Besides her brain going back to normal, Jennifer’s body had entirely shrunk down to her normal proportions again. Er… almost entirely. She still had a little bit of a bubble butt, nowhere near as ridiculous as her gigantic chicken butt, but it was noticeably bigger than before she got cursed.
“Uh, Mom? What time is it?” Jennifer asked after a moment.
“About 8:30, Jenny,” Wendy explained, “but, uh, you don’t have to worry about school for a while. I called you in sick with chicken pox because… well…”
“That’s right, the curse,” Jenny supposed, “just like that goth lady mentioned, right? What was her deal, anyway?”
“She and I were friends a long time ago,” Wendy explained, “We lost contact after college. It’s something I’d rather not get into right now. Jenny dear? What’s the last thing you remember?”
“All I remember is some wrong number calling, and then I think I blacked out… and the next thing I know you splashed water in my face.”
“Well it’s what Matilda figured out,” Wendy reasoned, “and it worked. To think my Jenny had a fridge for a butt and thought she was a chicken… I’m gonna bring this to the next PTA meeting, just you wait!”
“Th-thanks? I guess?” Jenny said, “I’m gonna go change out of my cheer stuff if I don’t need to go to class today.” She went back upstairs to her room right after that, feeling as if nothing had happened.
Of course, when she went to change her pants, she discovered that they felt uncomfortably tight around her butt, and she struggled pulling them off. She checked every other pair she owned and discovered that they were all too tight now! With a groan she dumped all of her jeans into a box and put on a skirt. She grabbed her purse and car keys and headed back downstairs.
“Mom, none of my jeans fit for some reason,” Jenny called down the hall, “I’m headed to the mall to get bigger ones.”
“Okay, stay safe!” Wendy called back, “Love you! I’ll see you after work!”
“Love you, Mom!” the cheerleader replied as she went out the door.
Her drive to the mall was fairly smooth and uneventful. She parked her car and headed inside for some much needed retail therapy. She was starting to forget all about her curse as she walked around her favorite stores and figured out what her new measurements were, and was coming up with all kinds of new outfits along the way.
That’s when she passed by a toy store, and heard the sound of a toy chicken coming from inside. She froze in her tracks, her eyes glazed over, and her knees buckled. She slipped her bags around her arms as she tucked them in a started flapping like a chicken again.
“Brrruuuuck buck buck bu-kaw…” she crowed drowsily as she bent forward at the waist, sticking her rapidly inflating ass high in the air. Her chest felt warm as her breasts swelled back up into a pair of ripe watermelons. Her rump wobbled and clapped as it returned to gargantuan size, like two squishy and meaty pontoons attached to her legs. The tattoo reappeared on Jenny’s left cheek and her eyes lit back up. Her brain was nothing more than a feather pillow now that Jiggly Jenny was back behind the wheel.
“Bawk bawk bawk!” Jenny gleefully clucked, making every fatty part of her body jiggle, “Where am I now? Buck buck buck! A shopping mall? What’s a fatty fat chicken like me doing at a shopping mall? Bu-kaw!” That’s when she noticed the bags threaded around her arms, and the feathers in her brain tickled with understanding. “Buck-oh! I was shopping! Duh! Bu-caw! I’m such a dummy dumb chicken butt! Funny… I don’t remember buying anything… Ooh, what did I buy? Buck bu-kaw!”
The jiggling chicken girl strutted her humongous meaty heinie over to a food court table and started looking through her bags. She kept her hands tucked into her sides as she did, and rooted through the bags with her mouth. She was completely oblivious to everyone around her staring at her wildly wobbling assets, the forcefulness of her movements whipping them into a jiggling frenzy.
“Buck-aww… all these pants are too small!” Jiggly Jenny crowed sadly, “Maybe I’m too much of a dummy dum. I should buy a ton of skirts! Bawk bawk! Tons of tiny miniskirts that show off my bouncy bounce booty butt! Bu-kaw!”