The aloofness, rugged good looks, and his hard worked body. Lazarus’ magnetism is unquestionable, he has had many lovers over the course of the years, and gets a new one at every port he lands. But ever the heartbreaker, he never paid much attention to what would be of them as soon as he exited their cabin's room the next morning and boarded his ship. Until one time, it happened, he lay with a powerful warlock who did not like being disrespected like that. So, he cursed him to reveal his “true colors” whenever he happened to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

Lazarus didn't find out until the next night, when he found himself in another spontaneous drinking contest with his crew. For some reason, the rum was hitting heavy that night, he usually out drunk everyone onboard, but he was already feeling tipsy after a couple mugs. Still, the more he drank, the thirstier he got. And the more he had, the better it tasted. His stomach started rumbling loudly as he became ravenous, tearing a big piece of the ham out of the tray the ship's cook was carrying. Big bites of bread slathered in butter, cheese and fruit by the mouthfuls, buttery and herby potatoes with meat.

The more he ate and drank, the jollier, friskier and aroused he became. Never noticing how his body expanded in size and height, nor how his skin started turning leathery and thick, with coarse and short brown fur began to cover it. Laughing loudly as his pecs started sagging and rested on top of a massive gut that had suddenly surged forward from his hard abdomen. His ruined pants, torn by his increasingly girthy thighs were destroyed by the fat tail that busted out of the seat area. It swatted away some of his men behind who were still too astonished to even speak a word.

When guzzling down food and drink became hard due to his mouth turning into a snout and two ferocious looking tusks had grown from it, his intoxicated mind cleared up for a moment and realized something was wrong. Dazed and confused, he started inspecting himself. He was big, very much so, and he also felt stronger than ever. Flexing his arms, he let out a deep content grunt as he saw bulging biceps bigger than his head rising beneath a thick layer of fat. He couldn't deny he was enjoying these changes, even the hard massive gut that now hung from his midsection. He lifted it with both arms, taking in the thickness of it, before letting it drop on top of his enraged manhood. Having been well endowed from the beginning, he now was monstrous-sized in that aspect.

Unable to contain his beastly libido, Lazarus grabbed the first man his big hands could reach, which happened to be his worried first mate. Planting a deep kiss on his unexpected lips opened up a whole new level of debauchery that night. By next morning, Lazarus would wake up inside his trashed cabin, a crushing headache and a bloated gut anchoring him down on his bed. The heavy stench of raw sex and booze still lingering in the air and the passed out naked bodies of his crew sprawled all over the place.

He would question his men once everyone felt better, but they wouldn't dare say a word of what happened that night, nor how half of their food provisions were gone in just a single night. By the time he figured out the curse he had been subjected to, he was furious, but the warlock was long gone and alongside him, the ways to get rid of his new predicament.

He tried to break the curse for the longest, but according to an old friend, the curse is just bringing out what was already inside him, yes, maybe exaggerating it a little bit, but it is still a part of the captain; to break it would also mean getting rid of an aspect him that made him whole. Frustrated and weakened, he gave up trying to find a way to get rid of the enchantment. Not having enough energy was also affecting his duties as captain, and he did not want to keep his men worried either.

After a year, he has learned to appreciate some of the “benefits” of his curse. He is more durable and definitely stronger in combat or when the situation calls for some really heavy lifting. He can also stay underwater for much longer and he's also faster at swimming despite his massive bulk. But still, Lazarus could do without the excess hunger. Watching his abs start to turn into a taut gut from all the extra calories, is definitely something that alarms him.

He can hear his other self taunting him whenever there's enough food in sight to feed a whole crew, or whenever he sees a new target for his affections. To think he would now turn into his beastly self in the middle of making love was not expected, but then again, it was also quite exhilarating since his mind no longer goes dormant once the beast takes over. Human Lazarus is finding it harder to avoid the overindulgence that triggers his transformation.

For his part, beast Lazarus had become more lucid and focused instead of the drunken and lustful sea dog he was at the beginning. He can hear his other self nagging at him to prioritize what's important before they can have fun. After all, how could they feast and party without any gold involved. Two sides of the same coin, the captain of a crew everyone would want to be part of.

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Here's Lazarus again. The poor captain went ahead and got himself cursed, but he has not let that drag him down. The design was done by the lovely @iaidonooji, thank you so much for this. <3