "Okay, here it goes. You know that jar that you had given to me?" "Yeah, I still remember the whole night, even though we were really hammered." "Yeah, and that dream I told you about afterwards?" "That was only a dream. There are no such things as curses." "I wouldn't be too sure about that." "What do you mean?" "Well, one night, when I was with Alex, we were snuggling on the couch and we were watching a movie. After the movie, he had gotten up and I noticed his stomach was puffed out more than normal. I wasn't sure if it was the popcorn he ate or the drinks we had. I brushed it off and we fell asleep on the couch, with him in my arms. "That morning, I woke up to use the bathroom, and when I came back, Alex had really gotten fat. Like 400 pounds fat. I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a joke until he woke up. He was shocked like I was. I left to get him some clothes since nothing he had was able to fit him. When I came back, he was sitting in front of my fridge, stuffing his face. I asked him if anything he had digested anything that would give him an allergic reaction. He said no." "So, wait, are you telling me that you had something to do with that?" "Well, sort of. I would like to make sure. I don't want know if it was a fluke like last time," I told him, knowing that it wasn't a fluke. "Make sure how? Try it on me?" "If you want to." "I don't know dude. What if it wasn't a fluke?" "If it wasn't, then you would get fat." "And the positive?" "You always wanted to be a fat, lazy slacker partying all the time." "Yeah, but on my own, not with anyone helping me." "If you don't like it afterwards, you can always lose it." He hesitated a bit, knowing that whatever he did would be a big decision. I was horny thinking about how much hotter my best friend would be as an obese man. "Okay." He was unsure of himself. I could tell in his voice. "Okay what?" "Okay, you can try it out on me." "You sure?" "Just do it before I change my mind." "Well, I don't know if it'll even work. Why don't I call for pizza and try it from there?" "Alright. I'll go make a beer run and we'll have ourselves a little party." So, he left for the store while I dialed a nearby pizza place. I knew that he would be hungry after I was done with him, so I ordered at least five large, fully-loaded pizzas. I couldn't wait to see how much he would allow me to make him. But what if he doesn't go through with it? What he doesn't believe me after I do this to him? He came back with tons of beer. Tommy still looked unsure about this, as I could tell by the look in his face. He put the beer in the fridge and walked over to me. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to see what might happen first." "I thought I was the guinea pig here." "Well, I could tell that you weren't exactly okay with this yet. So I want to try on me first." "You sure? I mean, I know you care about your looks." "I want you to be okay with this, no matter what happens." Again, he hesitated. "Okay." He sat down on the couch again while I took off my shirt. I placed my cursed hands on my chest and held them there. "I want you to time me for 30 minutes. If you want, you can take my camera and tape this, to document that it actually happens, if it does happen." "Alright." Tommy got my camera from my room (don't ask) and set it up on the tripod and had it pointed at me. "I'm starting the time now." By that point, I had my hands on me for three minutes. I couldn't see much of a change, but I knew there would be. "Why don't you grab yourself a beer? This could take a while. And the pizza won't be here for another twenty minutes." Tommy got up again, grabbed a six-pack of beer and sat back down, staring me standing there. His eyes never left my body. I was aroused by him staring at me like he was. I always fantasized him loving me as he would any woman. Ten minutes had passed on Tommy's clock. I looked down, and I saw that my stomach had pushed out a tiny bit. I don't think Tommy had seen this, but I know I did. But I also knew that my gain would take more than 30 minutes for decent results to show. "Are you sure it is even working?" I knew that I would have to prove to him that it was real. But the only way to prove to him it was would be to have him feel me. "I know this might sound weird, but why don't you come feel for yourself?" I knew he wasn't keen on the idea, but he did get up and walk over to me. We looked each in the eye, and he placed his hands on my stomach and felt the new fat that wasn't there before. "Holy shit. It's real." "Of course it’s real." "But I can't believe it. How did this even happen?" "I was cursed." "By who?" "An old pharaoh who enjoyed being fat." "Whoa. That is messed up." "I know. Why do you think I was freaked out by that dream?" "This is awesome. I love the feel of it." We both went silent after he said that. "Did you just say that you love the feel of my new fat?" "No...I mean...not exactly...I mean..Oh, man." Tommy looked embarrassed. His face was bright red and he jerked his hands away from me in a flash. My hands were still on my chest as he shimmied away. "You like that way I look now, Tommy?" "I have to use the bathroom,” he said as he rushed out of the room. I walked over the bathroom door that he shut and knocked gently. "Dude, not now." "Tommy, I never knew you liked how I looked." "Don't read too much into it, because it’s nothing, alright?" "Tommy, if I may, I like the way you look, too." There was a long silence. I couldn't tell if he was crying or thinking things over in his head. Finally, the door opened and Tommy looked me in the eyes. "You like how I look?" I smiled. "Of course I do. Ever since I met you in high school I always liked how you looked." "You did?" "Yes. I always knew you were straight, so I never made any advances towards you. But I always liked you." "But I was fat. I still am fat." "I love it. Your gut is the best thing on you, apart for your cute face." "You really think so?" "Yes." We stared at each other for the longest time. Then, all of a sudden, we both heard a knocking at the door. "Pizza must be here. Let me go get it and you settle down on the couch, okay?" "Cool." He smiled at me and hugged me. Not like a friend hug, this was a hug that meant our friendship was beginning to develop into something more. I put my shirt back on, which I had a bit of trouble. It was snug on me, which made me smile. I walked to the door, paid the pizza guy, and brought the pizza to the living room. I placed it down in front of Tommy, who was shirtless. I nearly stopped and dropped the pizza when I saw this, but kept my composure until he was ready. I went to grab some more beer from the fridge, locked the front door and went back to my chubby friend. We started attacking the pizza. He nearly devoured half by the time I started on my second. We took a few swigs of beer before I looked at him. "So, did you want me to make you bigger?" "Not yet. I want to fall asleep with you to get huge." "You sure? I mean, you might become just like Alex, becoming an uncontrollable eating machine." "Doesn't matter. I know now that as long as we remain close, nothing can harm us." I almost teared up when he said that. I gave him a small kiss on the cheek and hugged him. "I have to get used to this whole gay thing though." "Why? You seemed used to it when I sucked your dick." "Ha ha." We finished as much of the pizza as we could and went to bed, with him in my arms. Later that night, I had another dream with the Pharaoh. "I see you have found someone to share your 'gift' with." "Yeah, turns out my best friend is becoming my boyfriend." "That is good to hear." "Yes. I remember last time we would discuss some limits to the gaining." "I was going to say that be cautious with the gaining. It can lead to disaster when applied too much. It is how many of my people died in my kingdom." "I will be careful." "So this is good-bye, Colin." "Good-bye?" "Yes. I can see that you don't need me to help you anymore." "I guess so." "Take care of yourself, alright?" "I will. Enjoy the afterlife, Pharaoh Fati." Source: http://www.bigguts.com/forum/showthread.php?t=4139 | |
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