A Breast in Her Pussy

This is erotic fiction. Like, super erotic with weird transformations and impossible situations. If you’re into that, great! If not, you probably should not read this.

I had originally posted this as interactive chapters over here. Props to whoever wrote the Transform or Dare starting chapter.

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Chapter 1

Transform or Dare

Everyone knew about the town curse. Or at least, one version of it. It came up in whispers, notes passed between high schoolers, writing on the bathroom wall at the local singles bar and the occasional post online. Most thought it was bullshit. After all, every town has a made up legend, right?

Regardless of opinions, the stories were never stamped out entirely. Just as the latest generation had all but forgotten, strange things would begin to happen again.

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Jennifer Smith hopped on a single bare foot as she struggled to pull a long white sock up her left leg. She wore only a short skirt and a pink bra which clung tightly to her ample young bosom as she bounded through the large house.

“Martha!” She shouted. “Martha, have you seen my pink top? The one with the stripes?” She glanced around the hall as she headed towards the laundry room.

“Martha, are you listening to me?”

The hall was empty.

“Shit!” She had forgotten it was Martha’s day off. What did a maid need a day off for anyway? Like she had a life.

“I swear the world hates me sometimes.” Jen muttered, feeling herself pout as she started back towards the landing to get her shoes.

She thought about her lack of undies and laughed. Wouldn’t the boys just love it if she went without them today? Her frown became a smirk as she imagined their jeans becoming too tight for comfort. She was one of the better looking seniors and there wasn’t a boy alive at East Hampton who didn’t want her.

The phone rang in the hallway. She was about to call out for Martha to answer it, then stopped herself, cursing again. “Shit, she’s not even here.” She picked it up, in case it was one of her friends, and answered curtly, “Hello?”

“Is this Jennifer Smith?”

“Duh! Who’s this?” She didn’t recognize the guy’s voice, but it sounded too high in pitch to be anyone she’d ever talk to.

“Kyle Perkins.” The voice answered. “Do you know who I am?”

“Eww, no! You sound like a total freak!” Jen replied.

He tried to say something else, but she cut him off. “Look loser, I’m already late, so why don’t you just get to the point, okay?”

“You really don’t remember me?” He continued. “I’m the guy you and your friends pants last week … and I’ve got a question for you Jen.”

She giggled, now remembering exactly who it was. Beth had convinced her to sneak up behind him in the cafeteria. One quick motion and his shorts were on the floor. It was hilarious. His face could not have gotten any redder.

“Yeah? And what’s that?” She laughed.

“Transform or Dare?”

Jen’s smile quickly faded. “W-…What did you say?”

The line was cold. She could only hear his faint breathing.

This couldn’t be real, could it? Of course not. That was stupid. Stupid or not, one thing her friend told her rang through her mind. “If you don’t choose one or the other in less than a minute, you have to take both!”

It was the town curse. Someone had laid it out for her at a sleep over a few years back. It was a game, started who knows how long ago, by who knows who? Yes, a game. But unlike its weaker counter part ‘Truth or Dare,’ this game had power! Whomever had the curse would ask anyone the question: “Transform or Dare,” the question Jen herself had just been asked. Then they had to choose, “One or the other, or you get both!”

Dare was relatively simple, once selected the person asking could dare you to do anything and you had to do it! The magic of the curse would make you, no matter how much you didn’t want to. Transform was even weirder. It effected your being; the thing that you are rather than your immediate actions. If you pick that one, the person asking gets to turn you into anything they want. They can change small things, like aspects of your personality, or the whole package, such as turning you into a toad. Or so the theory went. The actual limits of the curse were highly debated among local residents who believed in its power. In any case, after the choice is made and the spell completed, it becomes the next person’s turn. So, suddenly, the one who was cursed becomes the one who wields the magic, allowing the cycle to continue endlessly, with the power passing on from one person to the next.

But that was all nonsense, wasn’t it? Jen glanced up at the clock. How long has she waited? Was her minute was almost up?

“Alright, I’ll choose…” She started.

Kyle quickly interrupted. “Too Late! Now you get both.”

“Fine It’s not like any of this is real.” She jeered, hoping to call his bluff.

“If you say so.” Kyle replied with a hint of arrogance in his voice. “You’re always so bitchy, constantly belittling people who aren’t as well off as you. You embarrassed me and always pick on my friends. I think it’s about time your attitude changed. I’ve decided to set you up with a transformation that should teach you to be nicer to people. To start, you will grow a boob in your crotch. It’ll grow from inside your pussy. Your new boob will start small, almost unnoticeable. Any time you hurt someone’s feelings, it will get bigger. Your groin will painlessly adjust to accommodate these changes. At the same time, your chest will shrink.”

“Oh fuck this!” She snapped. “You’re a pervert. I’m hanging up.”

“Please don’t interrupt, I’m not finished yet.” He replied. “In fact, you’ll be better off if you hear the rest.”

Jen was pissed, but felt compelled to hear him out.

“Given your usual attitude, I imagine you’re pussy boob will be dragging on the ground by the end of the day. So, to make things a little more fair for you…” He paused for a moment to consider the wording. “Hurting someone will have a cool down time, so you won’t have to worry about getting multiple changes in a row from the same person. You will also be able to reverse the changes any time you make someone genuinely happy. Unfortunately for you, this comes with some conditions.”

“You only get one chance per person. It only works if the kindness is directed at someone you haven’t hurt at any time during the week and it has to be in person. You won’t have any luck using the phone or sending prerecorded niceties.”

“I’d hate for you to not have fun with your new addition so, each time your new boob grows, you’ll become aroused. How horny you get depends on how hurtful you were. The only way to calm down is to masturbate or have sex.”

“For seven days, you’ll act just as snobby as you always have and, even though you won’t be able to control it, you’ll be much more aware of it. Once the week is up you’ll be able to decide how bitchy you want to be. But whatever changes you end up with will be permanent. As an added condition, you won’t ever consider taking revenge on me.”

“It would be a shame if your parents pulled out of school so, no matter how different you look, everyone will think the changes are normal….With the exception of you and I. Actually, I think I’ll let your best friend in on it as well. Have fun explaining that. Oh, one last thing. The curse can’t be undone, if you try you’ll grow another pair. I’d say good luck staying nice for the next week but I still have a dare for you.”

“I dare you to say something mean to the first person you see. Your seven days start when this call ends. Take care…”

There was a click, then silence. With the phone still in her hand, she glanced towards a nearby clock. It was exactly 7am. Did that mean she had until 7am next Tuesday to undo her curse? No, that was stupid. There wasn’t a curse. Just some pervert making prank calls. She laughed at how crazy the whole thing was. As if some stupid truth or dare spin-off could actually do anything. There were still hints of doubt in the back of her mind, but she decided not to dwell on Kyle’s words. The bus would be there soon and she needed to finish getting dressed.

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Chapter 2

Unusual Clit

Jen placed the phone back in the cradle, “What a perv, as if any…”

Before she could finish the thought there was a sudden, albeit painless, feeling of pressure in her crotch. Still free-buffing, she simply lifted her skirt to check things out. Her pussy was longer and bulging a bit near the top. It looked like her clit was poking out as well. She pulled apart her lips to reveal something unexpected. Her clitoris looked different. The connective tissue had pulled back and it seemed to have rounded out. If she didn’t know any better, she now had a nipple just under the hood of an elongated slit.

She examined the change in disbelief. Sure enough, there was a small breast complete with a pert nipple and wrinkly areola pushing up on her hood and labia. It wasn’t painful, but she certainly felt the difference. Her mound had grown with the new addition. She tweaked the nipple and watched it harden.

“This can’t be real…”

She dropped her skirt and stepped away from the phone. Why wasn’t Martha there to answer? Things might have been different if she hadn’t been the one to pick up. Somewhere between panicked and afraid, she rushed back to her room. Tears were forming as she tried to convince herself that it was all in her imagination. But as she ran, she felt her newly expanded mound wobbling. There was no denying it. His curse had worked.

“How dare he. That pervert. He had no right to do this to me…”

She pulled her door shut, fell forward onto her bed and began to sob into a pillow. Bad as it was, she had not yet realized the full scope of the curse. Jennifer wasn’t a stupid girl. It was true that most people would make that assumption after seeing her large perky breasts, athletic frame and pretty face; but she put a lot of effort into her studies. Her biggest shortcoming was that she often put herself above others. Maybe her attitude wasn’t always great but, most of the time, what came off as bitchiness was just a good handle on sarcasm. At least that’s what she wanted to believe. The curse was already forcing remorseful thoughts into her head.

She couldn’t just wallow in self pity. After a few more tears, she begrudgingly composed herself and considered her schedule. There were the usual classes throughout the week then swim team on Monday and Tuesday, cheer squad on Thursday and Friday. Today was Tuesday and she hated the thought of attending swim practice in her current condition. No doubt one of the girls would point out her bulge. Cheer squad on Thursday wouldn’t be much better, but a skirt would hide the bump better than a swimsuit.

While she assessed the situation, a knuckle rapped against her door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Ali, I need to talk to you.”

Before Jen could respond Ali pushed open the door and peeked in.

“What the fuck makes you think you can just open my door? Get out! Stay away from me!” Jen yelled.

With that unexpected outburst, she fulfilled the dare. Ali was shocked. Coming in usually wasn’t an issue. She had an idea for why her big sister was so frustrated but decided it would be best not to bring it up. Why should she anyway? Jen was so mean just then. She left, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Dammit” Jen cursed. She didn’t mean to say that and, for a moment, hated Kyle for the dare more than the transformation. That soon changed as she felt unusual pressure in her groin for a second time that morning. She pulled off her skirt and watched as her labia spread to allow the nipple capped orb to swell. At the same time her bra was loosened. In the privacy of her room, she undressed, leaving only a single sock on her left foot.

She examined herself in her full length mirror. The pair of breasts on her chest, usually D cups, were smaller. Perhaps closer to C cups now. True to Kyle’s explanation, the boob in her crotch had also grown. Her opening was higher up her pubic mound and she guessed that the breast she was birthing was at least an A cup, thought it was hard to gauge given the weird placement. The areola was fully visible and the nipple was tingling. As the boy had promised, she was feeling horny.

She begrudgingly said to herself. “Great, now I need to say something nice to someone.”

In the back of her mind she knew that her disappointment in such an act was that attitude that Kyle had mentioned. It wasn’t really something she would have thought about before the curse. But now, she was forced to reflect on the things she said or thought. She very much wanted to spend the next week being kind and making the issue go away, but the curse would keep her verbal filter right where it had been before the call. She fell back onto her bed and opened her legs to make room for the added flesh.

Moments later, she heard another knock. “Jen, I’m coming in.” Her Mom insisted.

Jen noticed the anger in her mother’s voice. “Wait a second, I’m not decent.”

That was an understatement. She was lying flat on her back with her legs spread towards the door. Before she could cover up, Mom barged in. She looked at her splayed daughter, whose third breast, among other things, stared back. Jen panicked and reached for a pillow to cover her crotch while crossing her other arm over her reduced chest.

“What did you just say to your sister!” Mom yelled.

Jen was mortified that her mom had seen her freakish pussy breast. “I-…I told her to get out of my room. Jeez Mom, you should too! Let me put some cloths on before you just barge in!”

“Oh can it, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Mom replied. “I heard your cussing down the hall!”

“Yea, so what?” Jen argued.

“So what? She’s only twelve! You can’t use that sort of language in front of her!”

Jen thought to herself, “just say sorry, just say sorry,” but she was quickly realizing what the curse had done. Instead of a simple apology, she yelled, “Who cares, she’s going to learn it anyway. Now get out so I can get dressed!”

Mom was now quite flustered. “That’s it, I’m not arguing with you. You’re grounded for one week!”

Jen knew the consequences but couldn’t stop. “I hate you, just get out!”

A fairly typical teenage retort but hurtful none the less. As soon as the words left her mouth, the breast in her groin began to swell. Her hood moved up and her lips spread apart to reveal more of the soft flesh around the misplaced nipple. At the same time her upper two shrank. She was quickly becoming more aroused and could feel moisture building. The sensation caused the partially erect nipple to harden against the pillow, making her thighs prickle. Somehow Mom didn’t notice her discomfort.

With her mind no longer focused on the argument, she interrupted, “Y-… You saw it… How come you’re not saying anything?”

Mom, who was still fuming, asked, “Saw what!?”

“My crotch!” Jen argued with tears forming once again. She pulled the pillow aside so her mom could see the engorged breast between her legs. “Why aren’t you freaking out? This isn’t normal! It’s like I’ve got a tumor or something!”

“Oh for pets sake!” Mom sighed. “You’re grounded for one week. Now get dressed. The bus will be here any minute.”

Mom left her alone after that. Jen couldn’t believe it. Was her mother really so oblivious? Evidentially growing a boob between her legs wasn’t impossible, so maybe it was true that only she, her best friend and Kyle would know that this wasn’t normal. She went back to the mirror, this time with a little more difficulty since there was now a B cup breast drooping between her thighs. As if having a boob growing out of her pussy wasn’t bad enough, her normal breasts had shrank down to match the orb below.

Failure was certain, but she grabbed a pair of panties from her dresser and tried to pull them on. The fabric was unable to contain the bulging flesh that jutted out of her elongated vagina. Of course, her now over-sized bra didn’t fit either. She had no choice but to go commando, an idea that she had laughed at earlier that morning.

Fortunately, she still had some older bras buried in the bottom of her dresser. She had long since outgrown them, at least until today. The feeling of weightlessness on her chest wasn’t unwelcome, but could hardly be appreciated given the price she had paid for it. She was confused, sad and angry, but above all, very aroused.

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Chapter 3

Playing Hooky

From her window, she watched Mom’s car pull out of the driveway. The bus was running late, giving Jen an opportunity to play hooky. For now, her mom wouldn’t know that she hadn’t gotten on. Ali was already at the corner with a group of her friends. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice either.

“Two transformations…” She thought, having a hard time being sad since her body was feeling so hot.

Horny as ever, she pulled off her cloths and started playing with the lower breast. It was warm and a bit wet. The nipple stood at attention and sent shivers up her spine as she pinched and pulled. Her other hand found it’s way into the hole just below the pert breast and gently slipped inside.

She spent the next half hour enjoying the new sensations from the moist third breast and her dripping pussy, yet still couldn’t help but be annoyed and disgusted by the whole thing. She knew that she wouldn’t be fondling herself right now if not for Kyle’s perverted addition to the curse. Still, she couldn’t deny how good it felt. Some time passed and she began to feel the throbbing sensation of an orgasm coming on. She let loose, powerless to stop the wild contractions.

Something felt wrong. She looked down to see the nipple oozing something white. It was milk! As if having a breast replace her clitoris wasn’t enough, she lactated from it too? Strange as it was, it felt amazing. Like a continuous mini-orgasm that didn’t seem to stop when the rest of her body calmed down.

With mixed feelings and a drooling crotch nipple, she went to the bathroom to clean up.

It irritated her that this extra breast felt so good. She knew she needed to be kind to a few people to reverse the curse within a week, and she’d already lost half a day to a few arguments, insults and a long and strange masturbation session. Just how hard this would be? She stood there in the bathroom with her legs slightly spread. Some kind of freak looked back from the mirror. Seeing what she had become made her angry, but any time she thought about returning the favor, her mind went blank. Revenge simply wasn’t an option. Besides, being angry wouldn’t help her. She needed to make people happy. Then again, this was some magical curse. Surely there was a way to break it.

As she considered her options, she felt something familiar down below. She needed to pee, took a seat on the toilet and relaxed. A jet of urine hit the bottom of her breast and began to soak the seat as it dribbled off just below her new nipple. She scooted back to keep from dribbling on the floor while lifting up her gland to offer more room for the stream. Somewhat irritated, she finished up and wiped off the bottom of the breast, then cleaned up the bit of urine that dribbled on the seat and floor.

She stared at her naked body in the bathroom mirror and said, “You idiot, none of this would be happening if you hadn’t picked up the phone.”

Almost as soon as she finished the insult, her body was shocked by arousal. Her lower nipple hardened and she watched as the oddly placed mammary gland swelled outward. Her view wasn’t as obstructed since her normal breasts had shrank down to A cups. By the time the new flesh finished pushing her lips apart, it was a C cup. Still not uncomfortable, but definitely strange. She was horny again, but not so much that she couldn’t ignore it. After the mild shock of growing wore off she realized that she had just insulted herself. Her own reflection had been the culprit.

She looked in the mirror and said “Jen, you look beautiful.”

Nothing happened.

It dawned on her that part of the curse was that she couldn’t affect the condition with a person she had already insulted. She cursed. If that was her one freebie, she just lost by hurting her own feelings. She tried to remember the rumors and finer details of the curse.

Simply receiving it meant that she could pass it on to someone else. Could that be the solution she was looking for? If the mirror affected her, then could she direct the curse at herself to undo the changes?

Feeling clever, she said, “Jen, transform or dare … I choose transform … For your transformation, you will go back to the way you were before Kyle called this morning.”

She watched as her chest began to swell. At the same time, the third breast sticking out of her vagina was shrinking. After a few moments she looked almost normal, but her pussy was still tall and had the slight bulge. It hadn’t changed. Sure, her chest was back to normal, and the extra down below was neatly tucked away, but it was still there.

Now feeling a bit distraught, she noticed two small red spots on her torso. They didn’t hurt, but they seemed to be expanding. In seconds, the red spots took on the distinctive appearance of nipples. Her thoughts were racing as remembered something Kyle had said towards the end of the call. “This curse can’t be undone, if you try you’ll grow another pair.”

His comment was vague, but she was quickly realizing what it meant. “No” she whimpered, as a new pair of breasts pushed out, slowly swelling up until they matched the size of her original set. She was devastated. The curse was still active. Not only did she have a breast inside of her pussy, she now had four on her chest.

Not long after the change, there was a knock on her bedroom door. The sound made her jump. Was Mom home early? She was quiet for a moment; still standing naked in the bathroom, then asked, “W…-Who’s there?” She supposed it would keep the would-be intruder from coming in, but still felt a little stupid for giving herself away so easily.

“It’s me.” The quiet voice of her sister called back.

“Why aren’t you at school?” Jen asked, relieved that it wasn’t Mom.

“School closed early. I got a ride home with Katie.”

Jen, realizing that her sister didn’t know she never hopped on the bus, decided to play along. “Oh yea, It’s kind of nice to get the rest of the day off. Uh. Just gimme a sec here…”

She put on a baggy sweater to hide her new endowments. The soft fabric against her chest made her shiver as she pulled it down. She had literally just finished masturbating and was frustrated that her body was still so sensitive. It wasn’t bad though. At least not enough to stop her from seeing what Ali wanted. She knew that her new parts and any changes thereafter were considered normal. As was proven by the encounter with Mom that morning. Still, being naked wasn’t necessarily normal.

She pulled on a skirt, made sure her new breasts weren’t too obvious under the thick sweater and answered the door. Her sister simply asked if she could come in and talk.

“Sure…” Jen started. “Hey, do you know why we got out early?”

“Someone said a gas line broke…” Ali explained. “How did you get home anyways?”

“Oh… Uh… Suzy’s Mom dropped me off.” She lied.

Jen had a great relationship with her sister, with the exception of the dare related outburst that morning. She made a point to apologize before they started talking.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to.” Ali shrugged. “Someone made you do it.”

Taken back, Jen asked “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Ali sheepishly replied. “…Please don’t be mad. This morning… I was listening to your call from the phone in the kitchen.”

“I-…I’m not mad.” Jen hesitated. “Do you remember what Kyle said?”

“I heard it all.” She began. “The part about the boob down there, seven days, and the part about how nobody but you and your friends would know you had changed. But that has me really confused. Haven’t you always been this way?”

“No!” Jen replied, somewhat surprised at how powerful the curse was. “I used to be perfectly normal. Just like you. I didn’t change until that call.”

Ali looked her over. “But you look normal now.”

Jen quickly realized that it would indeed be hard to tell how different she was with the heavy sweater covering her new assets.

“Okay. Let me show you.” Jen sighed as she pulled up the sweater. Her lower row of breasts bounced free. The top two followed with a little slap as they landed. Jen felt goosebumps prickling across her chest as her multitude of tender nipples met cooler air.

“Sis, your so big! I hope mine are big like that some day.” Ali blushed as she watched them fall. “But I still don’t see anything wrong.”

“That’s part of the curse. I don’t normally have four! I used to have two, just like you or Mom.” Jen answered, shivering as she pulled her sweater back down. “Ali, I’m not supposed to have four breasts. You really don’t think that seems strange?”

“Well, sure. I guess I don’t know anyone else who has that many, but you’ve always been this way.” Ali shrugged.

Jen sighed and took a seat on the edge of her bed. “Even after hearing all of that, you really think I’m supposed to be like this.”

Ali sat down next to her. “Well, yea… It’s just normal. I thought that guy was just being a jerk and making fun of your other boob.”

“Okay. Since you heard the conversation, you understand that I’m currently under the effects of the curse, right?” Jen began. “Truth or… No … Uh… Transform or Dare…”

Ali nodded, then checked her phone. Jen didn’t think much of it and continued. “I never thought it was real, but Kyle made it so nobody would know any better. But, I wonder if it can be undone by someone else.”

“I already tried to undo it on my own and ended up with two more boobs. You don’t think that’s strange though. Anyway… Since I was cursed, I think I can pass it along. Will you help me change back?”

“Which one would you like me to pick?” Ali asked. “Should I transform or do a dare?”

“I’m glad your on board.” Jen replied. “Let’s figure out a plan first.”

“Too late now.” Ali added. “You said transform or dare a little bit ago.”

“But I wasn’t saying that to you.” Jen considered. “I was just telling you what happened.”

“Doesn’t matter, that’s all it takes.” Ali shrugged. “At least that’s what I heard.”

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Chapter 4

A New Player

Jen was surprised and concerned. How did Ali know about the curse power? Since when did just saying it trigger the exchange? She didn’t have time to second guess the new information and had to think fast. How did she do the mirror trick? She could just repeat that but instead of asking her reflection, the task would be for her sister.

Ali looked down at her phone and said, “Looks like time’s up. I guess I get both.”

“Oh no. I was just going to do a dare. I wasn’t sure how to word it.” Jen replied. “Um… Okay. How about this. For your dare, I want you to use the curse on me. When I pick transform, you tell me to turn back to the way I was before Kyle called.”

“I get a transformation too.” Ali grinned.

“R-…Right.” Jen hesitated. “You said you wanted bigger boobs didn’t you?”

“Yea!” Exclaimed Ali.

“Okay, you’ll transform to have big breasts like mine.” Jen continued, not putting much thought into her wording.

Seconds later, her sister’s chest began to swell.

“Oh crap! And … Uh… Everyone will think they’re totally normal, except you and I will know the truth!”

As much as she despised Kyle, making the transformation seem ‘normal’ to outside observers was actually very considerate. If the addition stuck, their parents and friends wouldn’t be freaking out or asking questions. Jen felt like she dodged a bullet. At least until two extra bumps began to grow under Ali’s shirt. She was sprouting a second pair just as Jen had when she tried to undo her own curse. Before she could amend the mistake, Ali went into a trance, completely powerless to stop herself from directing the curse back at Jen.

Ali woke from the curse induced hypnosis shortly after the exchange. It took her a moment to realize that her chest had grown. The realization sent her running to the bathroom, all four breasts bouncing with each step.

Jen sat there, half expecting a scream. Her sister was quiet. Perhaps Ali was in shock. Jen felt bad, but didn’t move. Any moment now, her own body should start to change back.

Minutes passed and nothing happened.

Fortunately, she wasn’t sprouting more breasts. Apparently that only happened if she tried to undo it by herself. Or maybe it could only happened once? From previous experiences, the changes happened almost instantly. Given that, she guessed that it simply didn’t work.

Kyle’s awful disclaimer echoed in her mind. “This curse can’t be undone, if you try you’ll grow another pair.”

Maybe Ali grew the second pair in her place. Did her sister now have a boob in-between her legs as well? The thought was unsettling and she decided that it was best not to try again for fear of cursing either of them with six breasts. Seven when counting the little one down below. With building concern, she went to check on her sister. Ali had pulled off her shirt and was fondling herself.

“You okay?” Jen asked.

“JEN! This is great. They’re just as big as yours. They feel all tingly!” Ali exclaimed.

“You didn’t…” Jen stuttered. “Uh… Is there a boob in your crotch too?”

“Of course not!” Ali laughed. “We aren’t twins you know.”

“You’re sure the curse didn’t add something?”

Ali pushed her pelvis forward to emphasize the subtle camel-toe pressed against her tight shorts. “Pretty sure you’re the only one with a boob down there Jen.”

“Right… Sorry.” Jen hesitated. “I’ll give you some privacy then. Enjoy those, I guess.”

Jen couldn’t help smiling as she stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t know if Kyle’s rule affected her curse or not, but to know that Ali’s genitals stayed ordinary was a huge relief. As far as Ali knew, Jen’s own multiplied assets were normal. If the last addition to the curse stuck, Ali would know that she used to have much smaller breasts. Perhaps Jen’s extras made her think that having four wasn’t out of the ordinary either.

Jen grabbed her backpack and left for the kitchen. Their parents wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. Since Martha wasn’t working and school had been cut short, she had to fend for herself. She prepared some leftover casserole, making a mess on the floor in the process. She hesitated to leave it, but decided that Martha would clean it up when she got back. Homework and lunch would be an easy way to take her mind off of the current predicament.

She was about an hour into her homework and, having been so focused, had nearly forgotten about the extra parts. A strong reminder appeared in the form of Ali, who was still topless when she ran into the dining room.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” Jen blushed.

“Mom and Dad aren’t home yet…” Ali shrugged. “And… Uh… None of my trainers fit anymore.”

“You could still wear a shirt!” Jen argued.

Ali disregarded the comment and continued. “I never wore my trainers anyway. I used to be so flat… But not anymore! … Can I ask you something?”

“W-… What?” Jen blushed.

“Can I try on some of your bras?” Ali begged. “Please… I just want to see what they’re like.”

“Uh… Knock yourself out.” Jen laughed. “They’re in my top right drawer.”

Ali ran back down the hall, excited to try on Jen’s more adult-sized bras. Jen, glad to be free of the distraction, continued with her homework. At least until she felt the familiar need to relieve herself. She guessed Ali was still in her room trying out bras and decided to use the bathroom down the hall.

She wasn’t able to undo the curse with Ali or the mirror trick, but the latter did shrink the one between her legs down. With less mass jutting out, her stream wasn’t diverted towards the floor. The more manageable size was a small victory, but a victory none the less.

She flushed and decided to pick up the rest of her homework later. Without much else to do, she went to watch TV. It helped keep her occupied, but hints of arousal had her gawking any time an attractive man came up on the screen. Even though the mirror trick reset the curse, she still felt horny. Could it have had something to do with the additions to her chest? Or did the levels of arousal stay with her through the change? Feeling frisky, she decided to head back to her room for some alone time.

It wasn’t very late but her parents would be home soon. Beyond simply wanting some personal time, she hoped to have showered and hopped into bed before either of them returned. Sleep was favored over speaking with mom. Especially after their argument that morning. She still couldn’t believe her reaction, or lack-there-of, to her modified groin. Even without the boob, Mom would have never just shrugged that off. She supposed Ali was just as oblivious. A strange, but perhaps welcome side effect of the curse.

Jen entered her room. Ali was still there, lying on the bed, squeezing her lower breasts and giggling. The top row was hoisted up in one of Jen’s sexier lace bras. It fit perfectly. Turns out, Ali’s new breasts truly were just like hers. Even her nipples looked familiar. Maybe Kyle’s rule wasn’t the cause after all. For whatever reason, the sight of her cloned breasts attached to her little sister was turning her on. It felt wrong and Jen decided that it was time for her to go.

She politely asked Ali to leave. Ali, too busy with her new assets, ignored the request. Jen wasn’t too surprised. If she suddenly grew four big sensitive breasts at that age, she’d have probably spent a few hours playing as well. In any case, it was her bedroom and she wanted to be alone. Still trying to be polite, she insisted once more.

“I don’t want to, I’m having fun.” Ali argued. “Why don’t you leave?”

“You have your own room, go play with your tits in there!” Jen yelled, finally losing her temper.

“Fine!” Ali complained as she ran out of the room.

Jen groaned as her body began to change. Her top four breasts shrank while both labia spread apart and extended up her mons. Her crotch breast pushed out, glistening with juices while the nipple hardened. She had managed to ignore mild arousal for most of the afternoon, but this made those feelings surge back to the surface. Her knees quivered as she walked bow-legged to push the bedroom door shut. Off came the sweater and skirt, followed by an uncomfortable walk to the bathroom.

She started the water, waited for it to warm up and stepped in. Rivulets trailed down her skin and dripped from the base of each breast. She pinched the nipple in her pussy while running the other hand along her chest. It wasn’t long before milk began to drool from the nipple in her crotch. This time she wasn’t disgusted by herself. In fact, after exchanging the curse with her sister she felt resigned to this fate. One day was over, only six more to go. She still had a few days time to shrink the gland in her groin. Could positive changes reverse the additions to her chest as well?

It was really hard to be concerned as her body gave into pleasure. The sensation she got from lactating out of her groin was unreal, sending shivers up her spine every time she squeezed and pulled. Spasms in her thighs made her pussy squeeze down, causing the internal breast to spray milk with each flex. For a moment, she imagined that she’d be happy to stay like this, if only for that feeling.

As Kyle promised, the overwhelming need to masturbate dissipated as she satisfied herself. As the last of several small orgasms came to pass, she calmed down enough to focus on actually taking a shower.

Her groin still tingled as she lathered soap onto her body. She could just as easily keep playing but the water was already beginning to cool. After a few minutes she stopped the shower and stepped out. The cold air made her tender nipples stand as she pulled the curtain shut behind her. Each fingertip was wrinkled from spending so much time in the water.

Even though she had satisfied the curse, the breast that hung from her pussy was proving to be a problem. The nipple stayed hard and sensitive, occasionally dripping milk. Simply moving her legs was enough to express more fluid. It still felt great. Maybe good enough to keep stroking.

She had to fight the urge to touch the tender tip. It would likely just make it produce more milk. After a few more uncomfortable minutes, it stopped. She wiped away the excess milk, then put on her night gown. Fortunately it was long and loose, leaving plenty of room for her three new breasts. Mom would likely be home by now but hadn’t come up to talk with her.

Jen was still determined to avoid that conversation and decided to get in bed. Admittedly, it was a bit early to sleep but, after stressing out that morning and spending so much time masturbating, she felt exhausted. It wasn’t long before she dozed off.

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Chapter 5

The Next Day

An alarm sounded. Jen had hoped yesterday was all a dream, but the pressure between her legs and added weight on her torso was a clear indication that it wasn’t. With a groan, she turned off the alarm. It was now Wednesday, a little after 6:15 in the morning.

She felt well rested but would have preferred to stay home. Regardless of how normal her body looked, it was still embarrassing to have a lump in her crotch and extra boobs for the guys to stare at. Even so, the only way she could undo the curse was to be nice to people. There should be plenty of opportunities at school. Besides, she got lucky with yesterday’s incident. Missing another day would put her behind on her classwork.

As per her usual routine, she slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. The last time she took a leak with an over-grown crotch breast resulted in a mess. Now she knew what to expect. With a firm grip, she lifted the mass up as best she could. Hot fluid still hit the bottom but nothing spattered the seat. She finished up and went back to her room.

Both her mom and sister had proven that the changes were practically invisible. Whether it looked normal or not, that didn’t change the fact that none of her usual panties would comfortably contain the B cup breast that drooped from her pussy. She had some stretchier pairs somewhere in the bottom of the drawer but due to a lack of motivation, decided it was easier just to free-buff. At least until she managed to shrink things.

All she had to do was compliment someone. How hard could that be? She tossed a spare pair of panties into her backpack. Fred would have already left for work and she had used up her chances with the rest of the family. She kicked herself for not saying something nice to him before he left, but decided it was best not to dwell on it. It’s not like she got along with him anyway.

“I’ll just have to fix this at school.” She considered, not giving much regard to her typical attitude towards students outside of her circle of friends.

She clipped on a slightly loose bra and reasoned that school shouldn’t be too bad so long as she stayed away from anyone who might annoy her. As a busty girl, she often dealt with jealous remarks and cat-calls. Quick and witty responses typically fended off the assholes. But today, she would try to avoid them as best she could. Kindness was a one shot deal per person and, according to Kyle, it had to be genuine.

She pulled up a skirt then went to her mirror. The lump in her crotch wasn’t visible under the pleated fabric. Unfortunately, her second row of breasts hung fully exposed below her bra. She wondered how she’d cover up the extra set. Anything she could do to avoid unneeded attention would be worth while. It too warm to spend the day in a sweater and another bra would only serve to emphasize the condition. Gauze tape came to mind. She went the bathroom and found a first aid kit under the vanity. It had a roll long enough for a basic compression bra.

When she was about half way through wrapping herself, there was a knock at the door.

“Honey, can I come in?” Mom asked. She didn’t sound angry and Jen was, for the most part, decent.

“Sure Mom, come on in,” Jen sighed, a little worried that their argument might come up.

“What are you doing?” Mom asked as Jen wrapped another loop of gauss around her extra breasts.

“What does it look like? I’m covering up.” Jen blushed. It felt a bit odd to say that, given that her original breasts were already hidden behind a bra.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you or your sister try to cover up the lower set. I mean, just the other day Ali had on that short cut top and spent most of the afternoon with the bottom row peeking out.” Mom laughed.

Ali did have a short top on couple days ago, but it was definitely before her new additions. Did the curse mess with their mother’s memory?

“Your sister told me you apologized about yesterday. You’re still grounded for using the F-word, but I appreciate that you were willing to say sorry.”

Jen was a little surprised. It was evident from the shifted mass in her breasts that her sister had been angry. Still, simply telling her to get out of her room was nothing to hold a grudge over. If anything, Jen had more right to be angry since she didn’t leave on the first request. Not that it mattered either way. The damage had been done.

“I got you something on my way home from work.”

Jen glanced up, curious as to what award the apology had granted. Mom tossed a small plastic bag onto the bed. “I knew you needed some so I picked up a pack on my way home yesterday.”

It was a package of boys underwear.

“Hey Mom…” Jen started. “Looks like you accidentally grabbed boys undies.”

“Don’t be silly, panties don’t offer the kind of support you need.” Mom winked. “I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you this evening alright?”

“Sure.” Jen nodded.

Mom stepped out, leaving her to finish dressing. She supposed that the underwear were worth a try, given that her panties were all too tight. She finished wrapping her boobs and tucked the excess gauze between the cleavage. It was obvious that she was smuggling something, but the tape would keep them from moving too much.

Content with her secondary ‘bra’, she turned her attention to the new package, tearing a small hole to get at the cotton briefs. The cotton was stretchy, much more so than the thongs and panties she usually wore. She poked her finger through the two folds on the front.

“Guys would just let their dick slide out of this to pee.” She laughed. “How convenient.”

She pulled them on. They fit well against her waist, but were baggy around her bottom and groin. Jen reasoned that it was because she had been bigger the day that Mom bought them. She was about to pull them off, but noticed the time. The bus had been running late yesterday, but wasn’t likely to run behind two days in a row. She quickly slipped on a loose fitting shirt, grabbed her backpack and left the room.

Ali was waiting in the living room. She was wearing one of her cute halter tops but, with the recent growth, it barely fit.

“Isn’t that too tight?” Jen asked as the two of them left for the bus stop.

“Yea, a little.” Ali grinned. “Do you think the boys will like it?”

“Did those new boobs turn you into a pervert?” Jen joked. “I can’t believe Mom didn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean, pervert?” Ali argued. “I wear this all the time. It’s not any worse than what you usually wear.”

“I just hope everyone thinks it’s normal.” Jen shrugged.

Ali didn’t offer a reply as they boarded the bus. Had she forgotten that her chest was almost totally flat yesterday or did she just not care? Jen kept an eye on her as she went to sit with her friends. Some of the boys were checking her out, but not any more than usual. Jen’s added condition must have worked.

She was glad for it and scanned the bus for Suzy, finding her a few rows from the front. Suzy was her best friend. That meant that she was the only person besides Kyle who would know that she had changed.

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Chapter 6

School

Jen wasn’t sure how Suzy would react and decided to keep her multiplied chest hidden. She clutched her backpack in front and moved down the isle. So far, nobody was giving her much attention. Not even Suzy, who was staring out the window. Jen cautiously took a seat and offered a quiet hello.

They spent most of the ride gossiping about some of the girls in cheer squad. Suzy didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, but was acting a little odd. Maybe more shy than usual. Did she already know about the curse? If she did, she wasn’t saying anything.

After the short ride, they arrived at school. Suzy and Jen were in different classes throughout the day. Usually they hated that but, for once, Jen considered herself lucky to part ways.

If Suzy found out what happened, would she think Jen was some kind of freak? No, of course not. They had been friends for years. Something like this couldn’t possibly drive them apart. She would tell her, but it could wait until after school.

Of course, she might be able to cure herself before Suzy ever had to find out. All she needed to do was be nice to someone and the curse would go away. Feeling slightly more optimistic, she went to her locker to trade out text books.

During the exchange, she caught Jeffery’s attention. He was a junior she picked on a few days earlier. Without provocation he yelled, “Hey titty-crotch, how’s it hanging?”

“Of course he knew.” She thought. “Wouldn’t everyone know? Supposedly it was normal. Still… To just yell it out like that?”

Her cheeks flushed red as she turned. She didn’t want to respond and desperately willed herself to stay quiet, but it was no use. “Firm and sexy, unlike anything you’ve got in your crotch!”

A few nearby students laughed. Jeffery grumbled as he walked away. She smiled at her wit but soon felt new changes coming on. Her top two rows shrank, causing her already loose bra to slip. The gauze held alright, but felt like it might come undone if she made sudden movements. As her chest shifted, she felt pressure in her groin. Shortly after the change, the bell rang. Irritated at the timing, she grabbed her things and hobbled to her first class, feeling self conscious and more than a little aroused.

Jen was lucky enough to make it through her next round of classes without really speaking to anyone. She did see Suzy in the hall. They spoke for a few minutes but Jen decided not to bring up her transformation just yet. For better or worse, Suzy might be one of her only chances to change back on the last few days.

Her shirt was baggy enough to hide the changes on her chest but during their conversation she could see Suzy’s eyes wondering towards the bump in her skirt. Jen leaned forward to hide it, but Suzy clearly knew something was up. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

Suzy eventually left for lunch. Jen didn’t have much of an appetite and instead went to the bathroom for a little privacy. She still felt horny, but had it under control. She pulled off her shirt and let the bra fall down. Her four breasts were now perky B cups.

She undid her skirt next, allowing it to drop to her ankles. The boys undies her mom had bought were now holding firm against the front of the breast. She slid them down to asses the damage. Her pussy boob was at least a B cup, closely matching the ones above. The nipple was rock hard and slightly damp. It was impressive how much mass was now centered in her groin. She reached for the nipple, but stopped herself.

“Not here…”

With an opportunity to adjust things, she found that the boys undies did a surprisingly good job of lifting the breast off of her thighs. It was a bit easier walk since the orb was no longer allowed to bounce between them. She wondered if that was something guy’s usually dealt with.

A dirty thought followed soon after, provoking her to pull apart the fabric folds on the front of her underwear. The hard nipple poked free. She pushed her pelvis forward and giggled. “Look, I’m a hermaphrodite, I can cum with it and everything…”

She let the fabric flaps fall back into place, shivering as the cloth slid along the sensitive point. Wetness plagued her vagina as she put back on the rest of her clothes. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was determined to avoid touching herself until that evening. She had spent half of her lunch hour in the bathroom and didn’t care to visit the cafeteria now. Most of her friends would have already left anyway. She grabbed an energy bar from a vending machine and went straight to her next class.

Aside from a few uncomfortable bathroom breaks along the way, the rest of her classes were uneventful. She was aching to play with herself when the final bell rang. The only thing between her and sexual relief was the bus ride home. Could she make it? She squirmed in the seat, shivering as the vehicle vibrated. Her crotch begged for attention and she could feel juices drooling from the aching nipple.

Suzy ended up on a later bus due to a club activity. Perhaps that was for the better. Even she wouldn’t be safe from Jen’s lust. After what felt like an eternity, the bus stopped. She hopped up just as the door opened and ran to the front, cutting off a few other students on the way. The annoyed driver tried to call after her, but she was too quick.

“How was school?” Mom asked as she threw open the door.

“F-… Fine…” She stuttered, quickly rushing past to find privacy in her room.

She quickly pulled the bedroom door shut and undressed. Her shirt and bra came off easily since her breasts were now two cup sizes smaller than they should have been. She let the gauss unravel onto the floor then kicked off her shoes.

She looked down at her swollen gland as the skirt dropped. The nipple was so hard it was making a little tent in the underwear. She squirmed as she pulled them down to reveal the moist breast. She could feel it throbbing with lust. An unusual feeling for a mammary gland, but she suspected some of her clitoris was still present somewhere inside of it. She laid back on her bed gave the fleshy orb a squeeze.

Goose bumps ran up her skin as she gently fondled her lower nipple and ran the fingers of her free hand under her spread labia. She slowly rubbed her way into the hole below and vigorously stroked in and out and along the bottom of her breast while pinching and squeezing her rock hard nipple.

Her upper nipples would usually tingle and crave attention as well, but this time it was almost all concentrated in her groin. She continued to pleasure herself until her erect nipple began to ooze milk. A fine spray dampened her hands each time her body tensed up. For the next hour she was numb with pleasure and could barely think of anything beyond sex.

The artificial needs eventually wore off but, like before, the nipple on her crotch breast continued to leak. Her thighs and hands were soaked with sweat and milk. Worse still, there was a small mess on the bed.

Though the amount wasn’t nearly as much as she might have expected, given how it felt. She went to the bathroom, leaving a trail of milk drops in her wake. A minor inconvenience to be sure, but something she could clean up after a shower.

She spent around fifteen minutes washing up before returning to asses the situation. The milk trail from the bed to the bathroom wasn’t bad, just a few drips that were easy to wipe up with her discarded shirt. Same went for the damp spot on the bed, though she was still tempted to replace her sheets.

There wasn’t enough to soak up with a rag, so she simply pulled the sheet over the foot board so it could air dry. With that out of the way, she went to her full length mirror to see how things looked. When she was aroused, her body was as sexy as anything. Now she could only see a freak. Her smaller breasts seemed out of place, though hardly an issue when compared to the orb that jutted from her feminine lips down below.

It wasn’t ideal, but she was slowly becoming accustomed to this new body. Though she was still annoyed that she had wasted most of the evening masturbating.

While she examined herself, her mother hollered. “Jen, come get some supper.”

Jen jumped away from the mirror, startled by the sudden call. She quickly put on some clean clothes and met her mom and sister in the dining room. Mom had warmed up some leftovers. Jen was annoyed to be eating the same thing two days in a row and asked when Martha would be back.

“Should be here tomorrow.” Mom replied. “Why?”

“No reason… I just don’t see why she needed a day off.” Jen mumbled.

Her mom shrugged it off and left for the dining room. Jen was exhausted from her post-school workout and decided to turn in after she finished eating. It was early, but she really didn’t feel like doing much else. She left her dishes on the table and went to her bedroom. By now, the wet spot on her sheet had dried, though it did leave a faint stain. She ignored it and crawled under the sheets, content to stay there until morning. Two days down, five to go. She would definitely compliment people tomorrow. That’s all she needed to do to reverse Kyle’s stupid curse.

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Chapter 7

Positive Changes

Jen’s alarm went off right on cue. She switched it off and sat up to stretch.

“Yep, still there,” she thought as her thighs squeezed the pussy breast.

With a sigh, she got out of bed and walked over to her dresser. Most of her wardrobe were tight fitting shirts and pants. She had an attractive body and her cloths reflected that awareness, but ever since Kyle’s call, she had become a freak. Short cut tops and tight shorts were not ideal. The four breasts on her torso and drooping mammary gland would be impossible to miss.

She didn’t have many baggy shirts to wear and the weather was too warm for sweaters. As such, she made due with a freebie t-shirt that was one size too big. She hoped to avoid comments at school and this shirt was just big enough for her four breasts to be nondescript. This time, she didn’t bother with a bra. She could have worn an old trainer to cover up the top row, but what was the point if the bottom set had no support. Besides, most of what she had were two cup sizes too large now.

She remembered how pissed she was at Kyle, yet couldn’t consider taking revenge. She transformed every time she hurt someone’s feeling and so far, had about five negative changes. Six if you count the extra breasts she grew when she tried to undo the curse in the mirror. She wasn’t exactly happy about the extra breasts on her torso, but thought about how big her crotch would have been if she hadn’t managed to reset the first three changes during that attempt.

After accidentally cursing her sister, she had come to the conclusion that this really wasn’t going away. She pulled on her underwear, gently lifting her crotch bosom up into the supportive fabric, then thought about who she’d been mean to so far. There was that boy at school, though she felt a bit justified in that one. She was mean to her sister thanks to the dare, and she was mean to her mom during an argument. Out of her family, only Fred was left as a chance to reverse some of the transformations.

That would be a gamble, since she wasn’t always nice to him. She planned to hold off on that one.

“Is that everyone?” She considered. Then she remembered their maid, Martha.

Martha was usually there for a few hours each morning and Mom mentioned that she would be back from her vacation today. Jen was almost embarrassed, thinking about how little thought she normally gave to their maid. Martha had been working for her family since she was ten and Jen had always mistreated her. The sudden empathy must have been a result of the curse forcing her to reflect on past wrongdoings. She decided that she needed to say something nice, if not to help alleviate her bulging crotch, it might begin to make up for some of the mistreatment. She pulled on a pleated skirt, loose enough to hide the bump, then found her socks and shoes. Then, with her backpack in hand, she went down the hall to find their maid.

“Martha?” She called.

A moment later, Martha called back from the kitchen. “In here.”

Jen found Martha scrubbing something off of the floor. She frowned, realizing that it was a mess that she had left while heating up leftovers a couple nights ago.

With a grunt, Martha said, “What do you need?”

“Address me more politely.” Jen blurted.

Jen bit her lip, annoyed at the way the conversation began. The curse simply wouldn’t let her be nice. Deep down, she knew that it wasn’t just that. Kyle’s curse forced her to remember so many other times she behaved this way. She was still angry at him for doing this to her, but was starting to appreciate the new viewpoint. It was no wonder she didn’t get along with Fred or half the kids at school. It was a hard realization, but one she was determined to overcome.

“Sorry Jennifer, is there anything I can do for you?” Martha replied.

Jen braced for a new transformation. Nothing happened. Martha must not have been offended. There was still a chance to make her happy.

“I just…” Jen started. “I wanted to tell you that I appreciate everything you do for us.”

Martha, still on her knees, sat back and turned towards Jen. “Thanks hon, you better hurry, don’t want to miss the bus.”

As Martha bent back down to continue scrubbing Jen could feel the changes playing in reverse. In moments her swollen groin was down to an A cup and her upper breasts had grown, though they weren’t quite as big as she was used to. The extra pair seemed to grow as well, but she supposed they would have to swell to their starting size before shrinking back down. At least that’s what she hoped as she went towards the front door. Her sister was waiting on the porch swing. Today, she decided to wear a tube top that barely covered her lower breasts. The underside of each orb hung seductively from the tight fabric and Jen was certain that her nipples would slip free if she stood up too fast.

And, as predicted, they appeared when she stood up. Their mom, who happened to be leaving at the same time, said, “You two have fun at school!”

She was completely oblivious to Ali’s exposed breasts.

“Ali, don’t you want to cover up a bit more?” Jen blushed.

“You’re one to talk.” She replied, making no effort to pull the fabric down. “You wear stuff like this all the time.”

Jen didn’t have a response. It wasn’t far from the truth, though, that was before either of them grew extra boobs. She followed Ali to the bus stop, trying not to watch as her younger sisters breasts wobbled in the open air. Jen still couldn’t get past the fact that her sisters assets looked like they had been cloned from her own. Even the skin-tone seemed a little off.

Shortly after boarding, Ali found a seat near the back with her friends. Jen was still amazed that nobody seemed to notice Ali’s exposed breasts, not even the boys sitting near the back as she walked past. Jen thought that she might try wearing something a little more revealing the next day. Just to test the waters. She might have to anyway. She was wearing one of her only loose fitting shirts, which wasn’t quite as loose since Martha helped her grow. If she did manage to get one more positive change, even this oversized t-shirt wouldn’t hide the fact that she had twice as many boobs as the other girls.

She scanned the seats to find Suzy but couldn’t find her anywhere. Cursing the luck but still determined to be nice to someone, she looked for other passengers who weren’t likely to react poorly to one of her curse-filtered compliments.

Most of the boys just wanted to fuck her and a lot of the girls were jealous. There were exceptions. Her best friend and a few of the girls on cheer squad and swim team would take a compliment. Whether or not it would make them genuinely happy was a different matter. Most of her friendships were superficial. Something she sort of knew but never really thought about before the curse.

This was bad. Most of the boys would assume she was coming on or making fun of them. Most of the girls would think she was fishing for compliments. Looking around, she realized that she’d made an enemy of just about everyone in that bus at some point. Just last week she had made fun of Tim for a stain on his shirt. A couple days ago she laughed at Felicia’s new bracelet, accusing her of getting it from a coin machine.

Regardless of the situation, she couldn’t help notice that the bus was emptier than usual. There was a rumor from yesterday that some bug was going around. Maybe that’s why Suzy wasn’t there? The few who were left were unfamiliar or potential enemies.

She noticed Brian sitting near the front. He was a plain looking boy who usually kept to himself. She had never really belittled him and decided that it might be an opportunity to say something nice. She slid in next to him.

“Uh… What’s up?” He stuttered.

“My friend isn’t here today, so I thought I’d chat with you instead. I’ve seen you in a few of my classes but you’re usually really quiet. Is something wrong with you?” Jen asked.

“Fuck all!” She thought. “Already off to a bad start.”

Fortunately she didn’t change. He must have read it as sarcasm. Something she used to think she was good at. Maybe he was just too nervous to be offended. She did have that effect on guys.

“No.” He laughed. “I guess I’m just a bit of an introvert. I tend to keep quiet unless I’m interested in the conversation.”

“Are you interested in this conversation?” She poked back.

“It’s a bit too early to tell, what would you like to talk about?” He smiled.

They continued to talk until the bus stopped in front of their school. She was surprised at how short the ride felt. It wasn’t a long ride to begin with, but still. Brian was actually really nice and shared a lot of her interests.

“We should chat more often.” Brian said.

“Sure, same time tomorrow?” She replied.

They said goodbye and left for different parts of the building. Her shirt felt tighter and her groin had been reduced. He must have enjoyed the conversation, so much so that it triggered a positive change for Jen. She wasn’t sure when it happened. Definitely during the ride, but she had hardly noticed anything during their conversation. Regardless, it was a victory against the curse. A few more positive changes and her second row might start to deflate as well.

“He’s a bit short, but does have a cute smile.” She considered.

Feeling a little naughty, she imagined what his dick might have looked like. It was hard to guess what he might have had, but his personality didn’t really indicate a need to compensate. She could feel the prickly sensation of arousal and was suddenly more aware of the four breasts on her chest than the one downstairs. Thanks to Brian her cursed pussy was back to normal, or at least as close to normal as it could get. She still had a nipple instead of a clitoris. Was this the first time she had felt non-cursed arousal since before Tuesday?

It was a nice feeling but something she would have to ignore until after school. With her mind on genitals, she realized that, without the gland hanging from her groin, the boy’s undies were pointless. The waistband held fine, but the loose fabric bunched up between her legs uncomfortably. Her pussy still had a larger than average mound but her usual panties should fit now.

There was a pair in her backpack. The same ones that she had tossed in yesterday morning. She wanted to use the mirror and commandeered a nearby handicap bathroom so that she could lock the door. The boys undies came off, revealing a closed slit. The opening was still unusually long and her pelvis had a slight bulge, but this was as close to normal as it was going to get. At least until her next positive change.

Weirdly enough, she thought that she might miss the pussy nipple. Her clit was fun, but the nipple seemed to offer so much more. Lactation created a constant hum of orgasmic pleasure. She could even stimulate it to bring herself to climax as if there was a normal clit down there.

If normalcy was the goal, she had something larger to worry about. Three positive changes brought back her D cups. Unfortunately, the growth had been affecting all four. Walking around school with two extra bumps was bad, but not near as bad as the obvious nipples against her shirt. She kicked herself for not putting a bra in her backpack that morning. Granted, that would only solve half of the problem. Gauze tape came to mind, but even that was currently out of reach.

Being bra-less wasn’t too bad, she just needed to find a way to cover the nipples. She dug through her backpack and found a small box of band-aids. They’d do alright as make-shift pasties, though she would have never imagined using them this way. Regardless, she was glad to have them on hand. After a successful test on her top right nipple, she started work on the bottom row.

She pulled her shirt back down and looked herself over. The mass of each orb was still very noticeable but at least her nipples weren’t making miniature tents in the recently tightened fabric. As she examined herself, the bell rang.

She cursed, quickly stuffed the band-aid box and underwear into her backpack, then clumsily pulled back on her skirt and ran for the door. She was glad to have taken off the baggy boys underwear, but never had a chance to put on her spare panties. Had it been any other class she might have taken the time, but her first period teacher wasn’t tolerant of late students. Having been cursed was stressful enough and dealing with an angry teacher might trigger a negative change. She ran as quickly as she could down the mostly vacant hall and made it to her desk just before he walked in.

What followed was very routine. Textbooks out, phones away, and gobs of notes. Her next classes were similarly uneventful. So much so that she forgot about her condition a few times, startling herself when the desk brushed against her additional bosom. These unexpected jumps made a few students glance with confused expressions. Even then, nobody seemed to notice or care about her apparent condition.

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Chapter 8

Brian Gets Lucky

The first half of the day eventually ended, freeing her to visit the cafeteria. Nothing happened to trigger a positive or negative change, though she might have come close a few times. One notable moment was during fourth period when she told off some boys who were checking her out. Fortunately, telling people to buzz off, or stop staring wasn’t enough to hurt feelings. All things considered, that wasn’t any different than what she dealt with before the change.

She dropped off her backpack and met some of the other cheerleaders in the hallway. The group met a few more friends in the cafeteria and took over a table once they had their lunch. None of them noticed her new endowment as they chatted about tomorrow’s practice. She couldn’t help but wonder how that would go with four breasts bouncing around in a top fitted for two.

She turned to Beth and, trying not to sound too awkward, asked, “Is it unusual that I have four breasts?”

“No, you’ve always had four.” Beth replied nonchalantly.

“It’s not strange to you?” Jen pressed. “Everyone else just has two.”

“The only thing unusual about you today is that old shirt.” Beth smirked.

Jen let out a sarcastic laugh. “What about my sister? Don’t you think her chest is unusual? With the four boobs and all.”

“I suppose she is kind of big for a girl that young.” Beth shrugged. “What’s with all the weird questions Jen?”

“Sorry… Forget I asked.” Jen sighed.

She might not have even mentioned it if not for the feeling of her two lower bumps rubbing against the table. They felt so natural that even she would forget they weren’t supposed to be there. That same complacency nearly made her forget that she needed to make someone happy to reverse the curse. With that back in mind, she turned her attention to Chloe just across the table.

“Did you get a haircut?” She asked. “Either way, it looks good.”

“Aw, thanks Jen.” She answered. “You’re the first person to notice.”

Chloe seemed pleased but nothing happened to Jen’s extra breasts or pussy. She wasn’t sure if it was, in part, due to the superficial nature of the compliment, or just that she couldn’t undo the curse any further than where it currently was. Her normal breasts were back up to their usual size and the one in her pussy was too small to be a hindrance.

She’d technically gotten back to square one and could have kept to herself. But these compliments weren’t meant to fix her pussy. They were meant to shrink the extra set on her torso. When they remained unchanged, Jen guessed that Chloe didn’t really appreciate the compliment. She didn’t have much time to think about it before three boys started singing, “Cow-girl and Brian, kissing in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”

Before she could respond, Brian yelled, “Shut up! We just spoke on the bus. It didn’t mean anything!”

“Brian likes the cow-girl!” The second boy yelled back.

“Ha ha yea, you should go grab an extra milk!” A third added, clearly not the smartest in the group.

“Cow Girl?!” Jen thought, fuming. “You squirrel dicks are just jealous that I’d give him the time of day over any of you!”

“And you!” She yelled, pointing towards Brian. She was about to tell him off but was suddenly hit with three times the usual arousal. “…Come with me! … Now…”

She left her lunch tray behind and dragged him towards the hall. Brian didn’t know what to do and let her lead him out of the cafeteria. As they left, she could hear some her friends laughing at the boys, or maybe at her. It didn’t matter, she really couldn’t focus on that right now.

As they moved down the hall, she could feel her sex spreading open as the misplaced gland swelled. Her upper breasts shrank until she could hardly feel them against her shirt.

“What’s wrong? What are you doing.” Brian asked, slightly panicked yet somehow oblivious to the change in her gate.

“C-… Can’t explain … just … come on…” She stuttered as they rounded the corner and went straight for the handicap bathroom she had used that morning.

Luckily, nobody had followed them and the hallway was empty when she pulled open the door and pushed him in.

She stepped in after him and locked the door. “I need you to fuck me right now!”

“I… What?” He gasped. “A-… Are you serious?”

The poor guy. This may very well have been his first time for all she knew, but her wet vagina and the tender breast in her groin were desperate for attention.

“Okay… But don’t tell anyone, this too strange.” He hesitated.

“That a boy,” she thought, grateful for the cooperation. She quickly pulled off her skirt and set it on the sink. Now there was nothing to stop Him from seeing the massive tit between her legs. Her labia spread wide and the opening had extended several more inches up her mons to accommodate the most recent expansion. She couldn’t wait and started massaging it with both hands.

“What are you waiting for?” She breathed. “Let’s fuck already!”

“Oh, right…” Brian stuttered.

His cock was already hard and making tent out of his shorts. The bump was impressive on its own, but even more so when everything came off. He must have been seven, maybe eight inches long.

“Not Bad…” She thought as she moved towards him.

It didn’t take long for them to find out that the pussy breast made it difficult, if not impossible, to fuck from the front. She bent forward, holding herself up with the edge of the sink. Brian carefully took hold of her waist, sliding his cock along the bottom of her sagging pussy breast in search of her waiting slit.

The two of them shivered when he finally slid inside. Brian took the opportunity to move one hand down from her waist to play with her lower left nipple. With surprising dexterity, he peeled back the band-aid. She didn’t mind. It was just one more point of stimulation and she needed all the help she could get.

It was a little strange that he found her misplaced nipple so easily. Did he already know it was there? Like everyone else, he must have thought her freakish body had always been like this. Not that it mattered either way. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, fondling her pussy nipple and moaning each time Brian’s meaty shaft slit along her inner walls. She wasn’t sure if Brian was really good at this or if she was just too aroused to care. It almost felt like he was matching her rhythm and flexing in sync with her contractions. It was fantastic, much better than going at it alone.

The two of them were in full swing when the bell echoed down the hall. Jen was still aroused. Each time Brian applied pressure, her nipple sprayed milk. This steady expression electrified her body. Those orgasmic sensations were all compounded by the power of the curse. This was more growth and arousal in one setting than she’d ever experienced before.

She would have been happy to keep going, but Brian’s rhythm changed when he heard the bell. He was pumping faster, hoping to finish as quickly as possible. Jen didn’t care, it still felt amazing and she was content to ignore the sound until her body was satisfied. Brian, on the other hand, was torn between being late and spending the day with blue balls.

He pushed himself until warmth built in the base of his shaft, a feeling he knew all to well. His penis twitched violently as he pulled out and spun to face the toilet. Cum burst from the tip, arching through the air. His seed landed unceremoniously across the seat. He squeezed out the remainder before wiping the seat and floor with some paper towels. While he attempted to clear the evidence, Jen continued to masturbate.

“Jen… You’ve got to stop.” He begged. “We’re gonna be late.”

“J-… Just… Go without me…” She replied between breaths.

Brian had helped, but she was still too aroused to do much more than stroke her malformed genitals.

“Please… Don’t tell anyone… ”

“I won’t, but you should really hurry up.” He insisted, now more concerned than horny.

He pulled his pants back up and left her alone. It almost seemed like he knew she couldn’t stop. Maybe the curse made that seem normal as well. On shaky legs, she managed to lock the door behind him, never once removing her hand from the dripping breast. The next half hour was a continuous masturbation session. She didn’t have much choice. The curse wouldn’t let her stop until the tension was gone. Fortunately, the visceral need to pleasure herself was fading, gradually putting her back in control. She guessed she would be back to her usual self after two, maybe three more orgasms. It felt so good.

A few minutes later, a building climax was interrupted by a knock.

Without thinking, she yelled. “Wait, I’m not finished!”

Her mind went back to the first day of the curse. She had given herself away just as easily when her sister knocked. It felt stupid but it was too late to take it back. Her body was still hot with lust but she was able to stop herself long enough to listen. Who was out there? Was it one of the handicapped kids? How embarrassing would it have been to walk out and see someone in a wheelchair or on crutches. Her only ailment was an overactive sex drive. She had no business in the handicap bathroom.

There it was again, the curse was forcing her to think about her actions. To think about how she made others feel. Had she always been this bad? She continued to listen, hoping to hear footsteps moving away from the door.

“Why aren’t you in class?” A voice called out.

Jen recognized the voice of the principal. Arousal was quickly becoming panic.

“I-… I’m not feeling well.” She lied.

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Veronica asked.

Jen’s voice was shaking as she spun story about a stomach ache and throwing up.

“Alright. Clean yourself up. I’ll wait out here.”

Jen grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped milk from her legs and the floor. Her pussy nipple was still leaking. She would have put her underwear on, but they were in her backpack. The backpack that was currently in her locker.

Without a better idea, she finished pealing the band-aid from her lower left breast, wiped away as much milk as she could, then applied it over her crotch nipple. It was doing an Okay job catching the fluid but wouldn’t stop it for long. Especially since something as simple as walking was enough to make it squirt. She put back on her skirt and opened the door to find the waiting principal.

Apparently Mrs. Veronica believed the story, likely due to the frazzled hair and excessive sweat. It also helped that Jen didn’t typically feign illness. Whether the principal was given knowledge of her condition or just believed the lie, she didn’t seem angry.

“How many times did you throw up?” She grinned.

Jen, still feeling horny and a little out of breath, replied, “…Five.”

Truthfully, that was about how many times she had climaxed during the last hour.

Seizing an opportunity, she added, “I like your shirt Mrs. Veronica, that color suits you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I already believe you, just go to see Mary.”

No change followed.

Jen walked away, feeling her milk filled pussy breast swaying with each step. Due to her club participations, she knew the school nurse well. Mary had handled all of her physicals and treated a few minor injuries over the years. She might even go so far as to say they were friends. Unfortunately, knowing each other so well meant that it would be difficult to convince her that she was actually sick.

Jen make sure to look the part, slapping her cheeks, messing up her hair and acting out of breath before stepping into the office.

“Oh… Hi Jen.” Mary smiled. “Is everything alright?”

“No… I’m feeling ill.” Jen coughed. “I threw up a few times.”

“Ah… Somethings going around.” Mary explained. “Lots of parents calling in this week. In fact, Suzy’s parents called in this morning. I suppose it would only make sense that you’d be next since you two spend so much time together.”

Mary directed her to a stool and pulled a stethoscope from a nearby drawer.

“It’s been a few months since your last physical hasn’t it? Looks like you’re developing into quite a lady.” Mary grinned as she held the stethoscope to Jen’s chest.

She had to think about that. Since her boobs was practically flat, the nurse must have been referring to the growth between her legs. It was almost scary how visible her crotch breast had become as it pushed her skirt up several inches. The band-aid dam had been breached as well, allowing a wet spot to form right where her nipple met the pleated fabric.

“Alright-y, your heart rate is fine, lungs sound good, but you do feel a bit hot. We’ll give your mom a call.” Mary offered.

“I am hot…” Jen thought, considering her episode with Brian and the fun she had afterwards. Not only that, she was still feeling horny. It was uncomfortable, but not beyond control. Mary let her get her backpack and use the restroom while they waited for Mom to arrive. Jen took that opportunity to take off the band-aid and put back on her underwear. The nipple did seem to stop dripping, but she had to be careful not to put pressure behind the lump. Simply squeezing her legs together made it squirt. To help keep things dry, she padded the front of the briefs with some toilet paper.

Before long, Mom arrived. She had a quick conversation with Mary, signed some papers, then lead Jen to the car.

“Are you mad?” Jen asked.

“Nah. To be honest, it was a slow day and it was a nice excuse to leave for a bit. Should be able to write it off anyway.” Mom shrugged. “Why? Are you faking?”

“No… I really do feel awful.” Jen replied.

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Chapter 9

Friendly Neighbors

Mom dropped her off at the house and told her to go get some sleep. Jen didn’t waste any time getting back inside while her mom drove back to work. She was still very horny. Her folds of toilet paper had failed and a wet spot was forming on her underwear.

She cursed as her bloated crotch wobbled and slapped her sweat slicked thighs with each step. Once in her room she threw off her shirt with ease, let her damp skirt fall and pulled down her milk-stained underwear. Pealing off the three remaining band-aids sent goosebumps across her skin, nearly triggering another orgasm. She spent the next half hour finishing what she had started at school.

At least two more orgasms sent milk out of her groin but the hard work was finally paying off. Her libido was easing up, allowing her to think more clearly. Regardless of the clarity, she was still stuck waiting nearly ten minutes for the breast in her pussy to stop leaking.

When she had enough energy to stand, she went to her mirror to check things out. How many changes had happened so far? She guessed about eight in total. Maybe only three since she had a few reversal’s. Tears formed as she looked at the reflection. A large breast, at least a C cup, sagged out of her gaping pussy. The opening had migrated to accommodate the size, starting just a few inches below her belly button. The drooping mammary made it difficult to keep her legs together. The nipple had finally softened, but was still tender from all the stimulation. The part of her body that was actually meant to have breasts wasn’t much to look at anymore, just four small bumps.

Kyle had turned her into a freak. Her womanhood was stretched to unbelievable proportions so that it could give birth to a breast. She began to sob, but was quick to wipe her eyes. Self pity wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Kyle’s curse was cruel and insane but he did give her a way out and there was still time.

Resolved to keep working towards positive changes, she began to dress. The boys undies still did a decent job contained her bulging crotch. Her reduced chest made it easy to slip on a clean shirt, though she was still limited to skirts since shorts or jeans would be impossible to pull over the bump.

It was twenty minutes past two in the afternoon when she settled down. Her sister would be home in about an hour and her parents would be there later that evening. She had time to kill, but nobody to talk to. She considered calling Suzy but decided that this would be easier to explain face to face. Of course, there was still the possibility of avoiding that conversation all together.

To fix things she would just have to avoid any sort of confrontation for the next five days. If she pulled it off, then Suzy would never need to know what Kyle had done. She wouldn’t ever think of her as some kind of freak.

“I didn’t think this would be so hard.” She mumbled. “Three people… I just need to say nice things to three people, avoid trouble, and I’ve got five days to do it.”

She was essentially playing hooky like she had done before. She wasn’t sick and didn’t need to sleep, though she was content to let Mom and the school assume as much. Feeling a little claustrophobic, she left the house to get some air. Her neighbor, Mrs. Jackson, was sitting on her front porch knitting something. She was an older woman, probably close to 70. Definitely not Jen’s usual crowd. She’d lost her husband in some war and lived alone for as long as Jen and her family had lived across the way. Jen thought she might be an easy person to please and decided to pay her a visit.

“Oh Jen, I haven’t seen you in quite some time? How’s everything at school?” She asked when she noticed Jen walking toward her porch.

“School’s fine” Jen replied, showing little interest in the conversation. She didn’t want to reply with snide one liners, but she couldn’t stop herself. Was nothing safe from the curse? Hopefully Mrs. Jackson would be easy to compliment. She shivered when she imagined having her pussy breast grow another cup size.

“What brings you here?” Mrs. Jackson asked. “Shouldn’t you be at school now?”

“I couldn’t deal with school today and, it’s like you said, we haven’t seen each other in a while.” Jen replied. “I saw you out here and thought I’d say hi.”

Mrs. Jackson replied, “Oh dear, do I need to give your parents a call?”

Jen nearly cursed at the woman. There she was, trying to be nice and this old crone was going to rat on her?

Before Jen could respond Mrs. Jackson laughed, “Oh, don’t look so alarmed. I was your age once. I’ll keep your secret. So school isn’t fine after all?”

“It’s been a rough week.” Jen responded.

“Let me give you some words of wisdom, something I heard a long time ago.” Mrs. Jackson started. “This too shall pass. It’s an old saying that means that all conditions, good or bad, are just temporary. Those simple words have helped me deal with so much in my life, maybe they’ll help you now.”

Mrs. Jackson was right. This curse was just temporary. Even if she didn’t fix herself by the last day, her family had money. What’s to stop her from getting things surgically corrected? Hopefully it didn’t come to that. Either way, she still had time and options. Come to think of it. She still had the curse power. Would Kyle’s rules apply when the seven days were up?

“Thanks.” She smiled. “I needed that.”

“I’m glad to help.” Mrs. Jackson answered.

In moments Jen could feel mass shifting. Her top four grew, and her skirt visibly lowered as the pussy breast shrank down to a B cup. She couldn’t help but grin. Mrs. Jackson noticed and asked what she was so happy about.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She replied. “I’m just glad I stopped by.”

“Me to.” Mrs. Jackson smiled. “Would you like to come in? I’ll make some tea.”

Jen accepted the hospitality and stayed for a while. As promised, Mrs. Jackson brought out tea. At first, taking Mrs. Jackson’s offer to come in was just to show some gratitude, but she soon found herself engaged in stories from the past. These adventures were a welcome distraction from everything Jen had gone through but, like all things, it did eventually pass. She caught a glimpse of a clock hanging nearby and noticed that it was just past five.

“Is that accurate?” She pointed.

“Oh, yes. I suppose your parents will be home soon.” Mrs. Jackson answered.

Jen stood up. “Yea… I’m sorry, I have to get going.”

She was caught off guard by the weight of her pussy boob and nearly tripped. During her time with Mrs. Jackson, she had forgotten about it. It was strange. Any time she found herself distracted the changes just faded away. She supposed Kyle’s comment about how her body would painlessly adjust did more than shift skin around.

“Come back any time dear, and don’t worry, I won’t tell your parents about our rendezvous.” Mrs. Jackson offered.

Jen stealthily adjusted her crotch and said a goodbye.

“Two more,” she thought as she walked back towards her house. It wasn’t the only thing on her mind, but it was hard to think of much else as her misplaced boob wobbled with each step. Mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet. That was lucky, but it was only a matter of time. Ali would likely already be there.

Jen entered the house. The coast was clear. That meant Ali was probably in her bedroom. About halfway to her own room, she heard the familiar sound of the garage door opening. Mom was home. She panicked and quickened her pace. Just in time too. As she pulled her own door shut, Ali left to meet their mother. Jen’s panic hadn’t worn off just yet. She remembered how sick she was supposed to be and quickly traded her casual clothes for a night gown before crawling back into bed. Mom appeared moments later.

“Honey, how are you feeling?” She asked, cracking open the door. “May I come in?”

Jen was still catching her breath as she said, “My head is a bit sore…And my stomach still hurts.”

“Aw. I’m sorry to hear it.” Mom replied. “Have you eaten anything?”

The realization made her stomach growl. “No… Not since school.”

“Okay. I’m just going to warm up leftovers. Feel free to join us if you’re feeling up to it. But before that, lets take your temperature.” Mom replied. “I’ll be right back.”

Mom left to get the thermometer. Jen hadn’t anticipated that. She quickly planned out a few ways to fake a temperature. Mom returned a few minutes later and asked Jen to open her mouth. In went a small glass thermometer.

As soon as it was under her tongue, Mom said “Hold that there, I’m going to go see what’s in the fridge.”

Mom left for the kitchen. While she way away, Jen quietly moved to the bathroom, nearly tripping as her legs twisted around her bulging crotch. She turned on the hot tap and waited a few seconds before placing the thermometer in the stream. She watched carefully as the temperature rose. 78°… 84° … 96° … 102°. She knew her mom would be back any minute and pulled it out at around 112°F. If she had really been sick, that would be very serious, but she hoped that it would cool in her mouth. She stuck the warm thermometer back below her tongue and jumped into bed.

Mom reappeared with a drink in hand. Jen rolled to face her. “Welcome back.”

“Hello to you too.” Mom pulled the thermometer. “Oh my! 104° … You’d best stay in bed this evening. Want me to bring you a sandwich?”

“Uh… Sure.” Jen replied, once again feeling her stomach churn from the lack of food. It was a wonder she made it this far given that she didn’t even get to finish her lunch before the incident with Brian.

“Alright.” Mom offered as she moved a small trash can to the side of the bed. “Any preference? Ham, turkey or beef?”

“I’m not picky…” Jen replied. “Whatever you think sounds good.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a bit.” Mom said as she left the room.

“Thanks.” Jen mumbled, relieved that the thermometer trick worked so well.

After a short while her mom reappeared with two sandwiches. Jen was famished and wanted to eat quickly but forced herself to take it slow. She didn’t want to break the illusion of illness.

“If you need anything else, just holler, alright?” Mom said.

“Sure, thanks Mom.” Jen offered.

Her mom left, closing the door on the way out. Since Jen was supposed to be sick, she had no choice but to stay in her room that evening. She decided to call her friend to pass some time. Suzy, who was actually sick, offered a raspy greeting. Jen got the impression that she didn’t have much energy for a conversation, but wanted to ask her about the curse anyway.

“Suzy, you’ve heard of that curse where you ask someone to transform or make them take a dare, right?” Jen asked, careful not to explicitly say the words together.

“Sure, I mean…It’s just a weirder version of truth or dare, right?” She replied.

“Yea, but it has the power to actually change someone.” Jen explained.

“You don’t actually believe in that junk, do you?” Suzy asked, letting out something between a laugh and a cough.

“I suppose it’s just a silly rumor.” Jen lied.

Maybe Suzy really would think she had gone crazy? Or maybe it was just a matter of showing rather than telling her what had happened. Jen decided not to say anything else about it and instead asked how Suzy felt.

“Oh. I’m alright.” Suzy answered. “Just a cold. I should be fine in a day or so. How was practice?”

“Oh. Uh… Fine. Not much happened today. Quite a few people were out sick, yourself included.” Jen answered.

It was an educated guess since she wasn’t there either. The question reminded her of how bad her day could have gone, since there was no way her uniform would be able to conceal what she carried down below.

The two spent time talking about their classes, teachers and shared gossip. Jen found herself feeling oddly sympathetic whenever they joked about someone they had made fun of. She couldn’t express that to her friend, at least not for a few more days, but she knew that she wouldn’t be the same person after this experience. Physically or mentally.

“Suzy, there’s something really important that I need to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Suzy replied. “What’s up?”

“Well, I’d rather talk about it in person. Can you come over Sunday evening?” Jen asked, knowing that her parents usually had a date night planned.

“Sure, I am feeling a lot better than I had on Wednesday, but I can’t guarantee that whatever bug I caught won’t still be contagious!” She said, halfheartedly.

“I don’t care if I get sick.” Jen replied. “This is really important.”

She had no idea how Suzy would actually react when she showed the changes. Either way, it was an opportunity to reverse the curse and she had to take it.

“Oh…” Suzy said after a pause. “Yea, I’ll check back with you on Sunday. Uh… Gotta go. Later Jen!”

Suzy abruptly hung up. Aside from being ill, Jen was certain that something was wrong. Did Suzy know about the curse? Maybe. But did it really matter? Come Sunday, everything would get better. Suzy would learn the truth, if she didn’t already know. After that, she could help reverse the changes.

Having finished the call, Jen found herself feeling rather bored. She managed to kill more time surfing the internet, but was quickly getting bored in her room. Mom would likely be in the office or with Fred, so she made her way downstairs. Ali was watching some cartoon show in the living room as Jen passed by.

She must have heard the footsteps and turned. “Hi Jen. Mom said you were feeling sick.”

“I’ve got a cold or something.” Jen lied. “Best avoid me for a little while.”

“I hope you feel better soon.” Ali added.

“Thanks Sis.” Jen continued. “So, how are your new boobs? Any issues?”

“They’re so great. Thanks for transforming me.” Ali grinned. “I bet you wish you had boobs like these.”

“I do…” Jen hesitated. “I mean. I did.”

“You did?” Ali asked.

“Yea.” Jen shrugged. “I used to. You know what, forget I said that.”

She didn’t see Mom during her brief trek through the house and guessed that she and Fred had gone out.

The hall clock read half past eight. Maybe a little early for bed, but with nothing else to do she opted to take a shower and head that way. It was a nice change of pace since the last two nights ended after she had masturbated to the point of exhaustion. She cleaned up and put back on her night gown before crawling into bed. The rest of the house wasn’t much more exiting, so she contented herself to stay there and surf the web on her phone until sleep came.

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Chapter 10

Speaking with Fred

Jen woke up ahead of her alarm. It was just after 5am. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating her room. She closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use.

She gave up on that and pushed herself out of bed to use the restroom. It was an ordeal with the cantaloupe sized boob hanging from her sex, but with both hands, she managed to lift the majority of it out of the way. She splashed water on her face before heading back to the room.

“I’m supposed to be sick” She mumbled. “How boring.”

She laid down across the sheets and started at the ceiling. Her mom and sister wouldn’t be awake yet and, even then, they wouldn’t leave for a few hours. Fred might be up. He usually left for work before any of them got up.

As she thought about her family, she remembered that she had hardly spoken with Fred since the curse began. Actually, she had barely spoken with him in weeks. Admittedly, it was on purpose. The man downstairs wasn’t really her father. They lost him when she was twelve, the same age as her sister is now. He was just some guy who Mom met a couple years later. He and Ali got along great, but for her, it just wasn’t the same.

When this curse started, she just thought of him as another free fix. One quick compliment towards his hair or tie and presto, pussy breast goes one cup size back towards normal.

But now, she was seeing this relationship with new eyes. They always argued about pointless things and she hardly gave him the time of day. She was angry at him for trying to take her father’s place. Thinking about it now stirred all kinds of emotions. She hated him but had no real justification for it. He was devoting his life to her family. As the curse forced her to reflect, she couldn’t help feeling remorseful. She wanted to apologize for everything she had said or done. He might not have been her dad but he was there when her family needed someone.

Jen knew he usually left around 6am. She also knew she’d find him in the kitchen, reading through the news and drinking coffee. Still in her night gown, she made her way down the hall. If her breasts were their usual size she would have worn something less revealing. The fabric was thin and a little transparent in the right light, but baggy enough for the two rows to be nondescript. Without giving it much thought, she rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. There he was, sipping coffee and reading the paper.

“Fred?” She began.

“Oh, Good morning Jen. Your mother said you weren’t feeling well. What brings you down here so early?” He asked.

“I was thinking about how much you do for us.” She hesitated. “I wanted to say thanks.”

“Wow, you really must be sick.” He laughed. “The Jen I know would never say that.”

“No, I mean it. Why can’t you just take a compliment!” She yelled, frustrated that he wasn’t making it easy.

“Keep your voice down! Your mother and sister are still in bed.” He quietly scolded.

After that, she could hardly respond. Her mind was a mess of jealousy, anger and sadness. She was glad to keep her mouth shut, for fear of getting another negative change, but hated how this felt. The jumbled thoughts were too much and she began to sob. She was angry at the curse, hated Kyle and she hated herself for always treating people like this. Through the tears, all she could muster was a quiet apology.

Fred got up from the chair. “What’s the matter Jen?”

“I-… I miss dad.” She managed.

She stood there, still crying as Fred wrapped his arms around her and gently hugged.

“Oh Jen.” He offered. “I can’t bring him back, but you know I care about you. I’ll always be here for this family. We might not always get along, but you must know that?”

She thought he just wanted her to stop crying. Yet the cursed part of her mind helped her reflect on how distant she had been over the years. He was genuinely trying to be a part of her life. That insight was just enough for her to overcome any sort of rude remarks. Though the alternative wasn’t much better.

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed. “I don’t mean to say such mean things.”

A minute later Mom appeared, interrupting their moment.

“What’s going on?” She asked, with a look of concern.

Jen, still sobbing into Fred’s shoulder, snapped back to reality. She noticed some extra pressure between them. Realizing that her breast had grown, she pushed him away.

Before she had a chance to say anything Fred explained. “It’s her fever. She’s just feeling sore this morning.”

Jen nodded, happy to blame the sickness for her unusual behavior. She looked down and noticed that her chest was very visible through the fabric. The sun was shining through the east window and lighting her up, making it significantly worse than if she were standing in the shade. She felt naked, blushing deeply as both Fred and Mom stared.

“Jen, go back to bed.” Mom said. “I’ll come see you before I leave for work, Okay?”

Thankful to be dismissed, she quietly made her way back down the hall. Her meeting with Fred went a bit longer than she thought. On the way to her room, she noticed that her sister’s bedroom door was open. Ali was awake and preparing for school.

Jen didn’t plan to say anything but her sister noticed her and yelled, “Wait!, Jen… Tell me what you think of this outfit!”

Jen turned. Ali was wearing a pleated skirt. The top was asymmetric. The right halve had a sleeve and the left wrapped over her shoulder and buttoned on the front. The bottom was cut diagonally, ending above her mid-drift on the right, and a few inches higher on the left. Ordinarily it would have been very stylish, but it was hard to see past the two hams she was doing a poor job smuggling.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit revealing?” Jen asked, now noticing the edge of her nipple peaking out.

“What do you mean, is my skirt to short?” Ali blushed and tried to tug it down.

“No, the skirt is fine.” Jen explained. “Maybe wear an undershirt? I mean, if that top was cut any higher, you’d be flashing everyone with your bottom rack.”

“So?” Ali asked, looking a bit confused.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Jen asked.

“No.” Ali replied. “Why would it?”

“I know we’re different but that doesn’t mean we should go around flashing our tits at everyone!” Jen shot back.

“I’m not, see.” Ali innocently pointed at her upper row. “Totally covered up.”

“But what about…” Jen started.

“At least you can’t see through what I’m wearing!” Ali interrupted.

Jen glanced down, remembering how visible her chest was through the thin nightgown. It was worse now that they had grown. She appreciated Fred’s help with that but still felt embarrassed by the whole thing. Even so, she was tempted to argue. Ali still wasn’t wearing bras even after growing several cup sizes. The shirt might not have been transparent, but there was no denying the two nipples punching through.

“Jen, if we were meant to cover them, don’t you think they’d make four cupped bras? Jeez… Stop acting weird!”

The comment disarmed Jen. Maybe that’s just how it was for them? Four cupped bras didn’t exist. Ergo, no need to cover up. She thought back to when her sister wore the tube top, basically showing everyone at school the bottom row. Nobody had noticed. She also remembered the short conversation with Beth in the cafeteria. At worst, she thought they seemed a little large for such a young girl. Finally, her own rule echoed in the back of her mind. “Everyone will think they’re normal.”

That was something Kyle had done for her and she had done for Ali in turn. Her younger sister wasn’t doing anything wrong by that standard. As far as she or anyone else knew, those extra boobs were as innocent as the skin on her hands.

Jen considered her own wardrobe. For the past few days, she had been putting an awful lot of effort into hiding things when the curse offered this unusual protection.

She pondered this for a moment, then said. “I think it’s cute.”

“What?” Ali asked, expecting a different response.

“Your cloths. I think they’re cute.” Jen added. “Forget what I said earlier. They match well and look very stylish.”

“Thanks Sis!” Ali grinned.

Jen offered a small smile then left for her own room. Ali seemed pretty happy about her appraisal. Too bad she had already used up that chance on a negative change.

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Chapter 11

Dress Up

Jen spent the next half hour lying in bed while surfing the web on her phone. As promised, Mom paid her a visit. She was in too much of a hurry to take her temperature and simply told her to call if she needed anything. Jen didn’t like skipping school or faking illness but, given her current situation, it was the best course of action.

Fred was long gone by the time the bus pulled away with Ali on board and their mom followed soon after. Now alone, she decided to change out of her nightgown. After encountering her sister earlier that morning, she put some thought into the way the curse worked. Time and time again, the people around her had proven that only she knew that things were out of place. The only exceptions were Suzy and Kyle. Two people she had hardly seen since the curse started.

Home alone and with nowhere to go, she decided to test out some of her usual clothing. She opened her dresser and reviewed a variety of tops and bottoms, grabbing a few that she liked along with some of her more stretchy panties. She sorted the clothes on her bed then went to her mirror to review her current condition.

Four breasts hung from her chest, C cups. Perky, not bad, but not quite as big or as many as she was used to. Between her legs she could see the strange breast holding open her lengthy pussy lips. One more positive change and it would shrink back inside, mostly.

She guessed it was about an A cup. Too small for the boy’s undies, but just large enough to make most of her panties uncomfortable. The first pair she tried on was a g-string. More for humor than anything else. They were great for hiding lines but didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially now. With a mischievous grin she slipped them on.

They barely covered anything and the sight of it made her feel a little kinky. With some adjustments, she managed to center the triangle of fabric on her nipple. It was almost like wearing a micro bikini top, but for her lower breast.

Entertaining as it was, they inevitably came off in favor of something less revealing. That something happened to be a generic pair of black panties. They seemed promising at first, but the waistband wouldn’t stay on her hips. Her raised mound would push them down if she stretched in any given direction. Next came a pink pair made of a stretchier fabric. These actually fit well, though her breast pushed them forward just enough to make her hood visible just above the waistband. Content to keep them on, she turned her attention to the pants and skirts she had picked out.

First up was a pair of skinny jeans. Like the g-string, there was no way these would fit comfortably, but she wanted to try anyway. With some effort, she managed to pull them on, barely snapping the two buttons over the bulge.

“Gah, too tight!” She cursed, quickly pulling them off.

Following that ordeal, she decided to try on something more stretchy. A pair of yoga pants. She loved wearing these. They compressed everything and made her butt look awesome. Unfortunately, her crotch breast was a bit too obvious in the skin-tight fabric. Literally the opposite of a camel toe. With a sigh, she slipped them off and found a pair of sweat pants. She typically only wore these on the weekends. They weren’t much to look at but seemed to fill the gap between comfort and modesty. It was a good option but, in a way, defeated the purpose of testing out her usual wardrobe.

With a sigh, she pulled them off and found the last bottom she wanted to test. A short blue skirt. Skirts seemed to be the happy medium between cute and comfortable. She slipped it on and checked herself in the mirror. The relatively small breast in her crotch wasn’t apparent through the pleated fabric.

Content with the selection, she shifted focus to the tops. The first in line was a low cut blouse that folded into a silver loop in the front. She pulled it over her head and shimmied inside. She couldn’t help but smile in spite of herself. Her normal breasts looked great. The taught fabric formed a sexy cleavage line in the v-neck opening even without a bra. Unfortunately, the shirt wasn’t designed to accommodate two extra breasts. The lower bulges reminded her of Ali’s wardrobe during the last couple days.

She noted how the loop landed right in the center of her four breasts, weirdly accentuating her quadrupled cleavage. With a laugh, she pulled it off and found a fluffy green tube top. It was easier to slide on, but wasn’t quite long enough. She remembered some of the boys talking about side-boob at school and imagined that she’d coin the term bottom-boob if she wore something like that regularly. Then again, would anyone even care?

“Alright, what else do I have here.” She thought, as she picked up one of her favorite shirts. It was pink, just like the panties she had on. The neck hole was wide open to accentuate her shoulders and the bottom was cut diagonally across her mid-drift, not unlike the shirt Ali wore that morning, though this lacked a shoulder strap. Throwing caution to the wind, she pulled off the tube top and slipped the looser shirt over her head.

She brushed out some wrinkles then looked herself over in the mirror. Sure, the two breasts peaking out from below seemed out of the ordinary, but she felt hot. She had always been good looking and according to the curse, she looked perfectly normal like this. Having one breast almost fully exposed on the high side of the cut certainly didn’t feel normal, but the thought of going out in public like that was beginning to turn her on.

She imagined spending a school day dressed like that and shivered with arousal. Something about trying on different cloths was turning her on. Her family had all gone, so she could do as she pleased. She gave into the urges, offering a light squeeze to her lower right breast. Her left hand traveled up to the other and she watched as the nipples on her top two breasts visibly hardened through the shirt. Down below, she could feel herself getting wet. It wasn’t long before one hand started working her pussy breast through the panties while the other continued to massage her doubled chest.

A quiet moan escaped each time her fingers teased the sensitive nipple down below. When the breast began to leak, she pulled off her skirt and panties. Goosebumps prickled as the fabric slid across her wet nipple and down her legs. She continued to masturbate for half an hour, still amazed at how much pleasure the misplaced breast provided. She rubbed until her body seized.

The climax rocked through her, sending pleasant sensations through every inch of her being. It was nice to have done that on her own terms but, without the curse to force another orgasm, she collapsed. She was content to lay on the floor for several minutes to catch her breath.

“I’d better clean up.” She sighed.

Her legs were still weak as she moved towards the bathroom. Milk dribbled from her pussy, squirting with each step. The excess fluid made her shiver as it misted her legs and left a small trail on the floor. It didn’t matter. Such a small amount would be easy to wipe up after she had taken care of the source.

She began to feel complacent, imagining that she wouldn’t mind going on like that. Sure, her groin could be smaller, but what if it stayed? She would just need some looser undies and pads in case it lactated.

Having four C cup breasts on her chest wasn’t all that bad either. If anything, they were lighter than D’s yet still big enough to turn heads. Sure, she’d rather have only two, but that was sort of her fault for trying to undo the curse. Not one to dwell on the past she decided that the plump bottom row was welcome to stay. At least for the time being.

“Besides, they’re totally normal.” She said out loud, mimicking her little sister’s voice.

She sat on the toilet to let her pussy breast finish leaking. During the wait, she took the opportunity to relieve herself. It was uneventful, until she discovered that flexing to push out the remaining urine put pressure on her breast. It helped eject the rest of the milk. With an empty bladder and breast, she wiped off and went to wash her hands in the sink.

On her way out, she remembered the milk trail that had followed her in. She turned back, snagged a wash cloth from the vanity and wet it in the sink. She held the damp rag in one hand and gave her lower left breast a quick squeeze through the t-shirt with the other. It left a wet hand-print on the fabric. She giggled in spite of herself then went to clean up the mess on the floor.

Martha wasn’t there. It seemed she had taken another day this week. Since Jen was completely alone, she was free to wonder around the house bottomless. No sense pulling anything on if there wasn’t anyone watching. Her parents and sister wouldn’t be home for several more hours anyway.

Even though she had already spent a good long while pleasuring herself, she still had little pings of arousal. Feeling the air on her naked genitals was nice. She didn’t have the energy to masturbate again but was tempted to try, if only to pass the time. With nothing better to do, she decided to find something to eat. That something ended up being turkey and mayo on two slices of wheat. She settled down in the living room with the sandwich in hand and flipped on the TV. Nothing good was on. Unsurprising since it was almost noon on a weekday. She let some lame soap opera play until she finished the sandwich.

“What to do… What to do…” She chanted as she turned off the TV and left for her room.

She considered visiting another neighbor, but eventually decided to stay in. She planned to hang out with Suzy on Sunday and wasn’t feeling rushed. She had four days left and only needed to make one person happy for the curse to be reversed. That one positive change would put her body back to the way it was right after the call. The following days would be a test of patience to see if she could do more to reduce her extra pair of breasts or, at the very least, maintain what she had.

More time passed. Jen wondered how Suzy was doing and decided to call. As far as her friend knew, she was at school, but since it was just past lunch time, nothing would seem too suspicious. She really wanted to tell her everything but worried that she’d sound crazy. Suzy would have just laughed if she explained the situation without any proof. That much was apparent from the last call. She scrolled through her contacts and tapped on Suzy.

“Hi Jen!” Answered Suzy after a few rings. “What’s up? Aren’t you in class?”

“No, it’s lunch time” Jen replied.

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was already past noon. I haven’t done much besides lay in bed all day.” Suzy explained.

Her voice was still a little gruff but sounded better than the last time they spoke.

“Are you feeling better?” Jen asked.

“A lot… It’s mostly just drainage now. The things I’m coughing up are nasty.” Suzy laughed.

“That’s gross!” Jen replied.

“Ha ha, sorry.” Suzy replied.

They continued to chat for the next hour. In that time, Jen admitted that she wasn’t actually at school. She left out the reason, suffice to say it was the important thing she needed to talk about in person. Suzy almost sounded annoyed that Jen was pretending to be ill when she was suffering through the real thing, but didn’t press the issue. All the while, Jen couldn’t help but notice that Suzy sounded apprehensive. It was the same unusual behavior she had on the bus a few days ago. What on earth was going on in that girl’s head?

“Hey, it was good to chat with you and I’m glad you’re feeling better. Don’t forget I really want to see you on Sunday. It’s super important.” Jen added as the conversation wrapped up.

“Sure, I’ll see you then.” Suzy hesitated.

Just as Jen pulled the phone away from her ear, she heard Suzy say something else.

“Sorry, did catch that.” She replied.

“Yea…There’s…There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…I just…I really…” Suzy paused. “…No…Never mind…I’ll see you on Sunday.”

She hung up.

Jen was almost certain that Suzy knew about the curse. Why else would she be acting strange? But if she did know, why didn’t she mention it? Knowing about it would explain the behavior. Had Kyle done something to make sure Suzy knew about the condition but not the curse? No. That didn’t make sense.

“Everyone will think you look normal except for you and I… And your best friend.”

Suzy was by far Jen’s best friend. Why did Kyle add that detail? Was he trying to ruin their friendship by turning her into a freak and making sure Suzy could see it? Either way, she would know Jen had been transformed as soon as she saw it for herself. The real challenge would be explaining that transform or dare was a real thing. Granted, having three extra breasts should be proof enough to convince her.

The call helped kill some time, but her sister and Mom still wouldn’t be back for another hour or so. Either way, Jen decided she should put on some pants. She glanced down at her naked crotch, taking a moment to stare at the strange breast that held her open.

What a strange thing to curse someone with. On one hand, it felt amazing to masturbate. On the other, there was a fucking breast in her crotch. At least it had shrunk back down to something more manageable. She had Mrs. Jackson and Fred to thank for that. Feeling positive, she picked up the sweatpants that she had tried on earlier that morning and slipped them on. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath but didn’t mind. It’s not like she had anywhere to go.

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Chapter 12

Welcoming Them Home

Only a few more days until she could filter herself. Thanks to Kyle, she would most definitely change her attitude. She would have been content to leave the physical modifications behind as well, but recalled his words. “Whatever changes you end up with will be permanent.”

She grimaced at the thought. There was a lesson to be learned, but the cost was far to severe. She could only assume that Kyle had some sort of fetish for this kind of thing. While revenge would have been ideal, she couldn’t lift a finger. He must have been planning this for a while to have come up with so many rules. Surely someone like that wasn’t smart enough to put all of that together on the spot. She supposed it could have been worse. At least he gave her a way to undo it, albeit far more difficult than she might have guessed.

The house was awfully quiet and she was looking forward to having her sister home. If for no other reason than to have another body in the vicinity. She stretched out on the living room couch and turned on the TV. After flipping through stations, she settled for a documentary on the rain forests of Brazil.

At around 3:30, her sister arrived. Their mom would be there soon after, but Fred’s schedule sometimes had him working late. As such, he probably wouldn’t be home until later that evening. Jen didn’t mind. She managed to compliment him for a positive change, so any further encounters were best avoided. It was ironic that the person she least got along with was the only one she managed to make happy. She supposed that was also true of Martha, though until the curse she never really thought she had been mean to her.

Ali kicked off her shoes in the hall and found Jen lying on the couch. “I see you’re back to your usual self.”

Before Jen could respond, Ali plopped down on the far end of the couch. Jen was a little annoyed that she had to pull her legs up. Especially when there were at least two other chairs she could have used. Her sister was still wearing the red shirt from that morning and made no effort to hide her second set of breasts. It didn’t even occur to Jen that her shirt was doing much the same.

Jen tried not to stare as she asked, “Usual self?”

“Isn’t that one of your favorite shirts? It seems like you’ve been wearing old baggy stuff for days now.” Ali shrugged. “I thought you had lost your sense of style.”

Jen, suddenly realizing that her lower set was mostly exposed, sat up and pulled the shirt down.

“I guess I spoke too soon.” Ali laughed.

Evidentially, hiding them was stranger than the alternative. She cautiously relaxed, allowing fabric to bounce back and expose her mid-drift and most of her second bosom.

“Mrs. Veronica asked me to bring these to you.” Ali explained as she pulled a small stack of papers and a couple text books from her backpack.

Jen thanked her and shuffled through the stack to see what she had missed. She hated being behind on school work and was glad to see that her instructors cared enough to gather everything. As far as she could tell, she hadn’t missed anything serious.

“How was school?” Jen asked.

She really wasn’t that interested but did wonder if her sister’s exposed breasts caused any issues. Ali gave Jen a recap of the day’s events. All things considered, her report seemed very typical. Mom arrived just as she finished up the recollection. The two of them welcomed her back as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her purse on a nearby chair.

She had takeout bags in one hand, but turned her focus to Jen before mentioning it. “I thought you’d be in your room. Are you feeling better?”

Jen, who was fighting the urge to pull her shirt down, couldn’t believe that this was the only thing her mom was concerned about. Both her and Ali had short tops and extra breasts hanging from their torsos. Yet the only thing Mom noticed was that Jen had moved to the living room while they were gone.

She faked a cough. “I’m feeling a lot better now.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Mom said, lifting the brown sack. “I picked up some McRonalds on the way home. Follow me if you’re hungry.”

Ali hopped up and followed Mom to the dining room. Jen cautiously followed after they disappeared from view. She had to pretend that everything was ordinary. She blushed as the cool air hit her exposed flesh. It gave her goosebumps and made her nipples harden. Why were they so noticeable now? She hadn’t changed her shirt all day and barely gave them a second though. Maybe it was just the feeling of being watched. She decided that this was a good way to test just how meaningless the extra breasts were. This would be much less embarrassing than if it were Fred or her classmates looking.

As they ate, Ali told Mom about school. Jen heard a repeat of their earlier conversation, though a little more censored the second time around. She ate quickly, hoping not to draw too much attention before leaving for her room. As she finished up the last of her fries, Mom glanced at her chest. “Jen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, but you should put on a bra before Fred gets home.”

Jen’s cheeks flushed deep red and her first reaction was to try and pull her shirt down. Was Kyle’s condition meaningless after all? Was she seriously flashing both her mom and sister? This didn’t make any sense. Ali was doing it too.

“What are you doing?” Her sister laughed.

“That’s just making it worse.” Mom sighed. “Are you sure you’re feeling better?”

Jen looked down and realized that, like her lower set, the upper breasts were nipping in the cool air. They were making very visible bumps in the taught fabric. Turns out, it wasn’t her second row causing issues. She apologized, quickly finished the last of her fries then left to find a bra. She could hear them talking after stepping out of the room and stopped just outside to see if they’d mention her condition.

“She sure has been acting odd lately.” Mom started.

“I know, I think one of the boys at school said some mean things.” Ali replied. “Now she’s feeling self-conscious.”

“She’s usually pretty good about standing up for herself, almost to a fault. I wonder what he said.” Mom continued.

She was defiantly feeling self conscious, but not for the reasons they had assumed. Back in her room, she shuffled through her drawer in search of an older bra. As luck would have it, she had an one from when she was still growing. It was a C cup, perfect for her current transformation. It was a shame she didn’t have a panty-bra hybrid for the A cup down below. She clipped on the bra, made some adjustments so that it wouldn’t pinch the top of her second row, then slipped back into her shirt. In the mirror, she could see that both lower nipples were still hard. One was fully exposed while the other brushed against the fabric, making a small indent.

“So, letting the bottom two roam free is fine, but my upper set is considered indecent if not properly covered?” She considered. “Jeez, it’s like my breasts are being segregated based on their position.”

Given what had just happened, her embarrassment was shifting into curiosity. How else could she test this theory? Before long Fred would be home. She could welcome him with one of her shortest shirts. Something that was enough to cover her upper breasts, but would leave the bottom row fully exposed. If he was oblivious, she would stop worrying. It was normal after all.

She swapped her top with something she would have never worn to school without an undershirt and went back to the mirror to check things out. This one really left nothing to the imagination. She made sure her sweatpants were pulled up high enough to hide her swollen mound and went back to the kitchen. Her mom was still there, picking up food wrappers and tossing them in the garbage. Her sister had left for living room to watch TV.

“That’s better.” Mother said, glancing in her direction.

Jen, feeling strangely relieved, asked, “When is Fred going to be home?”

“He sent a text when he left.” Mom answered. “Should be here any minute now.”

Jen went back to the living room to wait with her sister. She settled into a recliner that had a clear view of the hallway so she could see when he got back. As expected, Fred appeared after a short wait. Jen watched him down the hall as he put down his briefcase and slid off his suit jacket. He loosened his tie and started towards the living room.

“Welcome back honey!” Mom called, walking to met him half way. “I picked up some McRonalds on the way home from work, yours is in the microwave.”

“Thanks dear.” He replied. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re watching TV.” She answered.

“How’s Jen feeling?” He asked.

“She said she’s feeling better this evening. Must have been a one-day bug.” Mom explained.

“Glad to hear it.” He replied.

“I’m gonna go take a quick shower, why don’t you go say hi.” Mom said, as she went back down the hall towards the master bedroom.

“Okay. Love you.” He replied as he turned and made his way to the living room.

Jen began to panic as his steps drew closer.

“It’s normal… It’s normal……” She thought, forcing herself to stay uncovered.

“Hi girls.” Fred said as he rounded the corner. “How was school Ali?”

Jen sat there, seriously expecting him to stare at their exposed breasts, but he didn’t. His gaze seemed to bounce between the cartoon on the TV and her sister’s face as she recalled the events of the day.

When they finished the exchange, he turned towards Jen. “Mom says you’re feeling better. Do anything interesting while you were home alone?”

“Nah, just wondered around the house half naked and masturbated.” She thought, but instead said. “I am feeling better, but I was in bed most of the day. So no, nothing interesting happened.”

She glared, mentally willing him to look down.

Without breaking eye contact, he said, “There’s no need to use that tone, it was just a question.”

“I’ll use any tone I want!” She argued.

As the words came out she reflected on how poor their relationship was. She wanted to stop, even to say something nice but the curse wouldn’t let her.

“Jen, I’m not in the mood for your attitude tonight.” He sighed.

“Then maybe stop talking to me?” She remarked.

“That’s enough, go to your room!” He shot back.

“I don’t have to listen to you!” She argued.

In moments, she could feel her bra loosen and her groin swell. “Fuck… Why… Why couldn’t I just be nice to him… No…” She thought, as her eyes became watery with tears.

“GO!” He commanded.

Now feeling more distressed than argumentative, she got up and left the room, once again feeling the balloon in her groin as it wobbled with each step. She pulled her bedroom door shut and fell face first onto the bed. She didn’t bother looking herself over. She knew how big everything was now. It wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with these proportions.

“Why couldn’t I just be nice to him.” She mumbled.

The answer was simple. The curse.

A short while later, Mom knocked on the door. “Jen, can I come in?”

Without waiting for an answer she cracked it open and looked inside. Jen was still crying into one of her pillows as Mom came up and sat down on the bed beside her.

“Jen, will you tell me what’s wrong?”

She struggled to find the words. There was no point in explaining the curse. It wouldn’t make since due to how normal everyone thought she was. Fred literally just watched her exposed breasts shrink and her groin bloat. He didn’t even flinch. Fortunately, her uncontrollable attitude seemed to vary depending on who she spoke with.

She had nothing mean to say to her mom. “It’s wrong. It’s all wrong.”

Jen was, of course, referring to her condition. But, her mom misread the comment and assumed that she was talking about Fred. “Jen, I know it’s not the same, but Fred works very hard for this family and I love him. He came into my life when I was dealing with a lot of pain. We wouldn’t be as well off now if I’d never met him.”

“I know.” She replied through another heavy sob.

“Then why do you treat him like that?” Mom asked.

“I don’t mean to.” Jen answered.

“Come on, sit up.” Mom sighed. “I need to take your temperature.”

Jen was confused, then remembered that she had pretended to be sick. She sat up and slid down to the edge of the bed. It was easier to maneuver with less weight on her chest but, like the previous day, her bulge was back. The cursed gland was forcing her legs apart since she had no underwear to hold it up.

To make matters worse, her sweat pants had slipped down when she fell on the bed. A damp spot was forming right were her nipple pressed against the fabric. The top of her hood was once-again higher up her mons and clearly visible as the breast pushed her waistband out. She wanted to pull up her pants but didn’t have an opportunity to adjust before Mom held out the thermometer. Was she oblivious to the pussy breast as well?

Hints of arousal from the transformation were already taking hold. She was sad, frustrated and gradually becoming more horny, but still had enough of her wits to perform a quick test. With one hand, Jen pretended to adjust her pants by pulling the waistband down even further, resting it against the bottom of her dripping nipple.

“Here, put this under your tongue.” Mom repeated, still unaware.

Jen stood up and turned, making certain her crotch breast was very obvious. “Does anything seem out of the ordinary here?” She asked, gesturing at the apple sized gland hanging from her crotch.

“Aside from your attitude towards Fred?” Mom scowled. “No. Now please take this.”

Feeling defeated, she took the thermometer and placed it in her mouth.

“I’ll come check on you in a few minutes and you really should apologize to him, he didn’t deserve any of that.”

Jen knew that wouldn’t happen. At least not until her seven days were up. Horny, but not as angry, she decided that it might be best to use the hot water trick for another fake reading. She didn’t need a serious temperature, just something to blame the outburst on. She heated it under the faucet for a few seconds then returned to the room as not to arouse suspicion. When Mom returned, it had dropped to 99°F. Nothing serious, but enough to convince her that she was still had a fever.

“You know, Fred really thought you had turned over a new leaf this morning. Then this?” Mom stared, as she handed Jen a glass of water and an ibuprofen. “Don’t you realize how much you hurt his feelings? What is your sister supposed to think when she sees you two arguing like that?”

“Don’t I realize? More than you can imagine.” Jen thought as she swallowed the pill.

“Just…” She hesitated. “Tell him I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I haven’t been myself lately.”

“And why can’t you tell him yourself?” Mom asked.

“I-… I can’t right now.” Jen said, knowing that she would be a ticking time bomb if she tried to talk to him again.

“Fine. But if you two fight again I’m going to ground you for another week.”

“Ugh, fine.” Jen complained.

“If you’re lucky you’ll be over this in time for class on Monday” Mom said as she left.

Jen shivered after the door shut. Like every other transformation, the results were the same. She was aroused. This time, very aroused. Her increased libido must have correlated to how bad she hurt Fred’s feelings. This was a big one, but not as bad as what followed the triple transformation she had in the cafeteria. Still, she was glad Mom was gone. Any longer and she might not have been able to stop herself. Without even touching it, her pussy breast had firmed up and began to lactate all over the sweat pants. Not only that, her mother watched it happen and still said nothing.

“So it’s not just my second row.” She realized.

Maybe it was triggered by the arousal, but she decided that tomorrow she might further test the theory by free-buffing in a short skirt. She massaged her lower row for a few minutes, then switched focus to the wet breast in her pussy. The spontaneous sex she had with Brian came to mind. She imagined his cock deep inside while she gently pushed her fingers past her labia to give the gland a squeeze. The nipple expressed more milk as she explored the gaps on either side.

Every so often, she would move one hand back up to her chest. Since the curse started, her normal breasts felt secondary to the orb down below. It was different this time. Every nipple was itching for her touch and she was happy to oblige. Still conscious of her surroundings, she opted to take this party to the shower. At least there, she wouldn’t need to worry about making a mess or have anyone catch her in the act. She disrobed as she walked, cupping her crotch breast to keep from drooling on the floor.

When the water was warm, she stepped inside. The soap helped lubricate her chest and groin. She turned the spigot towards the wall and laid down in the tub. She enjoyed the steamy air as she continued to rub herself. By the time she calmed down, it felt like she had drained a ton milk out of her lower breast. Her upper breasts were feeling tender as well. More so than usual.

She stood up and took a proper shower. Letting the shower run while she masturbated might not have been a great idea. While it had been nice to play in the hot steam, the water was beginning to cool when she finished. It wasn’t nice to take all the hot water, but Fred and Ali wouldn’t be taking showers for another hour at least. Ali liked colder showers anyway, and Mom had taken a shower while she and Fred were fighting.

She had to sit on the edge of the tub for a few minutes while her pussy breast finished leaking. When it finally did stop, she dried off and found her night gown. She turned out the lights and crawled into bed. Early as it was, she was exhausted. She used her phone to surf the web until her eyelids began to feel heavy.

“Only three days left.” She thought, as sleep took hold.

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Chapter 13

Pushing the Limits

Jen woke up later than usual. It was Saturday, almost ten o’ clock. Since it was the weekend, she was content to sleep in. It’s not like she had anywhere to be otherwise. Her pussy breast still felt tender from last night. She remembered how horny she had been when she decided to free-buff in front of her family. Now, being less aroused and more level headed, she was embarrassed at the thought. She wasn’t some kind of exhibitionist.

Still, Mom seemed completely unaware of her lower breast even though most of it was visible and leaking milk. With a bit of courage, she decided to perform the test anyway. What did she have to lose? Surely her mother would have memories of seeing it. As far as they knew, she was born that way…Right?

She found one of her shortest skirts and pulled it on, then picked out a less showy top. It was ridged black fabric. The sleeves ended just past her elbows and it was long enough to reach the top of the skirt, though her breasts did push it up a bit. The texture and dark color would do well to make her assets more subtle.

It was one of her tighter shirts, something she hadn’t worn in a while. It would have been a lot tighter if she was still a D cup. The goal of the test was to see if anyone paid her pussy breast any mind, so anything she could do to make her upper breasts less noticeable would help. Before pulling on the shirt, she found some pasties to apply to her upper two nipples. She didn’t bother with the lower set. They were already invisible, for lack of a better word. She slipped the shirt on and walked towards the mirror.

Black was slimming and, while her four breasts were still shapely B cups, they weren’t terribly noticeable behind the dark fabric. Granted, her two lower nipples made little tents. Her skirt was a different story. She remembered buying it on a whim and feeling sexy at the time. It definitely wasn’t safe for school. It wouldn’t take much for someone to catch a gimps of her panties if she bent in any given direction. She blushed as she pulled the waistband up far enough in the front to hide only the top of her pussy. This allowed the breast to droop a few inches down from where the skirt ended.

After some hesitation, she went down the hall and found her sister watching TV. She purposefully blocked of her view to get to the recliner on the other side. Ali either wasn’t paying attention or simply didn’t care. Still determined to perform the experiment, Jen sat down and reclined the chair. Anyone standing in front of her would see the breast.

“Hey Ali, what do you think of my sk…” Before she could finish, Mom walked in.

“Huh?” Ali replied, still not fully paying attention. “Did you say something?”

“N-… Nothing…” Jen hesitated. “Um… Mom? Do I look…Unusual?”

“Sis, you’re acting weird again!” Ali giggled.

“Shut up Ali!” Jen snapped.

“This again?” Mom stared at her for a moment. “Why aren’t you wearing the underwear I bought? You usually have trouble walking without some support.”

Jen panicked, realizing that she might have taken this too far. “D-… Do I have to?”

“Well, no.” Mom shrugged. “Nobody’s making you.”

Now feeling somewhat daring, Jen asked, “Really? So this isn’t inappropriate at all?”

She lifted her skirt, completely exposing the breast, hood and stretched labia pinched between her thighs.

“What?” Mom asked with a look of confusion.

“What about this?” Jen asked, still in disbelief.

She spread her legs, grabbed hold of her breast and pulled it up.

“JENNIFER LEE SMITH! STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” Mom yelled.

Fred walked into the room before Jen could fully process the reaction.

“What’s going on?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee. He glanced down, nearly spraying it from his nose when his eyes found her exposed crotch. “N-…Never mind…”

He quickly left. Jen was expecting that sort of reaction from the skirt alone, so having to take it this far caught her off guard. She pulled her hands back and closed her legs. The breast fell, landing with a slapping sound as it met her thighs. Ali began to crack up.

“Ali, that’s not funny!” Mom scolded. “Jen, what’s gotten into you?”

“So it’s fine to show off this tit, but anything else is inappropriate?” Jen argued.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.” Mom replied with an expression between anger and confusion.

“None of you have a problem with this boob in my crotch?” Jen asked, this time looking towards Ali, who was trying really hard to keep a straight face.

“When has anyone ever had a problem with it?” Mom asked. “I sure hope you don’t pull this crap at school.”

“I can’t believe you just flashed Mom! You’re such a perv!” Ali added.

“Shut up!” Jen shot back.

This was bad. One thoughtless comment and she might change again.

“Stop it you two!” Mom interjected. “Jen, nobody cares about your breast downstairs, but that’s no excuse to flash your lady parts. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you need to sort yourself out.”

Jen, flush with embarrassment, apologized and promised not to do it again.

Mom sighed. “I swear, you girls drive me up the wall sometimes.”

Ali started laughing as soon as Mom left the room. Jen stood up. She wasn’t sure exactly how to remedy the situation. Perhaps putting on the underwear that her mom had picked up might be a good place to start. Besides, she was right. They did make it easier for her to walk. That was especially true now. As a B cup, it was just large enough to rub her thighs.

Once back in her room, she grabbed a new pair of undies from the plastic bag and slipped them over her bulging gland. She didn’t want to get used to this, but still couldn’t help smile at how much more comfortable her crotch was with the added support. As demonstrated from her various tests, the two lower breasts were practically invisible. Apparently the same went for the breast in her crotch, so long as nobody saw her vagina underneath. Thinking about her changes and curse conditions reminded her of Kyle. She hadn’t seen him at school since the call. Where had he been? Maybe he was sick like Suzy? She hated him, but that was the extent of it. She couldn’t will herself to consider any sort of revenge. She sighed heavily and tried to come up with a plan of attack. She was now two changes in the red, which meant she needed two positive encounters to get back to normal. Two positive changes in two days. Still embarrassed from flashing Mom, she hid in her room until noon. Around then she decided that her best bet would be to visit one of her neighbors. She was lucky with Mrs. Jackson, maybe she’d get lucky again. After changing into a less showy skirt and slipping on some shoes, she made her way toward the front door.

She was almost to there when Mom stopped her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Outside?” She replied innocently.

“Did you forget that you’re grounded?” Mom glared. “Not to mention running a fever.”

“I feel fine now!” Jen insisted. “It’s only for a little bit! Please?”

“No. You are being punished young lady. After the stunt you pulled this morning you’re lucky ground you for another week.” Mom replied.

“But it’s really important.” Jen started.

“Enough. We aren’t discussing this.” Mom interrupted. “Feel free to visit your sister in the living room, or just stay in your room all day. You are not going out and that’s final.”

Jen, knowing she had lost, opted to go into the living room to talk with Ali.

“I’ve got a friend coming over. She should be here any minute now.” Ali explained just after Jen entered the room. “Please don’t flash her!

Jen rolled her eyes. She would likely never hear the end of that.

“I had no idea you were such a perv.” Ali giggled.

Jen didn’t respond. She was feeling depressed now that her temporary imprisonment had been enforced.

“Who’s coming over?” She asked, hoping that it wasn’t anyone she had previously bullied.

“Michele, she wants to paint my nails.” Ali replied.

Fortunately, that was someone Jen had gotten along with in the past. She was confined to the house and couldn’t make a neighbor happy, but maybe she could do something nice for Michele.

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Chapter 14

More Productive

Ali seemed pretty happy when she grew four large breasts. But Jen quickly ruled that option out. She was determined not to involve anyone else in the curse if she could help it.

After a while Michele arrived. Jen offered a polite hello as she came in, then watched Ali lead her away. Jen waited until they were out of sight then went to stand just outside of Ali’s bedroom door to eavesdrop. Grade school gossip wasn’t very exciting, but Jen thought she found an opportunity when they started the nail painting session.

Ali pulled out her acrylics. Jen knew wasn’t a very big set. Maybe ten colors, mostly primaries. Ali wasn’t really big on nail painting. Jen suspected that she wanted to impress her friend. She wasn’t all that into it either but did have a relatively large collection back in her room. Several metallics, neon and even some glow in the dark polish. Novelty stuff she had gotten for birthdays or on a whim. If Michele liked that sort of thing, then maybe she could take the opportunity to get a positive change. She went to her room, grabbed a small tote then returned to knock on Ali’s door.

“Who’s there?” Ali asked.

“It’s me” Jen offered. “Have you started painting your nails yet?”

“We were just about to.” Ali replied.

“Can I come in?” Jen asked.

Ali hesitated. “Okay, but you better not do anything weird.”

Jen pushed open the door. The two girls were sitting on the floor with Ali’s paint kit between them.

“I thought I’d let you borrow my set.” Jen offered. “If you’re interested.”

Ali took the box and set it on the floor next to her own. Jen could see Michele’s eyes go wide when they pulled open the lid.

“Wow, you’ve got so many!” Michele said, picking up a few containers. “Thanks Jen!”

While Jen walked them through the colors and pointed out some of her favorites, her pussy swallowed up a portion of the lower breast and her chest ballooned back into C cups. She left soon after that. There was no reason to stick around after having received a positive transformation. She couldn’t believe it had been so easy.

Her parents were going to be gone tomorrow. Everything was on track for Suzy to come by and offer one more positive change. There weren’t many days left, but the finish line was finally in sight. She felt confident that her lower breast would soon be gone.

For whatever reason, thinking about it was turning her on. It seemed like her libido had been growing more insatiable every day since the curse started. That might have been an issue if it didn’t feel so great to play with herself.

Her sister would be preoccupied with Michele and her parents had confined her to the house. May as well masturbate to kill time. If things kept changing for the better, this might be the last opportunity she’d get to play with a slightly larger pussy breast anyway.

Any time she felt aroused outside of the curse, she was happy. It was a welcome feeling of control that was missing from the negative transformations. She locked her door and stripped down. The black shirt had done well to hide her upper rows but would now serve as a barrier between her butt and the bed. The last things to come off were the two pasties she had applied to her upper nipples. She let out a soft moan as the plastic pealed back.

The arousal was there, but her pussy wasn’t wet just yet. Her upper breasts had been neglected during many of the previous sessions and she decided that a little foreplay in that region would kick things off. She dug through a drawer on her nightstand and found some baby oil that she had stashed away for this very reason. She rubbed it into her chest, making sure to coat each of her four pert boobs with the glistening liquid. Minutes in to her massage, moisture began to trickle from her vagina. The fluid slicked the edge of her pussy breast and labia.

She gently pushed her fingers into the gaps along either side of the breast, sliding them up and down to explore the sensitive walls. She imagined for a moment that it wasn’t just a nipple that replaced her clit. The whole boob was her new clit, and it felt amazing.

Within minutes the erect nipple began to lactate, sending waves of pleasure through her body. With a free hand she pinched one of her upper nipples. It sent goosebumps across her chest, making her other nipples tingle. This was quickly becoming a full body experience as she imagined muscular boys with their hard cocks begging to penetrate something. She thought about Brian, remembering how incredible it felt when they fucked in the bathroom. This time she wasn’t being forced by the curse. This time every ounce of pleasure was her own.

Still, she wished she had a man there to take it a step further. For whatever reason, her thoughts went to Suzy. She knew that Suzy wasn’t really into guys. They had both hit puberty around the same time and she remembered the fun they had exploring each others bodies together. She thought about Suzy joining her in a threesome, or maybe even a foursome. So hot.

She felt her first orgasm building. Powerful contractions made her lower breast shoot milk as she squirmed and flexed her thighs. Goosebumps ran across her thighs and up her chest, bringing an odd tingling sensation to her attention. There was something unusual happening to her upper breasts. It felt good, really good. Without looking, she moved one hand up and squeezed her lower left bosom. Something felt warm and sticky.

“Oh no.”

Beads of white fluid were forming at the tip each nipple. A playful squeeze sent a fine spray of milk through the air. Just like the breast in her crotch, it felt incredible. Like a miniature orgasm, but in a new place. She wished she had three more hands as she moved from one nipple to the next, extracting the white nectar as quickly as possible.

She continued to express milk and finger herself until exhaustion overcame arousal. Without pleasure clouding her mind, she realized how bad the condition was. A pad would stop her pussy breast from making a mess, but how would she deal with the four above if they started leaking in public? Why was she lactating anyway? Did she get pregnant from her encounter with Brian?

Surely not. He pulled out. She watched him cum after they disconnected. Besides, it had only been a few days. Hoping to convince herself that there wasn’t a bun in her oven, she recalled reading that frequent stimulation may induce lactation. She had been doing a lot of stimulating lately. Were these forced states of arousal along with the controlled sessions throwing her hormones out of whack?

“Okay… There’s no reason to panic, nobody pays any mind to my lower set or pussy breast.” She reasoned. “Hopefully they’ll stay dry in public, but a little damp spot won’t mean anything. It’s just the top two I need to worry about.”

Once calm, but still leaking, she went to the bathroom to clean up. She sat over the edge of the bathtub and waited while all five nipples finished dripping. Fortunately they didn’t take long. A few minutes at most, though the one between her legs kept going for a little while longer.

Inconvenient as this was, she didn’t regret what she had done. It felt incredible. Four new points of intense orgasmic pleasure on top of the electricity throbbing down below. The post-climactic leakage was annoying, but not unbearable. When they finally did stop dripping, she wiped things off with a damp rag, making sure to scrub away excess baby oil before putting her clothes back on and wondering down to the living room.

Mom and Fred were both watching TV. She had no chance of escape with Mom watching the doors. There was nothing to do but wait. She spent the next few hours watching TV. After a while, she left to see how Ali and Michele’s nail paint turned out. Another medial task to kill time until Sunday.

With Suzy’s help, this whole mess would be fixed. Her pussy breast would shrink back inside and her chest would go back to normal. Mostly. The numbers were still off but she didn’t mind that so much. Thanks to her little sister, Jen wasn’t the only girl in the world with four tits.

Around six pm, Fred made supper. Jen joined them at the table but didn’t say much. Any stupid comments now would undo what she had been working towards. She finished quickly, thanked Fred, then left for her room.

She was content to spend the rest of the night alone with her laptop and the internet to keep her company. She did some research on the curse but never found much aside from basic rules. Granted, there were a few conspiracy sites where people shared stories. They all sounded crazy, though she knew first hand that the curse was real. When the fruitless research got boring, she went to take a shower.

Having already spent some time masturbating, this trip to the tub was uneventful and relatively quick. Afterward, she examined herself in the bathroom mirror. The A cup in her pussy held her lips apart an inch or two but the overall bulge wasn’t so big that people would notice it under a skirt. Unfortunately, the excess flesh was enough to make most of her panties uncomfortable. At this size, the boys undies wouldn’t do her any good either. The two extra breasts on her chest were another issue, though various tests revealed just how normal they were even when exposed.

Luckily, she did have a few panties that would stretch over the mound. Not that it mattered anyway. Lewd as it was, nobody cared whether or not it was showing, so long as she kept her vaginal opening out of sight. She imagined cutting a hole in her panties to let the breast hang through. Just something to hold it in place, while still covering up her labia and opening below.

Shifting attention back to her chest, she realized that she was no longer bothered by the added weight. In fact, they were easily forgotten if she was distracted. The complacency made it easier to cope, but was also a little scary. Was the curse messing with her brain?

Maybe it didn’t matter. Even with two extra breasts, she was thin and fit. Still sexy by any standard. If anything her extra assets would make her even more desirable. She gave the bottom row a loving squeeze, then went to find her nightgown.

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Chapter 15

Retrospective

While lying in bed, she reflected on the events up until that night. On Tuesday, Kyle used the transform or dare curse on her. After failing to choose in under a minute, she ended up with a breast in her pussy, several conditions and a dare that made her yell at Ali, who’s hurt feelings triggered the first negative change. Not long after that, she fought with her mom. That triggered the second change and forced her to masturbate. It was the first time she had ever skipped school on purpose, though it felt like the best course of action given what was happening. That same day, she tried to find a loophole in the curse.

That turned out to be a very bad idea. Without putting much thought into the conditions that Kyle had set, she ended up growing another pair of breasts. On the up side, she figured out that it was possible to trade the curse with her own reflection. Perhaps she could use that trick again when her week was up.

School was canceled on the first day. It was a lucky break, something that saved her from explaining why she hadn’t gone in the first place. Ali came home early and explained that she had been eavesdropping during Kyle’s call. Even so, she still couldn’t see anything different about her big sister. Still determined to undo the curse, Jen asked Ali to help transform her back. The attempt failed to remove the three misplaced breasts, but did end up giving Ali larger breasts. Four of them to be specific. It wasn’t all bad though. Her sister loved them and Jen managed to add a condition to make them normal to outside observers.

Come Wednesday, she went back to school. That sucked.

Sure, she was lucky that neither cheer squad nor swim practice fell on that day, but it wasn’t even first period when that stupid boy forced another change. She spent the rest of that day uncomfortable and aroused until she made it home. By then she was so horny that she wasted nearly an entire evening masturbating.

Thursday started off pretty well. She remembered how her sister went to school with her bottom row hanging out. At the time she was embarrassed for Ali, but now knew better. Over the course of the day, she managed to reverse nearly all of her changes. First by talking to Martha then later by talking with Brian on the bus. Well, almost all. She wasn’t able to undo the clit nipple and extra row of breasts.

Things quickly went down-hill when some boys made fun of her at lunch. She couldn’t help telling them off and ended up with three times the usual growth and arousal. She fucked Brian in the handicap bathroom. It felt great, but she never meant to involve him like that. At least she didn’t use the curse on him, though in retrospect she could have dared him to forget what happened. Granted, there was no telling what option he would have picked. Following their impromptu sex, she faked being sick and left school early. Home alone and bored, she went to see her neighbor. They spoke for a while and the lady seemed happy to have company. Happy enough that Jen’s pussy swallowed a portion of the breast. Not much else happened after that, though she did continue to play sick.

On Friday, she managed to improve her condition by speaking with Fred early in the morning. That afternoon was uneventful. She tested out some cloths and ended up masturbating again. Ever since the curse, these sessions seemed to be getting more intense and more frequent. Often not even triggered by a negative change. Perhaps the sexual nature of the curse had messed with her libido? At the very least, something was definitely messing with her hormones. Why else would she have started lactating?

With a mix of arousal and courage, she tested the limits of the condition. What better way than to expose herself to her family? For the most part, everything went fine. At least until she fought with Fred. By the end of day, she was right back where she had started. Though she did know more about how the curse worked.

Jen, and her sister could share their second row of breasts with the world without anyone noticing. What was really strange was that people did know about them. They were just oblivious to the fact that they weren’t always covered up.

“No matter how different you look, everyone will think the changes are normal.”

It wasn’t until that morning that Kyle’s words really sank in.

Unlike Ali, Jen also had a breast in her pussy. Like the extra breasts above, people truly were oblivious to it. With another healthy dose of courage, she tested the theory with a very short skirt and no underwear. During the experiment, she flashed Mom. It was so embarrassing. At least she learned that it was fine to let her pussy breast hang free so long as nobody saw the cavity at its base.

Later that day, she got lucky with Michele, one of Ali’s friends. With a simple act of kindness she managed to take one step towards normal. Feeling optimistic and a bit horny, she masturbated. Midway through, things got interesting. Her upper four nipples began to lactate just like the one between her legs. While the reason was still unknown, she guessed that the successive changes were messing with her body chemistry. Only time would tell whether or not that was something she should be worried about.

Determined to stay positive, she counted the days. There were only two left. Suzy would be there tomorrow and could help her change back to normal. Well, normal but with two extra breasts. That would be okay so long as nobody treated her differently. She continued to reflect on everything that had come to pass and eventually lost consciousness.

She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but woke up around 9:45. It was finally Sunday. The weight of two extra breasts reminded her of the condition, though it didn’t dampen her spirits. Today she would reset her cursed vagina to where it was right after Kyle’s call. Having a few extra boobs up top hardly mattered compared to the lump below.

She went to her dresser, pulling off the night gown as she walked. After some searching, she found another loose pair of panties and slipped them on. Next, she pulled on an old C cup bra, then found a white t-shirt to wear. It was long enough to meet her waist, but really didn’t do anything to hide the shape of her chest. Not that it mattered. Her bra only covered the upper set anyway.

Next came a knee-length skirt. Feeling satisfied with her appearance, she went down the hall, noting the smell of pancakes in the air. Fred was just finishing up as she entered the kitchen. Her sister was wearing another revealing top but, by now, Jen was used to seeing her extras. She was in such a good mood that the curse hardly effected her when she apologized to Fred for the previous day. Mom was surprised, but didn’t comment.

Fred thanked her and asked how many pancakes she wanted. Jen couldn’t help but be amazed at how forgiving he was. Given how aroused she had been, she knew his feelings had been really hurt during that argument. In the last week she had, thanks to the curse, been forced to reflect on her attitude. The moment the week was up, she’d be a different person. She didn’t like Kyle and would never forgive him but, as twisted as it seemed, his curse was making her a better person.

Perhaps the effects on her attitude wore off when she had no motivation to get something. As of now, she had used every opportunity to get a positive transformation from her family. So long as she didn’t Screw things up with Suzy, she’d be back to normal by the end of the day.

“Hey Mom?” Jen asked. “Are you and Fred still going on a date tonight?”

“Planning on it. Fred got us a 6pm reservation at Willows.” Mom smiled. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason.” Jen shrugged. “I just remembered you mentioning it.”

“You better not leave while we’re out.” Mom replied. “You’re still grounded until Monday.”

Jen had no intention of leaving, though Mom never said anything about having someone come over. Of course, she wouldn’t mention that. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. Especially when she knew that Mom would say no. She changed the subject to school, allowing her sister to take over the conversation. Everyone seemed happy, but with the possibility of a negative change always looming, she didn’t want to stay at the table for long. After breaking out of the conversation and finishing breakfast, she left to watch TV.

Some time later, Ali appeared. “Hey, can I ask you something kind of personal?”

“Sure.” Jen hesitated, not sure what to expect.

“Well. It’s kind of embarrassing. Promise you won’t tell anyone?” Ali added.

“I promise.” Jen offered.

Had Ali discovered a nipple in her crotch after all?

“Well, yesterday after Michele left…” Ali started. “I played with my boobs. It was just for a little while. These new nipples are really sensitive. It feels great… But…”

“But what?” Jen pressed.

“One of them started to leak.” Ali blushed.

“Like, milk?” Jen asked, remembering what happened to her the day before.

“Yea, but it only came out of this one.” Ali said, gesturing towards her top right bump. “It felt really good. Is that normal? Should I tell Mom?”

Jen knew, or at least thought she knew why Ali had lactated. After all, according to the curse Ali had breasts ‘just like hers.’ Perhaps excessive stimulation would lead to the same result.

“I hate to say it, but I think that’s just how it is.” Jen explained. “They’ll lactate if you stimulate them too often.”

Ali seemed confused, but accepted the explanation. Jen actually found herself somewhat relieved to hear that she wasn’t the only one producing milk. She could now be certain that Brian was not the reason she had begun to leak. Ergo, she was not pregnant. Either way, they both had a decision to make. Lactate or ease up on personal stimulation. Some time passed before Jen decided to head up to her room to take care of the assignments she had missed.

The next few hours were spent at her desk. She did occasionally stop for bathroom breaks, to surf the web and to grab lunch at noon. It was just past four in the evening when she finally finished, though a good chunk of that time was spent procrastinating online. She had also worked ahead and would be cruising through at least three of her classes come Monday. Perhaps an easy day would help her avoid any more negative transformations while she waited for the curse to pass.

Her t-shirt pulled tight as she stretched, reminding her of the four breasts. Time spent not paying attention would make her forget that they were there. They weren’t heavy or uncomfortable, just odd. Perhaps Kyle’s statement about how her groin would painlessly adjust had applied to these new breasts as well. The idea of the curse messing with her brain to make them feel so natural seemed kind of wrong. A violation of her body that went beyond simply growing extra parts. Deciding not to dwell on the thought, she grabbed her phone.

[2 messages from Suzy…]

“Oh Shit!” She exclaimed, remembering the plan to meet up that evening. Her phone had been muted while she surfed the web in bed last night and she had been so focused on homework that she didn’t notice the notification.

The first text read: “What time should I come over?” – Sent at 2:38pm

The next read: “Pls respond” – Sent at 4:07pm

She knew that her parents would need to drive about half an hour to get to Willows and keyed in her response: “After 5:45”

Suzy only lived a couple blocks away and wouldn’t need more than a few minutes to get there on foot. Her parents should be long gone if she waited until then to leave. A few minutes later the phone flashed with a new message

“Okay, see you soon.”

The plan was in motion. Eventually she heard her parents holler up the stairs. “Jen, Ali, We’re heading out. You two behave yourselves.”

Jen waited until she saw the car pull out of the driveway, then went to the living room to wait for Suzy. She only made it halfway down the hall before remembering that, according to the curse, Suzy would know that she wasn’t normal. She ran back to her room to change into something less revealing. Admittedly, the white t-shirt was anything but revealing in ordinary circumstances, but it was tight and made her extra breasts very obvious. The skirt wasn’t an issue since her pussy breast was small enough to be invisible behind the fabric.

She tried on a light jacket. Even that was just tight enough to make her torso look unusual. She thought about grabbing a winter coat from her closet but decided that it would be too suspicious. Her bathrobe wasn’t much better, but hid things well. She settled for that and went back down to the living room, careful to keep enough of the fabric bunched up front to conceal any misplaced curves.

Suzy’s timing was dead on. Jen stepped into the living room just as the doorbell rang. She side-stepped into the hall and went to open the front door. They exchanged small talk as Suzy kicked off her shoes and followed her down the hall.

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Chapter 16

Suzy’s Confession

“Hi Suzy!” Ali yelled from the living room.

“Hi Ali.” Suzy smiled.

Jen had done plenty of testing, but was still surprised when Suzy paid no mind to Ali’s new boobs. She supposed that only her own chest would seem unusual when Suzy found out. Ali would be safe from that scrutiny due to the conditions Jen added. But considering that she was grounded, would Jen be safe from her younger sister? Fortunately, Ali didn’t seem to mind that Suzy was there. Thankful for the discretion, Jen lead Suzy to her room.

Once inside, and still holding folds of fabric against the front of her chest, she began, “Suzy, thanks so much for coming over. So… This is going to be weird, but that important thing I needed to tell you…”

Before Jen could say anything else, Suzy interrupted, “Wait… Please let me say something first…”

She sounded anxious and Jen could see her cheeks turning red.

“Uh…Okay…” Jen replied, taken back by the sudden interruption.

“I’m sorry… It’s just… I wanted to say something to you at school, and I thought about saying it when we were on the phone yesterday…”

Jen still wondered if Suzy already knew about her transformation but kept quiet.

“If I don’t say it now… I might never…”

“Jen, we’ve been friends for years. In fact, you are my absolute best friend.”

“You…”

Suzy paused.

“Y-… You know that I prefer girls…”

“Yea…” Jen hesitated, now confused as to where this was going.

“Jen…I think I love you. I want to be more than just friends. I’ve know it for a long time… I just haven’t had the courage to say it…”

Suzy’s eyes teared up as she finished.

“Suzy… I need to tell you something too.” Jen answered, not quite processing the scope of here friend’s confession.

“Do you remember when I asked you about Transform or Dare?”

“Yea…” Suzy hesitated, confused by the new subject.

Jen then told Suzy about the call from Kyle and what he did to her body. She decided not to mention her sister just yet.

When she finished explaining, Suzy replied with tears welling up in her eyes, “I just poured my heart out to you and that’s how you reply? I’m not joking around Jen! If you don’t feel anything towards me then just say it! I need to know.”

“Jen would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for her. Sure, she was straight but there had been a few occasions when she wondered what it would be like.”

As her friend cried, Jen felt pressure building in her crotch.

“Fuck!” She cursed. “No. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

But there was nothing she could do now. The pussy breast plumped up until it was a B cup, her upper four deflated until they matched. In pain from the tightened waistband, she lost her temper.

“Dammit Suzy I didn’t lie. Thanks to you I’m changing again!”

She threw off the bathrobe. Through the shirt her multiplied chest was apparent. With a yelp of pain, she reached under her skirt and yanked off the panties that were digging into her waist.

“Oh My God,” Suzy gasped, transitioning from sadness to fear. “You weren’t kidding.”

“No shit!” Jen yelled.

“Kyle turned you into some kind of freak.” Suzy hesitated. “I-… I don’t believe it.”

Jen knew it wasn’t meant as an insult, but she couldn’t stop herself. “You think I’m a fucking freak?”

“Maybe you’d be better off with a dick since you like to fuck girls! How would you feel if you had an odd number of tits?”

“W-… What the hell.” Suzy doubled over. “What’s happening? It hurts!”

Jen realized that she had said the words more than a minute earlier. Suzy was changing. Neither of them knew how until she grabbed at her chest. Knowing she hadn’t taken a dare, Jen amended the curse with rules to make it seem normal to outside observers. Suzy didn’t understand what was happening and fell to the floor. Unlike Jen, her transformation wasn’t set up to be painless. Her chest itched like crazy as the skin stretched and swelled. Down below, she could feel something snaking it’s way out of her mons.

She struggled to pull off her shirt. A nipple-capped lump was squeezed painfully in her cleavage. Somehow, Jen had made her grow a third breast and that wasn’t even the worst part. She pulled up her skirt to reveal a flaccid cock hanging over the top of her panties.

“No!” Suzy pleaded just her testicles fell into place. “Jen, what did you do to me?”

“Suzy… I’m sorry… I didn’t realize that I’d said the words.” Jen started.

As Jen examined her friend’s naked body she began to feel aroused. Very aroused. The curse was forcing it. But before completely losing herself, she remembered the dare.

“Suzy, I-… I want you to fuck me!”

“What?” Suzy replied, still in shock.

“I dare you.” Jen insisted. “I dare you to fuck me!”

With those words, Suzy stood up and let her panties fall. Next the skirt dropped, then she unclipped her bra, giving much needed room to the new addition before kicking off her shoes and approaching Jen, who was also undressing.

Sadness gave way to arousal as Suzy said, “This isn’t how I thought it would happen.”

“Me neither…” Jen added, as she dropped her bra.

This was the first time Suzy saw Jen’s transformed body. Weird as it was, she was turned on by it. So many boobs, though the one hanging out of her gaping labia was a little strange. Still, She was compelled to test out her new penis and could think of no one else who deserved it more than the girl standing before her now.

Jen watched Suzy’s new member rise into the air. It was already quite a shower, but must have gained at least a few inches as it hardened. Bigger than Brian had been, though her balls were relatively little. Small as they were, they were weirdly cute looking under the girth of her shaft. The ornaments dangled seductively as she moved in. The whole situation was very strange.

Jen, being straight, didn’t pay much thought to Suzy’s three breasts. Though she did enjoy the feeling as their warm pillows made contact. Suzy offered some foreplay, pressing against Jen while kissing her neck and shoulder. She had never felt anything quite like what she was experiencing now. The cock throbbed as if it had its own heart beat and she wanted to … no … needed to shove it into Jen’s waiting slit. She had always been attracted to her friend and came to love her over time. She finally confessed that love, but rather than talking it through, Jen used some weird game to transform her into a sex crazed freak. Nothing made sense, but Suzy couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to fuck Jen. Everything else just faded away.

They gently rubbed against each other, exploring with lips and fingers. Jen could feel Suzy brushing against her pussy breast. After a fair amount of foreplay, Jen prepared to accept the throbbing shaft. She fell forward on the bed with her ass in the air, propping herself up with one arm. She used the other to massage the gland in her groin while Suzy gently guided it into Jen. Both girls moaned as they made the connection. Suzy, moved her hips forward and back while Jen flexed and pulled. Suzy moved one of her free hands to her new breast. She tweaked and pinched the nipple, surprised to find that it felt exactly like her other two, offering the same sensations.

She could hardly contain herself as she thrust her hips and massaged her chest. Jen had been trying to tell her about this curse for the last few days. She even tried to mention it over the phone. At the time, Suzy thought it sounded silly. Maybe that was why Jen had insisted on meeting in person. Did it matter anymore? Suzy loved her and thanks to this curse was now equipped to show it. It was weird and hot … so hot … building up … something was building in the base of her cock. The unique sensation could only have meant one thing.

“I-… I think I’m gonna…” She cried.

In a panic, she pulled out. Hot cum erupted from the tip, landing in a streak across Jen’s back. Suzy wasn’t stupid, while it was true that she had only just grown a dick, she knew full well what happened when boys came inside. With heavy breaths, she fell onto the bed beside Jen, who was still massaging the breast in her groin. Jen didn’t stop, but mustered a quiet apology as milk dripped from her upper breasts. She was still horny. The arousal wouldn’t stop until she fulfilled the curse requirement. Suzy’s body wasn’t quite finished either, even as the penis fell limp between her legs. She turned her focus towards the pussy that remained just below her warm scrotum.

“You’re lactating?” Suzy asked, between moans.

“Yes… Too much…” Jen breathed. “…Stimulation…”

“Cool…” Suzy laughed, shortly before another orgasm took over.

Jen hit hers a moment later and collapsed. The two of them stayed like that for a while, content to relax in the afterglow. When the feeling finally began to wear, Suzy pushed herself up and suggested that they get cleaned up.

“Yea.” Jen groaned. “I’m really sorry about all this…”

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Chapter 17

Coping with Change

Suzy didn’t say anything as she left for the bathroom. After she disappeared through the doorway, Jen slid to the edge of the bed, embarrassed by the wet sheets and the feeling of cum drying on her back. She waited quietly for Suzy to return so they could come to terms with what had just happened.

But Suzy didn’t return. Instead she yelled. “Hey, come in here! Quick!”

The request startled Jen, who quickly jumped up to see what had happened.

“I just peed!”

“Uh… I’m proud of you?” Jen hesitated.

“No. From this.” Suzy said, pointing at her new penis.

“Really?” Jen asked.

“Yea. Could you do me a favor and let me know how it looks now?” Suzy started. “I can’t tell, but I think my urethra must have moved. The muscles feel…Different.”

“Oh come on.” Jen grimaced. “I don’t want to look at your pussy.”

“Hey, you’re the one who did this to me, the least you can do is help me figure out where things are at!” Suzy grinned.

“Fine.” Jen sighed. “Sit on the edge of the tub and spread ‘em.”

Jen bent down in front of Suzy’s crotch. With a hand on either side of her thighs, she gently push her legs apart. “So what do you want me to look for?”

“I don’t think there’s a urethra anymore.” Suzy replied. “Feels like it might have been rerouted, but I can’t exactly look in there myself.”

Jen lifted her balls with one hand then gently pulled her lips apart. Her pussy was complete with a wrinkled pair of labia and a small clit nestled below her hood, which transitioned seamlessly into the scrotum above. It irritated her that Suzy’s clit stayed intact even while hers had been replaced by a boob. The inside looked normal, though after a thorough examination, she couldn’t find anything resembling a urethra. Suzy’s theory must have been right.

Jen let the balls drop back over her pink slit and stood up. “I think you’re right, I didn’t see one.”

“Wow, I guess I get to pee standing up now!” Suzy exclaimed.

“You seem a little too excited bout this.” Jen hesitated.

“I was scared at first. Angry even, but we just fucked and it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” Suzy replied, poking at her new genitals. “I think I can get used to this.”

Jen was surprised at how easily she accepted the change and asked, “Are you mad at me.”

“Yes, but you’ll be able to make it up to me.” Suzy replied with a wide smile. “By the way. You’re still leaking.”

“Ugh. I know, they tend to run like this for a while.” Jen replied, pinching a nipple to send a stream of milk through the air.

“Eww, stop!” Suzy yelped as the jet landed on her foot.

“Oh come on, it’s no worse than what you sprayed all over my back.” Jen laughed.

With some hesitation, Suzy asked, “Would you like me to help clean that off?”

“What do you mean?” Jen replied, somewhat oblivious.

“Let’s take a shower.” Suzy shrugged. “We both need to clean up anyway. I could scrub your back.”

“Uh. Sure.” Jen hesitated.

Suzy moved aside to let Jen start the shower. When the water was warm, they both stepped in. The tub wasn’t very big, but had enough room to get the job done.

True to her word, Suzy had Jen turn around so she could wash the cum from her back. Jen felt a little awkward, knowing that her friends dick was inches from her ass. Especially since she had gone stiff moments after the curtain closed. She tried not to think about it. By now her body had calmed down. Even her nipples had stopped leaking. Suzy, on the other hand, was still exploring herself.

She couldn’t believe they were taking a shower together. She couldn’t believe she had a penis either, but the throbbing shaft between her legs was most definitely there. She finished wiping down Jen’s back then turned her focus to the erection down below.

Jen decided to get out before Suzy sprayed her again. As she dried off, she could hear grunts and moans on the other side of the curtain. Part of her wanted to get back in, but she felt too guilty about using the curse and decided that it would be better to wait in the room. She pulled a fresh pair of boys undies. Her bloated pussy breast would need the support now. Once it was secure behind the cotton, she put back on the t-shirt and skirt from earlier. Finally, she pulled the sweat and cum stained sheets from her bed and tossed them on the floor.

It wasn’t long before Suzy let out her last cry of pleasure, shooting a load into the drain. With that out of the way, she quickly rinsed off, stopped the water and borrowed Jen’s towel to dry off. After a moment, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in the damp towel. It wasn’t big enough to hide her changes. She had it wrapped low enough to cover her crotch, but that only allowed for enough fabric to hide her nipples above. Her three breasts pressed against each other, making two obvious cleavage lines. Further down, her semi-hard dick created a noticeable bulge.

Regular Jen would have thought, “That’s what you get for triggering my change!” But cursed Jen felt terrible. First her sister, then her friend. Maybe it would be more accurate to say lover.

Before either of them could say anything, there was a knock at the door. They were so busy fucking that Jen didn’t realize that her parents would have returned by then. Everything had happened so fast that she forgot to lock it. A regretful mistake, as she didn’t even have a chance to reply before Mom pushed open the door.

“Aha!” Mom yelled. “I knew I heard someone else in here. You know you’re not supposed to have company over!”

“Or did she forget to mention that she was grounded?” Mom asked, looking at Suzy.

Suzy stood there, frozen with fear. Her obvious bulge. The multiplied cleavage. Jen’s mom was looking right at her.

“Did you just take a shower?”

Suzy was too shocked to speak. Jen noticed and quickly said, “Uh… Yea, we accidentally spilled some soda on the bed and I let her clean up while I pulled off the sheets.”

Her mom, still looking towards Suzy, said, “Suzy, you’re going to have to go home.”

“As for you,” she said, turning towards Jen.

Before her mother could pass judgment, Jen interrupted, “You said I couldn’t leave. I can’t help it if someone comes over to visit me instead.”

Mom must have been in a good mood after the date. She paused for a few seconds to consider the words.

“I don’t like it when you use technicalities on me.” She replied. “Fine…Suzy, you can stay until 9, but after that you’ve got to go home.”

Jen looked at her phone, it was 7:43. That only left a little less than two hours. She was glad that her mom hadn’t extended her grounding and thanked her for letting Suzy stay.

“Yea yea… Just make sure you take those sheets downstairs so Martha can get them washed. Take all this laundry too, there’s no reason for you to have dirty clothes lying all over the place. Oh, and there should be a clean set of sheets in the cabinet across the hall.”

After Mom left, Jen closed the door and turned the lock. Something she wish she had done much earlier.

“That could have been worse.” She shrugged.

“Worse? WORSE?? You’re mom just saw my fucked up chest. Hell. She probably noticed the bulge in my crotch too!” Suzy began to hyperventilate.

“At least she didn’t come in when we were fucking.” Jen replied.

“THIS IS SERIOUS!” Suzy panicked. “What if she tells my parents?”

Jen remembered how she felt when her mom witnessed her first change. “Suzy, your parent’s already know.”

“What?!” She yelled back.

“More accurately, everyone knows.” Don’t you remember what I said right before I dared you?”

Suzy was on the verge of tears, but thought back. “…You and I will know the truth, but everyone else will think you’re ordinary. Didn’t Kyle do that to you too?”

“Yep, I can actually walk around with my three misplaced breasts in full view and nobody will think anything of it.” Jen replied, feeling oddly proud. “I did the same thing for Ali”

“Ali? What does she have to do with this?” Suzy asked.

“She has the same sort of condition applied to her extra breasts.” Jen shrugged.

“Her breasts?” Suzy asked. “What’s wrong with her breasts?”

Jen remembered that she left that part of her story out when she told Suzy about the curse. It probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway since only she and Ali knew the truth of it.

“Never mind… Look, just don’t worry too much about your additions, everyone you encounter will think nothing looks different.”

“Trust me, I’ve been figuring that out for the past week.”

Suzy wasn’t convinced. “How will I hide this dick, none of my bra’s are going to fit now. What if I get an erection during swim practice?”

Jen grabbed her shoulders. “Suzy, calm down. Do you want me to prove it?”

Suzy nodded slowly, not sure what Jen planned to do.

“Stay here for a second.” Jen left the room and returned moments later with Ali. “Ali, is there anything unusual about Suzy’s body?”

Suzy, still wrapped in the towel, glared at Jen but didn’t say a word.

“No?” Ali replied, looking a little confused.

“What about her crotch?” Jen asked. “…Or her cleavage?”

“Uh… No? … Sis, you’re acting weird again.” Ali said while squinting at Suzy’s bulge.

“Sorry Ali, I know the questions seem odd but I needed to prove a point.” Jen replied. “You’re absolutely sure there’s nothing different about her? Anything different on her body?”

“Is this a trick question?” Ali asked.

“No.” Jen replied.

“Well… I don’t see anything strange here.” Ali started. “I guess, I’m not sure why you’re wrapped in that towel. Did you just take a shower?”

“Yea… We spilled some soda and I let her use my shower.” Jen lied. “So, just to be perfectly clear. You don’t think it’s strange that she has three boobs? What about that bulge between her legs?”

Suzy’s cheeks flushed a deep red. She couldn’t believe Jen pointed them out like that. What kind of twisted game was she playing at?

“I still don’t get why you’re asking me this.” Ali shrugged. “She looks fine. I guess most girls only have two. Not sure I’ve ever met any with a penis, but I don’t see anything new. Maybe she got a haircut? I can’t tell when it’s all wet like that. Can I go now?”

Jen thanked Ali and let her leave. Suzy stood there, still teary eyed but slowly taking on a more confident look.

“It’s true.” She started. “She just thinks I look normal. Even though…”

Jen couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly the look of embarrassment shifted to serious contemplation.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me. I’m still angry at you.”

“You’re lucky that I’m here to explain the rules.” Jen offered. “I had to figure all of that out on my own.”

She told Suzy about some of her more embarrassing moments, one of which was growing two more breasts. Admittedly, that transformation wasn’t entirely Kyle’s fault. The recollection reminded her of the mirror trick.

“Suzy… If you want, I can show you how to undo this.”

“Really?” Suzy asked.

Jen explained how she was able to use the curse on herself with the bathroom mirror. The only reason it didn’t work was because of Kyle’s ‘extra pair’ condition. Suzy’s curse didn’t have any conditions.

“I-… I think I’ll wait.” Suzy hesitated.

“Really? I’ve got plenty of mirrors around here. It wouldn’t even take long.” Jen said, a little surprised that her friend wasn’t jumping at the opportunity.

“You said nobody would notice I’d changed?” Suzy insisted. “So. I’ll wait… May as well take the car for a test drive before deciding how to feel about it.”

Jen explained everything leading up to that night in detail and Suzy elaborated on her feelings. After taking things through, Jen decided that they could continue an intimate relationship, though it was still to early to claim that they were a couple. Suzy no longer had a reason to doubt what Kyle had done but still needed time to come to terms with her new body. After a while, Jen’s mom returned. It was time for Suzy to leave.

“It’s 9 already?” Jen said, feeling disheartened.

“9:15 Actually.” Mom replied. “Uh… You should probably get dressed Suzy.”

Suzy blushed, realizing that she had spent the last hour wrapped in a damp towel. She gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom. Her panties were too small, so she had to let the penis hang out of a leg hole. Jen’s gift was surprisingly large even when flaccid. Fortunately, her skirt hid things well. In fact, she could easily pass as normal so long as she didn’t get a boner. Then again, her chest was anything but normal. With an extra breast fighting for space, her bra was useless. Even after adjusting the back strap it wouldn’t fit comfortably. She opted to leave it off.

Her shirt was thin and didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially since her cleavage line had been replaced with a lump. If the neck hole ended much lower she’d be showing off her middle nipple. According to Jen, that wouldn’t matter; but she still felt exposed. After one last look in the mirror she left meet Jen and her mom.

“Ready to go?” Mrs. Smith asked. “I can give you a ride.”

Suzy accepted the offer and the two of them left. Once again on her own, Jen took some time to run her soiled sheets and a handful of clothes to the laundry room. Then, on her way back she grabbed clean sheets from the cabinet in the hallway. Some time was spent making the bed and changing into a nightgown.

It had been a long day. She did have fun, though it wasn’t at all what she expected. Instead of fixing her crotch, she just made things worse. Her pussy breast was larger, her friend had been transformed and she only had one day left.

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Chapter 18

Kyle Appears

Jen’s alarm went off to signal the beginning of Monday, the last day of her curse. She begrudgingly pushed herself out of bed and changed clothes. An old sports bra worked well on her smaller breasts, though it only held the upper row. She left the lower pair uncovered. There wasn’t any point in using gauze or rigging a bra if everyone ignored them anyway.

Feeling daring, she picked out a shirt that showed off her mid-drift. It would also show her lower breasts if she raised her arms. Suzy knew about her condition but likely wouldn’t care if she got flashed. She might even enjoy it. Her family, on the other hand, was oblivious and Kyle was nowhere to be found. Ali had gotten away with it for the last few days, so maybe it was finally time to stop trying to hide them and just dress comfortably.

She decided to pack some boys undies just in case, then stuffed a larger bra and panties in the bag before finally adding her swimsuit. Today was Monday, and that meant she would have practice that evening. A troubling thought to be sure, but something she would have to face one way or another. Worst case scenario, she could fake a bad cramp and sit it out.

She pulled on a comfortable skirt that ended just above her knees, slipped into some socks and finally her shoes. Her plan to fix things with Suzy’s help had backfired. Now she needed at least two positive changes instead of one. She might have been more optimistic if there was more time, but this was it. The last of her seven cursed days. Determined to fix things, she left for the bus stop.

Ali was waiting on the porch. She still wasn’t wearing a bra, but had on a more modest shirt compared to what she had worn in the days past. Maybe she was tired of trying to get attention with the new curves and decided to dial it back. Or maybe she was just tired of hearing her big sister complain. Jen didn’t really care either way, though she did wonder why her sister never asked to borrow a bra. Especially when Mom had made a big deal about her own showy nipples. Ali’s were just as visible, but garnered no attention. Jen guessed that her conditions must have worked differently.

Together, they went to the bus stop to wait with a handful of other students. Jen was disappointed to see that her friend wasn’t there. Did Suzy decide to stay home due to her transformation? That was understandable. She had played hooky and even faked being ill to get out of school when things got bad. Not today though. Whether or not Suzy appeared, Jen had to go. School was the only place left where she could trigger positive changes. She supposed if she had skipped class, she might have gotten help from a neighbor, but that carried a lot of risk. If Mom or Fred found out, she’d get in trouble. That would guarantee an enlarged pussy breast by the end of the night. All things considered, school was her only option.

Jen had all but given up hope on seeing Suzy as the bus started moving, but they came to a sudden stop only a block up the street. Jen glanced out. There, running down the sidewalk, was Suzy. Apparently she was just late. So late that she had to flag down the bus after it was in motion.

Jen was thrilled. Seeing Suzy meant that she was coping with her transformation. She boarded the bus and made her way down the isle. She was wearing a shirt with a wide neck. Pretty typical for her, though not the most ideal thing for a girl who recently grew a third boob.

She paired it with some tight gym shorts that left nothing to the imagination. In fact, Jen was certain that she wasn’t even wearing underwear given the way her sausage bounced against her thigh. Suzy spotted Jen and quickened her pace.

“Good morning!” Suzy beamed as she sat down to catch her breath.

“Holy shit Suzy, your middle tit is practically hanging out!” Jen half-whispered.

“You’re one to talk.” Suzy laughed and gestured towards her lower row. “Look around Jen, nobody cares. It’s just like you said, we’re the only one’s who know something changed.”

“I guess you’re right. I’m just not used to it.” Jen replied, sneaking a look at her bulge.

“Don’t worry Jen. It’s all yours.” Suzy said, noticing her gaze. “We’ll just have to take it somewhere more private.”

“Stop that you perv!” Jen blushed. “Listen, this is the last day for me. If I can’t fix my curse, I’ll be stuck like this for the rest of my life. I know I’ll only see you during lunch and swim practice but, if it looks like I’m about to hurt someone’s feelings, please stop me.”

“I’ll do my best.” Suzy offered.

After a while, the bus pulled into the lot. Since their first classes were on different sides of the school, they had to part ways. Jen arrived at her locker and began to swap out textbooks. Just as she closed the door, a foam football hit the back of her head.

“Hey, toss that back will ya?”

She recognized the voice. It was Kyle. She picked up the ball and turned, ready to toss it as hard as she could. Against her will, her arm went limp mid throw and the ball glided harmlessly into his waiting hands.

“Thanks Jen!” He smiled. “Wow, you’re looking awfully busty today.”

Jen was livid, she hadn’t seen his smug face in days and now there he stood. Ogling her second row of breasts. She hated him so much, wanted to call him all kinds of names, maybe even punch him in the face.

She couldn’t.

“Nothing to say?” He taunted. “Or just nothing nice to say? Well… I must admit, I’m surprised to see that you’re legs are still together. You’re doing a lot better than I would have expected. Aside from those anyway.”

He pointed towards her lower breasts. Jen grabbed a textbook and hugged it against her chest. She couldn’t hurt him. She couldn’t even say anything. But, at the very least, she could deprive him of the view.

“Tried to undo it huh? I did warn you. Oh well. Good luck staying nice. I’ll be sure to check up on you when it’s all over.”

Kyle disappeared in the crowded hallway. A few nearby students were staring at her. She supposed they expected a witty response, but Jen said nothing. She really couldn’t. Apparently every horrible thought she had was being suppressed by the curse. It was a strange feeling to be stuck between an unfiltered attitude and the inability to take revenge. On the up side, the curse may have just saved her from another negative transformation. She barely managed to keep her composure as she left for class.

She was still frustrated when she sat down. The teacher wasn’t in yet and several other girls were chatting about swim practice that evening. Jen wasn’t really in the mood to talk and laid her head in folded arms to avoid a conversation. She was too angry with Kyle to even think about getting a positive change from one of her classmates.

Someone tapped her shoulder.

“What do you want.” Jen mumbled.

“Feeling a bit cranky this morning?” Beth remarked.

“Oh, just a little pissed off at some asshole who screwed up my entire life. No big deal.” Jen quipped.

“Uh. Okay. I heard you were sick. Nice to see you back in class.” Beth replied. “Today is Coach Whitney’s birthday and we were thinking about playing a little prank on her during practice.”

“I think I’ll pass.” Jen replied, a bit surprised that the curse didn’t force her to take the opportunity. “What are you gonna do?”

“Well, she coaches swim team but hardly ever gets wet. We were going to coordinate with some of the other girls to soak her during practice. After that Marcy will bring out a birthday cake. Alex brought a bag of water balloons. We haven’t worked out all the details yet, but that’s the gist of it.”

“That actually sounds pretty harmless.” Jen considered. “Maybe I will join you.”

Beth was about to share more details when their instructor stepped into the room. He commanded that everyone sit then started class. First period was the usual mess of notes and assigned reading. Jen stayed busy until the bell rang. She had hoped to regroup with Beth, but didn’t catch her as everyone filtered into the hall.

Still unchanged, she took a quick bathroom break and exchanged books for her next class. Taking notes and focusing on class work helped to take her mind off of Kyle. Enough that she decided to try and compliment someone before second period. A younger kid stood alone at a nearby locker. He looked a little familiar when she approached. She guessed that he was just a freshman.

“Hey, that’s a nice shirt” Jen said, feeling stupid for not coming up with a better line.

He turned towards her. An otherwise neutral expression turned to anger. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Do I know you?” Jen stuttered, now worried that this was going to take a bad turn.

“Yea, you’re the girl who tripped me during lunch last week.” He replied. “Were you planning on doing it again? To be honest, I’d prefer you didn’t. I’d like to keep this nice shirt clean today.”

Jen remembered him now, she and her girlfriends had all laughed at the poor kid. The damn curse had forced her into something she couldn’t escape. She wanted to apologize but instead laughed. “You looked so ridiculous!”

“You and your friends can all fuck off!” He grabbed his books and left.

Within moments, Jen’s pussy had opened and pushed out a portion of the growing breast. The rows on her chest deflated in turn. She wasn’t feeling very optimistic anymore. Her chest was almost completely flat and her undies were almost stretched to their limit. To make things worse, she was horny. Shivering any time someone brushed past her. The increased libido made it hard to keep her eyes off of any nearby boys. She even caught herself looking at some of the girls.

“Dammit Suzy.” She thought, remembering how great she had been.

The feeling continued to build, nearly making her cry out during class. She had trouble paying attention but made it through without any more changes. It took every bit of self-control that she had to keep from masturbating between third and fourth period, but she pulled it off. After what felt like ages, the bell rang. The next half hour was a designated study period, though she had something very different in mind.

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Chapter 19

Suzy Gets Lucky

With moisture dripping down her thighs, she went in search of Suzy. Fortunately, it only took a few minutes to find her. Suzy was sitting near the back of the second study room with some of their other friends. Jen whispered from the doorway, trying not to draw too much attention. Suzy noticed and went to meet her.

“I need your help.” Jen started.

“What for?” Suzy asked, glancing at the lump in Jen’s skirt.

“Fuck me.” Jen whispered. “Bathroom. Now.”

Suzy grinned and followed her friend to the handicap stall that Jen had commandeered when she fucked Brian. When the coast was clear, they both stepped inside.

“Is this going to be a daily thing with you?” Suzy asked half joking as she turned the lock.

“Shut up! I can’t control it.” Jen stuttered as she pulled off her skirt and undies.

The sports bra she had worn had two small damp spots on the liner, but kept milk from soaking into her shirt. Her lower two breasts had begun to leak as well but her shirt came off before any significant amount of milk was apparent. Suzy was hard and already showing through her shorts, but taunted Jen by pulling off her shirt first.

“You were right Jen, nobody’s noticed anything out of the ordinary.” Suzy laughed. “I’ve been flashing everyone with my new boob all day, pretending to adjust my collar. I’ve also been free-buffing. Actually, I guess they’d call it free-balling?”

“Hard or soft, this cock is hard to miss when it dangles against the front of my shorts. It seems to have a mind of it’s own and gets hard at the most ridiculous times. Yet nobody notices. Not gonna lie, it’s been turning me on all day. I’m glad you found me.”

“I didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist Suzy.” Jen breathed as she tossed her soaked underwear into the sink.

“Hey, as far as anyone else is concerned, I’m not.” Suzy shrugged.

“Get over here and fuck me already. I can’t take it anymore.” Jen begged as she began to rub her leaking pussy breast.

“With pleasure!” Suzy replied as she pulled down her shorts.

Her cock bounced up as her waistband slipped past the head. Jen turned and leaned on the sink. It was the time with Brian all over again, except this time she was being fucked by her best friend. Suzy stepped behind her and gently rubbed her throbbing mushroom along the underside of Jen’s breast.

“You’ve grown a bit down there.” Suzy said as she entered Jen’s moist cunt.

“Yes… Bad morning… I’m running out of time…” Jen said through heavy breaths.

Both girls tried their best to stay quiet but couldn’t help letting out a few moans as pleasurable feelings emanated through their bodies. Jen was the first to reach a climax, shaking as her pussy flexed and squeezed. Milk sprayed the floor between her legs as the breast drained.

Suzy felt Jen clenching down on her thick shaft. Jen’s unexpected spasms pushed her to the edge. She pulled out just in time for heat to erupt from her cock, spraying a spectacular arch of white goo.

“Why do you pull out?” Jen asked as she regained control.

“Isn’t it obvious? I don’t want to get you pregnant!” Suzy explained.

“But you’re a girl.” Jen considered. “Do you really think it would work?”

“Well, I was worried about that the first time we made love and managed to pull out in time.” Suzy answered. “I asked my parents about it to find out for sure”

“You asked your parents?” Jen gasped.

“Yea. It was a really weird conversation.” Suzy laughed. “The way they spoke. It’s like I’ve been this way my whole life. Mom even gave me some condoms.”

“So you asked your parents about your dick?” Jen asked again, still amazed at the lack of discourse.

“My parent’s haven’t ever tried to keep sex a secret from me, if I ever had a question they would have an answer. I suppose most families aren’t like that.” Suzy shrugged. “It’s unfortunate, to make kids feel ashamed of something so natural.”

“So, what did they say about it?” Jen asked.

“Well, according to my doctor, who also seems to know about it, everything is fully functional.” Suzy explained. “I could actually become someone’s dad.”

“Does that mean you could get yourself pregnant?” Jen asked.

“I asked about that too.” Suzy explained. “The doctor says no, something about my sperm and eggs rejecting each other. Could you imagine though?”

“Maybe you should wear one of those condoms next time we do this.” Jen suggested as she wiped milk from her chest and crotch.

“Sorry, it’s not a habit I’m used to yet.” Suzy laughed.

With a few minutes until the bell, the two of them dressed and quietly vacated the bathroom. Jen had plenty of time to get used to walking with the breast in her pussy, but was still panicking about spending the rest of her life with it.

She turned to Suzy. “I really need your help. Not just with you know what. I still need positive changes and things aren’t going well.”

“Alright, try not to do any more damage during your next class and we’ll see about getting you fixed up at lunch.” Suzy offered.

Jen thanked her just as the bell rang. The two of them left for their respective classes, planning to meet up again in the cafeteria. Upon entering her next class, Jen noticed group of boys sitting in the back. They frequently laughed amongst themselves. She had a moment of self consciousness, imagining that they were laughing at her bulging crotch or the extra boobs. In her sense of panic, she thought she heard one of them stay something about nipples. None of them were looking at her, so she guessed that it must have been in her head. She sat down near the front and tried not to think about it as more students filtered in. She had nothing to worry about. She was normal. Just like Ali or Suzy.

Mid-way through class she felt something hit her shoulder and heard the boys snickering in the back. She brushed off a spit ball, turned towards them and mouthed “stop it.” They didn’t. Another spit ball hit her arm a minute later. This time she saw who did it, or at least who had the straw. Feeling disgusted, she raised her hand to tattle.

“Yes Jennifer?” Mr. Meyer asked.

She pointed towards one of the boys. “He keeps hitting me with spitballs.”

“Billy is that true?” Mr. Meyer asked.

“No sir, she made it up.” Billy lied.

Just then, Alex, one of her classmates, spoke up. “He did sir, I saw it too.”

“Billy, see me after class.” Mr. Meyer insisted.

“Serves you right!” Jen remarked.

She immediately regretted her comment. After the change, all that was left of her upper breasts were four nipples on a flat torso. She felt her lowest nipple hardening against underwear while the breast swelled. With only a few minutes of class left, she asked to use the restroom.

“Class will be out soon, can it wait?” Mr. Meyer asked.

“Sorry, I really need to go.” Jen replied.

It was embarrassing to ask in front of the other students, but what choice did she have?

“Well, you are ahead on your work.” He shrugged. “I suppose it’s alright.”

Jen gathered her books and left for the nearest restroom. Class technically wasn’t out yet, but she knew she would need to hurry. The moment the bell rang, other students would head that way. She entered the bathroom and pulled off her top.

“There’s nothing left.” She said, holding back tears.

Her chest was completely flat now. The only evidence of breast left were her perky nipples. An enormous D cup breast pressed hard against her underwear and skirt. She was aroused, but not so much that she couldn’t ignore it. She must not have hurt Billy’s feelings too badly. Not that he didn’t deserved it anyway. She stuffed her useless bra into her backpack and put back on her shirt.

The bell would ring any minute. Hoping for just enough time to check her crotch, she quickly pulled down her skirt to see the damage. Her undies were pushed so far forward that the two folds designed to let boys pee without pulling them off were almost forced open. Her semi-hard nipple was visible through a damp spot in the cotton. Seeing this made her libido spike, but she managed to ignore the dirty thoughts. After shifting the mass to a more comfortable position in the supportive fabric, she pulled back on her skirt.

The bell rang as she adjusted the waistband. Time was up. Within minutes, other students would filter in and she didn’t want to be there when that happened. She double checked her appearance in the mirror, then grabbed her bag and left to find Suzy.

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Chapter 20

Getting Help

Walking slightly bowlegged from the fleshy protrusion, she entered the cafeteria and scanned the crowd. Suzy must have spotted her first. She was already moving closer with a look of concern. Jen tried to ignore Suzy’s obvious bulge as she moved through the crowd. It was difficult. Suzy was bigger than most guys she had seen and it really didn’t help that she was wearing shorts meant for empty groins.

“Jen, what did you do?” Suzy started.

“Some asshole was hitting me with spitballs.” Jen replied. “This wasn’t my fault.”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do, huh?” Suzy said, looking down at her bulge. “Wow, I think you might be bigger than me now!”

“Shut up! Just help me fix this.” Jen complained, clearly not in the mood for humor.

“Okay… So you just need to make someone happy, right?” She glanced around the room then spotted Alex standing with some friends. “Hey Alex! Come over here for a sec!”

“Why’d you call Alex over?” Jen asked.

Suzy grinned. “Didn’t you notice her new haircut?”

Jen got the hint. As soon as Alex appeared she said, “Alex, you’re hair looks really cute!”

“Ah thanks Jen. It’s just something new I’m trying.” She replied with a wide smile.

Jen felt the changes and couldn’t help smiling back.

Unlike Alex, Suzy wasn’t oblivious to the change. “Awesome! It worked.”

“What worked?” Alex asked.

“Nothing… Sorry…” Suzy pushed Alex back towards her friends “That’s all we needed. Go back and do whatever you were doing.”

“Uh.. Okay…” Alex stuttered, as Suzy forced her away.

“Let’s eat something. I’ll keep an eye out for another opportunity.” Suzy suggested.

“Thanks.” Jen replied, glad to walk with a little less mass between her legs.

“Think nothing of it. I prefer you with a bigger chest anyway.” Suzy smirked.

They sat together at a table in the corner. Jen was halfway through her sandwich when some boys walked by and said, “What a bunch of freaks!”

She recognized them as freshmen who hung out with Kyle. No doubt he had put them up to it. She turned, ready to shoot profanity, but Suzy was too quick. She grabbed Jen’s head and pulled her tight against her tripped bosom.

“I’d rather be a freak than a pimply nerd!” Suzy taunted.

Suzy released Jen from the partial choke hold after they left.

“Ordinarily I might clock you, but I really appreciate that.” Jen said, catching her breath.

“Think nothing of it!” Suzy smiled.

As they finished their lunch, Brian walked by. He didn’t say anything but Jen caught his eye. When he noticed, he blushed and looked away. She would need to talk to him at some point, but it was probably best to wait until after the curse ended.

Suzy grabbed her arm. “I’ve got it! … Teachers.”

“Teachers?” Jen asked, surprised at the sudden contact.

“Yea, teachers love it when students validate them. Are there any instructors you can thank for something?” Suzy added.

Jen thought for a moment. “I usually just read the material and figure it out for myself.”

Suzy rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna guess that the curse made you say that.”

Jen actually wasn’t sure whether it had or not. “Ugh… Fine… Maybe Mrs. Simmons? She met me in study hall last week and helped with some math work.”

“You know, that attitude is going to get you in trouble.” Suzy half-joked.

Jen sighed. “Come on, she’s probably in her office.”

The two girls cleared their trays and left the cafeteria. They lucked out and found Mrs. Simmons walking down the hall. Suzy called out.

“Oh, hi girls.” She replied. “What can I do for you?”

Suzy nudged Jen.

“Oh… Uh… I just wanted to say thanks for helping me with my math last week.” Jen said. “That was really nice of you.”

“Think nothing of it dear, I’m glad I could help.” Mrs. Simmons replied, before continuing down the hall.

Moments later, Jen felt her nipples brush against the front of her shirt.

“Another positive change! Thanks so much Suzy.” Jen exclaimed, offering an enthusiastic hug. It felt odd for her now-larger breasts to fit between Suzy’s three.

“I’m here to help!” Suzy chimed just as the bell rang. “You be careful, alright? I’ll see you at practice.”

“Okay… Thanks again.” Jen offered before they parted ways.

By now Jen had lost track of how many times she had changed. Whatever the count, she was back to how she had started that morning. B cups above and below.

Her next few classes went quickly. Fortunately, she didn’t have any negative changes. Unfortunately, she didn’t manage any positive changes either. She tried offering a few compliments to some students and teachers but none of them seemed phased. It bothered her how easy it had worked on some people, and how hard it was for others. Half the teachers she complimented just assumed she was trying to fix a bad grade or was trying to get a deadline extended. Other student seemed to assume she was fishing for compliments or being sarcastic. Suzy must have been a good luck charm.

Most of the time, she got a positive response but nothing that triggered a change. Kyle really threw a wrench into things by requiring genuine happiness, whatever that meant.

After the last of her classes and started towards her locker to drop off some books. Had it been Wednesday she’d be heading for the bus, but today was Monday and that meant swim practice. It seemed so distant during her classes, but now it was time to go change into her swimsuit. Mild panic made her stomach churn.

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Chapter 21

Swim Practice

“How am I going to fit in my suit with this thing in my crotch.” She thought.

Suzy caught up to her on the way to the locker room.

“Suzy, aren’t you worried about fitting into your suit?” Jen asked.

“Not really.” She replied. “Why?”

“That!” Jen said, pointing at the lump in her shorts. “Not to mention your chest. Why haven’t you used the mirror to turn yourself back to normal? I could even help you if you wanted to trade the curse back and forth.”

“Jen. We’re perfectly normal, remember?” Suzy smiled.

“But my pussy breast isn’t…” Jen started.

“Jennifer, Hey! I’m glad I caught you.” Coach Whitney yelled. “I’ve got your new suit here. Sorry you had to use that other one for so long, this should be more comfortable.”

Coach handed Jen a small box.

“Suzy, if you’re interested in a custom suit to better fit your needs, just let me know. All I have to do is get your measurements and file the paperwork.”

Jen had no recollection of asking for a new suit but guessed it was similar to when her mom bought her new underwear earlier in the week. She opened the box. Inside was a regulation swimsuit, but the chest looked a little different. With a grip on the shoulder straps, she let it unfold. The front had been sewn with more fabric to accommodate four breasts. A welcome adjustment.

She half glanced down. “What the hell?”

“Is something wrong?” Coach Whitney asked.

Suzy nudged Jen. “Looks fine to me!”

Jen was speechless.

“Okay then. Hurry and get changed, practice starts in twenty. Oh, and could you leave your old suit by the towel bins? I’ll make sure it gets put away.” Coach said before leaving for her office.

Jen expected extra fabric or a pouch to hold her pussy breast. Instead, the bottom of her new suit had a tear shaped opening. It was made to fit perfectly around her B-cup breast but started high enough to hide her vagina underneath.

“There’s a hole?” Jen said in disbelief.

“Looks like it” Suzy grinned.

“I can’t wear this.” Jen complained.

“Why not?” Suzy laughed.

“Everyone will see the tit between my legs!” Jen continued.

“So?” Suzy asked, seeming to enjoy her discomfort. “You’ve been flashing your bottom row all day. What’s the harm in showing off the other one?”

“Alright, I concede. Let’s head to the locker room. At the very least, I’ll have something to support these during practice.” She gestured towards her upper four breasts.

“Maybe I should ask about a custom suit.” Suzy joked. “I wonder what they’ll do for my penis. Do you think it would get a hole as well?”

Other girls were already changing when they started down the stairs towards the lockers. Aside from a few simple greetings nobody paid them much thought. Jen dropped her old suit by the towel bins while Suzy began to strip. On the way back, she couldn’t help staring at some of the other girls. She was still aroused from earlier and watching them change was turning her on.

Suzy had begun to strip as well. Jen couldn’t help glancing at her flaccid cock. Suzy eventually blocked the view by pulling up her suit. She wrapped the straps over her shoulders, made adjustments to her unusual chest, then turned to Jen and asked how it looked. The three breasts looked unusual under the tight fabric, but weren’t too bad. If someone hadn’t been paying attention they might not have noticed the bump in the middle. Her crotch was a very different story. She was clearly getting aroused, leaving nothing to the imagination as her semi-erect cock pressed against the fabric. Jen continued to stare at her groin, too distracted to offer an immediate response.

“Well?” Suzy pressed.

“Oh…Uh…Kind of hot.” Jen stuttered, still focused on her crotch.

“Aw, thanks sweety.” Suzy smiled. “Your turn. Put on that new suit!”

Jen snapped out of her trance. “Ugh. Do I have to?”

“You’re not going to make me go out there alone are you?” Suzy pleaded.

“Fine” Jen begrudgingly replied as she began to strip.

When nude, she lowered the swimsuit and stepped in. She slid the fabric up her legs until it met her pussy breast. The contact made her shiver. With some minor adjustments it hung through the hole. The fabric still fit snug against her labia and ass. It was surprisingly comfortable. She lifted the straps over her arms and pushed her boobs into place.

After a quick stretch, she turned to Suzy. “This is ridiculous.”

“You look hot.” Suzy mocked.

“Please take this seriously!” Jen replied.

Without asking permission, Suzy called over Alex and asked what she thought of Jen’s new suit. Maybe it was a sort of subtle revenge for when she brought Ali into her room to prove a point.

“Looks good Jen, I’m glad they finally got you something that fits.” Alex offered, just as oblivious now as she had been in the cafeteria.

Suzy waited for Alex to leave before saying, “See? You look fine. You said the curse ends today anyway, may as well enjoy yourself while it lasts.”

“I don’t think enjoy is the right word.” Jen mumbled as she moved towards the exit. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

She didn’t like it, but having Suzy really helped her confidence. The two of them joined the other girls in the natatorium to wait for Coach Whitney. As expected, nobody noticed Jen’s unusual crotch and extra breasts. And yet, she still felt uncomfortable. Something about her overly sensitive breast just hanging in the open air was making her horny.

Suzy noticed her discomfort. “Cheer up Jen, you need to stay positive if you want to change back.”

Suzy was right. Jen knew what she needed to do and glanced around the room. Who could she make happy? Natale was one of the girls in their group. She decided to try and make her happy but didn’t have an opportunity before Coach Whitney arrived. She made everyone line up and with a quick whistle blow, they started taking laps.

Natale was first in line. She jumped off and swam towards the other side. Two more girls followed. Jen waited for her cue. When the whistle blew, she dove in. The breast between her legs was buoyant, but didn’t seem to impede her ability to kick. Her legs rubbed against it, causing her labia to slide along the edges. It felt good, really good.

She made her rounds, feeling gradually more clumsy from building arousal. If she didn’t know any better, her pussy breast had begun to leak. Fortunately, the milk was dissolved by the chlorinated water.

The procession continued for four more laps before coach yelled. “That’s good everyone, take five.”

Jen pulled herself out of the pool. Excess water washed down the her body, dribbling off of her pussy breast. By now, she was certain that it was leaking but didn’t dare check in front of the other girls. Natale was a potential target, but she wanted to see what Suzy thought before taking the chance.

While she waited for her friend to climb out, she glanced around the room. Who else could offer a positive change? When Suzy was out, Jen shifted her focus. Her eyes followed the curves of Suzy’s body, taking in the shape of her strong shoulders, supple breasts and following her toned stomach down until her eyes landed on something unexpected. Her junk was hanging out. It must have come free while she was swimming. It slapped her legs with each step. Jen was both shocked and turned on.

“Hey Jen!” Suzy beamed.

“Suzy! Your…” Jen started.

“My dick?” Suzy answered before she could finish.

“Don’t just blurt it out like that!” Jen snapped. “It’s showing”

“I know. I slid it out a few laps earlier to see if anyone would say anything.” Suzy shrugged. “So far, nobody’s even looked down. Except for you. Pervert.”

Jen felt too horny to argue. She really wanted that cock. Her pussy was wet with something besides pool water and the breast was definitely dripping milk. If the warmth and pressure in her multiplied chest was any indication, her top four were leaking as well. Luckily, they were all hidden by the wet swimsuit. Mostly. She glanced down at her own groin and noticed that the water was no longer masking the white beads trickling from her lowest nipple. Feeling embarrassed, she put a hand over it.

“You’re leaking…” Suzy grinned.

“No shit. I’m still aroused from my last transformation.” Jen shivered. “Swimming really didn’t help.”

“Alright girls, breaks over, get back in your groups.” Coach Whitney yelled.

Suzy raised a hand. “Coach? Jen’s not feeling well. Can I take her to the nurses office?”

“What’s wrong Jen?” Coach Whitney asked.

Thinking fast, she replied, “Something I ate… Not sitting well.”

Coach Whitney turned towards Suzy and said, “Alright, but you hurry back.”

Rather than going to the nurses office, Suzy lead Jen back to the locker room. Her cock was hard before they reached the door and Jen knew what was about to happen.

“Alright Jen, turn around.” Suzy laughed.

Jen didn’t think it was funny, but was too horny to complain. She leaned on one of the benches and pulled the breast-hole down to grant access to her pussy. Suzy’s cock was already exposed and ready to go. Without hesitation, she pushed it in.

Jen moaned involuntarily as she swallowed the throbbing shaft. Her leaking pussy breast was tingling, begging for attention. She moved one hand down and gave it a firm squeeze, sending a jet of milk onto the floor. The pleasurable release made her tense up, something Suzy must have appreciated since Jen could feel her body shivering in turn.

Suzy thrust rhythmically, then bent forward to push a finger into her own pussy. They continued like that for several minutes before Suzy felt the familiar warmth of a male orgasm. She quickly pulled out and, after a few more strokes, sprayed the floor with cum. Her cock began to soften but her body ached for more.

Jen wasn’t finished either. Without a cock in her pussy, she sat down on a bench and began to finger herself through the suit’s breast-hole while still milking the swollen crotch breast with the other hand. It hit unexpectedly. A powerful orgasm that nearly made her fall off the bench.

Through deep breaths, she managed to say, “You probably should have gone back.”

“We should both go back” Suzy suggested, still two fingers deep. “You can just say the nurse gave you an antacid and … you’re feeling better now. Y-…You still need to make someone happy, right?”

Suzy was right. She might not have another opportunity to fix herself if she didn’t head back to the natatorium.

She remembered Natale being a potential candidate and asked, “Suzy, what could I say to Natale to make her happy? Like, genuinely happy.”

Suzy moaned and shivered as an orgasm wracked her body. Jen almost laughed at how her semi-hard penis twitched with the feminine contractions.

“Done now?”

“Sorry…” Suzy breathed. “I was too close to stop.”

“You’re not even cursed!” Jen argued. “There’s no reason for you to be so horny! Uh, anyway, we need to hurry back or they’ll be suspicious.”

“Yea yea.” Suzy waved. “So what about Natale?”

“I just wondered if you knew something I could say to make her happy.” Jen explained.

“Did you know that she really wanted to be head cheerleader but lost the position to you?” Suzy offered.

“She never mentioned it.” Jen considered.

“Of course not, it’s wasn’t really an issue after the fact.” Suzy explained. “I don’t think she’s resentful about it. Either way, it might be good leverage for whatever you decide to say.”

Jen wiped her crotch with a towel. “Thanks Suzy, I think I have something in mind.”

Suzy toweled off as well and used the same towel to wipe up her cum. Following that, they tossed the dirty towels into a laundry bin and left for the natatorium, careful to enter from the door opposite of the locker room so Coach would think they were coming back from the nurses office.

“What took so long?” Coach Whitney asked. “Jen, why are you back?”

“The nurse gave me some antacid and I’m feeling better now.” Jen explained. “I asked Suzy to wait for me.”

“Yep, just had to wait for it to kick in.” Suzy added.

“Alright, go find a group, we’re just about to start another five laps.” Coach said. “Jen, you had better not barf in the pool!”

They quickly joined two different groups. Jen was careful to pick the one with Natale. After finishing their laps, Coach Whitney blew her whistle and told them to take another short break. She then went into her office, likely to take a call or make some notes.

Jen knew she’d have a few minutes and caught up to Natale. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” Natale replied.

“So far so good.” Jen thought, before saying, “I’m thinking about dropping down from head of cheer squad.”

“What? Why?” Natale asked.

“Just personal reasons.” Jen hesitated. “I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to take the position.”

Natale’s eyes went wide. “Really? I mean… Sure… I suppose I can do that. If you can’t find anyone else.”

Natale tried to play it off as nothing, but Jen knew better. Her chest swelled outward another inch, and her crotch breast shrank a cup size. Deciding to get out while she was ahead, she thanked Natale and left to find Suzy.

“Looking good sweety” Suzy said as Jen approached.

“Why are you calling me that?” Jen asked.

“We are lovers after all. Would you rather I said honey? How about babe?” Suzy joked.

“Ugh. Just call me Jen.” She replied. “I think I only need one more positive change. Got any ideas?”

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Chapter 22

Surprise

Before Suzy could respond, Beth came up to them with bucket full of water balloons.

“Here” She said, quickly handing one to each of them.

“When Coach Whitney blows her whistle, we’re all going to chuck these at her.” After that Marcy and Jess are going to bring out a birthday cake.

“Don’t let her see the balloons until she blows the whistle, Okay?”

Before either of them could respond, Beth was already off to deliver more balloons. Jen had completely forgotten about the prank they were planning. She looked around the room and saw that nearly everyone was hiding a balloon behind their back. Jen couldn’t help but panic, there was no telling how their coach might react.

Coach soon emerged from her office. “Alright girls, line up!”

They all obeyed, careful to keep the balloons out of sight.

“This will be the last set today … Ready… Set….”

She blew the whistle.

Like a line of archers, everyone unloaded their payload on the unsuspecting coach. Several of the colorful balloons met their mark. Jen couldn’t believe what happened next. Coach Whitney started laughing and dodging. She was really enjoying herself. As the last balloons flew, Marcy came out from behind the bleachers with a cake, complete with burning candles. Jess followed with plastic cutlery and paper plates.

“Who put you all up to this?” The now-soaked Coach asked.

One of the girls spoke. “It was Marcy’s idea, but everyone helped out.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about being soaked, but I do love cake.” She laughed.

Several girls started singing happy birthday. At some point, Jen’s breasts had returned to normal. She hardly noticed during the celebration. Coach Whitney considered practice done but did ask that a few girls stay behind to clean up the balloon pieces. Most stayed to help, but Jen and a few others went back to the locker room to get changed. Suzy followed.

“Looks like you’re back to your usual self.” She started. “Aside from that extra pair up top.”

“I’d rather have these than a boob sticking out of my crotch.” Jen gave her extra row a squeeze.

“Speaking of which, you might see if they’ll adjust your suit again?” Suzy nodded downward.

Jen nearly screamed when she glanced down. Her vagina was almost normal, except for the nipple clit and taller opening. Even thought the mass had receded into her pussy, the tear shaped opening in her suit left it almost completely exposed. She instinctively reached down to cover it up.

Suzy rolled her eyes. “Jen… You’re in the girls locker room.”

Jen, still embarrassed, lifted her hand off and said, “But I wasn’t a few minutes ago! I can’t believe nobody said anything.”

“Why would they? The suit still covers your pussy … mostly. I mean, if it weren’t so long. Maybe just don’t bend backwards?” Suzy shrugged.

Jen frowned. “I’ll ask if they can fix it.”

“I don’t know.” Suzy licked her lips. “I kind of like it this way.”

Jen noticed that she was hard again. “Oh for goodness sake!”

She ignored the bulge and pulled her phone from her backpack. There was a new message.

Suzy glanced at the screen. “Fred’s came to get you?”

“Yea.” Jen sighed.

“I know you don’t like him very much.” Suzy said. “But please be careful not to say anything you’ll regret. It’s almost over.”

Jen shrugged. “I’m basically back to normal, there really isn’t much he could do to piss me off right now.”

It was nothing more than a tough facade. Inside, she was scared. Worried that she would say something stupid and start a fight. She told Suzy goodbye and left for the parking lot. On the way, she wrapped her shirt around her waist to hide the lewd opening in her suit. She spotted the car and, after a short walk, hopped into the passenger seat. She didn’t offer a greeting as she pulled the door shut.

“How was swim practice?” He asked.

“It was fine.” She mumbled.

“Just fine?” He continued, sensing some stress in her voice.

“We had a surprise birthday party for the coach.” Jen offered.

“That sounds nice.” Fred replied. “How were your classes today?”

He wasn’t very good at small talk. Granted, she wasn’t giving him much to work with. She felt herself on the brink of the cursed verbal filter and really wanted him to stop talking.

“It’s been a long day, I’d rather not talk about it right now.” She said, cursing herself for having such a cold shoulder.

“Oh, alright.” Fred frowned. “Maybe another time.”

The rest of the ride was quiet and, fortunately for Jen, the comment hadn’t hurt his feelings. At least not significantly enough to trigger a change. They made it home shortly after 5:30. The scent of ham and potatoes lingered in the hall. Her sister was watching some cartoon show in the living room while Mom was busy was making supper in the kitchen. Still in her swimsuit but no longer wrapped in the shirt, Jen walked down to the kitchen to see if it was almost ready.

“I’m back.” Jen offered. “What’s for supper?”

“Welcome home.” Mom replied. “I started a ham a little while ago. Should be ready by six. How was practice?”

“Good. We threw a party for Coach Whitney.” Jen explained. “It was her birthday today.”

“That’s nice. I see they finally replaced your suit. Why did they put a hole down there?” Mom gestured.

“Is it inappropriate?” Jen hesitated, curious to see if the curse was still protecting her.

Mom assumed she was referring to what had happened that morning and said. “Inappropriate? Don’t start that again. I suppose it does look a bit tight around your chest.”

“Yea, they must have made a mistake on my measurements. I’ll ask them about it tomorrow.” Jen replied, not wanting to push the issue.

Even without a breast hanging out, the raised labia and mound didn’t seem to phase anyone.

“Hopefully they didn’t mess up your new top as well.” Mom shrugged.

“New top?” Jen echoed.

“Yea, your cheer leading uniform needs a new top. Please don’t forget to take your old one back to school.” Mom continued. “I think I saw it on the dryer.”

“Uh… Sure.” Jen replied. “I traded my other suit today, though I’m having second thoughts since they messed this one up.”

“I’m sure we’ll get it sorted out.” Mom said. “Now go get changed.”

Jen nodded and left for her room. After a short trip down the hall, she stepped inside and pulled her door shut. She looked herself over in the full length mirror. The fabric of her new swim suit was tailored to fit four breasts, though not quite as large as what she had now. She slipped off the shoulder straps an let the top fall forward.

She hadn’t realized how tight it really was until her breasts were free. After a few deep breaths, she kicked off her shoes and socks, then slipped out of the suit. Her body was still a little damp and she opted to take a quick shower to rinse away the smell of chlorine.

Before starting the shower, she sat on the toilet to relieve herself. It was nice to piss without having to hold up a breast. She flushed, started the water and stepped in when the temperature felt right. After half a minute under the stream she stepped out and toweled off. She loved the feeling of her D cup breasts, though was more indifferent about the extra set that hung just below. She hoped that she might learn to love them too. After all, they were permanent now.

Well, technically it wouldn’t be over until 7am the next day. That was about the time Kyle had called last week. While another positive transformation might shrink her additions but she had no idea who could help her. Mom wouldn’t let her leave that late on a school night. Plus, she was grounded. Any sort of confrontation would be a step backwards. She may as well accept this as it was. All things considered, it could have been worse. Much worse.

“Jen, supper’s ready.” Mom hollered.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” Jen replied.

She got dressed and went to meet her family at the dining room table. She was careful not to say much while they ate. The ordeal was over so long as she didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. Fortunately for her, she was in a great mood. The curse kept her verbal filter dialed to bitchy, but really couldn’t do much if she had nothing bad to say.

She finished quickly, thanked Mom and excused herself. “I’m gonna work on some homework, then head to bed. You probably won’t see me again tonight.”

“Oh. Okay honey. Have a good night.” Mom replied, a little surprised that she was turning in so early.

“See you tomorrow.” Fred added.

“Good night Sis!” Ali followed.

Jen smiled and left the room, content to spend the next few hours with her door locked. She wasn’t tired, but was determined to stay put. While she waited, she pulled some of her strapless bras out and tested to see if she could do anything about her lower pair. It felt odd to only have the top two hoisted up. She had at least two pairs that did a decent job lifting her second row. Since this was part of her life now, she wondered if she could convince her mom to take her to a tailor to get a few custom bras made.

Her sister should probably come with them, though Ali never showed any interest in wearing bras outside of testing them out on that first day. Maybe since she hardly needed them before the curse, things just sort of stayed that way after? Ali only had a dresser full of trainers anyway. Regardless of the situation, Jen was sure they could get a local tailor to stitch together some bras for them.

While thinking about her bra-related needs, she thought about Suzy, who would have a similar issue with her multiplied chest. Those three breasts then reminded her of the other change. Her best friend now had a penis. It was a big one too. As she thought about the last couple times they fucked, she became aroused.

With literally nothing else to do, she decided to masturbate. At first she just massaged her naked breasts, but soon had a finger between the tender lips below. When things started to pick up, she found the baby oil she had stashed away and rubbed some onto her chest. The D cups were a lot more fun than the smaller endowments she had been dealing with for the past week. Each nipple tingled with pleasure and it wasn’t long before they were all lactating.

She felt a similar sensation just below her hood and pealed back her labia to find that her clit nipple was still producing milk. It was strange, but she was glad to still have the ability to lactate down there, even though it had receded behind her labia. The excess moisture made perfect lubricant as she dedicated a hand to the erogenous zone. She was happy to find that her pussy breast was just as sensitive now as it was when it hung outside. With a gentle pinch, milk sprayed out. Her body trembled from a micro-orgasm. She hoped to never get used to that feeling.

Another thirty minutes and two orgasms came to pass before she had to stop. It was as fun as it was exhausting. She went to take another shower, this time to remove more than chlorine. Her breasts gradually stopped leaking. Though, even after finishing her shower, the lowest nipple was still producing. Her now-closed pussy drooled the pearly white fluid, forcing her to wait on the edge of the tub. She would occasionally flex her muscles to expedite the process.

When it finally stopped, she dried off and left to find her night gown. The curse was technically still active. At least until the next morning. With nobody around to trigger a change, positive or negative, she felt safe. She also felt exhausted and inevitably fell asleep.

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Epilogue

It’s Over

The early summer sun peaked over the horizon, lighting up her room through the blinds. Jen was content to ignore the light and snuggled deeper into the sheets. Unfortunately for her, it was Tuesday. That meant school and her attempt to fall back asleep was interrupted by an alarm.

It was 6:15, time to gather her books and get dressed. She felt top heavy as she pushed herself out of bed and removed the nightgown. She was as normal as the curse would allow and determined to keep it that way. She knew Kyle hadn’t called until about 7am and, just to be safe, planned to wait in her room until the time had passed.

Today she decided to wear a plain pink bra and a pink shirt with long sleeves that ended midway up her forearms. Even before gaining an extra pair of breasts, her large chest had prevented it from reaching her waist. As such, she showed a little belly, though the shirt was long enough to cover all four bumps.

She pulled on some panties then found the skinny jeans she couldn’t fit into a few days prior. She pulled them on but still had a little trouble closing them over the slightly raised mound. Even so, she managed to get them buttoned. After a few stretches she deemed them worthy, even thought she could see how much larger her mound had become just from looking down at the taught fabric. Without much else to do, she sat on the edge of her bed and checked her phone for new messages while occasionally glancing at the time.

With only a few minutes to go, she heard the distinctive sound of the phone ringing at the end of the hall. There was no way in hell she’d pick that up this time. Unfortunately, Martha wasn’t there on Tuesdays. More than likely, Mom or Ali would pick it up.

She heard Mom yell. “Can someone get that?”

“Not me” She thought as the ringing stopped.

Moments later, Ali yelled. “Jen, it’s for you!”

“Tell them I’m not here!” Jen hollered back.

“He says it’s important.” Ali insisted.

For all Jen knew, it might have been Brian who was calling. She cautiously opened her door and walked to her sister, who was still holding the phone.

“Hello?” She cautiously answered.

“Hi Jen!”

It was Kyle after all. He probably hoped to trigger one more negative change before her time was up.

“What do you want?” Jen mumbled.

“Just thought I’d check in on you.” He taunted. “Your curse should end any minute now. You used to be so ordinary, I sure hope you didn’t end up with a giant boob down there.”

“No Kyle, I beat your curse. I’m perfectly fine.” She said before hanging up the phone.

It was a satisfying feeling. Likely the closest thing to revenge she could have mustered. On the way back to her room, she felt something change. Not her breasts, or her crotch. She simply felt different. It was over. Her body wasn’t exactly normal, but the curse no longer had control over what she said, nor could it make her pussy breast grow if she made someone feel bad. She was free. Not long after, she and Ali left for the bus. Suzy approached them as the bus pulled up and the they all climbed on and found places to sit.

“It’s all over, right?” Suzy hesitated. “You’re stuck with the extra boobs though?”

“Yep, I did that when I tried to undo the curse.” Jen sighed. “It’s okay, they’re kind of fun. As long as nobody thinks anything is out of the ordinary, I’ve really got nothing to worry about. Oh, speaking of the curse. Suzy, you can still undo your changes.”

“With the mirror trick?” Suzy asked. “I suppose I could, but I kind of like what you gave me. I really like standing when I pee. Plus it’s a lot of fun to play with.”

She reached down to wiggle her genitals through the thin shorts. It was clear that she had once again foregone wearing underwear, though her panties wouldn’t have done much good anyway.

“Suite yourself.” Jen blushed. “By the way, I might have some new underwear for you.”

“New underwear?” Suzy echoed. “Why would you have underwear for me?”

“A few days into my curse, Mom gave me some boys undies.” Jen explained. “She thought I needed extra support down there.”

“Is that one totally gone now?” Suzy asked, gesturing towards Jen’s crotch.

“No, not totally.” Jen replied. “Just smaller. Too small for those undies anyway. I think you might be able to use them though. Unless you do decide to use the mirror trick after all.”

“Nah.” Suzy started. “I actually have something else in mind.”

“Oh?” Jen replied, noting the mischievous look in her eye. “Just don’t use it on me. Once is more than enough.”

“Don’t worry Jen, I won’t.” Suzy laughed as the bus pulled up to the school.

“Wait here.” She commanded after the two of them stepped out onto the sidewalk. She searched through the students entering the building then spotted her target. “Aha! Hey Kyle! Come over here!”

Jen couldn’t believe it. Of all the people in the school, he was the last person she wanted anywhere near her.

Suzy noticed her expression. “Don’t worry Jen, you’re gonna enjoy this.”

Kyle stopped in front of the two girls, turned to Jen and said, “You really filled out huh?”

Jen didn’t reply. In fact, she could hardly move. It seemed the curse wasn’t going to let her kick his ass, even now that the seven days were up.

“Kyle, I’ve got a question for you.” Suzy started.

“Oh, what’s that?” He smirked.

Suzy grinned. “Transform or Dare?”