As Jen transformed into a bloated woman, nipples dripping milk staining her frock that became more and more a moo moo.
Kyle looked at her and felt himself getting hard down under.
She not only got fat but she became stinky. It would have gagged a skunk.
But Kyle was getting more and more turned on by her.
Kyle was a fool. Or maybe he was genius. He took her out to his fetish group. They would meet every Wednesday and he introduced her to his friends.
Not everyone had the same fetish. But everyone respected everyone elses fetish.
But it had to be something in that curse about her latching on to the most powerful fetish in the room and that fetish was Darin's. Across the room there stood the one guy who never had anyone with him and never met anyone. But that night he began to look at Jen. His vision seemed to blur as Jen began to transform into his dream.
Darin and Jen left the party with little notice from the other participants. Darin had always been a shy wall flower and Jen had transformed into his dream.