Pigging Out

"You just want women for their bodies. That makes you an absolute pig, James, and I'm going to make sure that everyone knows it."

James felt insulted. Yes, he had slept with Rebecca, but she had wanted it, too. James had "dumped" her because he didn't see a future with her. It wasn't his fault that she had been moving too quickly, or clearly had mental issues. He just hoped that she didn't carry through on her threat and start lying about what he did. After all, what else could "make sure everyone knows it" mean?

Man, he was hungry. He had just had breakfast, but that didn't seem like enough. He went over to his fridge and grabbed some leftovers from the other night. He didn't really care what they were, he just needed something in his stomach. He quickly began digging in to his brunch, snorting with pleasure as he ate. Wait, snorting? What was wrong with his nose?

His phone buzzed, signaling a text. He opened it, and saw that Rebecca had more insults to throw.

"I've cursed you, James, and it'll be more fun if you know exactly how you're cursed, and how you can stop yourself from changing. I've made it so that every time you eat, you become a little more pig-like. If you fast most of the time and eat just enough to survive, you won't change. I'm not that heartless. Anything more than survival, though, and you become more and more of the pig I know you are. Oh, and just for my amusement, I made sure that the first change was to your appetite. You should find yourself very hungry from now on. Enjoy your life, Pig, and don't get too fat too fast."