Cubby Oso

This was me.  Before the curse.  My name was Tom.  I was hot, sexy, gingered...popular.  I loved High School.  So what if I picked on some people I shouldn't have.  That doesn't mean I deserved to become someone completely different, does it?  I guess I'll start at the beginning.

I was walking from first period to second period and the group I called the "Chubby Mexis" walked by.  God, they were all so fucking fat and gross.  I made fun of them almost every time I walked by them.  I pushed one down and my friend laughed.

The leader looked me straight in the eyes and with a weird look in his eye said, "Tú que nos toma el pelo todos los días se convertirá en un oso como nosotros por el final de la escuela."

"Fuck you too buddy. Learn to speak English," I said as I pushed him against the locker and punched him in the gut. I didn't care. The principal wasn't going to give me detention or suspend me. Football star.

Lunch was weird. I was way hungrier than I usually was. Must have been from that awesome as fuck practice this morning. I thought as I started grabbing all of the crappy burritos and terrible tacos that the cafeteria had. I ate the in a flash and just wanted more. I spent all of my lunch money for like two weeks.

My shirt seemed tight but I figured it was just from eating all that food and would work it off at practice after school. As I walked to 5th period from lunch, my jeans felt super tight. I walked into a bathroom and noticed that my jeans were skin tight and my shirt was riding up my stomach. I looked in the mirror and it looked like my hair was shorter and...darker?  

"Es no posible," I said looking in the mirror. "The fuck did I say that for?" I question as I decide to try and continue my day.

I was late for 5th period and my teacher barely recognized me for some reason.  I guess I looked a little swollen, I thought maybe I need to do a cleanse or something after eating those terrible burritos.  I sat down and heard a RIP.  My jeans finally couldn't take it.  But that wasn't what my classmates were laughing at.  They were laughing at the giant fart that covered up that sound.

Some how, I made it through the rest of 5th and 6th period unscathed.  I held my gas in and kept pulling my shirt down.  I ran down the hall as soon as the bell rang and walked into one of the less used restrooms.

What I say in the mirror horrified me.  My red hair was gone and in its place was short, black hair.  My face was round and my skin was all more tan.  My shirt was torn on the sides and my gut was huge.  I had man boobs sitting on top.  My legs were thick and my hands were pudgy.

"Estoy muy gordo!" I shout out loud in Spanish.  Why Spanish?! I start freaking out as it gets easier to think in Spanish.

Just then the Chubby Mexi's ringleader walks in.  He smiled at me and grabbed my belly.

"I like it.  Welcome to the Cubby Oso's gordito."

From that moment on I was no longer Tom.  I was Josue.  And the other Cubby Oso's became my boyfriends and my gang at school.  I really miss football and being me.  But damn, I love a hot verga.  I mean no, I love pussy...my oso pussy.  Ugh, I hate what they've made me.

Russian Shirt

"Come on out stud!" yelled my boyfriend as I slipped the weird shirt he bought me on.  He said he bought it from a Russian gypsy.  It's supposed to make you into some kind of sexy Russian or some non-sense.

As I slipped it on, I felt a massive heat coming from my chest.  It started to practically inflate into a shelf of pecs.  It spread out to my arms as my biceps turned into two softballs.  My arms got a darker coating of hair and inflated some.  I could feel my abs tensing as they become some nice abs.  My legs got super thick and I had some hot thighs.  My hair turned black as I grew a nice and thick beard on my face.  

My face rounded out some as it became that of a cute Russian mans.  I walked into the bedroom and flexed for my boyfriend.  He gave me a cocky smirk and said, "Can't wait to see what's under those briefs, Comrade."

Jiggly

Mark and I had paid for this service and was really hoping that it wasn't a hoax.  They told us to undress and to get in the shower an just enjoy it.  There were all these packages listed on the ad: jock, biker, bear, daddy, twink.  We asked what we were getting and they just pushed us in the water.

I felt my body growing and aching.  I looked over at Mark and saw his hair falling out of his head.  But he was getting tall and buff.  Too bad his cock had gotten so thin and small.

I looked down at myself and saw my skin had a slightly tanner tone and was getting rather buff itself.  I felt strange pin pricks as I got tattoos on my arms and I guess my ass.

"Well look at dat ass!"  I heard a strange voice say.  It was the new Mark.  He slapped it and I put my hands back to jiggle it.  It was so big and bubbly.  Perfect for fucking I thought as Mark started stroking his new thin cock!

Cursed by Mistake

Chase was the star Quarterback at his high school.  He was the most popular frat dude in college.  As a bro, he always had a million friends and got along with pretty much everyone he met.  

College was a blast for him so he decided to do a Master's when he graduated.  Why go to real life when you can stay in college?  He still lived with his frat bros and didn't care that he was older than them.

On his 28th birthday, they went out to the nearby lake to celebrate, drink some beers, pass the old pigskin and just have fun.  There was a Mexican family there next to them.  All the family.  Aunts, uncles, grandparents, children.  One of the youngest brothers passed Chase the ball when he wasn't looking.  It hit the Grandma (the oldest looking one) right in the head.  She nearly fell over.  The family members helped her up.  She started screaming.  They looked worried and started to bring her over towards the guys.

She started going towards Chase who she thought had hit her and started yelling some strange words at him.  Chase used his charm to calm her down.  The family left and they continued their party.

Chase went home to his small house that evening and started to feel really strange.  He wondered what that woman had said to his friend.  He remembered pieces of it and decided to investigate.  But Spanish wasn't is first language so he only got a few translated before he felt exhausted.  Chase decided to go to bed and work on it in the morning.

Waking up he had a little headache.  He stood up and walked over to the bathroom.  He splashed some water in his face to see if it would help.  He looked in the mirror and noticed that his chest was completely smooth.

"Well that's weird.  I never shave it all off," he says rubbing it.  He notices that it felt kind of good.  He pinched his nipple as it gets hard.

"So sensitive," he started to stroke his cock as he moaned.  He blinked for a second and stopped.

"Women like to play with their nipples.  And I am definitely not one of those," Chase said as he left the restroom not really caring.

Later in the day the bros are sitting around and decide to play some beer pong.  Chase usually could drink a few cups and be fine, but today he was having problems throwing the ball and had to drink a few times.  He got drunk really fast.

"Fuck bro you wasted already?" one of his brothers asked and he realized he was.  Chase felt like his stomach was moving closer to his throat as he runs to the bathroom.  After throwing up, he looked in the mirror and noticed the sink was a lot closer to his face then he usually was.  Looking closer in the mirror, he noticed his hair was much darker.

Thinking it was just the booze, he continues his game of beer pong sitting it out since he was already wasted.  He starts really flirting with a lot of the bros and they start to act funny around him.  Chase decides to go to bed drunk since he started feeling way too sick.

The next morning, Chase had quite the headache.  And as usual, morning wood.  He started rubbing his cock but noticed it felt...smaller?  He put his hand in his pants and felt a smaller cock but something else as well, a FORESKIN!  Chase quickly pulled his baggy underwear off and looked to see a small, brown uncut cock.

"That's not my cock!" he shouted.  He noticed his voice was quite a bit higher and had a weird accent.  He looked around and noticed he isn't in his frat house anymore.  He was in a small room with Hispanic shirtless dudes on his walls.

Running to the bathroom (which he was kind of surprised he knew where it was) he looked and saw a thin, Mexican boy looking back at him.  

That old woman...what did she say to me?  Suddenly, Chase knew.  It was an old Mexican curse. Looking back in the mirror he knew.

"She changed me into one of her grandchildren to teach me better.  But I didn't throw that ball," Chase said.  Suddenly, the door opens and there is another young Mexican boy.

"Hey sexy," he grabbed Chase and kissed him.  Chase started to push away.  I'm not gay, I'm not gay...mmmmm.  New memories flooded Chase's mind.  His name was Carlos.  17 years old and totally gay.  Raised by his Abuela who let him be whoever he was meant to be.  And someone who had more respect for his elders.

Glorious

My name was Hughyn and I was so tired of being the only Asian at the gym.  I was 29 but I look like I was 17.  The guys I worked out with were all nice but I was always the butt of their jokes.  One day, I was walking home from the gym and I ran into a little, old woman who had just come out of the woods.  She looked confused so I walked over to her.

"Ma'am, can I help you?"

"Oh, you seem so kind.  Yet so troubled.  What seems to be the matter?"

For a woman who had just come out of the forest, she seemed rather lucid.  I figured I would tell her about my workout woes and how I felt like life had dealt me a poor card.  I loved my Asian heritage and a lot of Asians get fit and buff pretty easily.  But for me I only stayed thin and small.

"Go into the woods and you will find your answer.  Take this backpack and follow this map."  I looked at the map and when I went to look back at her she was gone.  I decided why not and followed the map up to this cliff.  The climb had been hard and I was so sore from working out earlier.

My tank top was starting to get tight and my shorts were too.  I looked at the beautiful view and was amazed that I could make it to the top of the mountain.  I picked up the backpack still looking at the amazing view and started my tread down the mountain.

When I got to the bottom, I realized I had made it to the bus stop I sometimes took home.  It was on a small wooden bench that was actually a historical landmark. I sat down with the backpack on and the bus pulled up.  Then, the strangest thing happened.  The reflection of the person on the side of the bus was not me.  Some ridiculously buff guy with hairy shoulders.  

I stood up.  And the guy stood up.  I flexed and he flexed his ridiculously huge arms.  I opened the backpack after I got on the bus and found a note.

"Welcome to your new life.  May it be as glorious as your soul."

It must be from that woman, I thought.  I noticed a new driver's license, a mirror and a cell phone were all in the bag.  My new name was Mark Thomason.  I looked at my new Caucasian bearded face in the mirror and gave a cocky smirk.

"Holy shit," I said in a gravely voice.  A second later, my cell phone rang.  It was one of my gym buddies.  He asked if I made it through my hike after my crazy dead lifts that I was doing.  I told him yeah it was glorious.

A Look to Match

I had always been the nerdy redhead.  The only thing that wasn’t nerdy about me was my cock.  It was huge.  All the black guys in PE would always laugh at me getting hard while watching them shower. 

"Looks like one of ours," they would always say.  And I wouldn’t disagree with them.  One day, a strange kid dressed in black came up to me in the locker room.

"You need to match," he whispered to me.

"What?" I asked inquisitively as he blew a weird dust on me.  When I finished coughing he was gone.  The rest of the day progressed as it normally would.  I was packing my backpack when I noticed something was different.  I had no freckles on my arm.

"Well, that’s weird," I said out loud.  My voice even cracked a little.  I just ignored it and went home.  That night I had the strangest dreams.  I was playing football, basketball, having sex with my teammates.  It was bizarre.

When I woke up, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  I starting taking my morning piss when I noticed my pubes were short and black.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed in a much lower and gravely voice.  I saw something strange in the mirror out of the corner of my eye.  My head had been shaved, I had a deep tan and my face looked a little more square.

"No no no no no," I repeated over and over to myself.  Then, the cramps started.  I fell on the floor as my limbs started to burn.  Like someone had set them on fire.  I watched in agony as my chest started to swell and get larger. My biceps felt like someone had implanted baseballs into them.  

My new larger hand noticed my cock and started stroking it.  It was almost pitch black.  I noticed my hand was much darker, too.  I started stroking faster as my legs practically inflated.  I came all over my darker stomach.  

I looked in the mirror and noticed my face was completely different.  Broad nose and thick, luscious lips.  Perfect for sucking off my teammates.  Wait, I’m not on any teams.  It was then I remembered my dreams.  I was Michael now.  

It wasn’t until later that day at my new football locker I remembered the Goth kid from yesterday.  I figured it out.  He made the rest of me match my cock.  They always said it should have been black…and now it definitely was.