Kat's eyes returned to the obese statue, taking in every detail of the morbid form depicted within. She found herself fascinated, both intimidated and attracted. How could such a creature exist? What must it feel like to carry all that extra weight around? Would she even know she was becoming bigger? Or would the changes happen so gradually that Kat wouldn't notice until she was undoubtedly fat? She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to look like that, so fat that every step was difficult and exhausting.
It was such a foreign concept to Kat. The statue and fantasies were a polar opposite of the lean and athletic girl that stood before the statue. Kat had never even been slightly chubby, constantly watching her diet and getting plenty of exercises. That wasn't to say that Kat had never had any fattening foods before, just that her indulgence was few and far between. Mainly consisting of the occasional dessert after dinner or special treat with friends. Still, something stirred in her mind, suppressed desires and secret fantasies slowly coming to the surface.
Kat had honestly forgotten her dark desires, so repressed had they been. Yet these statues teased her taboo thoughts to the surface. As Kat continued to stare longingly at the obese figure, she shuddered as the idea of embracing her desires came crashing back to her. Was it truly possible for her to gain that much weight? What would it feel like to be that obese? Why did the thought of struggling even to walk make her nipples erect and slit to moisten? The fantasy of being that heavy, having that much flesh to control, was arousing beyond reason. But why?
Kat knew it was wrong to want that, but something about this woman made her ache to become like her. If only for a moment, Kat wished to embrace the sins the obese statue displayed. To feel the burden of carrying such a massive body. She wanted to feel trapped, confined by her own body. She yearned to see the struggle on her face as she walked, each footstep an enormous challenge and task.
Kat closed her eyes and took a step towards the obese statue. It was wrong. Another step. She shouldn't want this. A third step. She could feel the figure ahead of her, close now despite her eyes being closed. A fourth step. It was wrong. So very wrong. She would be a prisoner to her own body. Kat shuddered again at the prospect of being trapped by her own body. Her fingers shook and trembled, taking another step closer.
Kat took a deep breath and opened her eyes. The obese statue loomed above her like a mountain of flesh, and Kat felt her heart racing in her chest. She quickly glanced behind her, letting out a relieved sigh as she noticed Nathan jotting down notes in his notebook as he stared intently at a piece of rubble. His attention was focused elsewhere, helping her stay calm as she embraced her darkest desires.
Kat took one final look around her surroundings before turning back to the statue. Kat's hand trembled as she extended it towards the smooth stone that seemed untouched by time. Her breathing sounded loud in her ears, a stark contrast to the silence that seemed to fill the temple. Slowly, Kat reached forward and placed her palm against the statue's stomach, her heart thumping wildly. This was wrong. Very, very bad. She shouldn't indulge herself like this. Kat closed her eyes and let her desires envelop her.
The stone was hot and almost soft like flesh. Kat knew it must be her imagination, but it almost felt like she had touched a living person. Fear welled up within her. What was she doing? Was she really contemplating asking for this woman's curse? She couldn't allow this. Yet still, she continued to press against the statue's stomach. Was there anything to be afraid of? She had done nothing yet. All she had to do was ask. And then what would happen? Nothing, probably.
"I want your curse," Kat whispered.
Kat felt the warmth begin to emanate through her whole body, her head spinning as she struggled to stay upright. Her legs were shaking and weak. She leaned into the statue, her cheek resting against the cold, smooth surface. She felt lightheaded as she slumped onto her knees. She was panting hard now, the air between her lips coming faster and more forcefully than she ever remembered.
Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the feeling left. Kat breathed heavily as she stood back up, her face red with embarrassment. What had she done? Did she really desire this? Or was it all in her mind?
Kat stood motionless, staring at the statue towering over her. The chamber was silent. Kat held her breath, waiting for some sign that her wish would come true.
Nothing happened. There was no sign that Kat had an affliction at all. Maybe she was right. Perhaps it was all in her head.
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