Cursed object: Bondage suit

Six years ago while being chased by bullies and trying to escape them, a boy named William put on a cursed schoolgirl uniform to pretend to be a girl, only to have it turn him into a real girl permanently.

After changing her name to Willow she adapted to her new life. Five years later her boyfriend Stan accidentally gave her a second cursed object, a cat collar, that turned her into a real-life cat girl.

She conceived Stan to also put the collar on and become a catboy, and he did. Since then they’ve lived happily together as happy cats, who despite the incacet that turned them into cats, continued to find ways to spice up their sex life.

Now one year later from the cat bell incident Willow was sitting in her bedroom smiling. She was in the middle of planning a special night for her and Stan. You see, it was her and Stan's anniversary and she planned to propose to him.

She had recently got a pair of rings for them and had them engraved. Her plan was to give Stan one of the sexiest and kinkiest nights of his life, then when they cuddle afterward like they always do, she’d pull the rings out and propose to him.

Now for the kinky part. Last year they were into pet play, but after becoming full-time cat people the interest in that faded, so they moved onto something new, bondage play. As embarrassing as it is for her to admit, Willow loves it when Stan ties her up and leaves her helpless.

She loves being his submissive, and he loves dominating her. So to surprise Stan, Willow ordered a latex suit and a bunch of special rope. The reason the rope is special is because it gets tighter the more it’s pulled on.

So not only would she be in an already tight latex suit, but she’d have ropes tightly wrapped around her getting tighter the more she moved. She just knew Stan would love this, and so she was eager to start setting up.

She pulled the box with the suit out and started to open it. She then removed the latex suit from the box and held it up to her body. Willow quickly realized there was a problem with the suit, it was too big.

Since before turning into a girl, Willow has never been that big, and that didn’t change after becoming one, and this suit was easy for a taller curvier woman, one who actually had breasts unlike her, someone with massive thighs and a plump ass she only dreamed of getting.

She was dishearted, he special planned night wasn’t going to go exactly as she pictured. She kept looking at the suit, there must have been some sort of mixup, and they sent her someone else's suit instead.

Still, though, she had never worn latex before, and she was super excited about it, so she decided to try it on, even if she knew it was too big. She removed her dress and underwear and then slipped her legs through the back of the suit.

She raised it over her waist and stuck her arms through the shoulder holes, then she zipped it up through the back. Then she stood in front of her mirror. To no surprise, it was baggy and very loose on her, but she still loved how it felt on her.

She grabbed the ropes and tried to see if there was a way to get them to hold the suit in place better so she could use it tonight, that's when she noticed something strange. She was suddenly as tall as her mirror.

Until moments ago she had always been shorter than the standing mirror, and now the top of it was at eye level. She was met with a familiar feeling that she’s had twice before. She knew that she had just been cursed for the third time.

She tried to unzip the suit before it could finish doing whatever it was about to do to her, but despite her having her whole hand on the zipper it wouldn’t move. She was stuck having to watch her body change yet again.

It had started with making her taller, then it moved on making her thicker. Her hips started to grow out and her thighs started to get larger. Soon enough the bottom of the suit fit her perfectly, but there was still a problem with the top.

Willow felt her breasts tingle and she knew they were about to grow. Until now she never really had any breasts, they were so small she rarely wore bras, but she had a feeling she’d be needing them from now on.

They started by growing to A-cups, then on to B-cups, they quickly passed C and D and stopped at F-cups. Willow couldn’t believe how big and heavy they were. On one hand, she was happy to finally have bigger breasts, but she knew this size would be a pain.

She reached her hands up to feel them, and before she could her hands were pulled behind her back. The rope she had been messing with started to move on its own. It started with tying her hands together.

Then another set tied itself around her bicep, and then it crossed her back and wrapped itself around her other bicep. Two more sets of rope appeared and one wrapped itself around her waist, and the other wrapped itself just under her new breast.

Then those two ropes fused with the ropes around her hands, so now she could move her arms or hands a single inch. Willow thought that it was over, but even more, robes appeared and started to crawl around her body.

Two more wrapped around her hips, not really serving a purpose other than being tight and letting her know that they were there. The rest went down to her thighs. They wrapped around her upper thighs and then went down to her knees.

They wrapped around her knees, then the robes on both knees tied together forcing her into a standing position, unable to move her legs at all. Then to finish off her bondage, a mask appeared with a large gag attached to it.

It pushed itself into her mouth and the side attached to her human ears. The gag was also a new thing for her, and she wasn’t expecting it to be so big, hell she didn’t even expect it at all since she didn’t order it.

It took her a minute to relax enough to where she could breathe through her nose and not choke on the gag. She managed to hop her way back to the bed and lay down on it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get herself out of it, and Stan wasn’t due home until later that night.

Willow begins thinking about how Stan is going to take her being cursed again, never mind having to explain it to the cursed object department. She put it out of her mind and did her best to not move so the ropes wouldn't get too tight.

Hours later, Stan walks in calling for Willow. He enters the dark bedroom and turns the light on to see Willow on the bed in her current state. He walked over to her and smiled at her, then he inspected her.

He questioned why she made herself look so much thicker, even asking her if perhaps she used too much padding. He grabbed her breasts with both his hands and squeezed, this caused Willow to moan loudly through her gag, and Stan to jump back.

He looked at her and asked if those were real, and Willow nodded yes. He then asked if she had surgery to get all this, and she nodded no. He looked confused until he finally asked if she had been cursed again.

She turned red and nodded yes again. He put his hand on his head and started laughing, asking her how she kept attracting these curses. He then looked at her and asked her if she wanted him to help her out of it now, or afterward.

She looked at him and thought about it, she’d been like this for hours, all for him, it would all be pointless if she gave up now, she could handle it for a little while longer. She used her tail to grab him and pulled him onto the bed, clearly giving him her answer.

The two of them had a wild time, Stan had a lot of fun finally getting to play with Willow’s new tits, and Willow loved the tight feeling of the latex against her new thick body. Stan flipped her over and unzipped the zipper at her butt.

He slipped his dick through the bottom of her suit and up to her vagina and started to fuck her silly. Each time he thrust his cock into her, the ropes got tighter and she got more pleasure from it.

An hour passes and the two are finally done. Stan pulls on the ropes, and suddenly they all vanish. Willow stretches and moves her arms relieved that the ropes weren't permanent, then she waits in suspense as Stan grabs the zipper that didn’t move for her.

He grabs it and starts unx4s4zipping it with no problem. Willow breathes a final sigh of relief pulls the suit off of herself and looks at her newest nude body. She had to admit it was nice to be so sexy, but it was a lot to get used to.

She jumps back into bed with Stan and the two talk about how that all happened. Then Willow turns around opens the bedside table and pulls out the rings. She turns back to Stan and shows them to him.

He sits right up and looks at Willow. He asked her if those were what he thought they were, and she sat up and nodded. He looked so happy when she asked him to marry her, but instead of saying yes her turned around and opened his bedside table.

When he turned back around he had a special ring for her, a nice amethyst ring. He was going to ask her to marry him, but she beat him to it. The two both laughed and said that settles it, they’re engaged now.

Stan went to put the ring on Willow's finger but she stopped him. She asked if the ring was cursed. He looked scared for a moment that it could be, but she told him she was just messing with him and then she let him put the ring on.

They agreed to use the rings she bought as their actual wedding rings since she had gotten two of them, and she stored them back on her bedside table. The two talked for a while more before Stan fell asleep.

Willow had her hand above her face and she was staring up at her new beautiful ring. She truly couldn’t believe how amazing her life was, or that she’s been cursed three times with no conscience.

She looked over at the suit on the floor, she knew she should turn it in, but it felt so good to wear, and the sex was great with it. She had already been cursed by it, so what was the harm in keeping it?

As long as she’s the only one wearing it, nothing bad should happen. She looked back up at the ceiling. It would also save her an embarrassing trip to the cursed object department. They might end up wanting to study her uncanny ability to find cursed objects.

Speaking of, as much as they’ve helped improve her life, she was hoping this was the last time she’d ever come into contact with one. Her body was thick enough now, she was a catgirl, and she really didn’t need anything else on top of that.