Jen tried to put the strange conversation out of her mind. Listening to the little dwerp rant had almost made her miss the bus. She hastily threw on the rest of her outfit, her cheerleader top clinging slightly tighter to her chest. Jen barely noticed as she rushed through the rest of her morning routine.
She was hopping on one foot, trying to get her other shoe on as she hopped towards the bus, the driver impatiently honking his horn. “I’m coming!” Jen shouted. “Asshole...”
As she muttered under her breath, Jen swore she could hear a strange sound coming from her chest. Each time she hopped, it was as if a slight sloshing sound was coming from her...
No, it couldn’t. Surely it was just her imagination. Jen shrugged it off, finally getting her other shoe on and leaping onto the bus. She ignored she bus driver’s chiding of her tardiness and headed for her preferred seat at the back of the bus. She was disappointed to find it unoccupied.
“Guess Emma is skipping today.” She said, taking her seat alone as the bus drove off. Ah well, she thought. Maybe this would give her a chance to take a quick nap. But as she closed her eyes and tried to relax, she felt a strange sensation. It felt was thought a gentle but persistent warmth was emanating from her breasts. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it felt pleasant. Pleasurable, even. But...did her bra feel even tighter than before?
Jen took a derp breath, trying to calm herself down. “I’m just nervous about cheer practice today”, she told herself. But the feeling persisted, if anything growing slightly but surely stronger as the bus ride wore on. And every time the bus hit a bump in the road or ground to a halt, Jen could her that little sound again, gradually getting louder. That strange sloshing, like thick liquid being tossed around. Almost as if her breasts were...
Jen started breathing more rapidy. The conflicting sensations of panic and pleasure were rolling around in her chest. No way the curse was real, right? No way that brat Kyle had actually done something to her...right?
Just then, the bus drove over a speed bump near the entrance to the school parking lot. It caused her breasts to jiggle, bouncing up and down as the bus passed over. Not only did they feel heavier than usual as they heaved, they felt immensely pleasurable as they did. The sloshing sound was even more pronounced. Jen had to grab her chest to stop the jiggling, but that only made it more worse, as the touch of her warm hands felt even more erotic. Her breasts felt tighter than they had before, and certainly bigger, pulling at her bra. But they also felt...amazing.
Jen breathed in sharpely, her mouth hanging open. Her hands were still on her breasts, and she felt them pulsate gently. The liquid in them shifted slightly, and she felt muscles in her throat begin to tense up...
“What the hell are you doing, young lady?” The harsh voice broke Jen from her haze. She opened her eyes to see the bus driver staring at her. The rest of the bus was empty.
“S-sorry...” she muttered, quickly gathering her things and rushing off the bus, all while the driver stared at her with a mix of what Jen took to be equal parts disgust and lust. To her dismay, every step she took caused her now highly sensitive breasts to slosh and jiggle, sending waves of pleasure across her chest and up her neck, culminating in a sharp but pleasant tingling feeling in her mouth. And as Jen rushed toward the main hallmas the bell rang, she felt her breasts get heavier and feel fuller with every step...