Fortunately Jennifer's lunch period hadn't ended by the time she and Kyle had finished in the bathroom. She sat at a table and chewed a sandwich slowly. She knew that starving herself to death was hardly a good idea, so she had no choice but to let the curse run its course for now. Kyle said he would only change her back if she behaved well, but Jennifer had no intention of quietly dealing with her humiliating condition.
She continued her day as normal. Even when her friends spoke to her, it didn't seem like they noticed she was a cowgirl at all. It wasn't until she went to cheerleading practice at the end of the day that someone brought it up.
That someone was Betsy, a member of the cheerleading squad--and apparently the new captain. She had already started organizing the team when Jennifer got to the field. "Hey, Jennifer," she said. "What's up?"
"I don't think I'm in the mood for practice," she said. "I'm feeling a bit bloated."
Betsy laughed, and Jennifer forced a chuckle as well. "It's okay, we can manage without our mascot for one day."
Mascot? Was Jennifer no longer on the team? "You...don't need me for anything?" she asked, wanting answers but afraid it would seem too odd if she blatantly asked whether or not she was a member.
"All you do is sit in the bleachers and cheer us on," Betsy said in a tone that screamed "Duh." "But if you're not feeling great, you should go home. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay," Jennifer said flatly. "Good luck."
That night, at home, Jennifer's skirt was ready to admit defeat after dinner. Her udder had swelled to a point where the waistband pressed in on it painfully. With difficulty, Jennifer managed to take it off, watching as her udder burst out. It wobbled slightly, its four teats poking out a few inches. The udder grew just three or four inches from her body, but it was enough.
As the days passed it grew larger and larger. Jennifer was eventually forced to wear nothing at all, not even panties, by the third day. She sat down in homeroom, and her friend Trish apologized for the other day. "I don't know why I thought you looked weird before," she said. "Maybe it was how you tried to cover it with a shirt and were failing miserably," they both chuckled at that remark. Jennifer began to watch cheerleading practice, marveling at the girls and amazed she was ever able to do the stunts they performed. She wondered what it would look like, five girls trying to lift a cowgirl with three huge udders swaying and throwing off the balance.
By the fourth day her udder had grown to the size of a soccer ball. She was glad to see her breasts hadn't increased in size. Managing with them was hard enough already. Now she had begun to feel the pressure the milk was putting on her. By the fifth day, it was even worse. She could barely concentrate in class with the constant aching. It was even difficult to eat anything, feeling the way she did. She almost threw up at dinner.
The sixth day, fortunately, was a Saturday. She couldn't go to school regardless, as the pain was so intense she could scarcely speak two sentences without breaking into moans or moos. She spent the morning lying in bed, clutching her swelling udder, which had grown as wide as her hips. Her teats were erect, slowly dripping milk over her legs. She tried desperately to milk herself, but thanks to the curse, she failed to force the milk out any faster.
Her mom answered the phone when a friend called, saying Jennifer wasn't feeling very well. She came in and told Jennifer that someone was coming over to see her.
"Don't let them in," Jennifer pleaded, forcing a moo to stick in her throat. "Please doooon't let anyone see me like this!" She shook her head wildly to emphasize her point and her bell flew about her neck, clanking loudly.
But her mom failed to listen, as in a few minutes someone walked through the door of her bedroom.