Jen labored her way through the rest of the day, thankfully free of lies. As she rounded the corner, she saw Kyle leaning on the greenhouse wall, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Hey, Jenny, how's it hanging?" he asked, stressing the final word of his question.
"I can't handle this anymore! I'm in such pain! I can hardly walk, and I can hardly lift them!" Jen sobbed.
"Is that so?"
"Y-yes! Please help me!"
"Well, I'm afraid there isn't much I could do, not without… a favor," the skinny nerd said, realizing the possibilities.
"I-I'll do anything!"
"Then, well, let me feel them."
Jen blushed, realizing the quandary she was in. Kyle approached, Jen lifted them up with ease, despite their great weight, completely covering her face. Kyle paused.
"Didn't you say you could hardly handle them?"
"Y-yes, I, oof," she grunted, dropping them to her torso, "did say that. But they are quite heavy! T-they're hurting my back!" Jen said, her nervousness growing.
"You're trying to trick me, to get me to remove this curse, aren't you?" Kyle said, taken aback. No longer was his face full of desire, now only anger remained.
"Y-yes, I was trying to trick you! I hate you! Look at what you've turned me into, with your sick little curse! Transform or dare!" Jen cried out.
"Dare." Kyle said, matter-of-factly.
"I d-dare you t-to change the curse!" Jen paused, realizing in her hysteria she'd said the wrong thing. "N-no I mean-"
"What you meant does not matter, now, Jen, you've made your dare. Now I shall change your curse. Your breasts shall still grow one cup per lie, though now, something else will change. Your neck muscles, that is. You'll be stuck looking down, so you can, as you told me, 'look at what you've turned me into,'" he said, slyly. Jen was horrified. "You won't be able to look up, or around, as your chin will be connected to your chest. You'll only be able to look at that wonderfully huge chest of yours. You'll also find that any bra you wear will push them up, mere inches from your face. Hell, maybe into it if you get large enough. Take a long look around, Jennifer, since soon enough, all you'll be able to see is your breasts."
With that, Kyle smirked. Jen began to sob profusely as her neck craned down. Soon her vision was filled only by her expansive breasts. She tried to force them apart, only to find herself now wearing a quite supportive bra or two, limiting her movement. She tried to pull her head up with her hands, to no avail, as her chin was now resting fused to her chest. Kyle could see tears running down her expansive breasts, as she was left fumbling, no way to tell what was in front of her.
"Don't try to trick me again," Kyle said, turning around, leaving the poor girl to her own devices.
Jen sobbed and sobbed, feeling the tears drip down onto her chest, all hope drained. "This is the worst thing that could have happened to me," she wept, desperation coming over her. As she slowly calmed down, she decided she needed to sit down before doing anything else. As she sat down, she felt her massive breasts fill her entire lap, and then some. Truly, they were so large now, that her face was now being pressed into her soft breasts, sending her further into despair. Her crying was interrupted by someone tapping her shoulder, and her friend Sarah's voice. "Jen, are you alright?"