Object transformation: The beach ball

(Oh hey, a crossover! Yes it's connected to cursed object: The beach ball) 

So for the past three years I’ve been a lifeguard here at Palmsands beach, and I’ve always considered myself to be the best among me and all my coworkers. I mean I have more saves than everyone else combined.

I’m a better swimmer, people like me more than the others, and you know I really love my job, I’d even say it’s my passion. So when our supervisor retired, I thought I was a shoe in for his replacement.

That was until Jim was offered the job over me. Now I could say a lot about Jim, everyone hates him, as he’s a dick. He hates his job, and lets everyone know it, and he’s only been a lifeguard for three months.

The worst part of all of that, he can barely swim. He nearly drowned on his first and only rescue. I might also add, that I was the one who rescued him and the persona was saving, just for him to get mad at me.

So I of course brought all my concerns and displeasure to upper management, but their response almost made me quit. They told me that all those reasons were why he’d make a great supervisor.

Apparently, being the supervisor is more about checking in on the others, and not about saving people, so his swimming skills didn’t matter, and this would avoid him getting someone killed. I was appalled at this, that’s not how you deal with bad employees.

They also said that no one liking him would make sure they do his job, since no one will be buddy-buddy. Then to finish it off, he said he’d come to love his job, especially with the nice pay raise.

Like I said I almost quit right there and then, but I also really love my job, so I figured he would fuck it up and get fired eventually. A few weeks pass, and suddenly Jim starts to get ballsy, and decides to make my life hell.

Now all he does is yell at me that I’m doing things wrong, call me stupid, or has me do slightly humiliating things for no reason. So It came to a point where it was more than I could take, and so I decided to get back at him.

A friend of mine is, well, a bit shady, and they may or may not have access to the dark web. He owed me a big favor so I asked him if he could acquire me a cursed item, preferably a beached themed one.

My friend said he would take care of it, and I kinda forgot about it. A couple months pass and we’re in the peak of summer, when my friend calls me to his place. He opens up a case and shows me a deflated beach ball.

I ask him if it’s cursed, and he tells me he had it tested by a member of the cursed object department who’s corrupt, and it’s definitely cursed, but not in the normal ways other objects are cursed.

This ball only affects a person who blows the ball up. I guess it’s because a woman died while blowing air into it, which is why it was cursed. A bit unsettling, but kinda perfect for my revenge on Jim.

I pack it away and take it with me on my next shift. It doesn’t take long for Jim to come and harass me once I start working, and that’s when I start singing his praises and fanning the flames of his ego.

Then I offer him the beach ball in a way that makes it seem like he deserves it. He gladly accepts it and leaves me alone. The rest of my shift that day went smoothly and very peaceful, and by that, I mean Jim free.

It wasn’t until the next day when I got to work that I heard a Jim had called out, no one knew why, well except for me. I knew exactly what happened to that dick, well maybe I shouldn’t call him a dick anymore, considering he just lost his.

I was happy sitting at my lookout, being pleased with my revenge, when I heard someone run up to me and start yelling in a mad incoherent fury. I didn’t recognize the small brown haired woman, but I had a good guess who it was.

I pretended not to know, when I asked who she was, which caused her to continue going off on me. She was hitting me in the chest, but she was extremely weak, compared to her old self, so I didn’t even bother to avoid it.

She gave up yelling at me, and said she made me pay for this and ran off, and I watched as she shook her ass as she tried to run in her new body. For the most part I’m not too worried about her threats.

My friend would have made sure the item couldn’t be tracked to him, and in turn me, and the only ones who know I gave Jim the ball, was me and her. So there’s no real punishment she could do to me, well other than trying to curse me I suppose.

That would involve Jim being smart enough to get a cursed item, without C.o.d Tracking him, and giving it to me, and there’s no way in hell I’ll accept anything from her now, so I feel pretty confident I’ll be okay.

Two more weeks go by and I’m honestly surprised the C.o.d hasn’t come to talk to me. I figured they would at least try to talk to me when Jim tried to tell me, but no nothing. I also got a call from upper management that morning.

Jim had quit, and they needed someone to replace him, so they were finally offering the job to someone who deserved it, which was me. So today I headed to work as the supervising lifeguard, and I’m happy as hell.

Once I get there, instead of my normal station, I get to go to the bigger outpost at the center of the beach. This outpost has everything, air conditioner, a small kitchen, a fridge filled with drinks, and even a stereo.

I get into the building and take it all in, noticing a very familiar beach ball, with a note next to it. I walk over and pick up the ball, laughing to myself as I pick up the note as well. Of course it was from Jim.

She congratulated me on ruining her life and stealing her job. She said I could keep this cursed ball, but to watch my back as she was going to get her revenge one day, and it would be a much worse fate.

I laughed, clearly just a scare tactic, but there was something written underneath it. It wasn’t English, that was for sure, it might not even be any language. Clearly Jim had also gone mad, as I couldn’t even read it out properly.

After reading the note, I tossed it into the trash, and looked at the beach ball. I should probably get rid of it before it affects someone else. Maybe I can drop it off at the C.o.d anonymously, so they don’t suspect me of anything.

As I was about to put it away, I blacked out. I woke up to a woman laughing over me. It was Jim, she was standing over me, and she had a very sinister look on her face. I tried to get up and move away, but I couldn’t move an inch.

Has she paralyzed me? Maybe with some kind of poison? I found myself unable to do anything as she picked me up and held me to her face. She began to ramble on about her revenge, and something about me suffering for a long time.

Then she asked me how it felt to be the very beach ball I cursed her with. I was confused, until she fooled me in half and showed me my body. Seeing it, and feeling it at the same time made it very clear she had somehow turned me into the ball.

I began to freak out and demand she let me out, but all I could do was think about it, I had no way of actually communicating it. Once she was done teasing me she shoved me into a bag filled with volleyball equipment.

She told me to have a nice life, as I’ll never see her again. Everything was dark, and at some point I heard her give the bag of equipment to some random guy. Then I was brought to some large group of men.

They unpacked everything and had me placed next to a guy sitting on a beach towel. They began to play with the volleyball stuff, and I kept hoping that they would figure out I was in the beach ball.

They eventually got into some weird game that involved way too many balls, and one of the guys was about to blow me up, that's when I remembered it was still a cursed item, so I kept saying not to do it.

Then he put his lips on my tube, and I felt a zap, and I swear he had heard me, as he stopped to look behind himself. Unfortunately it didn’t stop him. He started to blow me up, and this time I couldn’t get through to him.

I felt so many strange sensations as his hot breaths filled my insides. If I had to describe it, it was like someone blowing air into your ass, and leaving a very full oddly warm pressure inside your butt.

With each breath, I got bigger, and that guy turned into a busty woman. It started with his height, shrinking down, and then his weight, he went from a bit chubby and out of shape, to skinny as hell and perfect shape.

Then came the expansions, butt cheeks became thicker and hips got wider. Breasts grew out of her chest, and hair started to grow until it touched her butt. Overall, by the time she finished blowing me up, she was a full fledged woman.

She hadn;t noticed as it happened but all her friends did, and they pointed it out to her. She freaked out and dropped me, and I rolled towards her friends and down the beach, all while the few of the guys wanted people I got close to.

Eventually I was caught in a way that wouldn’t curse anyone and the group called the cursed object department. They came out, inspected me, found out I wasn’t harmful unless someone blew me up, and then secured me into a case.

The case was soundproof for some reason, so I had no idea what was happening outside. I was basically in an empty void, for who knows how long. Eventually the case opened and a woman with a red jacket stood before me.

She picked me up and walked over to a shelf, she placed me up on it. She smiled and said that I would never be able to curse someone again. She walked away from me, and grabbed the case.

She left the room, and some sort of large vault-like door closed behind her. So there I sit, looking over an entire room of what I assume is hundreds of cursed objects, stuck there for all of eternity most likely.

Jim was right, this is much worse than being turned into a woman, I'd definitely take that over this anyday. I had no idea how she did it, but I thought the only type of magic in our world was the cursed objects.

I can't even begin to imagine how many objects have humans in them, maybe even some of the items in this room. I sigh to myself as I try to come to terms with all of this, I guess karma is a bitch, but did I truly deserve this?