The Curse Revisited extended preivew

The Curse Revisited.

Olivia sighed as she set her apron on the hanger. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Ronald arched an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?” He looked over the checkbook.

“I am talking about just barely making by from week to week.” She began to clean the tables. “I swear when I took this job, I didn’t think I would be scraping by this hard.” She sighed as her golden curls landed in a grease stain. “Great. Just what I need.”

“Look, you know these types of jobs are temporary.” He stood up. “What is it that you are saving up to do in the future? Huh?”

She gathered up the dishes. “Well, if I was actually making money, I would be saving up to go to college. But I am not so ya.” She carried the dishes into the kitchen. “I swear if something doesn’t change.”

“You want something to change, do you?”

Olivia cried out, almost dropping the stack of dishes on the floor as the strange woman seemed to appear out of nowhere. “How the hell did you get back here? Ronald!”

“He can’t hear you, my dear.” The woman walked up, her long, ruby fingernails dragging against Olivia’s pale skin. “He is a bit preoccupied, as one would say.”

“Who are you?” Olivia narrowed her amber eyes. “How did you get in here?” She set down the stack of dirty dishes. “Do I have to call the cops?”

The lady laughed. “Oh no, my dear. You need not waste your energy on such foolishness. I only want to help.”

“Help?” Olivia crossed her arms. “What could you possibly help me with?” She arched an eyebrow as the strange woman bounced back and forth on her heels, her massive breasts bouncing back and forth.

“Why, I just overheard you are not happy with how your life is going. How you seem stuck in this dead-end job.” She turned away. “Maybe I could do something to help you get to college. Would that interest you?”

Olivia blinked her eyes. “Why, of course, I would love to get into college as fast as I can. The less time I spend in this job, the better. But what exactly can you do to help?”

The woman turned around and smiled as she set a small cup on the table. “This small elixir will help you achieve what you want.” She held up her finger. “Now you should know that, like all things, it comes at a cost. But I think getting out of this job and into the life you want would be worth it, no?”

Olivia looked down at the small cup with the strange, swilling dark waters. “Umm, so I just drink this?”

“Of course. What do you have to lose?”

Olivia took a deep breath before grabbing the small cup and drinking it like a shot of whiskey. “Okay. That wasn’t so bad. So, what should I expect from. . .” She blinked her eyes, realizing the strange woman had vanished. “What in the world?”

“Who are you talking to?” Ronald walked into the room. “You know that is a bit strange, right?”

She turned around. “There was a strange woman in here. With a bright, bright red dress and massive breasts. You should have seen it.”

He laughed. “I think the stress of the day has gotten to you. You should head home.”

“But. . .” She sighed. “I didn’t imagine that.”

***

Later that night, Olivia sprawled out across her bedspread. “Ughh.” She rubbed her eyes as she thought back over the day’s events. “Maybe I was crazy, imagining an exotic woman in the kitchen. Besides, that strange drink hasn’t done anything. Anything besides give me a headache.” She rubbed her temple with her palms. “Ughhh, why did I give that aspiration any of my fucking time?”

She grabbed her blanket and curled up. “Ugh, tomorrow is going to be another long day.

Full of screaming customers and angry bosses. And for what? So, I can worry about not paying my rent.” She rolled her eyes. “I swear this is just a horrible time to be alive.” She put the pillow over her head and forced herself to go to sleep.

***

As she dreamt, the strange woman from earlier in the day reappeared, her boobs jiggling about as she drifted through the air. “Young Olivia. The world seeks to get you down. But you shall no longer cower in fear. When someone aggravates you, my blessing shall be upon you. Go forth and enjoy; conquer the day.”

***

Olivia woke up drenched in sweat. “What the hell?” She shook her head. “Now I am seeing that crazy woman in my dreams?” She snorted. “I must be going crazy. Yes, that is it. I am going crazy.” She sighed as she swung her legs over the bedside. “Because the last thing I need is for me to be going CRAZY!”

As she spoke the word, she felt a sudden tingle. “Ahhhh!” She grabbed her breasts as she stood up. As she looked down, she gasped. “My breasts. They. . . they. . .” She leaned against her nightstand. “They almost went up a cup size!?”

Olivia slowly stood up straight. “Wait, wait. What was it that strange woman said in my dream? That when someone aggravates me, her blessing will be upon me?” Olivia tapped her fingers on the nightstand. “Wait, does that mean my body will swell when I get pissed off?” She gulped. “I don’t know if I like that.” She took a deep breath. “Especially with how much I get pissed in the day.”

She slowly walked over to her dresser. “This is going to be abused. Just getting through my shift. No. . . just getting to work. . .” Olivia pulled out her work uniform. “I am so going to ruin this.”

She put her bra on and then slid on her yellow work shirt. Her clothing was a tad tighter than before, but it wasn’t that bad. Still, Olivia was worried about how bad things would get when her temper got the best of her. She also slid on a pair of jeans before leaving her bedroom.

“Maybe I can call my boss and tell him I won’t be in today?” She shook her head as she stepped out the door. “No. I can’t do that.” She sighed as she walked towards her car. “He would just dock my pay. It is why I hate this job. I. . .” She took a deep breath. “Careful, Olivia. You don’t want to do anything that will make my breasts into honkers now.”

She opened the door to her vehicle and slid inside. “Now to put on some music and relax on my ride to work.” She blinked her eyes as Christmas music blared over the radio waves. “Ugh, I don’t want to listen to this.” She quickly changed the station as she pulled out of the driveway. “There has to be something else!” Station after station, Olivia could only find the holiday nightmare cheer. Well, except for the one radio station talking about the news in the most boring monotone voice she had ever heard of. But there was no way she would listen to that, even if her life depended on it. Eventually, she relented and shut the radio off. “Like I need music. Silence is blissful for you, right?” She snorted, feeling her shirt tighten. “Ughh great. . .”

Ten minutes later, Olivia arrived at the diner she worked at, Greasy Pessy’s Diner. “Finally.” She stepped out of her vehicle, using her ass to close the door. “Time to get this stupid day over with.” She gulped as she felt her butt swell. “Oh, come on!” She rubbed her ass. “Can’t I just remark on how I view the day without my body changing?” She shook her head as she pulled out her key from her pants pocket and locked the door. “Today is going to be a long day.” She slid her key back into her pocket. “I still don’t see how this is supposed to help me get out of this dead-end job.”

As she entered the diner, Ronold immediately tossed her apron at her. “Hey, good timing. We are short-staffed today and need all hands-on deck.” He smiled. “Nice ass.

Did you do something?”

She snorted. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Olivia put the apron on. “So, it’s going to be a hectic one?”

“Ya. So much that I have to help with cooking duty.” He gulped. “I have never tied that. This is going to be a nightmare. Look, can you help get the tables ready? We open in fifteen minutes.”

“Wait.” She looked around the small diner. “Where is everyone else?”

“You mean the other people to help you take orders?” He sighed. “It’s just you outside of when I can step out of the kitchen.”

“What!” She felt her uniform tighten. “I can’t do this all by myself!”

Ronold’s eyes widened. “Umm. . . are you okay, Olivia?”

She looked down at her chest, realizing that her breasts had gone from a B cup to a C. “I umm. . .” She covered her chest. “Look, I am just a bit annoyed with how much work is pilled at my feet today. I will make sure to tell our lazy co-workers that much when they get back.”

“That isn’t what I meant. I swear I just saw your breasts grow.”

She laughed defensively as she turned around. “Get your imagination out of the gutter and focus on the long day ahead of you. If you are going to do nothing but leer at me all day, I am going to have to. . .” She snorted. “You don’t want to know.”

“Right. I got to help get things started in the kitchen, so you are on your own with the tables and such. Good luck, and try and have a good day.” He vanished into the other room.

“Right.” She looked down at her chest. “Have a good day, or I will get bigger. What a predicament.” It took Olivia a while, but she made sure the restaurant was ready to open, all without causing her body to swell. “Phew. I think today is going to work out.” She wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Now, to show everyone that we are open.”

As she walked to the front door, she could see that a line had already formed. “Oh boy.

Talk about a morning rush.” She took a deep breath as she flipped the sign from closed to open before unlocking the door. “Welcome and—”

The young gentleman who had been waiting in the cold slammed the door open, knocking Olivia to the ground. “It is about damn time you opened your doors. Do you know how cold it is out there? I could have frozen to death!” He tossed his jacket on her. “Now, where is the rest of your staff? I am ready to be seated.”

Olivia moaned as she tried to stand back up, her body shivering as it slowly heated up. “You. . . can’t. . . do that.”

He looked down at her as she stood up. “You are open, aren’t you?” He narrowed his eyes as she walked over to him. “Hello? I am speaking to you.”

His eyes suddenly widened as her breasts swelled, quickly pressing against her shirt as they went up, not one, not two, but three-cup sizes. “You will be quiet!” Her boobs slammed into him. “We are short-staffed today. You need to deal with it!” She felt her jeans tighten as her butt expanded, her hips slowly growing. “So unless you want a. . .” She moaned. “You want some kind of. . .” She blinked her eyes. Her breasts suddenly felt full. “You want. . .”

“Are you okay, miss?”

Oliva shook her head. “I am just.” She took a deep breath. “Look, I just don’t want to get stressed out.” She realized everyone was looking at her. “Oh my god. I am so sorry. I will get everyone your tables right away.” She blushed as they started taking pictures of her. “Please just wait here.” She made her way behind the cash register, reaching down to grab some menus. “Ugh, these damn boobs.” She moaned as her nipples rubbed against the wood. “Why did they have to grow so big?” She held back the urge to cry out in ecstasy as she stood back up, her breasts hitting the top of the counter as she did so. “Okay, if you would just follow me.”

The young man nodded his head, his eyes fixated on her breasts. As Olivia walked, her body jiggled about. “Crist.” She moaned as she slammed the menu down.

“I turned into some kind of. . . oh god!”

“I am not complaining.”