Chosen 2022: Epilogue

Sunday, October 2nd

Daniel sat on the couch the morning after his encounter with Rupert, his mind swirling with disbelief and confusion. His belly, now far larger than a yoga ball, rose and fell as he absentmindedly caressed its taut surface. He was even far larger than Rupert, bigger than anyone he had ever seen. The octuplets inside him moved constantly, their weight shifting in a strangely intimate and familiar way. Each of his unborn children felt huge. Somehow, Daniel knew that each baby weighed around 12 pounds, probably due to his genes. His belly felt impossibly heavy, and he couldn’t stop moving his hands over it. The pressure, the stretching, the movement, it was all surreal.

Daniel was naked because his wardrobe was unable to contain his expanded form. Every inch of his body had grown thicker, leaving him without options to wear. The curse hadn’t just made him pregnant; it had transformed him entirely. His thighs had grown thicker, and his legs were sturdy now, matching the rest of his expanded form. His ass, once firm and relatively proportional, now bulged out in round, thick mounds that jiggled slightly with every shift of his weight. And his pecs—they weren’t the flat, toned chest he had before. They were large, heavy, and swollen with milk that occasionally leaked in steady streams.

His dick and balls had also grown, just like Rupert had warned him on the note. However, they hadn’t grown to twice their size, as Rupert wrote. Daniel sighed as he felt his dick stirring beneath his belly, rising from its 2-foot-long soft state to about two and a half feet when half hard. Every man in the world would die to have such a massive dick, but Daniel couldn’t even process how big his own had grown. After the initial shock that followed the transformation the night before, Daniel had struggled to measure his hard dick, which now reached 38 inches. He sighed again as he thought about his balls, now the size of soccer balls, full of cum. He was scared of the changes, but a part of him loved them.

He sat on the couch, still processing everything that had happened and feeling the babies moving. He was lost in his thoughts when his parents arrived. He hadn’t planned for them to see him like this. He didn’t know what to say or how to explain the impossible reality he was now living. But he couldn’t hide his condition from them.

When the front door creaked open, Daniel slightly jumped in his seat, his belly bobbling, his tits bouncing and his dick throbbing again. His heart skipped a beat as he heard his mom’s voice call out, the usual kindness of her greeting suddenly making him feel nervous. He reached for a cushion from the couch and carefully hid his massive half-hard dick as best as he could, but the rest of him was still on full display.

“Daniel? We’re here!” his mom called, her footsteps nearing the living room. “Hey, sweetheart, what are y—” His mom’s voice abruptly stopped when she stepped into the room, her eyes landing on her son’s transformed body sprawled on the couch.

Daniel’s dad was right behind her, freezing in the doorway as he caught sight of Daniel. Both stared at him, their mouths slightly open, their expressions filled with shock and confusion. They looked at their son—no longer the lean, athletic young man they had known. Daniel didn’t move right away. His swollen belly was too heavy to shift easily, and even if he could, what would he say? He tried to smile weakly, though the tension in the room deepened.

“Mom, Dad,” Daniel started with a shaky voice. He could see their wide eyes travel over him—over his massive belly, his swollen chest, his fat hips, the cushion beneath his belly that couldn’t hide the size of his dick and balls, and how his once slender arms and legs had thickened. Their gaze lingered longest on his midsection, where his skin was stretched impossibly tight, his belly button long since popped outward. His parents watched as one of the babies kicked hard, making Daniel gasp, the movement rippling across the surface of his belly.

“What—What happened?” Daniel’s mom finally managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. She stepped forward hesitantly, her hand half-raised as though unsure whether to reach out or not.

Daniel rubbed his belly with both hands now, his fingers sinking into the taut flesh. “I know this looks insane, but I need you both to stay calm,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I—I’m pregnant.”

His dad blinked rapidly, and his mom shook her head as though trying to clear it. “Pregnant? Is this a joke?” his dad echoed, looking utterly bewildered. “How is that even possible? You’re a man!”

Daniel sighed, the moment pressing down on him as much as the physical weight of his pregnancy. He struggled to sit up more, shifting his huge belly slightly so it wasn’t so painfully compressed against his thighs. The change in his position made the cushion fall from his crotch, revealing his massive dick, which had softened as they talked, and huge balls. His mom and dad exchanged bewildered glances as they struggled to process the scene.

“I can’t explain everything right now,” Daniel said, biting back some of the more bizarre details of the curse. He didn’t dare tell them about the octuplets or the timeline ticking down. “But… something happened. I didn’t choose this, but it’s real. I’m carrying these babies, and they’re going to be born soon. I only need some time to figure it all out.”

His mom looked pale, her hands trembling as she clasped them together. She couldn’t take her eyes off his belly but noticed how his pecs jiggled slightly with the shifting movements of his babies. “Daniel, this doesn’t make any sense,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “We need to get you to a hospital. This can’t be right.”

Daniel shook his head. “No. No hospitals. It won’t help, Mom. I know it’s hard to understand, but this is happening to me, and I need to deal with it on my own terms.” He shifted his weight, preparing to stand. The sheer size of his belly made the simple act of rising to his feet a monumental effort. Every inch of him ached from carrying the immense load as he unsuccessfully attempted to stand up.

“Let me help you,” his dad said, instinctively stepping forward, his shock momentarily replaced by fatherly concern. He reached down, offering his strong hands to support Daniel.

With a deep grunt, Daniel gripped his dad’s arms and used the leverage to lift himself up. His belly dramatically swayed as he shifted, and his legs strained under the weight. His fattened ass jiggled as Daniel finally rose to his feet. His belly stuck out so far in front of him that he couldn’t see his feet at all. His dick flopped freely, and his balls bounced, making his mom gasp and look away. “Thanks, Dad,” he muttered, weakly smiling at his dad.

He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling every one of his octuplets shift and roll inside him. Being so full and huge was overwhelming, but he steeled himself. He had to remain calm in front of his parents, even if he didn’t have all the answers or any answers at all. He moved one of his hands to the small of his back, pushing his belly even further in front of him and making him look even more enormous. He felt his tits bouncing, and some milk escaped his nipples as he adjusted his position to start moving. His balls and dick flopped as he shifted on the spot, spreading his legs to accommodate the bulk at his front. It was a hypnotizing movement.

His mom covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide as she watched him, speechless. “Daniel… how are you even walking?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Daniel chuckled bitterly. “Barely,” he admitted. “But I have to keep moving. I need to figure out how to solve this. Before it’s too late.”

His dad stood beside him, silent now, his strong hands lingering near Daniel’s arm in case he needed help. His eyes expressed concern but also an air of helplessness. This was a problem no amount of fatherly strength could solve.

Daniel sighed deeply and began a slow and careful waddle toward the stairs. His swollen belly bounced slightly with each step, his wide hips and round ass swaying behind him. His dick and balls soundly hit his thick thighs.  His milk-filled pecs jostled with the motion, and the strain of holding his body upright was evident in every step.

His parents stood in the living room, still frozen in disbelief, their eyes glued to the sight of their son, transformed beyond recognition, shuffling up the stairs. Daniel could feel their eyes on him, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t. He had to focus on the task ahead—finding the next chosen one before Halloween.

Every step felt like a mountain, but with every movement, he felt his resolve harden. He wouldn’t let this curse break him. He wouldn’t spend a year pregnant like Rupert had, waiting and struggling, more desperate by the day. He would find the next chosen one. He had to.

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PN: This is a short epilogue for you to see how much the curse affected Daniel's body. The shocking results were impossible to hide, but he was determined to find the next chosen guy before Halloween. Do you think he succeeded?