The Fattorusso Curse

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and 18 or older. Contains sci-fi. Not intended to be realistic. Do not copy or repost this story!! Enjoy

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Mrs. Fattorusso is the name of everyone's favorite high school teacher. She is the nicest person I've ever met. Students love her because she explains everything in a way that lets everyone understand. She is also very easy to talk to and she's so young that most students feel a connection with her as if she's a friend, not simply a good teacher. Her warm, supportive and bubbly personality is why she's the pride of my school, Bellwood High.

This year, my senior year, I've had the honor to be in Mrs. Fattorusso's class. She quickly became my favorite teacher. It took a couple months, but by May, I had become her favorite student. Unfortunately, I started to develop a massive crush on her which made it harder to pay attention in class. That's when I began staying with Mrs. Fattorusso after school for extra help to ensure my grades wouldn't slip. I thought it would be awful if liking a teacher was the reason why my grades dropped.

Most days after school it was just me and Mrs. Fattorusso. She was a great teacher so no one else had to stay after for help. Sometimes she made a joke of this and looked around the room for other students raising their hands before saying, "Oh Jack, you have a question?"

That gag got old real fast but my crush prevented it from seeming annoyingly overused. The after school help did improve my grades, however, the one on one time with Mrs. Fattorusso only strengthened my feelings for her. It grew to be impossible to take my eyes off her during class. Mrs. Fattorusso was gorgeous. As one may be able to piece together from her name, she was Italian and married to an Italian. I loved her long, silky, brown hair and big Italian brown eyes. Mrs. Fattorusso was extremely thin despite her name containing the word, "fat" in it. Her waist was the smallest I've ever seen on a grown woman. Her legs and arms were like sticks. She had a nice ass, though it was a little small. Her tits were also tiny, either an A or B cup. Normally I didn't find stick-figure skinny girls or women attractive but I fell in love with Mrs. Fattorusso because of her personality then later started to admire her short and small slinky sexy body. I remember seeing her pregnant a year or two ago and around then her body was magnificent. She had big tits, nice thighs, a round ass and a full belly. That was a long time ago and her current small frame showed no signs that she was ever plump and pregnant. Part of me wished her husband would knock her up again so I could watch her grow and swell, becoming sexier with each passing day. On the other hand, I already thought she was stunning and if she were any more attractive my grades would plummet, there would be no way I could focus then.

I was writing an essay after school with Mrs. Fattorusso when she suddenly interrupted me. "Can you do me a favor please, Jack?" Mrs. Fattorusso asked politely.

"Sure, no problem," I agreed happily.

"Could you return this book to the school library for me? I have too many tests to grade here and I really wanna get them done. Plus I was just there and I don't wanna go back and look stupid," she smiled. I nodded and took the book from her. As I was about to head out the door Mrs. Fattorusso added, "Oh and please tell them not to rent it to anyone else, it's very important that they don't. Don't worry they'll understand. Thanks honey!"

I left the classroom surprised. I wondered why Mrs. Fattorusso didn't want anyone to read this book. Before returning it I decided to flip through it to investigate. It was a small book with a red leather cover and old yellow pages. It was titled, "Family Curses" and was written by an anonymous author. I found it strange that Mrs. Fattorusso would read a book about curses as she loved nonfiction not fantasy. After looking through the pages I found nothing out of the ordinary that would force Mrs. Fattorusso to demand that the book be banned. That was, however, until I went back to the beginning and found the table of contents. The entire book was about families in the United States that were rumored to have curses placed upon them. These curses were passed down by blood as well as by marriage or name. The table of contents consisted of a long list of different last names. One of the names was Fattorusso. I laughed and thought how silly it was that Mrs. Fattorusso would ban a dumb fantasy book about made up curses just because it contained one about her last name.

It took me a while to decide whether I should read the Fattorusso chapter or not. I was afraid it would be a waste of time. I'm so glad that I decided to read it as it was incredible. According to the book, the Fattorusso's have a curse placed upon their family where anyone they love can make them fat. This was because a Fattorusso apparently stole from a wealthy family in order to immigrate to the U.S. around the days of Ellis Island. The family was then cursed by the victims as punishment for their greed and all future offspring and family members would receive this curse as they all must pay for the sins of the past which allowed them to live comfortably in the U.S. The curse was also based upon the obvious presence of the word fat in Fattorusso. It made me laugh, yet, it was so intriguing. The book claimed that the curse made any Fattorusso gain weight whenever touched by a loved one who says the word fat. The example stated if one were to simply poke the midsection of a Fattorusso and utter the word "fat" that Fattorusso would instantly gain weight in their midriff or any area touched while the word was spoken.

I smiled. Although I found the book ridiculous I did think it was hot that someone could control the size of another person like that. It got me thinking of how thin Mrs. Fattorusso was... and how she could benefit from a weight gain. My cock grew at the thought of making Mrs. Fattorusso's tiny tits into giant melons. I blushed, realizing I was in school with a huge hard-on. I quickly ran to the school library, returned the book, and bolted back to Mrs. Fattorusso.

"Thank you sweetheart! You're too kind," Mrs. Fattorusso complimented. She held up her hands in a heart formation. I had never seen her do that to any student before. It was then that yet another naughty thought entered my mind. I wondered if our special bond was close enough to count as her loving me. If she did love me then, according to that book, I had the power to alter her body. I was too nervous, skeptical, and scared to try it. I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. My essay remained unfinished as I stared at Mrs. Fattorusso's beautiful face and petite tits. Her skin was a classic Italian whiteish-olive tan. Eventually she caught me staring. To my surprise she beamed. "You're so cute, have a good day!" She waved while motioning toward the clock. It was time to go home.

The next day was a Friday and I had Mrs. Fattorusso's class. The class was dedicated to finishing up our essays. Everyone was busy typing away at their laptops or secretly wasting time watching a movie on them. Meanwhile, Mrs. Fattorusso was walking around the room from student to student helping them with their essays and any questions they had. My eyes were locked on her small, round, ass. My dick had never been more stiff. I was so tempted to reach out and touch her while whispering "fat" just to test the curse that the book claimed she had. There were too many other students in the class, too many potential witnesses. There was no way I could get away with it. I was getting too worked up. I couldn't focus. I asked Mrs. Fattorusso if I could go to the bathroom. She smiled and nodded.

As I walked past Mrs. Fattorusso I brushed my right hand across her butt. I kept my hand halfway in my pocket so it would look like an accident. In fact it didn't look like an accident, it looked like nothing happened. Once my hand made contact with the backside of her maroon colored jeans, I whispered "fat." I took another step before turning to see if anything had happened. To my amazement Mrs. Fattorusso released a small gasp as her ass slightly expanded outward. It didn't grow much, only enough for her to notice that her jeans were suddenly tighter. The rest of the class didn't notice. They were distracted by their electronics and the impending doom of their essay grades.

I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. The mirror was drenched from my forceful splashes. Being half Irish gave me very white skin although my reflection revealed I was even whiter than usual. I was as pale as a ghost. After a minute or two I calmed down. My erection never faded. The curse was real and Mrs. Fattorusso loved me! I was in shock. I'd never be able to focus in her class again.

I swiftly walked to my seat when returning to the classroom. Luckily, nobody saw the fierce erection trying to break through my shorts. The rest of class was torture. I had to sit and pretend as though I didn't have the ability to make Mrs. Fattorusso into a thick, curvy woman.

Mrs. Fattorusso rushed back and forth from student to student. I watched her ass as she moved. It was only slightly larger than before though I could see her jeans looked a lot tighter. I wanted to touch her butt and make those small cheeks grow so badly. Then she stopped to help the kid right in front of me. She bent over to read what she had written so far. Mrs. Fattorusso's ass was right in my face as she leaned. It was on full display right there within reach. It was as if she were teasing me, tempting me to make her ass grow. I gave in to temptation. I didn't care if anyone saw me touch Mrs. Fattorusso's behind, I didn't care how she would react. I just knew I couldn't live any longer without doing it. My hands shot out and took one asscheek in each hand while whispering "fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!" Her ass immediately began to grow.

Mrs. Fattorusso stood up straight and jumped a little. She was not expecting anyone, especially her favorite student, to grab her ass. "Everyone please leave now!" Mrs. Fattorusso ordered urgently. "Go! Go to study hall, now! Except you, Jack," Mrs. Fattorusso demanded. Suddenly, her jeans made groaning, creaking noises as the material was being stretched to its limit. The class was confused and lingered a bit as they left. Some noticed Mrs. Fattorusso's ass was quite larger than usual but nobody commented on it. "Leave now, please!" Mrs. Fattorusso begged. There was a clear sense of pain in her voice. Her jeans were painfully constricting her new and increasingly plump bubble butt. She bent over and gasped as her jeans ripped vertically down her ass.

I was petrified. I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't realize her pants would get that tight or that her ass would grow so large. I thought I was in huge trouble. Mrs. Fattorusso knew I touched her and made her gain weight in her backside. She was going to kill me. I was going to be expelled from school. At least that's what I thought.

When everyone left. Mrs. Fattorusso struggled to stand, then walked over to lock the door. Next, she tossed her long brown hair behind her shoulders as she scooted with stiff pants back toward me. Once in front of my desk she stopped. "So you know my little secret huh? You like making your teacher fat? You want to embarrass her like this?" She pointed to the tears in her jeans which overflowed with her pent up ass-flesh. Before I could reply Mrs. Fattorusso continued, "why did you wanna hurt me like this?" She lifted up her shirt just enough to unveil how tight her jeans were constricting her body. It looked awfully painful.

"No, I'm so sorry!" I apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you or embarrass you!"

Mrs. Fattorusso nodded and held my hand. "Ok, it's ok. I remember what it's like to be a horny 18 year old. I'll forgive you as long as you help me out of these jeans. I think I'm gonna explode if they stay on any longer."

I was surprised by how calm she was. Mrs. Fattorusso wasn't angry at all. It was almost as if she expected this to happen. "Sure, of course I'll help you!" I answered out of guilt. Mrs. Fattorusso tugged at her jeans and started to rip them apart.

"Just tear them off, they're useless now anyway," Mrs. Fattorusso directed. I grabbed a handful of her jeans and tore away. Slowly but surely we demolished her pants until they were just shreds of material. Mrs. Fattorusso stripped off the last remaining pieces and sighed in relief. There she stood, naked from the waist down. It hadn't occurred to me that the expansion would rip her panties off too yet it had. Her thin, grey short sleeved shirt was too small to cover her exposed ass or pussy. My dick twitched from excitement.

"Oh thank God!" Mrs. Fattorusso breathed. She rubbed her now wide, heavy, thick ass. My mouth watered watching her slender hands mash those soft pillowy cheeks in relief. "That feels so much better." I was shocked again when Mrs. Fattorusso gave her round behind a slap. This was soon followed by a wink in my direction. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but no, that happened.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Fattorusso I don't know what came over me," I apologized weakly. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do.

Mrs. Fattorusso practically ignored my apology. She continued to admire her new bubble butt. "Damn, you see how big you made my ass? How am I supposed to go home? It's not like there's any spare pants here and certainly none that would fit me," Mrs. Fattorusso explained.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking!" I apologized again.

Mrs. Fattorusso smiled at me. "Stop apologizing and start helping."

I was confused. "Help you with what?"

"I figured someone would find out about the curse sooner or later," Mrs. Fattorusso began. "To be honest I kinda developed a crush on you and I found myself wondering what would happen if you were the one who figured out my secret. The more I thought about it the more I wanted it to happen. I had planned on teasing you in class everyday to see how you'd react but it looks like you couldn't control yourself on day one!" Mrs. Fattorusso giggled sweetly. Meanwhile I was in shock. The teacher I had a crush on was lusting after me? It was so surreal.

"You... like me?" I asked in a daze.

Mrs. Fattorusso laughed and never answered me. "Come here, I need your help," she ordered. She held out one finger to beckon me toward her. I walked closer though I had trouble maintaining eye contact with the half naked teacher. "Although I'm loving this thick ass you gave me, it looks somewhat strange. It's out of place is what I mean. Everywhere else on my body is tiny, microscopic, and then boom! A big fat ass! It just doesn't look right."

After hearing Mrs. Fattorusso's explanation I started to figure out what she wanted help with, although, I couldn't believe it.

"I need you to fill me out," Mrs. Fattorusso continued. "I need you to add some thickness to my thighs, not too much but enough to support this heavy ass you gave me. It would help make it look more natural."

My cock was fully erect. She wanted me to touch her and make her bigger. Eventually I realized I had froze in shock. I quickly nodded in agreement and approached Mrs. Fattorusso. I stood in front of her, my swollen cock inches away from her exposed pussy. I placed one hand on each of her thin thighs. My fingers were on her inner thighs close to her pussy lips. I began to rub them up and down as I repeated, "fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!" Mrs. Fattorusso's thighs expanded until my hands were clamped between them. My dick throbbed in my shorts. Her thighs had pushed my hands up to touch her pussy. It was an accident yet I found it to be wet and radiating heat.

"Oh yeahhhh," Mrs. Fattorusso moaned. I removed my hands from her thighs causing me to rub her shaved pussy. This action resulted in another moan from Mrs. Fattorusso. "Damn you made my thighs thicker than I wanted... but I think they actually look sexier!" Mrs. Fattorusso commented as she rubbed her thighs and ass. "Oh fuck!" she gasped. Her hands reached down to spread her thighs apart to reveal her pussy. "I think you said 'fat' while accidentally touching my pussy because it looks somewhat puffier, more prominent. That explains why I suddenly got hornier, my clit is bigger and more sensitive. We'll have to be careful. I don't want you messing up my body, only make improvements. Damn I'm starting to look like a milf!"

"You were always a milf," I replied bravely. "I mean you were always so gorgeous."

Mrs. Fattorusso laughed. "Thank you, sweetheart. It's cute that you're nervous but you should calm down. I still need your help to improve my body. With a few adjustments I could be really sexy."

"Are you joking you're beyond sexy already!" I replied without hesitation. My eager response made me appear more confident. Mrs. Fattorusso blushed. She reached down to rub her pussy. Her fingers appeared wet afterward.

"Hey you have to stop complimenting me or else I'm gonna get distracted," Mrs. Fattorusso warned. "Now while I can still think straight, I need you to make my breasts bigger. With this fat ass and thighs you gave me, I'm feeling a little back heavy or off balance. Can you enlarge my breasts, balance me out?" Mrs. Fattorusso spoke in a sultry tone. I was surprised at how horny she seemed. She was always a very affectionate teacher yet now she was lusting after either me or my ability to alter her body.

I carefully placed one hand on each of her breasts. Mrs. Fattorusso was still wearing a bra and a T-shirt so I didn't get to touch her tit-flesh directly though they felt amazing even through the fabric. I couldn't believe I was standing in a classroom holding the tits of my half naked teacher.

"Um, honey? I'm glad you like my tits but you're supposed to be making them bigger not just feeling me up," Mrs. Fattorusso smiled. I nodded.

"Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!" I repeated. Mrs. Fattorusso's breasts heaved forward. She moaned loudly as her tits rose through the cup sizes. Her nipples grew more erect the larger her breasts became. I loved the feeling of her tits pressing forward against my hands as they swelled. Mrs. Fattorusso's grey shirt rode up on her body. It wasn't long before I heard a snapping sound. Her bra had come undone. The pressure between Mrs. Fattorusso's tits and shirt kept her bra in place.

"Wait, stop! You're making them too big!" Mrs. Fattorusso groaned. Her breasts swelled passed D cups. Her shirt was only covering her tits.

"Fat, fat, fat!" I stated. My own lust prevented me from listening. Mrs. Fattorusso stepped away from me, not wanting me to make her breasts any bigger. They continued to grow until they were well beyond DD. Her monumental melons stretched her shirt thin. The sharp points of Mrs. Fattorusso's erect nipples poked through her strained shirt.

"Ohhhh," Mrs. Fattorusso moaned. Without her bra she had to hold her breasts up with her arms. Eventually the fabric gave out and her shirt ripped in the middle between her breasts. Soon after the destruction of Mrs. Fattorusso's shirt, her expansion came to an end. Each individual breast was the size of a watermelon. Her nipples were so thick they were as tall as a marshmallow. I was slightly embarrassed at what I had done to Mrs. Fattorusso's body yet too aroused to truly care.

"Uh, fuck!" Mrs. Fattorusso gasped. She rubbed her massive mammaries. "I told you not to screw up my body, damnit!" Her bra fell to the floor as she removed her shredded shirt. "If you screw up my body I'll screw with your grades!" Mrs. Fattorusso warned.

At first I thought she was serious. Then I realized I had all the power in the situation. She couldn't lower my grades for no good reason. Even if she did I didn't care about my grades nearly as much as she cared about how her body looked. Additionally, she was standing in the middle of the classroom naked with no spare clothing... what could she do? I was the only one who could help her and I had the power to alter her body. I had all the cards. She couldn't threaten me. This thought made me fantasize of what I could do with my power.