Cursed Gold

A little inspiration from the original Pirates of the Caribbean, but I took it my own way. gonna be really hard to return the coin to a sealed chest.

Source: Stanija Dobrojevic

The map was fairly straightforward. An abandoned Mayan temple off the Yucatán, on a small abandoned island.  The plan was even simpler; sail at night with a small masted dinghy. It was close enough to the shore, and most pirates and spaniards paid no heed to that sort of thing. He could slip out to the island, receive the gold, and be back to the mainland before first light even broke. 

As the sun was setting, he pulled the boat onto the shore and made his way up to the temple. A limestone monolith with ornately carved statues of women around it. Women he was unfamiliar with, they didn’t match any records of mayan gods he knew. He took notes as he went along, keeping a keen eye out for any traps. He found the central chamber, and in the center of it, the chest. As he walked up to it, he was mindful of each rigged stone, and upon reaching it, he pushed the heavy stone slab off to reveal the bounty of gold waiting inside. He picked up a single coin and looked it over. Each side of the coin had a different design, but they both depicted the same two women who had statues outside the temple; not only would he get rich, but he had made a monumental discovery of lost gods of the mayans.

These gods, however, were tricksters, and someone had just tried to steal their gold. The gold coin he held started to glow, and a hazy mist started to pour from the chest. He was mesmerized as he looked at the coin, it bathed him in a magical light.

It started with his entire frame slimming down to a daintier shape, but not much shorter, instead his body shifted to give him long legs and a shorter torso. At the top of those legs he got the plumpest ass and thighs to match. Even more flesh was pulled from his slimming waist to fill his chest, which tugged and defined his clavicle as it grew. The last thing she felt before passing out was the *suck* and *pop* of her crotch inverting on itself. 

She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but she could see sunlight casting in from the cracks in the walls. She couldn’t even process what had happened the night prior, only that she came here for… something. She looked at the stone chest behind her, sealed up, and down at the single gold coin in her hand. Was this what she  was here for? That couldn’t be right, it’s so trivial a find for such a trip. She knew what she was looking for now though, someone, anyone, to help her with a growing feeling in her gut, and between her legs.