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Halloween Hex: The College girl's Swelling Curse
🕑 Added 2025-10-18 02:16:49 +0000 UTCEmily knelt on the soft carpet of her living room, sunlight streaming through the windows, casting golden rays across the Halloween decorations—orange string lights, plastic jack-o'-lanterns, and fake cobwebs draped over the furniture. Her skimpy schoolgirl outfit—a tight white blouse, a plaid skirt barely covering her thighs, and knee-high socks—felt impossibly tight. Just hours ago, she’d been at a dusty old Halloween shop, browsing creepy trinkets for her costume party. There, she’d mocked Morgana, a weathered woman in tattered robes behind the counter, her face like cracked leather. “This shop’s as ugly and ancient as you,” Emily had sneered, tossing her pigtails. Morgana’s eyes narrowed, her voice a venomous hiss. “For your insolence, I curse you with a hex to humble your pride!” Emily had laughed, strutting out without a care. Big mistake.
Now, her ass was already swollen to an absurd size, each cheek round and heavy, like two overripe pumpkins straining her skirt. The fabric dug into her skin, the seams groaning as she shifted on her knees. It felt... strange. Full. Like her backside carried a weight that pressed down on her thighs, warm and taut, making her body feel foreign. She reached out, planting her hands on the coffee table in front of her, fingers gripping the polished wood for support. She pushed herself up, trying to stand, but her legs wobbled under the mass of her rear. It was heavy—so damn heavy—like lugging a pair of medicine balls behind her. She let out a nervous giggle, her heart racing. “What the hell’s going on?” she muttered, hoping it was just some weird Halloween trick her body was playing.
Then it hit. A hot, tingling wave surged through her hips, like a spark igniting deep within. She gasped, her fingers tightening on the coffee table as the sensation intensified, spreading across her ass. The witch’s curse was kicking into high gear. Her cheeks began to swell, inflating with a slow, relentless pressure. She could feel the skin stretching, smooth and tight, as her ass expanded outward and upward. The growth was unstoppable, each cheek ballooning bigger—first like beach balls, then larger, heavier, dwarfing her entire body. Her skirt didn’t stand a chance; it tore with a loud rip, the sound sharp in the quiet room as scraps of plaid fell to the carpet. The weight surged, dragging her back down until her knees hit the floor with a thud. She was pinned, her massive ass anchoring her like a cursed monument.
Her breath came in shaky bursts as she tried to wrap her head around it. The sheer size of her rear was overwhelming, each cheek a colossal orb, soft yet impossibly firm, stretching out behind her like a landscape of curves. She let go of the coffee table, her hands trembling as they reached back, brushing against the warm, smooth flesh. It was unreal. Her fingers sank slightly into the surface, the skin yielding just enough to feel plush but taut, like an overinflated balloon. She pressed harder, feeling the weight resist, heavy and immovable. Her ass felt alive, tingling with Morgana’s magic, every inch hypersensitive to her touch. She traced the curves, her palms gliding over the vast expanse, shocked at how far they stretched—wider than her shoulders, heavier than anything she’d ever imagined carrying. It was a mix of panic and fascination, her pulse pounding as she squeezed one cheek, feeling its mass shift under her grip.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice trembling. The weight was grounding her in every sense. She couldn’t move, couldn’t stand, could only kneel there, her back arched, her gigantic ass dominating her entire existence. Every slight shift sent a ripple through the flesh, a reminder of its sheer size. It felt like it had a mind of its own, warm and pulsing with that cursed energy, growing heavier by the second. She patted it gently, her hands dwarfed by the scale, and a shiver ran through her—not entirely unpleasant. The sensation was intense, every touch amplified by the stretched, sensitive skin. She couldn’t stop herself from exploring more, her fingers roaming, pressing, squeezing, mapping out this new, exaggerated part of her body. It was humiliating, sure, but there was a thrill she didn’t want to admit, a rush from feeling so impossibly full, so outrageously curved.
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Swelling Studios
I just need to make the files smaller
Daniel
I can’t. Maybe upload it to Megaupload or something similar?
Swelling Studios
the files are large so if you cant download them let me know!
