This was my I’m-going-home-tomorrow-so-I-have-to-use-up-what’s-left-in-my-fridge dinner bowl last night! Baked potatoes with mashed avocado (the best part of all of it), roasted tofu and mushrooms, some veggies and arugula :)
When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a
conspiracy among the kids there.
I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always
moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough
going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least
six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.
And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.
I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in,
the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned
that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but
the twins were ecstatic to meet me.
Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in
and they needed equal teams to play their games with.
There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was
very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were
a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year
olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.
But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of
[must watch] Angela ‘s Mother told Jackson that angela study in ‘UK ‘ and she can speaks English well so Jackson use his British accent to talk to her
Jackson’s british accent all the sudden JS: So you speak english ? NG: Yeah JS: her english looks like native. JS: wot’s your name? NG: Angela JS: how odd ar you this yah ? NG: 8 JS: wot’s yuh favorite sobjecTTT ? NG: thinkin’!!… JS: ENLISH ? JS: wot’s yuh favorite fooo ? NG: Apple JS: Do you have weibo ? NG: ………… JS: do you want to follllow wang jiaer ? NG: ………………………. JS dumb face
So as some of you may know, I do a bit of cursey and justice-attaining work for people I know.
A large percentage of those people are asking me to deal with abusers who got away with it – often multiple times, often despite them putting themselves at risk to testify, etc.
There are so many of these fuckers (what a world, eh?) that I have created The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle to deal with ‘em all.
For any of you other witches who do some work for others, or perhaps you’ve had the misfortune to deal with more than one abuser in your life, here ya go. The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.
You shall require…
A black candle big enough for your purposes. Mine is enormous; yours might not need to be.
A taglock of each person you’re cursing (picture, hair, or just their name if that’s all you have).
A thing in which to store this candle which is either completely light-fast black, or reflective.
A cursing concoction of your choice, preferably with an element of Justice or Law Enforcement.
A protective spell of your choice.
What you are basically doing is creating a jail to send these evil fuckers to.
Take your knife and scoop out some wax from the side of the candle, preferably lower down. SAVE THE WAX.
Make the hole big enough to fit your taglock and your cursing concoction, stuff it in the hole, and then pack the wax in on top of it.
Take your lighter and heat the wax, sealing the fucker inside your candle with your curse.
Light your candle and activate the curse however you prefer, and let it burn until you feel like you’ve got enough energy behind it.
Put it out, cleanse your space, and CONTAIN YOUR CANDLE.
You have a super-charged, potentially multiple curse inside this thing. It’s like a fucking magical grenade, and if you don’t contain it, shit will start going weird in your house. I put it on top of my fridge and actually broke it with this thing. Yes, I’m serious. It killed my fridge. At first I didn’t realize it was the candle, so I moved it to my cabinet, and then it caused everything in the cabinet to rot. And then I finally figured it out. Oops. So I had to cleanse the shit out of everything.
I prefer a reflective metal container, but in a pinch, a thick, light-fast black fabric will do. You want it to be able to contain the curse work within itself, like how you probably store your baneful concoctions in a solid container rather than letting them sit out open in a bowl on your altar, right? Same concept. Don’t let this shit bleed everywhere.
In addition to protecting your space from bleed-over, this also allows you to protect your spellwork itself. If you’re gonna be cursing people, be prepared for them to fight back.
One of the people in my curse candle is a fuckhead of a warlock who has somehow managed to escape the law in 2 different countries. I suspect, due to differences of style, that he doesn’t have any protections that would specifically address the way I work. But I do know that when shit starts going crazy for him, he’s smart enough to wonder if someone’s starting a magical firefight on his ass.
But even people who don’t practice magic can fight back. The biggest component to magic is Will, and I know I sure as hell made some magical stuff happen with my will years before I ever started a dedicated practice. I’m sure a lot of you have too. And so might the bastard you’re cursing. Perhaps that’s why they’ve escaped justice up until now. So protect your shit.
My container has my strongest reversal on it (which I keep quite secret – and you should keep yours secret too), enhanced by its reflective qualities.
I moved to pull my fitted-T down. It was feeling tight and I wasn’t sure if it showed. I glanced across the table and smiled at Jack. He was working so hard on that bacon cheese burger. The first one went down quickly but the second he was taking his time with. I couldn’t tell if the slow rhythmic way he bit into it was for his pleasure or mine. I didn’t ask. I watched him lick some juice off his lower lip. Making me go crazy in the middle of the restaurant. I tried not to move my legs around. The feeling I got from the tight grip of my jeans and Jacks grin were too much. I told him to stop it. “Stop what?” He said, and leaned back in his chair, showing off the part of his belly now escaping his shirt. He was so round by now. I couldn’t help replaying the entire day in my head. From the waffles with whipped cream, fruit, and syrup. To the mid-day snacks, to the lunch time feast. Mmm, now this. It was hard to contain myself, so I decided to head to the bathroom and try to relax. Standing up only turned me on more as I slid out of the chair and walked/ waddled to the ladies. These jeans wouldn’t work anymore. And I didn’t know why I was still wearing this tight T-shirt. Cause it had Hendrix on it, and it clung to my belly so nicely. Also, Jack could make me wear basically anything he wanted me to, and it was often tight. As I looked in the mirror I thought of how much like a captive I felt. Unable to stop this situation from going further. I succumbed to the pleasure that was examining myself in the mirror. Staring back at me was a very pudgy Laila. My hips were so round and the waist of the jeans so tight. I tried to tuck more of my fat into the jeans but they wouldn’t move. I pulled them up as much as I could, forced to jump. A woman exited the stall behind me as I was doing so. She smiled at me in the mirror, as if to say, “been there”. But she was easily 15 pounds lighter than me. You have no idea, I thought. She walked out and I washed my hands just for something to do. Guess I have a muffin top now, I thought, and walked out. As I sat back down I felt bigger. Jack had moved on to his second cheese burger and was polishing off French fries. “What should we have for dessert?” he smiled devilishly. We were both so full. He looked like he was rolling as he sat up and back again. “Do you really have room for dessert?” I inquired. “I always have room for dessert baby.” I was excited. I had room for dessert too. I scooted my chair in, feeling my belly relax, and finished off my quesadilla. “Let’s get cake” I said. I spilled out of the car when we got back to his apartment. My stomach bouncing easily as I walked to the door. Jack groaned, holding his full belly for a second before moving. Then walked towards me fast, belly poking out in front. We sat down inside and I couldn’t believe we both still wanted to eat. I leaned back on the couch feeling my full belly resting on the tight waistline of my jeans. Gray shirt hugging every curve, except that one roll of fat at the bottom that the shirt couldn’t contain anymore. Jack sat back too, his round full belly looking ridiculously tight. I started to feed him. Chocolate candy bars. He patted his belly and asked for more and I enthusiastically reached for some. I put them in his mouth for him as he lay back, controlling the whipped cream can. His shirt was stretched enough that I could see his huge lower belly. One line of nice black hair going down. I didn’t want to move. He was looking so fat. I decided to make myself get up and go get the chocolate pudding from the fridge. I held my protruding belly as I stood up and felt so sexy as I realized I could barely bend over to search the fridge. Jack was licking his fingers lazily as he munched on a nutty bar. He was staring at me with a teasing expression as he licked off every smear of chocolate. I shuffled back over with the finishing touches, chocolate pudding and frozen waffles. He couldn’t resist those and I wanted to really push him tonight. He was feeling his belly, seeing how much I put in him tonight. It showed, not only was the shirt stretched skin tight, the indent of his belly button showed clear as day. I stared at it as I handed him a pudding cup. He shook his head “I can’t. Mmm. So full.” “Come on, please?” I chided with a smile. “Well if you insist. Hand me one.” he said. I smiled wider. So easy, I thought. Amazing. I handed it over but made him reach a little so I could see him struggle to lean forward. He had to hold his belly and scoot forward. His lower belly hung out of his shirt completely. He grabbed the pudding and collapsed again with a big moan. I gave him one more pudding. He shook his head and wrapped his heavy arm around me. I could see how swollen he was, but I wanted this night to be epic. “Okay, let me check how big you are. If I’m satisfied, I won’t make you eat it” I teased. I ran my hand across the top of his belly, feeling the round protrusion. I travelled down his left side, noting the beginning of a love handle. “Mmm” He moaned “well am I full enough?” My hand continued around his side, feeling the thickness there, and ending on the juiciest part of his belly in the front. I was staring, caressing, memorizing every inch of this belly I’d helped create. It was beautiful, soft and thick. I cupped the bottom of his belly and whispered in his ear “You’re getting huge baby. I want you to eat one more.” He nodded very slowly. I gave it to him and got on my knees. I put my mouth in between his belly hang and his tight waist band and started licking. He moaned and moved to unbutton his pants but I stopped him “NO, I’ll decide when you get to do that.” He leaned back with his pudding, trying to find an angle where he could still see me. I put my hands inside his shirt, tracing his swollen belly. My mouth continued to suck the sensitive skin just above his belt. I tried to stuff more into my mouth, feel more with my hands, cover the entire surface area of my favorite thing. I needed to reward him for his unwavering gluttony. He groaned as he finished the last pudding in triumph. I grabbed his thick sides and ran my mouth briskly across him, licking and sucking in pure ecstasy. As I felt his hands grab my hair I looked up at him, “What now?” I said with a grin.