She finished putting on her clothes, a school approved shirt and her panties finally found, and walked down, but her breakfast was NOT ready!
Grumbling to herself about lazy poors, she halfassed a sandwich to eat and sat down. As she began to eat the teen heard steps coming from her parents’ bed room, dad was awake.
“Good morning, sunshine.” he said as he walked trough the kitchen, his pink pajamas contrasting his still unshaven beard. Sick since yesterday, he kept to the family house, hoping to infect nobody around him. His face looked, too, as he looked at the kitchen table and shook his head.
“Good morning, dad.” she replied, continuing to eat. Her dad began to make his own meal, something mom cooked yesterday. After closing and starting the microwave, he sat down across her. “Tell me, what got you bent out of shape?”
“It’s just, our maid is lazing off, and I got to do her stuff, like making food for myself. Me!” she sighed.
But as she wanted to continue, her dad interjected. “Don’t be so. She has taken a day off. She’s entitled to one day off every few weeks.”
“Entitled is the right word.” thought Jen, but thought better to argue. “That was all.”
Suddenly a pleasurable warmness spread throughout her stomach and she grabbed it with her left hand.
“Hnng!” left her month as her womb radiated in pleasure. “What’s happpening?!” she thought before she felt a bump in her middle, her eyes wide. “What the fuck? Ohhh. The curse?” she mumbled to herself in between hard breaths as her belly rounded up, making her look like she entered her second trimester, and strained her shirt.
Her dad meanwhile just ate his meal, the curse obviously at work.
The warmth continued on, her vagina wet from the stimulation. but now she felt some of it in her big breasts and she could feel them pressing against her bikini. A pressure build inside them as her hard nipples brushed inside the cups. She tried to be quiet, but her stomach and tits felt like they could melt as she grew rounder and rounder and she could not help bu to whine in sexual pleasure.
The bliss inside pushed her over the edge and she came with a moan, her pussy quivering and squirting her panties with her juices. Her mind went fuzzy as she arched her back in bliss and cloth ripped, her school-shirt no match for her pregnancy, exposing her bare stomach to the world. She could feel a kick, a sign of her sudden motherhood. She felt her bikini dampening too, a coldness on the skin of her nipples. She was lactating!
After that ride she needed to calm down and she went to the bathroom to look at herself. Her new weight made walking to be the only option now, but it was manageable and she arrived with a steady walk.
In the mirror her pregnant belly jutted forward proudly as she stood, and her tits were at least a cup bigger than before and, after she undid her bikini, she pressed one of them to confirm with a small spray their milkiness, her breast getting hot and begging to be milked completely! But she did not have time for this, so instead she put cold water on her face and walked out.
After she got out she heard hear father say “Well then, go up and find something to wear, they’re not letting you inside like that.” her father said and then sneezed.
Jen wanted to protest, to tell her dad that it was the shithead Kyle’s fault, but her mouth could not form the words, the dare not letting her speak the name of him. That left her only to say, “Yes father” and to make her way to her room.
There she did find something that fit her current form, a shirt that was too baggy for her old one.
Now she was ready for school.