During the car ride, Jennifer was forced to finish Susan's math homework. She wasn't the best at math herself, but from previous study sessions they both knew Susan was even worse. Once they got to school, Jennifer was partly relieved to know that the part of the curse that prevented people from thinking their appearances were weird was working. On the other hand, it prevented anyone from thinking of rescuing her from her evil master.
"Okay, since you and I have different schedules, we'll need to split up," Susan said. "But I expect to see you at lunch at my table. Got it?"
Jennifer nodded and Susan let go of her collar. As she walked through the corridor alone, she felt incredibly self-conscious. Not only was she an inhuman freak, but having her large breasts exposed to the world was uncomfortable in its own way. People stared, sure, but nobody tried to cop a feel, for which she was grateful.
Classes went normally enough. By lunchtime, Jennifer had almost gotten used to the feeling of fur every time something brushed her body. She tried rubbing her own fur the wrong way and shivered at the chill going up her spine.
In the cafeteria, she met Susan at the usual table. She was with some of the cheerleading squad and was casually explaining to them the situation. "So from now on, Jennifer is not a part of the team. Instead she will be my personal slave. Though, if any of you need something she can help you with, I'll let you use her for a short time."
Jennifer was surprised to see the rest of the girls nodding in full agreement. Surely they would think Susan offering a slave girl's services would have sparked some questions.
Susan seemed to read Jenn's mind. "I dared them to accept everything I told them, no matter how weird it might seem. Okay, girls, now say it." Every girl in the squad chanted "Susan, Transform or Dare?" Susan smiled and said "Transform."
"Grow one fifth of an inch taller," each girl said in unison. Susan's height increased by an inch.
"Get it?" Susan asked to Jenn, who was now sitting next to her. "Because five of them said it? I love this curse!"
"May I take thif bite out to eat?" Jennifer asked in the nicest tone she could manage.
"Well, all right," Susan said, running a couple fingers down her collar and grasping its end. "But there will be a price. The bite will disappear, but only when you put something in your mouth. Now your body will gain ten pounds."
Jennifer felt her skin stretch slightly. It wasn't very noticeable, but her arms, waist and legs gained a bit of girth. She felt her leather restraints tighten as a result. "Waf that really neffeffary?"
"Gain five more, and shrink an inch. Yes, it was, Jenn. There are certain prices you'll have to pay for questioning my decisions and asking favors. Now eat your lunch."
Jennifer did so quietly, though now she had lost most of her appetite thanks to the fact that her body was now fatter than before, without the aid of food. After lunch, Sarah's mood seemed to lighten up as she saw Jennifer silently moping. She allowed Jenn to regin a half-inch of height.
"I'm going to kill her," Jennifer said to herself while putting books in her locker a few minutes later, after the two had separated again. Then she felt someone tap her on a bare shoulder.