I surprised myself, working on this one, I sat down to get started on it one day morning and I was DONE by noon! I’ve never managed to start and finish a whole chapter in a single sitting before…
Anyways, as always, if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]
Gwen’s Curse: Chapter 1, Part 1
“Ugh, this is so bo~ring~…” Ben groaned, rolling his head back as he slouched in place and let his arms hang limp in an exaggerated, overly-dramatic gesture.
Gwen was running out of patience, herself, but for very different reasons. The redhead stood up, planting her wrist on one hip, her hand occupied by her pocket-sized notebook, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a scowl as she narrowed her eyes into a glare. “Listen, dweeb, you PROMISED you would do ANYTHING I wanted if I helped you buy that Sumo Slammers card, and it’s time to pay up.” She said, bending forward at the waist and gesturing down at the ground with the purple chalk in her other hand, specifically, at the chalk circle he stood inside, half-surrounded with mysterious symbols. “So you’re going to stand there, be quiet, and let me try out this spell! And unless you want me to mess it up and accidentally turn you into a frog, you’ll STOP DISTRACTING ME.” She snapped, causing ben to flinch away, slightly. He was silent for a moment as Gwen’s eyes narrowed even further, glowering at him for a moment, before she straightened up, sank down to her knees again, and went back to work on the symbols.
Ben heaved a sigh of relief as her attention turned away. For a few moments, he actually tried staying quiet, but this wasn’t just boredom, this was EXTREME boredom. She’d insisted he wasn’t supposed to leave the circle, but the circle was too small for him to pace around in, or even to sit down in, so all he could do was stand there, not moving, just looking around at the wall of pines surrounding their little campsite. He felt the weight of the watch on his wrist, and there was a distinct temptation to fiddle around with it, see if he could figure anything out, but the last time he tried that Gwen had smacked him with her little notebook.
The silence was too much to bear. “So… what’s all this supposed to DO, anyways?” Ben finally asked, looking down at the circle around his feet.
Gwen paused. “...It’s supposed to make you stronger.” She answered after a moment.
Ben’s eyes lit up. “Really? Like, magically stronger, or, like, will it give me more muscles? Do you think it’ll affect the aliens? Oh man, imagine Fourarms, but even STRONGER!”
Gwen sighed. “Calm down. I think it makes your muscles bigger, but it’s only temporary.”
Ben paused, the gears in his brain turning, slowly. “...You think? You don’t KNOW?”
Gwen sighed again, more exasperated before, though there was a little flush of pink on her cheeks. “Shut up, dweeb! It’s not like there’s a dictionary for these weird runes, you know.”
“So you don’t actually KNOW what this spell does? You’re just gonna cast it on me and see what happens!? I don’t wanna be your guinea pig! What if it makes me go bald or something?!” Ben demanded, hands shooting up to his head.
Gwen smirked, wryly. “You’re not cute enough to be a guinea pig, you’re more like a... lab rat.” She teased. “Relax, you dork. Look, I know what I’m doing! I translated most of the spell, there’s just some… blanks.”
“Like WHAT?” Ben shot back.
Gwen sighed, yet again, this time throwing a roll of the eyes in to illustrate just how aggravating he was. “Okay, so, the spell’s a little complicated, but basically, it’s an enhancement ritual. It makes the target better somehow.” She explained, gesturing at some of the symbols with her chalk. “Like, this rune is ‘change’ and it’s linked to the ‘body’ and ‘growth’ runes here, then this rune here stabilizes the spell and is paired with this set that declares the duration. These ones over here specify the target has to be a boy, and they’re cross-linked all over the circle, so I can’t change them without having to rework the whole spell, plus, conjugating it for ‘girl’ involves a character I haven’t figured out the pronunciation for yet. The only parts I’m not totally clear on are these ones in the middle that are linked to ‘growth’, ‘male’, and then this pair which I’m pretty sure mean ‘life’ and ‘strength’ but they’re sorta compounded in a way I haven’t seen before...”
Ben had, of course, tuned her out after the first sentence or two. She always got like this, why couldn’t she just answer the question instead of going off on a tangent about boring magic stuff forever…
“BEN!” Gwen snapped, angrily.
“Ugh, what?” Ben responded with a groan.
“...Fine, you know what, if you don’t care enough to listen when I’m trying to explain this, then I’m not gonna repeat myself, just stand there and wait, as long as you don’t move out of the circle and don’t distract me! These are very delicate runes, you know, like, ‘hour’ turns into ‘endless’ if you do a couple strokes left-to-right instead of right-to-left…”
Ben had already tuned her out, again, his eyes roaming around the campsite again. Even staring at trees was more interesting than listening to her go on about how ‘mysterious’ and ‘fascinating’ magic was. It just sounded like math and grammar to him, and he was NOT going to think about EITHER during summer vacation.
Time crawled by as Gwen scooched around the circle, muttering to herself and checking her notebook over and over as she drew each rune in turn, double-checking her work, before finally standing up. Ben perked up as she suddenly moved. “Are you done yet? Please say yes, I think I’m dying of boredom.” He groaned.
“Yeah, yeah, I just wanna double-check the reference for these runes.” Gwen replied, turning for the rustbucket.
“Come onnnnn, I gotta pee, let’s just get this over with!”
Gwen’s lips tightened. “...Know what? Fine. It’s your bones, anyways.” She grumbled, turning back around to face the circle and holding out her hands.
“Wait, what does that...?” Ben began to ask, but his words drifted off as Gwen closed her eyes and began to speak the spell. Her voice took on a weird echo, even though they were outside and there was nothing for her voice to echo off of, and a breeze suddenly picked up from nowhere. Ben suddenly felt nervous as the chalk lines around his feet began to glow with soft pink-purple light, and the wind from nowhere started to swirl around him and Gwen. The sun suddenly seemed dimmer, like the light from the circle was cancelling out the sunshine, and the wind whirled faster and faster. Gwen’s hands began to glow with that same pink light, and when she opened her eyes again, they were glowing too. Her voice grew louder and louder, more and more distorted by the echo, until he could barely tell it was her voice that was booming in his ears. Ben brought his hands to his ears, trying to quiet the deafening chant, but they did nothing to dull the echoing voice or the howling of the wind, he squeezed his eyes shut…
Then, like a switch had flipped, everything went silent. Ben’s eyes cracked open, cautiously, only to find the world exactly as it was before Gwen had started the spell, the sun bright overhead, the air calm and still… He pulled his hands away from his ears, glancing down to see the chalk circle that had surrounded him was entirely gone. He didn’t feel any different... He glanced up to see Gwen standing there, arms still outstretched, her head tilted back slightly, eyes unfocused and staring into the sky… Then her hands drooped, and all at once, it was like somebody had cut the strings of a marionette, and she fell limp.
“Gwen!” Ben shouted, springing forward to try and catch her before she hit the ground.
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Gwen’s eyes cracked open, slowly. “Wha…” she muttered, blinking a few times to try and clear her vision.
“Well, look who’s awake!” A warm, somewhat gravelly voice greeted.
Gwen turned and looked in the voice’s direction and found Grandpa Max smiling warmly at her as he sat across the narrow room from her. She looked around. She was in the rustbucket, laid out on the bed/couch Grandpa usually slept in. It was dark outside. “What…” Gwen muttered, confused and groggy, as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.
“Just relax… Ben said you cast some sorta spell and then passed out. Gave us a real scare, for a minute, but then you woke up and said you were fine, something about using too much mana, and that you just needed some rest. So, I tucked you in and you went right out. Kept an eye on you all afternoon, just in case, but it looks like you really were just sleeping it off.” Max explained. “So… are you feeling better?”
Gwen blinked, considering the question for a moment. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. Honestly, I feel pretty good. Well-rested, I guess.” She muttered, shaking her head as she scooched across the bed to sit on the edge. There was a pause as a thought occurred to her, and she turned toward Grandpa Max again. “Is Ben...?”
Max held up a reassuring hand. “He’s fine. He was pretty shaken up at first, but he seemed to calm down after a while.”
Gwen shook her head again. “And he’s… the same? Nothing unusual?”
Max arched an eyebrow at the question, then paused, leaning back in his chair as he thought about it some more. “Well… He did go to bed early. Even took a shower before bed, without being told.” He muttered, thoughtfully.
Gwen arched an eyebrow of her own. That WAS odd. Normally, Ben didn’t take a shower until he was practically forced into the stall.
Grandpa Max shook his head, dismissing the thought. “Well… if you’re feeling better, I wouldn’t mind getting some sleep, myself.” He commented, before giving an exaggerated yawn and stretch.
Gwen smiled, catching the hint and pushing herself to her feet. “Goodnight, Grandpa.”
“Goodnight, Gwen. I’m glad you’re alright.” Max replied.
Gwen turned and headed down the hall to the small room she and Ben shared. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep, but there wasn’t much else she could do, except maybe go over her notebook and see if she could figure out what had happened with the spell… It was odd, if she’d really messed it up, it would have done nothing, but it wouldn’t have taken any energy at all. But it took energy, in fact, it took way more energy than she’d expected, so it should have had SOME kind of effect on Ben, something vaguely similar to the intent... but Grandpa hadn’t noticed anything, and knowing Ben, he definitely would have been showing off any newfound muscles…
Gwen was so lost in thought as she stepped into the room that she didn’t notice anything at first. The first thing that caught her attention was the smell. It wasn’t an overpowering odor, but her nose picked up on its presence quickly, it forced her to notice it. It wasn’t the usual BO stink, either. It smelled... nutty, like peanut butter, almost, but with… something else… She sniffed the air, her nose curling slightly. It smelled… sweaty, almost, like one of Ben’s unwashed shirts, but… she hated the way Ben’s dirty clothes smelled when he left them all over the room, but this… she kinda liked this...
As she curiously sniffed the air, the next thing she noticed was the sounds. She must have really been distracted not to have heard them earlier. Ben was making noises in his sleep, apparently… But they weren’t the normal sounds. Sometimes, he would have nightmares, and his muttering and whimpering would wake her up in the middle of the night. He wasn’t whimpering, though, or, not much, at least. Mostly he was groaning, grunting, gasping, and occasionally shifting around in his sheets. Was he fighting something in a dream?
Finally, Gwen’s eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room. The pale moonlight coming through the windows grew brighter and brighter. At first, she just saw movement, shapes in the dark, something moving back and forth, back and forth in Ben’s bunk… then it grew brighter, and her mouth fell open. Ben was laid out on his back in his bunk, completely naked, sweat glistening on his heaving, hairless chest as he panted for breath. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was twisted in a grimace of effort. His arms were pumping up and down, back and forth, both hands wrapped around his… his COCK! Gwen had never really seen him naked before, but she was certain she would have noticed something like this before now. It was HUGE! Thicker than his wrist and almost a foot long, with a pair of fist-sized balls resting below! It looked almost comical on him, it arched over his stomach, the swollen, purple, glistening head nearly reaching his chest, twin tennis-ball-sized orbs pulled up against the base, his smooth, hairless sack tightening in time with his strokes. It was so long his hands couldn’t even cover half its length, Gwen could have added both her own hands on top of his and there would still be a few inches uncovered...
Gwen shook her head. Why was she… staring at it like this? Logically, this should be humiliating, at best, or more likely, disgusting. It’s not like she didn’t know about sex, she’d been on the internet, after all, but it was still gross… What was he thinking, jerking off out in the open like this? He had to know he’d be caught, right? Was he into that? She tore her eyes away from the throbbing, purple cockhead and spotted the garbage can beside the bed, she’d emptied it last night and already it was half-full of wadded-up tissues, some of them sticking to the sides of the can. She should probably have been disgusted. She should have screamed as soon as she saw what he was doing, called him names and thrown him out of the room. And yet… She didn’t. She felt her gaze drawn back to that throbbing, purple cockhead as it bobbed in midair with each stroke. A strange warmth grew inside her, deep in her stomach.
Suddenly, Ben opened his eyes, and saw the figure standing next to the bed. “Gwen…” He breathed, eyes going wide, hands freezing mid-stroke. Gwen turned to look at him, and a tense silence hung in the air as the cousins’ gazes met, two pairs of emerald green eyes staring into each other, both of their expressions shocked and confused. There was a long moment of stillness and silence, neither daring to so much as breathe, until Ben couldn’t hold back any longer, his hands slowly, tentatively, starting to move again, eyes still locked with Gwen’s. “I can’t… I can’t stop. It won’t calm down.” He breathed, struggling desperately to explain himself while remaining as quiet as he possible, so as not to be overheard by Grandpa Max, his hands starting to move faster, his expression strained… scared. “...Please. Help.” He finally croaked, his voice almost pleading.
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