Browsing the endless oddities, James found an intriguing ring. Sitting on a tarnished platter was a simple greyish blue band of metal with little notches spaced evenly across its surface. A small paper tag attached to it with a simple string priced it at a measly $5. Curious and oddly drawn to it, James gingerly slipped the ring on his finger.
It fit almost perfectly and, oddly enough, felt almost warm to the touch now that it was on. It was comfortable. That alone was enough to justify the $5 price tag for James but he was definitely sold when it spoke into his mind. Well, spoke was a little inaccurate; impressed upon his mind was more accurate.
Information about the ring’s nature and power filled his mind with such confidence he hardly considered the possibility that it was his imagination. The ring was a magical tool created by a mischievous spirit of a long forgotten age. The spirit was one of mischief and chaos that delighted in mortals using its powers as they saw fit and wasn’t above influencing them itself. The spirit itself was one of odd combinations, a being of lust, fertility, gluttony, and sloth.While wearing the ring a human could use it’s magic to alter and influence the minds and bodies of those around them in numerous ways, mostly in alignment with one or more of the spirit’s natures.
James learned all of this in a blink of the eye, the knowledge present in his mind as if he studied it extensively. Astounded and intrigued, James couldn’t believe his luck! For a guy like him this was gold mine, a dream come true! With the ring still on his finger, navigated through the labyrinthine aisles to the counter where a pretty young woman was waiting, absentmindedly scrolling on her phone.
She seemed to be about the same age as him, in her mid-twenties, and a tall,svelte beauty. Long blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail, smooth pale skin, bright blue eyes, and the angular facial features of a model, she was a very attractive woman. Attractive but not perfect in James’s mind. Instinctively, James tapped into the ring’s magic and focused on the woman growing.
James grinned in silent amazement. The woman’s lithe body began to swell as the pounds piled onto to her. Her breasts, perky A cups, ballooned outwards. They bulged beyond the cups of her bra and stretching her sweater taut as they surpassed the size of her head. Her hips burst outwards, widening well past her shoulders, and her thighs thickened into pillars of flesh smooshed together, busting the seams of her jeans. Her midsection softened into cute muffin top, into a round pot belly, into sizeable tire, and finally into an enormous gut, oozing out from under sweater and bursting the button and zipper on jeans, that spilled over the counter top.
The changes had happened in mere seconds, the thin woman practically exploding into fat and destroying her clothes. The woman looked down in panic, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream, and dropped her phone. She grabbed at her new rolls and squeezed her swollen tits in shock. She looked to James, the dolt not even bother hiding his excitement and only just beginning to realize the situation he had created.
“What the hell is happening?! I’m a whale!” she exclaimed, the smile falling from his face.
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