"You're joking right?" Jen asked. "The curse isn't real. You're just trying to make me miss the bus."
"Oh, it's real all right," Kyle said. "Though, making you miss the bus is an added bonus."
"Well, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction." Jen went to hang up the phone and found she couldn't. Her finger just wouldn't press the "end call" button.
"By the way," Kyle said, a sinister note in his voice, "your minute is up."
Jen gulped. She knew what this meant, she hadn't chosen an option, so she'd get both. The thought terrified her as she wondered what Kyle would do to her.
"You get both," Kyle confirmed.
"So what do you have planned, dweeb?" Jen asked, trying to sound tough and confident.
"It's simple. I'm a boob man and think that women having two breasts is so, so," he paused, trying to find the right word, "ordinary. Why have two when four or six is much more exotic. Hell, even three or five is kinda neat, though they lack the symetry of even numbered boobs. So, let's tell you what you've won. First, your transform. You'll roll a six-sided die that you'll find on your desk and tell me what number you've rolled."
Jen glanced at her desk and noticed a six-sided die that she wasn't sure had been there a minute ago. She rolled it. It landed on a 4.
"So, what did you roll?" Kyle asked.
"I, uh, a four," Jen stammered, not wanted to answer.
"Okay, that works. So, you'll grow a new pair of breasts beneath your current ones. Both pairs will grow to D Cups. I'm not a monster so all your current clothes will change to fit. I'm also kinda into breastfeeding so your breasts will also fill with milk. Though, after a week you'll be able to turn milk production on and off at will. However, you will find both act and even the idea of breastfeeding other people to be a major turn on."
Jen felt something rumbling in her chest. Soon, lumps appeared below her breasts and within a few minutes her new breasts had fully formed and her original ones had grown from the C Cups they were to the D Cups the curse was turning them into. She also felt a new weight in her four breasts as a drop of milk dripped from one of them.
"Have they grown in?" Kyle asked, still surprisingly calm and laid-back.
"Yeah," Jen replied, sheepishly. She was already feeling up her new ones.
"Good. Now for your dare. First, you'll go topless for the rest of the day. I want you to show off your new boobs. Don't worry, no one will get upset by your lack of clothes. You won't get in trouble. Second, for the rest of week, you'll ask every female human who talks to you 'Transform or dare' and they will always answer 'transform'. For their transform you will roll the six-sided die, which will always be in your pocket, and they'll grow whatever number of boobs the die says with the same conditions I've given your transform. You know, topless for the rest of the day, all owned clothes changed to fit, D Cup breasts, unless they're already bigger than that, producing milk for the first week, breastfeeding becoming a major turn-on. If someone who hasn't gone through puberty yet gets the transform, it won't affect them right away. Instead, it'll take effect as they go through puberty. And, just so no one can luck out of it, the die will always roll a three through six. Mono-boobs are just two weird for me."
Jen didn't say anything, she couldn't really. She just made a slight whimpering sound.
"I think that's it. Have fun with your new boobs. I can't wait to see how school looks with a ton of multi-boobed women." And with that, Kyle hung up.
Jen loved her breasts and thought they were one of her best features. But having four of them was not what she'd had in mind. Worse, she'd be forced to give other women multiple boobs. She wished she could skip school for the rest of the week, but there was no chance of that. Instead, she'd have to just go about her life and see what happened. A tiny part of her brain was even curious as to what would happen and who would get cursed. Plus, she was already thinking about breastfeeding her boyfriend after school and was starting to get wet doing so.
Finishing getting dressed, or as much as the curse would allow, she grabbed her things and headed for the bus. And, as she left her room, she wondered who the first woman to talk to her would be and how many multi-breasted women there would be by the end of the week? She suspected that it would be more than a handful as it was only Tuesday and Jen was quite well known for being a major social butterfly. Five days of passing on her mutation would probably get rather tiring. As she pulled her door shut, her mind was stuck on the enigma of who would be first.