Several seconds passed. "Bless you," a girl piped up across the lounge. Jen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was safe for now.
Jen looked over at the girl, who was playing on her phone. A pink-haired skater girl, she had her legs kicked up on a table in front of her. Not the type of person she expected to say anything, so she was pleasantly surprised.
Jen watched as she started to change. At first, her phone slipped from her hands, falling onto the floor. Her hands were changing! Jen thought excitedly. Her fingers were merging together, becoming almost fan-like. They grew larger, until they were about the two feet wide. Small growths protruded from the ends as they grew deeper. A green tone washed over the outside as the inside turned a pinkish red. Jen realized with a start that her hands were turning into the leaves of a Venus flytrap.
The green spread up her arms into her t-shirt as her forearms lost definition. She watched as her arms stiffened a bit, her arm bones disappearing underneath her chlorophyll-covered skin. Bulges began to form under her shirt as new arms ripped from her sides. Two buds sprouted on her right side, and three on her left. They quickly grew in to the same size as her original arms, and all stuck out at slightly odd angles from her torso.
The shreds of her t-shirt slumped off of her torso as her breasts expanded, popping her bra off in the process. They reached her navel before they stopped growing, drooping heavily. Her nipples dripped nectar down onto her thighs. A pool of nectar also formed in the crotch of her jeans. Judging by the bulge fighting its way through her pants, she probably had another Venus flytrap "mouth" down there.
She picked her phone up with her feet, and was soon back to mindlessly scrolling. Suddenly a fly landed on one of her traps. She didn't even look up as it snapped shut, digestive juices dripping out of it. She blushed and squirmed, but it was hardly noticeable if Jen hadn't been staring at her for the past few minutes. God, why is seeing her eat so hot? she thought, thinking of what she wanted to stick into the girl's flytrap mouths. Cakes, oreos, rats, hamburgers, she wanted to pamper that Venus flytrap girl.
The girl sensed someone staring at her and looked up, their eyes meeting for a moment. A knowing expression crossed over the girl's face. It was now Jen's turn to blush. The girl beckoned her over with her free foot, and Jen obliged.
"How ya doing?" she asked as Jen set down next to her.
"H-hi!" Why am I nervous? When have I ever been nervous talking to someone?! Jen thought, not used to being on this end of a crush.
"You're Jen, right?"
She nodded, blushing.
"Name's Rachel, pleased to meet you."
"Same!" Jen said quickly, sticking her hand out on instinct.
"I... wouldn't do that, if I were you. I don't tend to let go," Rachel said with a laugh, shrugging her shoulders a bit as her flytraps rustled. "Wanna meet up after school?"
Jen nodded, but explained that she was already meeting up with Becky after school. "That naga girl, right? I have such a huge crush on her," Rachel laughed, blushing a bit. Two people in and Jen already loved how her transformations had this effect. After a bit more talking Rachel agreed.
"One more thing. Can you help me with this shirt?" Jen stammered, somehow forgetting that Rachel was naked from the waist up. She pulled a tank top from her backpack, and held it out to Jen with her foot. "Careful with my flytraps, it sucks when they close without anything to digest in there." Jen nodded, carefully threading each of them through the holes in the tank top, before slipping it over Rachel's head. 10 seconds later it was soaked through with nectar. A few other students rustled with their study materials and got up, alerting them to the class change. Rachel got up, her breasts swinging underneath her top. She couldn't get her backpack around her shoulders anymore, so Jen held it.
"What class do you have next?"
"Uhh... bio, room 103. Thanks for the help, I don't know why I even have a backpack, haha." Jen carried her backpack alongside her, and the two talked all the way to bio. They seemed to really click, thanks to the curse. Jen was surprised, finding herself suddenly very much into Rachel's skater aesthetic, someone she wouldn't have given the time of day 24 hours prior.
Jen walked to her next class with butterflies in her stomach, thinking about meeting up with both of her transformees that evening. The rest of the day went by like a breeze.