Jen stared in disbelief at her 4 mothers in the kitchen. The two without pants and with 3 penises both intrigued and grossed her out. She didn't want to see her mom without pants, let alone with the wrong genitals.
"Jeeze Mum, why'd you have to take your pants off?" Jen covered her eyes with her hands. As she held her arms up, the skin under her armpit, where her bra strap was, started to itch. Jen mentally made a note to get a looser bra, this one must be too tight.
"You never had a problem with it before sweetie. If it bothers you, we'll put our pants back on." One mother turned and spoke to Jen. Her left head spoke the first sentence, and her right head spoke the second sentence.
"Besides, you of all people should really get used to seeing a woman's penii." The other pantsless mother spoke from behind the counter.
"I uh.. I'd just prefer you wear pants. At least for now." Jen sat down opposite the counter from the mother who was eating breakfast.
"You got it sweetie. C'mon, let's grab our stretch pants." "Yeah, I don't know why we even bothered to put on jeans this morning." The two pantsless mothers chatted back and forth to each other as they left the room and headed upstairs to their bedroom.
The mother seated across from Jen leaned over to Jen, and whispered with one mouth, "Confidentially, we might be the same woman, but I must admit I get jealous of them. Sometimes I wish I had grown penii when I changed, instead of staying a true female."
"MUM! Please! There's such a thing as too much information!" Jen wailed and dug into her breakfast cereal, already placed out by the other mother. As she ate, the itching on her sides got worse and quickly intensified. Then with a sudden surge Jen felt as though the itch moved several inches off her skin... but still itched.
While her mothers were busy and distracted, she held her arms up and looked down. Two flesh-colored nubs had sprouted from her torso, and were rapidly growing, having almost reached 3 inches.
Oh... shit. How is that even possible?!? I didn't eat the pill... she did! And it's happening slower than it did to her.
Jen quietly got up and sneakily left the kitchen. She rushed up to her room and slammed the door shut. In the mirror she could see that the nubs had grown out to a length of about 6 inches, and now had a bend about midway along the length.
Think Jen! This shouldn't be happening. Unless that dweeb hid something else in the curse. But I would have had to hear it for it to take effect... I think.
Jen paced back and forth in front of the mirror. The nubs brushed against her arms, and she faintly felt her arms brush against the nubs. Every sway of her arms just made her more aware of the change her body was experiencing.
A knock on the door scared Jen out of her panicked pacing. She looked at herself in the mirror, shocked to see that the nubs were now almost a foot in length. "Just a minute!" she called out.
Jen rushed into her closet and grabbed one of her few shirts that didn't show massive amounts of skin. She slid the shirt on, and with a little pressure, the shirt firmly held both nubs against her side to hide them from a casual inspection.
She walked back over to the door and opened it. One of her mothers stood there, wearing oversized stretch pants that still bulged noticeably at the crotch.
"Are you okay sweetie?"
Jen nodded, relieved she wasn't going to have to keep seeing her mum's new genitalia. "Yeah, just... not feeling very good this morning."
"Oh sweetie... Do you have a fever? Do you need to stay home?" 3 right hands reached up and touched Jen on her forehead, and both temples. Jen swatted away her mum's 3 arms.
"I'll be fine." Jen crossed her arms and shuddered as her concealed rapidly developing limbs made brief contact with her existing arms.
Her mother frowned, crossed her top two pairs of arms, and with the third pair once again reached out and held the back of her hand against Jen's forehead. "You're acting very strange Jennifer. I want to know what's going on, right now. Don't make me get your other mothers involved."
"Ugh! Leave me alone!" Jen turned and rushed over to her bed. She sat down, her arms still crossed and a frown of her own on her face. Her mothers could be really overbearing, and right now she just wanted to be alone. An unusual sensation quickly distracted Jen though. She felt fabric, probably the bedcover... somewhere she had never felt before. She looked down and gasped at the sight of 2 new hands poking out from under her shirt.
Jen's mother also saw the additions. An echoed gasp resounded from her lips. She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed next to Jen. "You know sweetie, we've been waiting a long time for your change to start. It's only natural. You're going to be fine. I'm here for you."
Dumbfounded by what she heard, Jen stared at first her mum's right head, then left head. "You've been... waiting? What? How long?!?"
"Since you were born, of course! It's hereditary. Remember your grandma? Don't worry sweetie, it's a gradual process. I'll call the school and let them know you're out sick." Her mother stood up and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Jen lay on her bed, stunned by what she had just been told, and the implications.