Hours later, Bobby sat in his room and tried to think of anything but sex. He thought hard and tried to change topics as often as possible. He had tried to watch TV, the sports channel, which would normally capture his attention but this time only played as a background to the perpetual memory in his brain. Those breasts, her lips, red hair; they flashed through his mind again each time making him harder than hard. He needed to see it again. Everything seemed to remind him of what had happened with Colleen. Would she let him near her again, he wondered. Her lips, her hair, those massive ballooning breasts; he had to see that again.
At the same time, in her room, Colleen lay on her bed and tried to think of anything but sex. Her lips were fine right now. Hours since she had ... done it with Bobby her lips had seemed normal. There had been no undue swelling. Her lips had felt normal; un-magical. It was only a few minutes ago that she had felt a quiver and she knew that the curse was back in effect. So she had retreated to her room and said nothing. Colleen needed to think. Her lips would make her quite or they would grow. Only sex would fix her again. And so she wondered about sex in general and what she had done at Bobby's. Did she like it or not? What she could remember she liked. It had all been such a blur. Colleen could remember her lips getting so big that she could barely talk. She remembered how they had tingled and throbbed when she had kissed Bobby or sucked her fingers. There were also her breasts. She could remember them being enormous; too big to hold or stand, but light enough to still have fun. Colleen stared down at her body and noticed how her breasts just were not the size of beach-balls. They were large for a normal girl but they were not magically giant for a sex toy. Colleen wondered if she really wanted that to happen again. And she was a little afraid to admit that she did.
Late in the afternoon a phone call connected the two.
"Bobby," Colleen said over the line, "I want to thank you for helping me today."
"Colleen," Bobby answered, "I want to apologize for what happened. I did not think that my curse would be so powerful. I didn't think that it would effect you so much."
"Bobby, I'm sorry that I didn't call you earlier. If I had then maybe I would have been ready for what happened."
"Yeah, maybe."
"But now that I know what to expect maybe I can resist the effects a bit."
"Yeah, maybe." Bobby did not think that would work much.
"And of course, you will have to try and not cause that to happen, right?"
"Right." Bobby also did not think that would be possible.
"So if we can do those things, then we could probably still see each other without it always becoming a sex-fest. Right?"
"Right." In Bobby's mind the term sex-fest caused the start of a swelling in his shorts. An image of Colleen holding a pair of pillow sized tits flashed across his eyes. He came back to reality in time to hear her stop talking again.
"Right," Bobby said hoping that she had said something to make that word make sense.
"I'm glad that you agree," Colleen said. "I guess I will see you tomorrow. Pick me up about eleven thirty and we'll have lunch at the mall. Bye, now."
"Bye, C." Bobby's mouth was dry. The mall, tomorrow? That was not a good idea.