Touch from the Pharaohs

Touch from the Pharaohs

Published by Zion_chubby14 · 2010-07-08T17:47:58+0000

I was cursed by a man whom I trusted. A man who was one of my best friends. I never thought he would do me this terrible injustice to the human race. I never thought he would turn me into such a monster.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I'm only joking about the monster part. Yeah, I am cursed. But I don't really consider it a curse. Only the people I dated over the years considered me a monster and a terrible injustice to the human race. I kid you not. Those were the exact words that my last boyfriend said as he left the room.
What is my curse? I make people fat. I know, you're shocked. But I make people fat through touch. Call it a Fat Midas Touch. It isn't an instant monstrous gain. It’s very gradually, like one or two pounds for every minute I touch the person. That means if I fall asleep with someone in my arms at night, they could be 500 pounds heavier by morning.
Yeah, it is very unlikely that a normal human being could be cursed like this, but it actually happened. Let me share this story with you.
I was just your normal everyday boy in a pleasant suburban city, with normal average people with normal average lives. I grew up with my mom, who was always out, trying to make it big in the music world. When times were tough, she didn't drown her sorrows in alcohol. She was actually quite mellow and optimistic, never letting anything bum her out.
I had two brothers, who were always picking on me, the youngest. But that is normal. The oldest, Garrett, was the star quarterback for our high school. He went to college for Economics, graduated, moved to New York and married a nice girl. I remember the time when we were hitting golf balls at the park one time, and he hit one from like 200 yards away and it hit me in the chest. I got the wind knocked out of me.
The next oldest, or the middle child, Ozzy, was the sort of a rebel in our family. He was really into Goth stuff and always acting out. He ran away when he turned 16 and we hear from him from time to time. Last I heard, he was living in this commune in Australia and had like 10 children from at least 3 different women. I sort of wished that he would change his ways and come home.
And I wasn't that great. In elementary school, I was bullied by the tougher kids all the time. I tried to toughen up by attacking the ringleader after school, but I ended up in the hospital with a few broken ribs and a separated shoulder. By middle school, I was sort of an outcast, never really fitting in anywhere. I was socially awkward. I want to say it was around this time that I discovered that I was gay, but I know that was a lie. That didn't happen until high school.
Then I was shy, but adaptable, breaking out of the awkward outcast shell that I was in through high school. I was starting to get friends, albeit they were girls. I dated some of them, thinking they were the right fit for me, but only ended up just as awkward as middle school.
So I started to think about the guys in my class. Some of them were really cute, but the one I had a crush on was Thomas "Tommy" Nichols. Ah, he was a major hottie. Just oozing with manliness. His soft brown hair, his strong muscley arms, and his swollen stomach. Yeah, I had a crush on a fat boy.
Tommy was a jock, linebacker for our high school. But he was also a great artist, receiving awards for his paintings in art shows across the county. He fit in everywhere, in every clique. Jock, preppy, nerd, Goth, outcast, and socially awkward. He was just awesome. We became friends and hung out more when the both of us could.
The sad part of this is, he was straight. He dated women almost every month, never really settling down with anyone. I asked him one time why he couldn't commit to a relationship. His response was that he never saw the need to choose a girl and stay with her for the rest of his life. I told him that he never really had the heart for commitment. He jokingly shoved me away, calling me a silly homo. I didn't mind the names, considering that he knew that I was gay.
After our senior year in high school, Tommy and I went to Africa for a two-month tour of the continent, visiting Cameroon, Uganda, Congo, and many other countries, with our final stop in Egypt. There, we received a tour of some of the old ruins of the pharaohs. It was really cool to see all the hieroglyphs and artifacts that the ancient Egyptians had way back then.
During our trip in Egypt, Tommy had bought a small vase from a small stand near our hotel. He had told me that the dealer told him it was a rare jar that the people who mummified the dead used to house the organs for the afterlife. I thought it looked creepy, telling him that he should keep it in his bag.
Later that night, as we were having a little party before returning home, I noticed that Tommy was acting strangely. His demeanor was more quiet than normal, along with his overall behavior, as he was more silent and shy the whole time. I asked him what was up, and he had told me nothing, just looked at me eerily. I brushed it off as a joke and continued to party.
After hours of partying, I went to bed, while Tommy decided to stay up a bit longer. He was still acting different but I didn't do anything about it. I undressed and lay down for a long sleep before our plane trip back.
During my sleep, I began to dream of freaky things. I dreamed that I was lying on some sort of altar-thingie surrounded by a lot of cloaked figures. I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but it was a low chanting. Then, this figure arose from the background and spoke in a language I didn't know. He raised his hands and placed them on my chest. I was scared out of my mind at this point, which seems kind of redundant, considering I was dreaming at the moment.
Suddenly, the figure spoke loudly in English, "Everything you touch shall feel this curse lay upon you from this day forth, for you have desecrated my life after I am deceased!" I could see his hands blazing with fire as he slammed his fists towards my chest.
I woke up in a flash, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I looked over to see if Tommy had fallen asleep, but his bed was empty. I threw on some sweat pants and stepped out of our room to go look for him. I finally found him near the pool, sleeping in a lounge chair.
"Tommy. Tommy! Wake up, dude!" I yelled as I shook him.
"Huh? How did I get out here? Dude, what time is it?" He was sound asleep as he was wrapped up in his bed sheets on the chair.
"It’s really late, Tommy. What are you doing out here?"
"I don't know, man. I must've been really hammered."
"C'mon, dude. Let's get you to bed before the hotel manager kicks us out." I lead him back to our room and back to bed. I wasn't going to tell him my dream tonight.
The next morning, we rushed to the airport for our plane back. As we waited for our plane to trolley up to the gate, I started to tell him about my dream.
"Dude, it is just a dream. Why would anyone want to curse you? You are the awesomest dude I know."
"I know, Tommy, but it weirded me out. I woke up in sweat and I was out of breath. It was freaky."
"Colin, listen to me. You are not cursed. There are no such things as curses."
I felt better when he told me that. And just in time, too, because our plane just arrived. We flew back home and waited for our first day in college. I was still weirded out by that dream, but I didn't let it stop me. I moved out of my mom's house and into my own apartment close to campus. I even found myself a nice boyfriend. Everything was going good.
Until one night, when my boyfriend, Alex, and I were snuggling on the couch while watching a movie, I noticed that his flat stomach had a bit of softness to it that wasn't there before.
"Hey, hon? Have you been gaining weight?"
"No, why?" He reached down and felt his belly. "What is this? This wasn't here before." He got up from the couch in a fit of rage.
"I don't know, babe. I think it looks good on you."
"Really?"
"Really. Now come on and let's finish this movie."
He sat back down in my arms and we finished the movie. When he got up to get us drinks, I noticed that he looked heavier than before. I figured it was the bloat from the popcorn and water. I left it alone and continued with my night. We watched another movie and fell asleep together on the couch, with Alex in my arms.
When morning came around, I woke up to quite a sight. Alex had blown up to a huge fat man. He had to have weighed around 400 pounds. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was I dreaming?
As I stood above him in shock, I started to get really turned on by this morbidly obese man right in front of me. It was like one of my fantasies coming true. I looked over him thinking of the things I could do to him. I started to jerk off as I brushed up against him.
He started to stir as I was masturbating to the sinful thoughts. I was afraid that Alex was going to wake up before I finished. I had to hurry. But it was too late.
"Hey, babe. Whatcha doing, Mr. Happy? Hehehe."
I huffed and puffed as I tried to play it cool. "Hey, you sleep well?"
"Man, I feel like I slept for days." He spread his arms out and stretched.
Then he started to rub his monstrous belly. His face went from delight to panic. Alex looked down and saw the exact thing that I saw when I woke up.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?"
"Calm down. You might hurt yourself."
"What the Hell happened to me?!?"
I didn't know what to tell him. The more he moved around in a frenzy, the more turned on I was. My mind was racing about with him panicking.
"Don't know what happened to you, but let me get you some clothes so you can at least get dressed."
I left to go to the closest big and tall store and picked up some 3XL sweats that might fit him until he was able to figure out what happened. I returned home to see him in front of the fridge, devouring everything inside of it. He must've been eating ever since I left. His gut was bigger than before I left. I was really turned on now.
"Hey, Alex. Got you some clothes."
Alex grabbed the clothes out of my hands and hurried into the bathroom. I waited until he came out in a dark blue sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. He sat down next to me on the couch and started to cry.
"How did this happen to me?"
"I don't know, babe. Maybe you were allergic to the popcorn we had last night."
"No, I have no allergies."
"I don't know, babe."
"I'm going to head home for a while until I figure this out. I'll call you later, ok?"
"Sure."
Alex left and I sat there shocked by what had transpired. How could something like that happen? It wasn't even possible. I went to shower and nap before I left for my first class of the day.
While I slept, I had another weird dream. This time, I was seated in front the figure from before.
"Who are you?" He looked at me with confusion before speaking to a hooded figure next to him. The hooded figure looked at me and cleared his throat.
"I am Pharaoh Fati I. I ruled my kingdom with peace and food. We flourished and prospered with glorious amounts of food everywhere. Be the time of my death, my people suffered from a long drought and famine, nearly wiping out my kingdom."
"Why am I cursed then?"
"You were cursed for insulting my name. As prosperous as I was, my afterlife was affected by time itself. My tomb was ravaged by thieves, not heeding any warnings that might lie in it."
"I never stole anything from your tomb."
"You hold in your possession a canopic jar that housed my loving heart."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"When you want to speak the truth, we will speak again."
I woke up and was covered in sweat. What was going on?
The next few days were lonely. Alex hadn't called me and I was getting worried about him. I went over to his place to see if he was home.
When I arrived, his place was really messy. The floors were covered in food wrappers and cardboard boxes. It led to the bedroom where I saw a sexy sight. Alex was lying in bed, but it might as well have been nothing. He had grown to immense sizes as he slept. He must’ve been eating ever since that day he left my place. He looked at least 200 pounds heavier.
I was turned on by his size, but was scared of what was going on. I ran out of there and decided never to come back. He hired an attorney a few days later and tried to sue me for fatten him up without his consent, with him calling me a monster and an injustice to the human race. The case was thrown out due to insufficient evidence. The last I heard from him was a letter he had sent me, saying that whatever happened to him, it wasn't my fault after all.
I started to wonder what was going on with me. But then, I started to remember that one dream. A jar? Tommy was the one who bought that jar. I called him up and asked him about that jar.
"Colin, I gave you that jar. The night when we partied and you woke me up at the pool, remember?"
"You never gave me that jar."
"Sure, I did. You were really drunk and asked me to give you that jar for your mom. I gave it to you after I dared you to suck my dick."
"I don't remember that at all."
"Dude, I don't want to remember, but I do. It wasn't weird, but let's just say I laying off booze for a while."
"You are sure you gave me the jar?"
"Positive."
I finished talking to Tommy before searching through my apartment. I searched for hours before finding it in the back of my closet. I was scared because I knew that the Pharaoh would be back in my dreams.
Sure enough, later that night, I dreamed I was in front the Pharaoh as we conversed again.
"I see you found my jar."
"I wasn't aware I had it."
"That is understandable, but unacceptable. You are tarnishing my possession by disregarding this jar."
"So, by not caring for this jar and having it in my possession, I am being cursed by you."
"That is correct."
"So what happens with this curse?"
"As I stated before, everyone you touch will suffer from this curse."
"I know that, but how are they affected."
"Everyone that you touch will enjoy the power of food and will gain through touch. Even after you are out of contact with them, they will suffer by stuffing themselves until the affect wears off in two weeks."
"You are joking?"
"I assure you, I'm not joking. You are cursed to fatten the world you live in."
"I thank you."
"Excuse me?"
"I wanted to fatten up people. It is one of my wishes. *Gasp* Oh, my God. That is what happened to Alex."
"Yes, Alex was unfortunate. I saw how much you loved him."
"It is okay. I found out that he wasn't really serious with me and was cheating with another man. Besides, now that I have this gift, I-"
"Gift?"
"Yes. You may call this a curse, but I consider it a gift. I always wanted to fatten people up. How does it work, for future uses?"
"I am not sure I understand, but here are the rules with this curse. Rule one: You can only fatten through touch. Rule two: You can fatten yourself as well as others, but your gain will slower and not as effective. Rule three: The amount each person gains with be one pound per minute per touch. That means that if you leave your hands on a person for an hour, they will gain 60 pounds. They will also feel hungrier afterwards, making them stay fatter."
"I see. So, are there any limits to the gaining?"
"None that should be discussed at this time. By the way, your telephone is ringing."
I woke up to my cell phone blaring in my ear. I looked to see who it was. It was Tommy. Wondered what he wanted.
"Hey, Tommy. What's up, man?"
"Hey, man. Were you asleep?"
"It's cool. I was just napping before class."
"Cool, man. Hey, did you ever find that jar-thing that you asked about?"
"Yeah, I found it. It was buried in my closet."
"Cool. What did you need it for anyway?"
"Remember when I told you about that dream I had about someone putting a curse on me?"
"Yeah, but dude, it was only a dream."
"I'm not so sure it was. You know my last boyfriend, Alex."
"Yeah, I thought he was the one for you."
"Me too, but there was something that happened that caused a ripple in our relationship."
"Like what?"
"I don't want to talk about it over the phone. Do you mind coming over tonight?"
"Sure, dude. I'll be right over."
I didn't expect him over so soon, but he showed up at my apartment an hour later. I wasn't sure how to word what I wanted to say. But somehow, I knew that however I say it, it will be cool with Tommy. He took of his coat and sat on the couch. I tossed him a beer and I sat down in my chair.
"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."
With that I never heard from the pharaoh again.
I woke up to see that Tommy had grown huge. His tits were like fluffy pillows that I wanted to buried my head in. His legs and thighs were like tree trunks, solid and round. He had an ass that I wanted to fuck so badly, but I showed restraint as I looked him over some more. I looked at his face and it was twice as fat as it was before. His cheeks were puffy, with the slightest hint of a dimple. His neck was nearly hidden in his fully grown double chin. If anything, he was starting to grow into a triple chin.
But what I loved to most on him was his gut, as it was tripled, if not quadrupled in size from before. It was soft and jiggly, but still firm as it hung off of him. I started rubbing it as he slept, to get the feel of it running through my fingers. I loved the sensation of me rubbing Tommy's gut now more than ever.
"Having fun?" I looked over and saw that he was wide awake.
"You look gorgeous."
"Am I done growing?"
"See for yourself."
"I will, but first, I would like you to get me the tape measure and the duct tape."
"Sure, but why the duct tape?"
"You'll see."
I went to fetch a long enough tape measure. I had a hint why he wanted the duct tape, but I played it cool. I returned to see him standing in front of my mirror, admiring his new body.
"Having fun?" I said jokingly.
"Shut up. Did you get the tapes?"
"Yeah, here. Let me measure your gut."
I went around his waist as much as the tape measure would go. I finally got around his massive belly, after some complications (i.e. me smacking his ass just to see it jiggle).
"So what's the final number?" he asked in anticipation.
"88 inches."
"Damn, this thing is huge." He grabbed his gut and jiggled it right in front of my face.
"So did you want me to hold still while you tied me up?"
"Hehe, was I that obvious?"
"Hehe, just a bit."
I held still while he started to unravel the piece of tape. He took me hand and placed them on my stomach. Then he took the tape and wrapped me up tight so my hands wouldn't budge from my stomach.
"For the next 6 hours, you will be held here until the tape around you busts. If, at 6 hours, the tape hasn't busted yet, you stay until it does."
"So if I gain enough to burst from the tape, what will I get?"
"A chance to get me."
"Awesome. If you want, you can take my card and some extra sweats that I have and get you and me a whole wardrobe."
"Cool. Anything in particular that you want?"
"Anything that will accommodate two growing bodies."
He laughed as he left to clothes shop. I wanted to feel as comfortable as the change happened. I knew that Tommy wanted me to be just as big as he was for when we have some fun.
After ten minutes, I could see a slight change in my stomach size. It was puffing out more, but was still small compared to Tommy's monstrous gut. My tits were becoming small bean bags hanging off my chest. I couldn't feel the rest of my body, due to my hands taped nice and tight.
I started to get sweaty for some reason. I went to see the thermostat and see what it was set on. I looked at it, and it read 88 degrees. I smirked as Tommy must've turned the heat up. He probably set it high to make me sweat and loosen the tape as I grew. Tricky bastard. God, I love him.
At forty five minutes in, I noticed a better change than before. My tits were bigger than they were, more like a woman's breasts than men's tight pecs. I could feel my face getting heavier with each passing minute. My legs were heavier. My stomach had blown out considerably as the time went on. I almost looked like I was a good six to seven months pregnant. I was so turned on by what was happening.
I was getting tired from the heat and the waiting, but I just relaxed on the couch and flipped on the television. You know, having your hands tied up makes you appreciate your hands and what it means to have them. But it also made me teach myself the use my feet in use of my hands. As I watched daytime TV, I started to nod off to sleep listen to the bitches from The View.
I heard the door shut, which startled me awake from my nap. I looked around and Tommy was in the kitchen taking care of groceries that he had picked up. As I maneuvered around to sit up, I noticed that Tommy had gotten a bit bigger than before. Must've been eating.
"Hey, Colin. I see you are awake. Hope I didn't wake you up."
"Not at all. I was just resting my eyes. What time is it?"
"2:30 in the afternoon. I got back at 1 p.m. and you were sound asleep."
"I was asleep for three hours?" I looked down and I was amazed by how much my body had changed. I had huge tits, just like Tommy's, but more rounded than his. My legs were wide and solid, making me look larger. My ass had to be huge, considering that I hadn't moved from the couch. But I was more in love with the size of my gut. I had a good six inches of belly hanging off in front, like an apron. I had a fat guy apron. It was soft and mushy and I was playing with it as I was tied up.
"Seems like you enjoy your new body."
"I do, don't you?"
"Yeah, I love mine. And I am dying to feel your body."
"Me too."
He smiled and went back into taking care of the groceries he picked up.
"Is it just me, or do you look bigger?"
"Well, when I got the clothes, I started to get hungry. So I went to a fast food place and I...got carried away. You may need to take care of your credit card."
"Hehehe, I'll take care of it. How much time do I have left?"
"Hmm, I say an hour and a half. But the tape's about to rip apart."
I walked over to him and gave him a good kiss on the lips. While he was apprehensive at first, he was warming up to kissing me, even adding a bit of tongue in there.
"You're a fast learner."
"I learn from the best."
"Hehe. And don't worry about the tape. I think that I would be plenty big enough."
I leaned in for a hug and he hugged me for a while.
"Why don't you sit back on the couch while I make some lunch for the both of us?"
"Yum. Better make enough."
I sat on the couch again and watch boring courtroom shows until it was 4 pm. By that time, the tape had ripped off my body and my hands were free to rest. I had to move my arms to get the feeling back to my hands.
I stood up and went to the mirror to see what I had become. I was in awe at the sheer size that I had become. I love the new me and all it came with. I saw Tommy coming in from behind, naked, and tried to wrap his arms around me.
"You look incredible."
"You do, too."
"I'm ready to have some fun."
"What about lunch?"
"Not to worry. I ate some and ordered Chinese to be delivered at 7."
"Hehe, cool."
We locked lips once again and we embraced each other. As we lead ourselves to the bed, we started to feel each other up, feeling our tits, bellies, asses, everything. We were just exploring every inch of flabby fat we had on each other.
When we hit the bed, I was on bottom and Tommy was right over me, straddling me while we continued to make out. We were in love and loving every second of it. He had reached down and removed the last traces of the underwear I was wearing.
"I know I'm new to this, but I want to fuck you so bad."
"There are condoms and lube in the top drawer of my nightstand."
He reached over and grabbed the condoms and the lube. He had quickly thrown on a condom and started to lube up my now giant ass. I wanted this for the longest time. He teased my asshole with the tip of his hard fat dick. I was ready to cum right then and there, but I wanted this to last.
Slowly, Tommy had inserted his dick deeper and deeper into my ass, slowly bringing me to climax, even before any actions had happened. Once his dick was fully inserted, I nearly went crazy. He got his body situated, putting the bulk of his belly right on top of my prick, as he slowly went in and out of my butt. He went on fucking me for a good twenty minutes before he had exploded right in my ass. I had cummed at least three times before he came inside me.
When we gathered our breaths, it was my turn to dominate on him. I took the lube and started really rubbing it his butthole. I put on my condom and just drove my dick into his virgin ass. He squealed a bit before relaxing, as I went and continued to fuck him. It was like heaven, finally fucking my crush and best friend. And I could see that he was enjoying it too, smiling and showing waves of pleasure and euphoria.
By the time I came, he was near the point of exhaustion. We decided to rest before the food came. I went to take a good shower while he remained on the bed, trying to regain the energy we had used in the "enjoyment."
The rest of the night was amazing. We both had a great meal, feeding each other with tons of fried rice and lo Mein. We watched a movie with me in his arms, for safety (Hehehe), and went back to the bedroom and had some more fun.
We decided after that day to move in with each other, but into a bigger place to fit both him and me safely. Both of our parents were happy that we finally decided to become a couple. They were a tad upset that we had blown up to obese proportions. But we didn’t care. We were in love and finally happy with our lives.
After a few months of living in our new place, I noticed that we never really thanked the one person who gave us the new lives that we now had. We built a small shrine and place the jar in the middle. I prayed for his soul to find peace wherever it was in the afterlife.
After that, I had one more dream of him, but this time, I was with Tommy.
"I see that you finally gave me a proper thank you."
"Sorry about that. We were just enjoying what had happened to us."
"I am just glad that you two gave me a proper send-off to the great beyond. I remove the curse given to you, Colin. Now, go and live your life to the fullest."
"Thank you, Pharaoh Fati. We will never forget you."
That morning, we woke up and embraced the new lives given to us and the blessing we had received.
After a year of living together, we decided to finally make it official and get married. We had a small ceremony for friends and family to celebrate our union. We had just gotten back from our honeymoon when we decided to adopt a child.
Well, to make this story short, we are the proud adopted parents of a beautiful baby girl and boy, both of whom came from Egypt. We were happy to see our lives come full circle. We were happy to finally become a family.
I noticed over the time that this whole thing started with a touch. A touch from my hand started a chain of events that made me go from a loner outcast, to a proud parent with the man of my dreams. And I wouldn't change it for anyone in the world.


When I wrote this story, I started to think of the way my life could change, just by making contact. One touch is all it takes for anyone to listen. So for those who are still out there, looking for that one person to be with, whether you are gay, straight, or bisexual, just making contact is all it takes. For who knows if you find that special person with that one touch.
I thank you readers for taking the opportunity to read this and I hope you enjoyed it.