“Dare!” Jen said quickly.
“Oh”. Kyle said sounding disappointed. “I was hoping you’d choose ‘transform’ so I could give you massive breasts. Or you’d take too long and I’d get to try out ‘both’ and—“
“Just get this over with” said Jen loosing her patience.
“Alright. Alright. I can still make this work just give me a minute.”
Kyle was silent for a long time and Jen considered hanging up, but Kyle eventually came back on.
“Okay, I’ve got it.” Kyle responded. “You’ve been on the internet? You know the “mega milk” girl?”
Jens heart stops.
“The one with massive boobs and the shirt that says “mega milk” across her breasts?”
“So you do know her...” Kyle said. “Right. I DARE you to turn into her. And you’ll have a bunch of other “mega milk” shirts in your closet to pass around and give other people massive boobs. If you don’t give other people the shirts your own breasts will grow none stop. If you do give other people the shirts, the breast growth will be stopped temporarily. But you still have to pass out more shirts other wise the growth will continue. Also the shirts can’t rip and can stretch very far. Got all that?”
Jen went through Kyle’s words again in her head. Then realized something.
“That’s cheating!” Jen said. “Your using a DARE to TRANSFORM someone!!!”
“Too late now my beautiful big breasted friend.” Then Kyle hung up.
Honestly Jen really hates Kyle sometimes. As she hung up the phone she looks down and saw she was now wearing a white t- shirt with blue short sleeves that said “Mega Milk” on the front in black letters.
Jen was surprised at how fast the curse acted.
Then she suddenly felt a large pressure in her chest building up.
Jen rushes upstairs to her room to watch the changes in the mirror.
Her body got taller, and skinnier. More toned. Her skin tanned slightly and her hair grew long and turns black.
Her hips increased in size to match her new more mature body. But Jen knew what was coming next.
Her chest aches as the change starts. Her breasts grow bigger and bigger. They strain the thin white fabric to its limits. Much to Jen’s embracement, her bust increase broke her black bra at the front making it fall to the ground.
Her chest kept growing and Jen let out a moan as the tight fabric squeezed her chest, the words “mega milk” getting bigger and bigger, till they eventually stopped growing.
Finally Jen let out a sigh and rubbed her shoulders.
It was definitely going to be taxing on her back to hall them everywhere without a bra.
Still though.
Jen looks in the mirror grinning madly giving her new F cup breasts a good squeeze. Letting the pleasurable sensation flow throughout her body.
Things would work out okay if she remembered her mission.
To give everyone a rack as big as hers.
Jen opened her closet and found row upon row of “mega milk” shirts. There must have been thousands.
Jen grinned again.