She was interrupted, "Ah, ah ah! Time's up, you get both!" Kyle proclaimed with glee, as a ball of fear grew in the pit of Jennifer's stomach.
"For your transform, your breasts will always grow to fill the piece of clothing they're in, until they're just barely larger than the article of clothing you put on. For example, if you put on a bra, your breasts will adjust until they're barely contained. Oh, and the bigger they are, the hornier you will get. Should you manage to fit a smaller top than your breasts can be contained in, they'll shrink. But the thought won't even enter your mind thanks to my dare."
"You sick fuck! What, is that some fantasy of some sick internet prick that can't score with a real woman?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I chose it at random from a list of fantasy transformations on a popular internet board."
"Before I forget and things get out of control, I better add some sort of limit. If you don't have your top on for more than a few moments, instead of growing you'll begin to dribble milk from your nipples. You won't gush fountains, but it will be noticeable as will the feeling until you put a top back on."
She couldn't tell if he was fucking with her or not. She didn't believe in the curse, but the simple *What if?* thought whispered in the back of her mind, stoking the growing fear in her stomach.
"I still haven't told you about your dare yet, have I? Well, no matter, because the first portion of the dare is that you will forget the terms of your transformation after this call, and my identity. You might remember that you have been cursed, but you will not be able to figure out the terms, or notice anything different about your breasts. Because I'm kind, nobody else will notice anything relating to the curse as out of the ordinary. Have fun at school!" He let out a short bark of laughter before the phone hung up.
The name Jennifer was going to call him died in her throat as she forgot that she had even been talking to anyone.
As she finished packing her bag and leaving, her top felt a little tight. She decided to quickly switch her bra for her mom's slightly larger one. She got her clothes back on and threw her backpack over both shoulders, and headed to school. The tight feeling returned, but she barely noticed it and wrote it off as the straps from a backpack heavy from notebooks. She made it to the bus on time, and left for school as if nothing had happened.