“Whatever,” said Jennifer, and she hung up the phone. She couldn’t believe that pervert decided to call her this early in the morning. Before she could finish getting dressed, she had a sudden crave for watermelon. Her mother never bought watermelon, but she trotted down the hall towards the kitchen in search of some. She found two inside the fridge, which was odd, since she was down here earlier getting a glass of orange juice and never noticed them.
Wow it seemed hot all of a sudden. She carefully looked around to make sure no one was home, and unhooked her bra. She loved her boobs, and was glad to have inherited good genes from her mother. She enjoyed the attention they attracted and the sensations they caused. She raised a hand a cupped her right breast in her palm, feeling its warmth and softness. She pulled the breast off her chest.
“Holy fuck!” Jennifer panicked, as she placed the breast on the countertop. Her left hand did the same and pulled her left breast away from her chest with an audible *pop*. Left behind was only smooth skin. She didn’t even have nipples! Her shock was now directed to her involuntary hands, picking up one of the heavy watermelons, and bringing it closer to her chest.
“Please not this!” Her cry did nothing, and she could only stand still as the watermelon began to meld with her flesh. It was pushed nearly halfway into her chest before her hands released the cold, hard fruit. The melon jerked down due to gravity, and pulled hard at her chest. Jesus Christ it was heavy! It must have weighed fifteen pounds at least. Jennifer watched as her hands retrieved the other watermelon and pushed it into the other half of her chest. The weight was unbearable, but her body suffered no strain since it was still under the influence of the curse. Her hands reached above and intro a cabinet and grabbed two straws. With one straw in each hand, she pushed the tips into the far side of her melon breasts until a couple inches were visibly left. She regained control.
Jennifer’s entire body fell forward and her melon breasts slammed onto the counter top. She screamed in pain at an impact that should have busted a watermelon easily, but hers seemed to be rather intact. She could feel the cold, hard marble countertop through her breasts! Her hands hesitantly rubbed the melons. Surprisingly, the hard surface felt warm to the touch, and likewise she could feel her hands through the melon breasts. She was too scared to even think of heaving them up off the countertop. The things were so heavy; they might rip off her skin if she tried to move. Her detached C-cup breasts sat on the counter to the right and caught her eye
Kyle had failed to implement a time limit into the curse, so Jennifer could detach the watermelon and reattach her breasts right now.
Jennifer decides to…