Kat followed Nathan into the structure. Inside, a large room was lined with columns and lit by sunlight falling through holes in the ceiling. A few statues lay scattered about that reminded Kat of ones similar to what she had seen in Greek structures. Dust lay everywhere, and Kat found herself making out what looked like the remains of various stone furniture pieces. Benches cracked in two, fountains dry and crumbled, and chunks of debris were everywhere.
The air was musty and dry, plumes of dust rose with every step, and Kat was soon coughing, her eyes blinded by the oppressive and murky atmosphere. She watched as Nathan quickly rushed to one of the downed statues with almost unrecognizable features and jotted down notes in his field journal.
Kat stopped, her eyes falling on three giant statues that dominated the wall opposite the way they'd come in. Each one was beautiful, their features almost wholly untouched by time. They almost seemed to glow with an ethereal light as Kat slowly picked her way through the rubble and towards the imposing figures.
All three statues appeared to be young, maybe even teens, and incredibly beautiful in their way. However, what truly intrigued Kat was the exaggerated features of each one. The statue on the left had long flowing hair almost reaching her feet, her face reminding Kat of her own. The figure was slim, with wide, childbearing hips resting below an unbelievably pregnant belly. The figure's stomach was so large that it hung almost to her feet. The statue's left arm was outstretched as she raised her hands to the heavens as if worshiping something.
Kat's hand instinctively moved to her stomach, devoid of any baby, as she gazed upon the image before her. What would it be like to become so burdened with a child that she looked nearly immobile? How many children would she have to bear to become as wide as the statue before her? The thought made her shiver in nervousness and excitement, and she immediately swatted the idea. Yet the excitement lingered.
Kat quickly averted her gaze to the statue on the right, which stood in stark contrast to the first statue. Where the pregnant statue had been thin and supple, the figure on the right was heavy and soft. Her face looked similar to the first, yet much rounder and ageless, swollen with fat. Every inch of the figure was huge, a testament to gluttony if Kat had ever seen one. Yet there was unmistakable beauty in her obesity. Kat had always thought being overweight meant being ugly, yet this statue implied the opposite.
Kat's stomach let out a low growl, mirroring the hunger that girl must be feeling to have become so big. What would it be like to be so fat that she was practically immobile? How would it feel to be so heavy? Would she enjoy it, or would she hate it? Would she be able to move at all, or would she lie down and never get up? The questions plagued Kat as the hunger raged in her belly and curiosity filled her mind. Repressed feelings welled within her, urging her to reach out and touch the statue, feel every curve and wrinkle, and try to imagine what it would feel like to be so big. As she gazed at the image before her, she felt a longing deep inside her to become fat.
Kat turned to look at the last statue, proudly placed between the other two. The statue's eyes were closed, and her face turned towards the ground with a small smile. It reminded Kat of a mother looking down on her child. A maternal look filled Kat with concern and excitement. The expression was so soft and peaceful that Kat had to smile herself. Her body was feminine, with perfect curves in all the right places. However, her enormous breasts obscured most of her form as they hung past her knees.
Kat's thoughts turned to her breasts and how much she wished they were bigger. She was athletic and lean, yet her budding breasts had never grown beyond an A cup. If that. Kat had never had to wear a bra or even worried about anyone seeing her topless. What did she have to hide? Nothing. She might as well be a boy with how flat and uninteresting her chest was. She had always felt embarrassed and ashamed of her tiny breasts. Why had she been cursed with such a petite chest? Even her mother, skinny like Kat, had gotten to at least a C cup.
Kat's hand moved from her belly to her chest as she let out a sad sigh, closing her eyes in shame. Such a small chest was nothing to be proud of for a girl. Why couldn't she have breasts like the beautiful statue that almost glowed in the light of the sun shafts? Kat didn't even care if they'd be impossibly heavy and unwieldy. She just wanted to look like the statue with the maternal face that looked down on her child. She opened her eyes, the tears welling as her chest heaved. I want more. I want so much more.
All three statues flaunted assets that were assuredly a curse, yet Kat couldn't deny that each one was beautiful despite their flaws. All three figures were undoubtedly heavily burdened by their natural assets, and it was a curse that would probably be awful to bear. Yet Kat couldn't help but wish for what they had.
To be so heavily pregnant with a child that her belly practically consumed her. To know that the life growing within her was now controlling her, limiting what she could do. To know that even once she gave birth, there would be no returning to the life she lived before. That wasn't very comforting and yet so fascinating to Kat.
To be so round and obese that every step was challenging to move. To know that Kat was enslaved to her gluttony, watching as her body became more prison than any chain or building could ever be. Yet something about it also seemed exciting to Kat. What would it be like to go through life so obese that she had trouble moving if she could even move? How would it feel to be that heavy? Would she go through life as a prisoner in her own body, or would she embrace the blessings of her fatness and live life to the fullest? The questions lingered in Kat's mind as she looked upon the statue, the curves and roundness arousing and intimidating.
The last statue was the most beautiful of the three in Kat's mind, with a maternal face and huge breasts. The woman's expression was warm and soft, her body curvy and feminine. A true temptress of men's desires. Her hips and waist promise fertility and easy childbirth. Her breasts were a draw for every eye, both male and female- males in fascination and females in jealousy. At the same time, they were undoubtedly a burden to the woman's frame. Kat would suffer that burden in a heartbeat if it meant having such a beautiful body.
The three statues stood together, three beautiful women in the throes of a cruel curse. Each one was undeniably beautiful yet burdened and cursed. Kat's heart raced at the thought of being one of them. Kat's mind first imagined herself with a heavily pregnant belly, unable to move without help. Her breathing was labored, her lungs struggling with the child's weight expanding her belly. Her body was immobile, consumed by the life she was carrying. The child Kat was carrying would chain her, and the new body would forever change her.
Then Kat let her mind drift to the next beautiful statue: the round and obese girl. Again, images of living a life of helplessness flooded her mind. She was practically immobile due to the weight of her body. Every step was a monumental challenge, and her size reduced her to nothing more than a caged animal. Confined by the weight of her own body, yet free to indulge in food at every turn. The food would be her new queen, and if this woman could ever lay eyes on it, she would gain more weight. With each bite she ate, her body would grow, the swelling becoming more obvious until she was a proper mountain of flesh and gluttony.
Kat's mind drifted to the last statue: feminine and beautiful. Yet those same charms were her curse as Kat struggled under the weight of her massive utters. Kat imagined having such monumental breasts, their weight a constant and ongoing burden. To live every moment having to bear the weight of her breasts and being unable to hide them from the world. No cloth or shirt would be able to conceal her breasts. Every dress she owned would require an alteration. As her curse transformed her into this merciless goddess, her beauty would remind her how much she desired. Kat would become unable to ignore the male attention that would shower her. She would become an idol to them, unable to escape her heavy breasts.
Kat's heart raced in her chest, her breathing quick and shallow with excitement. Could she become one of them? Could she indulge in their curse? The three statues called her, asking her to partake of their affliction. Their eyes seemed to beckon her to surrender to her darker desires, take the curse from them and become utterly immobilized by it. It was like she could hear their voices calling to her in her mind. Soft and seductive, tempting her to come closer to the statues and take the curses they offered.
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