As Jennifer jiggled her way back to her History class, the bell rang. Soon, the hall was filled with the hustle and bustle of the Lunch rush. Arms and hands and luscious breasts shoved their way past Jennifer, whose own outrageous endowments took the brunt of the jostling. Though she didn't mind, a wave of ecstasy and glimpses of breasts brushing together sent wild thoughts through her mind. She decided to follow the stream to the Cafeteria and find her friends.
Thankfully, it didn't take long to find their usual table. Most of the cheerleaders sat in the same area, usually not wishing to mingle with the "inferior" plebs that made up the average high school student. Although thanks to the effects of the curse, their standards were significantly lowered. Their revealing clothing and sensual movements were a testament to that.
Jennifer sat next to Anya, her long-time partner in crime. She had distracted Kyle while Jennifer had snuck up behind him and pansted him in front of the school, and had her camera phone ready for the instagram shaming that was to follow.
As Jennifer sat down with her food, she was careful not to knock anything over with her bazongas. Something which was hard, as every time she turned to respond to Anya her boobs pivoted over her lunch tray. As they continued talking, Jennifer felt more flustered as their conversation turned to juicier topics. All of the girls at the school were experiencing similar changes to Jennifer, and Anya was no exception. Before the curse, you wouldn't know that she was a cheerleader without her uniform. She dressed modestly, but not out of shame or any attempt to hide her assets. She dressed more for utility. Though her assets weren't quite as accented as many on the cheer squad, she knew how to work what she had. That's why she was a natural fit on the cheer squad.
Today however, her usual B-cup bosom was sitting at an ample DD. Modesty was out the window, as could be judged by the G-string peeking out over her too-short jeans. And as they conversed, Jennifer drank in every detail like wine and became intoxicated.
"I couldn't believe my Math teacher wouldn't excuse me and Dave! Can you believe him? Like it's not the 1950's old timer! Jennifer? Are you listening?" Jennifer started, as she had not been listening to anything other than Anya's body language. Body language which Jennifer interpreted as a need to fuck. Badly.
"I'm so sorry Annie, I'm just a little...distracted is all. I didn't know you had such a cute tattoo near your butt!" A smile spread to Anya's lips, "That's not the only one, wanna see a little more? My house isn't far from here, and I know everyone's at work right now." Jennifer meekly nodded, as they got up and they made their way to the door. Lunch was an hour, and they had an open campus so students could go seek the fast food they so often craved.
In Jennifer and Anya's case, they definitely got some "fast food." As soon as they made it to Anya's house and locked the back kitchen door, they became practically magnetically attracted. Their faces and breasts pressing passionately against one another. The scene became a mess of breasts and asses and juices, as Jennifer and Anya laid on the floor, gently gnawing into each-others mounds. Jennifer suddenly got a mouth-full of salty fluid, which only inspired her to dig deeper with her nose. Meanwhile Anya had practically taken a shower from Jennifer's dripping cunt.
As they climaxed and lay panting on the floor, a third person suddenly cleared their throat. Aroused and alarmed, they looked up to see...