Kajima held the necklace up. Examining its smooth and shiny surface, he smiled and held it up so Sarge could see it. "Sarge, look! It's shaped like a tiny round wolf!"

Sarge cocked a brow. "Well that's certainly a cursed necklace if I ever saw one." Sarge said, holding a hand out. "If you'd like... I could try it on first before you-"

Kajima pulled the necklace away and frowned. "Hey, who said it was cursed?!" Without giving Sarge time to react, Kajima put the necklace on. He looked up at Sarge then down at himself. Seeing how he felt normal, he looked back up at Sarge and stuck out his tongue. "Cursed necklace? Ha! You were just pulling my leg so you could have the necklace for yourself!"

Sarge scowled and folded his arms. "I wanted to be cursed... if that's what you meant. I've dealt with a lot of curses before," Sarge looked down at Kajima and sighed, "as for you, I think you'll now get some experience."

Kajima folded his arms and growled. He wasn't sure what Sarge meant... and he didn't appreciate that Sarge was trying to make his height bigger to seem more intimidating. Huffing, Kajima felt himself suck in a lot of air. He was wanting to puff out his chest to also seem more intimidating... but he realized he couldn't do that. He felt more air seep into his mouth. With each second he breathed in, he could feel his belly grow.

Sarge's mouth curved into a wry grin. "What's the matter? Feeling a little bloated?" Sarge poked Kajima's belly.

Kajima tried to retort, but he couldn't stop himself from breathing in. Throwing his hands to his mouth, he shut his jaw tight. To his dismay, he started to inhale through his nose at a rate that was much too fast for his natural breathing. It was almost like something was inflating him and-

He felt Sarge's elbow on his head. The two were similar heights before all this happened, but when he looked at Sarge now, he was only half the werewolf's height.

"Oh nooooooooo..." Sarge said with a fake exasperation. "That necklace was cursed and now YOU'RE cursed?" He sighed as Kajima continued to shrink. Once small enough, Sarge picked up Kajima and held him out.

Kajima couldn't see anything aside from the big, round mass of silver that he recognized as his belly.

"How strange...? You look JUST like the cursed necklace." Sarge turned Kajima around, showing the silver necklace Kajima had worn previously was now around Sarge's neck. "Seems the curse is gone from this one, though... so it must mean that YOU'RE the cursed necklace now. Irony, isn't it?" Sarge smiled. "I wonder who's going to wear YOU?"

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Commission for  Akaji the lion! This was a lot of fun to draw. I sincerely enjoyed doing this one. It was a rather refreshing drawing to get to do!

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Kajima (C)  Akaji the lion

Sarge/Art/Story (C)  Juntarhenogu Me