Jen's mom knew of yhe curse, but didn't know all of the details. So she didn't choose after a minute had passed.
"Fine you get both, for your dare, it will be a few parts. 1, you will listen to me calmly and not freak out. 2, you will transform or dare me back, and dare me to count whole numbers from 1 to 5, once.
For your transformation, I don't know, regain 15 years of your youth back, and maybe have a hereditary hormone problem that causes somewhat heavy pre-pregnancy lactation for the women in our family."
Immediately Jen's mom calmed down and carried out the dare. Once that was all said and done, Jen had the curse back, and now the both of them were lactating. Jen's mom looked way closer to being her older sister than her mother too, having the body of a college student even though she was just a few years off from reaching her forties. She had also given birth to Jen when she was 21, making her look just a few years older than Jen.
"Right, as I was trying to say, don't worry about the curse. The one who did it made sure they were protected and that this could not be removed easily, if even at all. But I managed to find somewhat of a loophole, so it is easily manageable. Plus I do think I can come to like it fairly quickly." Explained Jen.
"Huh. Well I guess if you say so. But now you do realize we have another issue right?" Commented her mother. She was actually extremely happy with her younger body, and her renewed youth had brought alone with ir her prior sex drive. She use to be quite the slut in college. And now with her new hormone imbalance, her lust was even stronger. Squeezing one of her tits, she watched, squealing with delight as one side of her top became soaked in only a matter of seconds.
"Damn, you are already that full?"Jen asked her mother, shock by what she saw, and was starting to feel. All 6 of her boobs were being flooded with breast milk. It was an odd mixture of discomfort and pleasure. By now, her mom had removed her top and was furiously milking herself into the sink. Never ending torrents of milk gushed out from her nipples with every tug, causing her to cry out in pleasure. "Jen, fix this please ahhhhh!"
Quickly, Jen reasked the curse, and after a minute, she attempted to fix it. "I dare you to ask me the curse and make me able to alter things by simply thinking it. For your transformation, you do not lactate heavily enough, or fast enough, to need to be consistently milked. Both of us only need a good milking 2 times a day, one in the morning, and again in the evening."
The building pressure finally settled down for the both of them. "Fuck, Jen. Please be careful. I almost lost it. You know I was a nymphomaniac in college, hell I still am to a lesser extent."
"Yeah, sorry. I had forgotten that bit. But I fixed it, so you should be good still." Jen trotted over to her mother. Even though she didn't have any horse parts, she still moved like one it seemed. Rubbing her nipples as well, she gave a test tug with her lower left tit, but a small trickle of milk came out.
"No worries honey, you are just starting out after all. You will be filling buckets in no time, I promise." You were happy to hear that for some reason. "Now hurry along sweetie, don't miss your bus. Oh and no fucking other students, you still are in high school." Jen's mom called out as she left. Jen just swished her tail at the last comment.
As she trotted outside, her friend Susan was waiting at the bus stop near her house. Jen was actually a lot faster now than before. The moment Susan saw Jen her Jaw dropped. "What the hell Jen?!"
"Fucking hell" whined Jen, realizing that without that bit of the dare, everyone would not be just ok with her new body. Meaning she was going to be explaining it many more times today. Now wanting that, she made a quick change.