12-14-2015, 06:27 AM
(No worries. It's totally understandable.)
The morning could not come soon, though for Corbin, he did not feel any better. The sickness was clearly there, nausea setting back into his body once again with the evident that his body felt off balance. He beat his roommate to the restroom shared to their room, though the other male was sleeping so peacefully, at least as it could get for him. He was snoring most of his worries away. The left Corbin alone to himself and the restroom where the contents of the other day found itself spilling into the toilet.
He groaned faintly, slowly rising up from the toilet. The male thought he had done a decent job in not letting the horrible waste spill anywhere. With a flush, he moved towards the mirror where his gut was clearly visible. The male poked at it a bit, the firm hard abs being pushed away for growth as a darker line was beginning to make itself known down the middle. He moved his hand around to poke and prod, just to see if the pain was still there, to see if anything had been broken. He did not feel anything other than the growing mass of life. That and some faint markings beginning to adorn his once perfect skin. His hazel eyes squinted a bit closely and the sunken revelation made itself clear.
"Tattoos...?" His belly was clearly forming them and not just in that area. When the male brought his hand up, he noticed spots and markings beginning to etch themselves on his body. The words of Alex's curse began to sink back inside his mind as it was quite clear to him that this curse was making him possibly everything he hated. The most interesting of it all however was that the marks on his belly were seemingly wrapping around like a vine, the trail leading inside of his navel, which would eventually poke itself out as the day went by. The male would be stuck in a temporal time loop of an advanced pregnancy while also being ridiculed in more ways than one. Some he had yet to even realize.
He could not go to class like this. What would everyone think or say? The male walked out the restroom as quickly as he could. He noticed the white rose on his desk, but he continued to walk past it and climb back in the bed, letting the covers hide his body. What was he going to do? If this curse could not be reversed and it was true because the person who unleashed it on him could not reverse it and only made it worse, just how anxious was Corbin going to get to try and find someone to love him? The worst thing about it was he assumed making casual intimacy and sex with the three girls was love. He placed some clothes on eventually, enough to cover his body, though the hoodie was beginning to to show the bump and headed outside onto the campus. He needed to contemplate heavily in a place less crowded.
The morning could not come soon, though for Corbin, he did not feel any better. The sickness was clearly there, nausea setting back into his body once again with the evident that his body felt off balance. He beat his roommate to the restroom shared to their room, though the other male was sleeping so peacefully, at least as it could get for him. He was snoring most of his worries away. The left Corbin alone to himself and the restroom where the contents of the other day found itself spilling into the toilet.
He groaned faintly, slowly rising up from the toilet. The male thought he had done a decent job in not letting the horrible waste spill anywhere. With a flush, he moved towards the mirror where his gut was clearly visible. The male poked at it a bit, the firm hard abs being pushed away for growth as a darker line was beginning to make itself known down the middle. He moved his hand around to poke and prod, just to see if the pain was still there, to see if anything had been broken. He did not feel anything other than the growing mass of life. That and some faint markings beginning to adorn his once perfect skin. His hazel eyes squinted a bit closely and the sunken revelation made itself clear.
"Tattoos...?" His belly was clearly forming them and not just in that area. When the male brought his hand up, he noticed spots and markings beginning to etch themselves on his body. The words of Alex's curse began to sink back inside his mind as it was quite clear to him that this curse was making him possibly everything he hated. The most interesting of it all however was that the marks on his belly were seemingly wrapping around like a vine, the trail leading inside of his navel, which would eventually poke itself out as the day went by. The male would be stuck in a temporal time loop of an advanced pregnancy while also being ridiculed in more ways than one. Some he had yet to even realize.
He could not go to class like this. What would everyone think or say? The male walked out the restroom as quickly as he could. He noticed the white rose on his desk, but he continued to walk past it and climb back in the bed, letting the covers hide his body. What was he going to do? If this curse could not be reversed and it was true because the person who unleashed it on him could not reverse it and only made it worse, just how anxious was Corbin going to get to try and find someone to love him? The worst thing about it was he assumed making casual intimacy and sex with the three girls was love. He placed some clothes on eventually, enough to cover his body, though the hoodie was beginning to to show the bump and headed outside onto the campus. He needed to contemplate heavily in a place less crowded.