Jennifer’s eyes glazed over and went lazy as her body underwent its transformation. She folded her arms and tucked her hands underneath as she started leaning forward. A warmth enveloped her chest as her breasts stretched against her top, swelling and swelling until it looked like she’d stuffed a pair of squishy watermelons inside. Her fat nipples stood erected, tenting the fabric of her strained shirt.
“Buhh… bu-caaawww…,” she droned sleepily as her thighs began to swell, “Buck buck chicken butt… buck bu-caaawww…”
Fatter and fatter her hips and buttocks swelled, pushing her skirt up and away and turning her strained panties into more of a thong. They swelled and swelled as she bent her knees at almost a ninety degree angle. Her posture leaned forward more and more as her backside bloated further and further, jiggling and wiggling as they grew. On her right cheek, a brand was starting to form, a dark brown circle proclaiming “I’m Jiggly Jenny! Grade-A Bird Brain! Just ask me to cluck and please rub my butt!”
Jenny shook her head awake, making her blonde hair fluff up like chicken-y plumage. Her brain felt stuffed with downy pillow feathers, and not much else. Jennifer Smith had been tucked away in a distant, unreachable corner of her subconscious. There was only Jiggly Jenny now.
“Bawk! Happy Birthday! Bawk-bawk!” Jenny split into a wide smile and began to strut around her bedroom, looking around, listening to the clapping of her gigantic jiggling booty. “Buck-bu-caw! Where am I? Bawk! My room?” Jenny’s arms refused to leave their facsimile of a winged shape and kept bouncing up and down. The forceful motions of each limb caused her bust to undulate wildly. Her breasts jiggled and bounced up and down as she bent forward, strutting around and getting a grip of her surroundings.
“Jenny! Jenny come down,” she heard someone calling. Her head snapped as quickly as a chicken’s head would in the direction of the call. Her head cocked in confusion.
“Bawk!” she called back, “How do you bawk know my name? Bawk!”
“I’m your mother!” the voice called back, “Jennifer get down here this instant or you’ll be late for school!”
“Buck bu-caw! Coming!” Jenny answered as she waddled and strutted out of her room. Her titanic tuchus wound up wedged in the doorframe, halting the bird brain in her tracks. She squawked in surprise at the feeling of her ass skin rubbing against the frame as she pulled against it. With a mighty tug, she squeezed through and practically fell down the stairs from the inertia. She landed face first at the bottom into her huge, heaving chest, feet flailing in the air trying to right her unwieldy form. After a minute of struggle she finally stood back up, still leaning forward with her enormous rump high in the air, where her skirt offered no protection.
A woman Jenny’d never seen but was apparently her mother dashed over to her. This was Wendoline Smith She was like an older Jennifer, at least 20 years older, and her physique was decidedly normal for someone her age, especially compared to what her daughter has transformed into.
“Jennifer are you oka-“ she began before she saw the massively transformed teenage girl before her. Her mouth was agape, words failing to form as she stared at her. Jenny stared right back, completely confused by this strange woman. Her face looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember why. Wendoline finally gulped, and asked, “Jenny? What happened to you?”
Jenny’s eyes lit up at that question, a wide silly smile spreading across her face. “Nothing much, Ba-kawk! I'm a big, bouncy chicken,” she gleefully insisted, bouncing around on her feet and making every part of her jiggle and slap together, “ Big bouncy dum-dum chicken, bawk, bawk!”
Wendoline gasped, falling backwards onto the floor, horrified eyes fixed on her oblivious daughter’s face. She almost immediately recognized what was going on. The town curse, Transform or Dare, it was still around, and Jennifer Smith was the latest victim. “No! How?! Why?!” she cried, shuffling backwards into the wall.
“Cuz I’m a big fat chickenbutt, bu-caw!” Jenny answered, unfazed by the woman’s terror, “Ba-kawk, I jiggle and jive, bawk! My bouncy bouncy booty-butt is soft and jiggly! Bawk bawk!” She flapped her arms rapidly and stood on one leg before jumping in the air and rapidly fluttering her legs before she landed in a crouched position once again. Her bottom had inflated enough where it slapped on the ground when she landed, and then clapped a few more times when she stood up straight.
“This can’t be happening,” Wendoline panicked, “This can not be happening! My daughter transformed into some… some feather brained bimbo! What happened, baby? Who did this to you? Can you remember?”
Jenny cocked her head, blinking with confusion. “Buck bu-caw? Remember who? Jenny’s always been a jiggly butt! Bawk bawk bu-caw!” She waddled around, thick thighs rubbing against each other as she turned to show her right flank to her mother. “See? See? This tattoo says so! Buck bu-caw!”
Wendoline went pale as she stared at the brand on her daughter’s right flank. She slid down the wall, collapsing on the ground and pulling out her phone. “Hello? Principal Dawson? Yes, it’s me. Jennifer isn’t going to be able to make it to school today. She’s sick. Wh-what with? Uhh… ch-chicken pox? You heard right, chicken pox. Okay… thank you for understanding. B-bye now.”
“ Bawk bawk, I have a big butt!” Jenny clucked idly, feeling an urge surge through the nerves in her humongous hams, “Ba-kawk, must rub my huge ass!” She tried to reach her rump with her elbows, but no such luck. She noticed a column next to the stairs and an excited thought crossed her mind. She bent forward and began to hump the column from behind. Her crack slid right up the corner of the square column as she worked her hips up and down. “Bawk~“ she gleefully guffawed, smacking her cheeks from side to side. Orgasmic tingles rushed up her spine as she rubbed her rump against it, making her tongue loll out of her smiling lips.
“Jenny, I don’t know how,” Wendoline said, “but I’m going to figure out how to turn you back to normal… somehow… I just… have to call someone I haven’t talked to in a while…”
“Bawk bawk! But I am normal,” Jenny insisted, “I’m Jiggly Jenny! Bawk bawk! I’m a bouncy dum-dum chicken girl with a big, juicy, meaty chicken butt! Bu-caw!”
“No! Listen to me!” the distressed mother clutched the girl’s face, “You are a normal human girl! You are my daughter, and I am going to make sure everything is okay!”
“Bawk! Okay!” Jenny smiled obliviously, arms flapping without a care in the world.