Glendale High wasn't that big of a school, about four, maybe five hundred students between all of the student years, their cheer squad wasn't that large either, this years squad was made of nineteen girls, Jen included, weirdly even though the curse's work made it impossible to jump and move like she used to she was still cheer squad captain. Working more like a coach, directing instead of participating. The week had gone pretty well, practice after practice she managed to avoid using anything that could be remotely considered as a lie.
It was Friday, there would be a big game that evening and the squad was practicing, the other girls doing formations and dances made Jen proud. They had worked really hard to get ready for the final games of the year, and Jen couldn't be more pleased. Practice had just wrapped up and Jen gathered the other eighteen girls to talk with them, hype them up as they rested. She made a rousing speech and was about to dismiss them.
"Okay girls, we all know this is going to be a big show, so let's give it our all. I know you've got this, your all going to knock them out tonight." Jen finished, as the girls were walking off the field Jen felt a familiar sensation, and it hit her, she screwed up with her figure of speech. As the new legs started to grow in Jen resigned herself to her fate, behind her grew the first sets of legs, hips pressed against each other, crotches facing her current sets of legs. These were followed by two more sets, next to those, and then another, Jen expected the legs to encircle her, but the curse stopped for a moment, Jen took in what had just happened, her new legs fanned out behind her in a semi circle, the final pair lining up with the sides of her two female sets that she already had, the asses of this new row were pointed up, nearly at navel level.
"Huh... I thought I'd have more." Jen muttered, and as if to respond the growths continued "Me and my big mouth." Jen groaned as the next six grew in, her lower body shifted slightly, her waist growing wider as the next six sets grew into position, the curse keeping her front side clear, Jen looked around her and could literally name all of her new legs by their original owners, the asses of this row were even with her breasts. Jen groaned, it was already hard moving around as it was, this was going to be even worse, then it hit her "Wait, there are eighteen cheer leaders.... where are the last six, oh no..." Jen gulped as the last six started to grow in, this time she felt them growing in against her back, their asses pressed against her, legs wiggling and moving as if trying to touch the ground, the circle growing in, pressing against her shoulders, the final two growing in, and now obscuring the sides of her vision.
Jen shuddered, the new flesh surrounding her inescapable even in her line of site, Jen started to walk off of the field, having trouble maneuvering through the gates, she went toward the only reflective surface she could think of, being the side of the cafeteria. Jen stopped and stared at her reflection. Standing there was Jen, with the luscious legs of Latoia, a pair of her father's legs behind that, and just to her sides the childbearing hips of two milfs, that seemed normal until a few minutes ago, but her now absurd reflection was framed by three rows of six pairs or athletic young legs, her torso framed by what she could only describe as a peacocks tale of legs, the asses of the final row pressed against her body.
Jen moved her legs to sit, or at least close to what could be considered sitting with this configuration, her legs all reacted naturally, forming a pile, her male legs propping up her first pair, which naturally crossed themselves. Leg after leg followed, finally stopping, her legs piled against each other forming what looked like a massive skirt of flesh around her, Jen sighed, having worried this would happen she felt defeated and stood up to make her way home, her movements slightly sluggish due to her new configuration. Maybe she could convict Kyle to have some mercy on her.