Jennifer took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm her rising panic. She kept telling herself that she was just freaked out from the phone call, and that it was all in her head. But if the growing wetness between her legs wasn't enough to convince her that the curse was real, the dampness that was starting to form between her ass cheeks was.
Curious, Jen reached around and stuck two fingers into her butt. She felt the fluid slowly starting to come out of her rectum, and after a couple of seconds pulled her hand away to see for herself. Rubbing it between her fingers, she couldn't help but notice that the liquid was very similar to the cum that was starting to drip down her leg. What the fuck was going on?
"Jennifer!" her mom shouted from downstairs, "Breakfast! Hurry up or you'll be late for school!"
"Coming!" Jen shouted back, spittle starting to form around her lips. She tried again to swallow, but found that yet again she was unable to, even though she could feel her mouth continuing to fill with saliva. This could become a problem.
After a bit of searching, she finally managed to find her cheerleader top and a pair of panties. She pulled the top over her head, but as she started to put on her panties she remembered her current predicament. She ran down the hall to the bathroom and grabbed a handful of toilet paper, doing her best to wipe up the fluid gathering around her groin and backside. When she was mostly dry, she proceeded to put her panties on, hoping that they wouldn't get too wet before she could figure out how to fix this. Unsure of what else to do at the moment, she made her way downstairs, meeting her exasperated mother in the kitchen.
"Sorry I-" Jen started to say, but the moment she opened her mouth, a large trail of drool slipped out of her mouth. She wiped her mouth with her arm, her face red with embarrassment.
"It's fine, sweetie," her mom said, "But you better sit down. You look hungry, and we wouldn't want you to miss your bus."
Jen sat down at her usual spot, seeing a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast in front of her. Her mom was right about one thing: she was hungry. She picked up her fork and scooped up some of the eggs, putting them in her mouth. But once they were in there, Jen realized something was wrong.
For some reason, her mouth wouldn't work right. She tried to move her jaw, but ended up finding it practically impossible to chew the soft pieces egg currently sitting in her mouth. And even if she was able to, she realized that she still couldn't swallow. In desperation, she tried tipping her head backwards and letting the smaller pieces fall down her throat, but that didn't seem to work either.
"Jennifer, what are you doing?" her mom said in shock, coming to the table with a plate of her own.
Jen quickly leaned forward, opening her mouth to let the eggs, now coated in a large amount of saliva, pour out of her mouth and back onto her plate before responding with, "I... I was trying to eat, and..."
Her mom frowned with pity, and set down her plate to hug Jen, "Oh sweetie, I know you want to be normal, but you know you shouldn't be trying to feed yourself like that."
"N-Normal?" Jen stammered, before wiping away the drool and egg bits still on her chin, "But I was able to eat just fine yesterday!"
"What are you talking about?" her mother asked with a worried look on her face, "You've always needed help eating. Are you feeling okay?"
Jen was about to argue some more, but then remembered one of the things Kyle said: 'no one would find it weird'. Did that mean everyone else thought she was always like this?
"I... I don't think so," Jen said truthfully.
Her mom put a hand on her forehead, "Well, you don't feel like you have a fever... maybe you'll feel better once you've eaten something. Here, let me take that."
Her mom took the fork from Jennifer, then set it down on the table and picked up a clump of eggs with her hand, "Now open wide and I'll start feeding you breakfast. With any luck, we should be able to finish before your bus shows up."