Cursed

The antique jewelry was so pretty, Gloria just had to try them on.  She chose to ignore the labels and the warnings, writing them off as superstitious nonsense.  "DO NOT TOUCH"  "CURSED"  "HANDS OFF"  Pfff.  As if.  The rings fit perfectly, practically made for her, and the belly piercing looked to be a beautiful conversation piece.  

Then Gloria began to cry.  Not voluntarily, mind you; her eyes just wouldn't stop watering.  Her crotch, too, began to seep with a sticky wetness, oozing down her inner thighs and soaking her pants.  Through blurred vision, Gloria watched her wet clothes stain into a mottled brown and felt them constrict, smaller and tighter by the second.

When her stomach glowed a warm green, it finally occurred to Gloria that something might be wrong.  That she should call for help.  The jewelry had other plans.  Her cries were converted into lusty moans and when she reached for her cellphone, her arms began to swell, hefted upward and held awkwardly at her sides.  Juice gurgled and rolled in her belly, converting soft flesh into spotted green pear skin.  

Every part of Gloria plumped up, thick and heavy, with her distressed grunts falling on deaf ears to the other patrons at the front of the store.  The leafy, pubic fuzz of her crotch began to peek out of her tattered pants, and what was once a tasteful blouse had rotted away into simple brown rags.  Two pierced breasts, fat by any other standard, looked small on her compared to the massive globular shape of her stomach.  

 The curse neared it's completion, with one final task left to do.  Out of the corners of her eyes, Gloria watched strands of her beautiful blonde bangs thicken into greenish brown clumps and the top of her scalp began to itch.  Utterly gripped by panic, Gloria waddled to the register, moaning loudly and lurching through puddles of her own thick juice.  Though the other customers are clearly alarmed at the sight of her, the shopkeeper regards her with resignation, pointing to the various warning labels throughout the store.

There's hope still, he informs Gloria, though it's becoming hard for her to understand.  Her hair is twisting upwards, growing long and leafy.  Fear and panics ebbs away in the wake of a growing pool of pleasure at the back of her mind.  Mouth agape, she drools while her juice-filled brain absorbs his instructions.  The curse can be lifted, so long as she is the one to remove the jewelry.  Should anyone else remove them, the cursed becomes permanent.

With what little dexterity is left in her arms, Gloria tries to reach the gem dangling from her navel, or even to pull the rings from her fat fingers.  The bystanders watch her struggle, though no one has the heart to clue her in to the futility of her efforts.  It only takes a few minutes for Gloria to grow bored, and before long she forgets why she was even in the store in the first place.  She wanders out with a dim smile plastered across her face, mumbling unintelligibly and completely unaware that anything about her bloated green body is unnatural.  

A wet trail follows her down the street where her crotch scrapes pleasantly against the pavement, each nudge interrupting her train of thought with a blast of overwhelming pleasure.  She flushes a dark green, trying and failing to suppress her gaudy moans.  

Of the few slippery thinks Gloria is now capable of, she notes that her new jewelry looks very pretty and ever so sparkly in the sunlight.

(Non-canonical with the Basic Chemistry story line, I just wanted to do another pear tf :]  )