The Curse - A BBW gets a downgrade

[Fat_Ginny]

Hey folks! Long time off-and-on reader of this forum, so I thought I would try my hand at writing something. Hopefully you folks like it!

This is a sort of “body transformation” story, where a vain and betraying BBW gets various downgrades in the looks department. Elements I am exploring are breast shrinking, hair loss, and teeth loss.


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Ginny made her way back to the table with a pair of hot latte’s in each hand. The coffee shop was a bit on the crowded side, and so the bulky, overweight woman had to squeeze around a few customers, but eventually she made her way back.


Lowering her rather enormous posterior back into the chair, she set one of the lattes in front of the table’s other occupant - her best friend, Fatima.


“So, tell me more about this curse thing, Fatty?” smirked Ginny as she took a large slurp out of her own sugary beverage. Fatima herself winced a bit at the nickname, even though it wasn’t really descriptive. The two women couldn’t be more different, actually. Where Ginny was…well quite frankly, she was fat. Typically the woman referred to herself as “plump” or “curvy”, but the reality was that she had blown way past those descriptors, and was firmly in the “fat” category. Fatima herself was quite tall and skinny - certainly skinnier than she really wanted to be. So it was clear that Ginny calling her “Fatty” in that annoying way was just projection from her clearly overweight friend.


“Oh it’s just this silly thing my grandma says all the time” replied Fatima, waving her hand dismissively. “She’s from the old country and has a lot of really old style ideas. Thinks she’s some sort of witch or something, basically? Well, she has always said that she put a protection curse over the women in our family. Essentially it’s something about how if we are ever betrayed. Like…SERIOUSLY betrayed by our friends, then that person will lose everything that they value about themselves”


“Wow, that’s just so crazy!” exclaimed Ginny, taking another generous (and slightly obnoxious sounding) slurp from her latte. “I can’t believe people would believe superstitious nonsense like that in this day and age!”


Bored with the topic now, Ginny pulled out her sequin-covered phone and began to check her various socials. Fatima sighed in exasperation. She loved Ginny - she was fun and had been a great friend to her in the past, but the woman was more than a little bit self-absorbed at times. Despite her vast bulk, she was quite vain about her body. Ginny was constantly wearing tight, revealing clothes (usually ones that showed off her huge boobs and cleavage - a trait that Fatima was more than a little bit jealous of), fussing with her hair, and almost constantly checking her preternaturally white teeth to make sure there were no lipstick stains or food stuck in there.


To be honest, Fatima admired Ginny for that, because despite not being a super skinny supermodel type, she had a certain sexiness. She knew that her curvy body (despite being fat) was sexy to many guys and she played up her advantages as much as she could.


She also was more than a little bit culturally insensitive - never once asking Fatima where her actual heritage came from, or inquiring about her family much. Ginny’s dismissal of Fatima’s grandmother’s beliefs was another example of that. But hey, nobody was perfect right?


“So how’s work going?” Ginny asked somewhat disinterestedly.


“Oh pretty great, actually!” exclaimed Fatima with enthusiasm, “Our nanite research has hit some pretty serious breakthroughs lately! It’s all very exciting, and the applications in the medical field are almost limitless!”


“Uh huh, that’s so interesting…” muttered GInny. God love her, Ginny was never blessed much in the brains department, and Fatima’s highly technical job tended to make her eyes gloss over, when she talked about it too much. Fatima was one of the leading scientists in her field, and had devoted much of her life to the development of nanites - microscopic robots that could be programmed to perform a variety of tasks. Sensing that she had lost the airheaded Ginny, Fatima switched topics


“So things have cooled off with Tyler, a bit” remarked Fatima, watching Ginny’s face intently. “I don’t know what it is - things seemed to be going pretty well, and then he just seemed to lose interest a bit”


“Oh no, Fatty, that’s not good!” exclaimed Ginny. For a split second, a guilty look flashed across her face, but it went away quickly. “Oh I’m sure it’s nothing. You know men - mercurial like the sea! Just give him time, he’ll figure out what an awesome catch you are.”


“I don’t know, Ginny, if I didn’t know better, I’d say there was another woman involved.”


“Oh come on! We are talking about Tyler here! He thinks the sun rises and sets in your panties” Ginny joked, ending with a somewhat nervous laugh.


Fatima inspected Ginny’s face for a long while, before answering. “Yeah…yeah I guess you are probably right, Gin. And anyways, if someone IS cheating with him, they’ll have to deal with my grandmother’s curse!” joked Fatima, fluttering her fingers and making spooky ghost noises


Ginny chuckled as well, but it seemed a bit…forced somehow. Clearly nervous, she took a huge swig from her fattening beverage. After that, the conversation meandered to other things, and the two friends had a nice time whiling away the afternoon gossiping.


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Later on that evening, Fatima poured herself a huge glass of wine, and settled down into her couch. Tyler had canceled their date, claiming he was feeling a bit sick, and didn’t want to pass it along to her. Fatima had pretty much expected that excuse, but it was no big deal really. Fatima had other evening plans lined up…


Opening up her laptop, Fatima hit a few keys and then leaned back, sipping her wine. The computer was showing some sort of camera footage. It was Ginny’s house. And there was Ginny answering her door. Tyler had come over.

Fatima had known that Tyler was cheating on her with Ginny for weeks now. She had suspected early on, and her suspicions were confirmed after she had sent her nanite minions out on surveillance duty. Her work HAD achieved some serious breakthroughs recently, and the results were about to be very much apparent in a few moments…


Fatima had spun that phony story about a curse for a reason. Her grandmother was no witch - really, witches weren’t even a thing in her family’s culture, but Ginny being such an airhead, had no idea. The curse story was merely a cover, to give an explanation for what Fatima’s nanites were programmed to do.


Fatima’s nanite research had achieved some truly exciting biological applications, that would end up changing the world, in the fullness of time. After the laborious testing and red tape was resolved, her bio-nanites would save lives. Change lives for the better.


But in the meantime, they would change GINNY’S life in a different sort of way.


Despite her cheating with Tyler, Fatima didn’t really want to lose Ginny as a friend. She had known the woman for years, and they had been through some difficult times together. And really, Ginny wasn’t a bad person, despite all that. She was just vain, airheaded and jealous of everything that Fatima had. It was always that way - she loved her dearly, but Ginny couldn’t really help herself, once her envy and jealousy took over. But, Fatima was going to be damned if some scumbag was going to break up THEIR friendship. Just wasn’t worth it. But still…Ginny had hurt Fatima deeply, and she simply could not let that slide.


Not without payback.


During the course of their chat at the coffee shop, Fatima had spiked Ginny’s latte with nanites, when she wasn’t looking. The greedy fat woman had guzzled it down without a second thought. Even now, billions of microscopic robots were running through Ginny’s bulky body - ready to enact their programming.


Programming that would trigger when Tyler’s semen touched Ginny’s body.


It was justice in a way, thought Fatima with a smirk. Nothing would happen if they didn’t have sex. If Ginny said no, she’d get to keep all her…advantages. But that possibility was dashed, when Tyler and Ginny basically started tearing each other’s clothes off.


One thing about Tyler was that he was VERY well endowed. Almost too much, really, mused Fatima to herself. Tyler was one of those guys who thought that having a big dick automatically made him some sort of sex god. When the reality was that he was just a dumbass who slammed his big member inside of a woman, with no thought to her satisfaction. It also seemed to give him the idea that he could stick that big dick wherever he liked with no thought of the consequences.


Apparently Ginny must have been some sort of “size queen” or something, as the fat woman couldn’t keep her chubby hands off of his massive dick. It figures that the jealous cow would be that way - basically wanting the “toy” that her best friend had. Moaning and squealing in anticipation, they practically ran to Ginny’s bed, and began to get down to it.


Not trusting the “himbo” Tyler to do the job right, Ginny ended up on top. Tyler, to his credit, took that pretty well - Ginny weighed precisely 326 lbs (according to the data Fatima’s nanites were delivering), and being under all that bulk and flab couldn’t have been easy.


One thing about Ginny was that she was incredibly busty. All her life, she had been a big, fat girl, but the one (or two, really) advantages of all that weight was that her boobs were enormous. Ginny was inordinately proud of her cow udder-like boobs - which was very evident as she dangled them both in Tyler’s face as she fucked him.


“I bet you don’t get this with flat tits Fatima!!” crowed Ginny as she bounced her flab up and down on Tyler’s enormous member. Fatima had been reconsidering her course of action somewhat until that comment. Self-consciously she crossed an arm over her somewhat under-developed chest, and scowled. Enjoy those huge boobs while you can, bitch. For his part, Tyler just laughed and squeezed Ginny’s udders like he was trying to milk her.


Before long they finished…and Tyler’s cum triggered the dormant nanites inside Ginny’s body.


Billions of machines immediately went to work, making…changes. The first change was to Ginny’s glossy black hair. Systematically, the nanites killed off follicle after follicle, rendering them dormant. Permanently. The fat woman was still making mewling noises, and softly moving up and down on top of Tyler’s hips, and didn’t notice any changes.


Until her hair started falling out.


It was slow at first - just a lock sliding off the top of GInny’s head, and landing on Tyler’s chest. Then the one lock was followed by another. And another. One lock of hair landed in Tyler’s mouth, and he spat it out in surprise.


“Ginny, what’s happening to your hair??”


“Oh what are you…” muttered Ginny in an irritated voice. Reaching up to her head, it felt…strange. Pulling her hand away, she saw a HUGE clump of her beautiful black hair stuck to her hand. “EWWWW YUCK!!!” she screamed flailing her hand around. At that point, her hair basically began to rain down from her increasingly balded head.


Her hair fell out all around Ginny. Some of it landing on top of the hapless Tyler. Other strands of it ended up on the bed. A massive portion of it fell down on top of Ginny’s huge tits. In a few moments, Ginny was completely, and very permanently, bald


“MY HAIR!!!!” shrieked Ginny in a high pitched voice! “MY HAIR!!! WHAT’S HAPPENING??? I’M FUCKING BALD!!!”


Fatima was treated to a fairly comical sight, as her now bald-headed friend tried to grab clumps of her hair and stick them back on top of her head somehow, as if that were going to work. Clearly Ginny wasn’t in her right mind, but it was funny watching her hands flutter over her new chrome dome, desperately looking for any amount of hair, and finding only bald skin. Ginny was REALLY not one to pull off the bald look, snickered Fatima to herself.


But that wasn’t the end of it.


Fatima had described the “curse” as making the victim lose everything that they value about themselves. And certainly Ginny was more than a little bit vain about her pretty hair - which is why Fatima had made it a target for the nanites. But of course, Ginny’s hair wasn’t their only target. Ginny was also pretty vain about those huge tits of hers


The billions of nanite machines inside Ginny’s massive bust started going to work.


Ginny noticed a tingling sensation in her chest, and looked down at her impressive tits in confusion. As she was looking, her tits started to shrink.


Slowly at first, they didn’t seem to dangle as low as they had previously. Still an impressive chest, but the difference was pretty noticeable. Ginny’s eyes widened in fear.


“No! NO!!! Not my tits!!! Please, I’M SORRY!!! PLEASE CURSE, I NEED MY TITS!!!” shrieked the fat woman in utter panic. Mistakenly thinking a magic curse was affecting her, she begged and pleaded, clutching her huge boobs protectively. Fatima listened to Ginny’s begging, with something akin to glee.


Say goodbye to those stupid udders, bitch, thought Fatima to herself. You won’t be dangling them in anyone’s face every again!


Slowly, but very noticeably, Ginny’s tits began to shrink. The hugely impressive boobs began to lose much of their impressiveness. Ginny herself began to cry and sob, pulling at her tits, as if she could somehow stop them from pulling back into her flabby chest. But her efforts were completely pointless, as they kept getting smaller.


The nanites inside Ginny’s body were permanently altering her DNA, and redistributing the fat tissue to other parts of her body. Fatima knew that Ginny was more than a little bit sensitive about her huge tummy, so Fatima decided to give her a little bit extra to be sensitive about - all the mass from her huge tits was relocated to her belly, causing it to swell and sag even more than it already did.


Shrieking and panicking, Tyler and Ginny scrambled off of each other, Ginny sobbing and rubbing her shrinking tits. Tyler, for his own part, screamed in fear - this seemed like a horror movie of some kind! His absurdly huge penis dangled between his legs, covered in Ginny’s juices.


And also covered in Ginny’s nanites


Fatima had decided that Ginny would not be the sole recipient of the “curse”, and had programmed the nanites to replicate themselves and transfer over to Tyler’s own pride and joy - his enormous cock.


Feeling a tingling between his legs, Tyler looked downwards, only to see his huge penis start to shrink, just like Ginny’s boobs. “Wait! WAIT!!! NOOOOOOO!!!” he screamed, like a little boy who just had his favorite toy taken away. Desperately he grabbed his dick, trying to stem the change, but it was pointless. Smaller and smaller his cock shrunk, shriveling up into a pathetic little nub. Fatima had programmed the nanites to alter his cock size to precisely three inches in size, while hard.


Whimpering pathetically, and covering his tiny little nub, Tyler turned and ran like the cowardly scumbag he was. Not even bothering to get dressed, he ran naked into his car, and drove away. Neither Ginny nor Fatima ever saw the now tiny-cocked “man” ever again.


Ginny’s tits had finally finished shrinking (and her belly finally finished expanding). Ginny wasn’t “flat” exactly - someone as fat as her couldn’t really be flat. That’s not how the human body worked. But what was left of her tits were truly pathetic looking. Shrunk down to approximately B-cups, Ginny tits were small, and droopy. She had the same huge nipples she used to have, but now they pointed downwards, as if ashamed of themselves, They rested pathetically on the fat shelf of her huge tummy.


Moaning in shock, Ginny had one hand desperately trying to cover up her newly bald head, and the other one covering up her tiny, saggy little boobs. The “curse” seemed to have subsided.


But that was when her two front teeth fell right out of her head, resting on her now-revealed tummy


You see, Ginny was always very vain about her smile. She had spent a lot of money on braces, and teeth whitening. To be honest, her smile could brighten up a room! And that was why Fatima decided on taking it away.


The nanites had done their work, and were systematically destroying the roots of Ginny’s Teeth. Her roots were taken apart, and the material turned into fats and proteins (waste not, want not) to be stored for later. Unfortunately, without their roots, this had the side effect of Ginny’s teeth not being secured in her jaws anymore.

Staring dumbly down at the two rootless teeth sitting on her bloated gut, Ginny ran her tongue over the huge gap in her smile. “Oh…Oh no…nooo please…” she whimpered pathetically, instinctively knowing what was about to happen. And happen it did.


Like a landslide, Ginny’s teeth began to tumble right out of her mouth. A rain of brilliant pearly whites, every single tooth in Ginny’s mouth just fell out. There was no blood or anything, as the nanites had done their job efficiently, but after a few moments, Ginny’s naked, pink gums were all that was left.


With a scream that left all her other screams in the dust, the bald, boobless and now toothless fat woman desperately tried to scoop up her teeth off the floor. Similar to what she had done with her hair, Ginny frantically tried to stick her teeth back inside her mouth where they belonged. This was completely pointless of course, and all’s it did was make Fatima laugh in derision as she watched the whole thing on her secret cameras, sipping her wine the whole time.


And so that was where the “curse” ended. It (the nanites) had taken away every physical trait that Ginny was vain about. Her luscious hair. Her massive tits. Her brilliant white smile. Thinking that the curse had affected her because of the betrayal she had done against Fatima, all’s Ginny could do was sit naked on the floor, crying and apologizing to the “curse”. Ginny was a shadow of her former self - a fat, hairless, boobless and toothless ball of flab, sobbing and crying about her new body - all changes that her loyal nanites would ensure were permanent alterations. Finishing her wine, Fatima turned off her nanite cameras, with a smile of satisfaction.


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EPILOGUE


As mentioned before, Tyler was gone for good. WIth his huge cock gone, Tyler could no longer play the field like he used to. The last thing Fatima had heard, was that he was hiring himself out as some sort of tiny penis slave to certain very cruel and very strict doms.


Fatima and Ginny remained fast friends. Ginny’s betrayal was certainly painful, but Fatima had balanced the scales in her mind, by taking away the sources of all of Ginny’s vanity.


Ginny had hidden for a few weeks, taking some vacation time off of work. She used the time by finding a good looking wig to hide her bald head. One that approximated her original hair style. She also went to the dentist and purchased a pair of pearly white dentures. She managed to find a girdle that would suck in her newly expanded belly a bit. And lastly…she found an affordable pair of silicone breast forms that she could stick inside her bra, making her chest look like it’s formerly busty self.


Of course all this was superficial, and sometimes when Fatima found herself feeling irritated at her friend, she would watch footage of Ginny’s new morning routine: taping her wig on, to cover up that ridiculous bald dome, gluing her teeth inside her toothless mouth, struggling on her girdle, and adjusting her phoney “boobs” inside their heavy bra prison now. It always gave Fatima a cruel sense of satisfaction, seeing how she had maintained their balance.


Ginny, desperate to hide all her physical shortcomings now, never told Fatima about what had happened. She pretended that her wig was her real hair, that her teeth were real, etc. And really, Ginny did a good job of hiding it all! The only real change was she no longer wore low-cut tops anymore (since it would reveal her breast forms). Fatima, for her part, liked to “compliment” Ginny sometimes


“Oh, are you doing something different with your hair?”

“Your teeth look fantastic! You must tell me what you use for whitening”

“Have you been dieting? You look like you lost weight!”

“I wish I had your curves, Gin. If I was as busty as you, I’d be showing it off all the time!”


Ginny would take all these compliments with a noticeable wince, knowing that her beauty was only achieved through fakery, anymore. But she, of course, had to pretend, and cheerfully thank Fatima for her “compliments”.


Some lessons are learned the hard way.