The Pendant

Ed places an antique golden necklace around his neck and closes his eyes.

“I wish to receive 100 dollars.” He says, holding the pendant in his hand. A crisp 100 dollar bill appears on the counter in front of him. “No way it's this easy.” Ed grabs the money and inspects it to see that it’s real. “I wish to receive 500 dollars!” He continues. 5 more bills appear where the first one had. Excitedly, Ed wishes for another 500 dollars. Now, at just over a thousand, Ed folds it up and puts it into his wallet. He thought that too much money too fast would raise suspicions so that oughta be all for now.

What Ed fails to know is that the necklace he possesses is called the Golden Pendant of Greed. With it you may wish for money, however with your riches comes an increase in poundage. Every hundred dollars will add a pound of fat to whomever wears it, though Ed is unaware of this curse.

The next day Ed wishes for another 1000 dollars, but upon doing so his belly fattens and the button on his pants pops off.

“Weird.” He says to himself, wondering if there was a connection there. He knew magic items tended to be tricky and there was no way this pendant was offering up all this cash with no catch. But what he didn’t realize yet was that it was indeed making him fatter.

“I wish for 100 dollars.” Ed says, looking down at himself to take note of any changes. But the single pound he gains isn’t noticeable. He makes the same wish again, and again, and again. He feels something happening, but still isn’t sure what. Upon looking at himself in the mirror, Ed sees that his belly peeks out of his shirt just a little. That didn’t always happen.

He starts connecting the dots. The tightening pants and belly poking out must either mean shrinking clothes or growing waistline.

“Are you making me fatter?” He asks the pendant, rubbing its surface with his thumb. “I’d ask that you not do that, thanks.” He laughs to himself, not too worried about the increase in mass. A fatter belly for a fatter wallet? Not an awful trade off.

“I guess I should get back to the gym, huh? I can work with this.” He takes off the necklace and places it on the counter beside his money.

That night after work, Ed goes straight to the gym and pushes himself to work off the newly added weight. The following morning he’s standing facing the mirror in the bathroom with the necklace around his neck and already dressed for work.

Something in him has awoken.

He puts a hand on his soft belly and the other on the pendant.

“I wish for 2 thousand dollars.” he says, eyeing his reflection as it begins to inflate. 20 pounds are piled onto Ed’s body, which in a weird way is starting to fascinate him. Watching the fat swell outward, feeling the tightness of his clothes. It’s all so… erotic.

“I wish for 2 thousand dollars.” he repeats, getting a hard-on as his clothes begin to stretch and rip. “This is wild. But so fucking hot.” Ed moans, groping his bulge. The seams on his pants tear as his fattening thighs bust through. Once the growing ceases Ed takes the pendant off and runs his hands all over his body. So soft and doughy and fat.

What the hell is this? I’ve never been turned on by fat before. But it feels so good.

Ed calls out of work and invites a friend over to show the pendant off to. However, elects to not inform said friend about the consequences. Instead, he had a more fun idea.

The two hadn’t seen each other in a while, so the new size wouldn’t be that hard to explain. Ed places the pendant around his neck and gestures to the coffee table in front of him and his friend Thom.

“No way you’re telling the truth. Ain’t no fuckin way.” Thom crosses his arms and grunts, thinking about how this was a waste of time coming all the way over here.

“I wish for one hundred dollars.” Ed says, and a fresh bill pops into existence in front of Thom’s eyes. The look on his face makes Ed laugh. “See, I told you. Wanna try?” Ed hands Thom the pendant. “You can wish for more, if you’d like. In fact… I’d recommend it. You can only do it a certain number of times a day, or something.” Ed lies. He was hoping Thom would wish for a large amount and get considerably fatter right there on his couch. The thought of gaining weight is starting to take over Ed’s mind more than the money.

“I wish for…” Thom thinks, debating whether or not to go wild and say some outrageous number or play it safe. “10 thousand dollars.” Ed’s eyes go wide. Uh-oh. The money appears on the table and Thom immediately grabs it all in both hands. “Holy shit! This is insane! How have you not wished for millions yet?” Just as Thom finishes speaking his waist starts to grow… and grow.

“Who knows, maybe I have millions of dollars in my bedroom. Go ahead, ask for more.” Ed nudges Thom and gives a little wink.

“I wish for another 10 thousand!” Thom says aloud, tossing money everywhere as he jumps onto his feet in excitement. Ed uncontrollably moans a little. As Thom goes for another handful of cash his belly bulges out of his shirt and his shorts tear along the side seam. Every second that goes by Thom swells fatter and fatter. “Fuck, what’s happening?!” he screams, lifting up his shirt to reveal his hairy blubbery gut which continues to grow.

“Maybe there’s a limit? It must be some sort of… punishment for asking for too much!” Ed tries his best to act surprised.

“Are you kidding me?! I’m getting fat as fuck! Help me!” Thom’s clothes reach their limits and are destroyed by the rapidly accumulating fat. He backs away from Ed in fear and desperation. “Get away from me, you did this!”

“What? How could I have done this? You’re the one wearing the…” suddenly Ed has an idea.

“I wish for 10 thousand dollars.” he shouts aloud. More money appears on the couch beside them. Thom looks at Ed in horror.

“You fucking asshole! Stop it!” he cries, pulling the pendant off and tossing it across the room. Ed goes after it as Thom backs his fat ass against the wall and keeps growing, waiting and hoping that it stops soon. He falls to the floor, grunting and groaning while his body becomes more oversized and lard-filled by the second. Once it’s over, Ed goes over to Thom and stands at his feet.

“That was fun, huh? Look how fat you got. Can you even get up? You used to be so handsome, huh? Now you’re all chubbed up and plumpened like a greedy hog on a farm.” Ed speaks, though the words didn’t seem to come from his own brain. He takes a moment to try and think about what’s happening to him, but the thought of making Thom even fatter overwhelms anything else.

“Leave me alone, you freak! Why did you do this to me?!”

Ed starts to feel bad for his friend, wanting to help him up and find clothes that fit. But something in him says “fatter, fatter, make him fatter”.

“Because, Pig. I am in control here. This stupid human released me into his vessel and now I can make you as fat as I want.” Ed’s eyes go black and a smile appears wide across his face. He holds up the pendant which now glows golden.

“What… are… you?” Thom asks, afraid of the answer.

“I am greed, I am gluttony, and I am going to ruin you.”