Before Jenny had time to react, she felt the vague tingling sensation in her body grow much more focused in her back-- specifically, around her shoulder blades. The tingling quickly became a burning sensation that was very painful. The sudden agony dropped her to her knees. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she struggled just to remain up on all fours.
"Wha... what's happening to meee?" she sobbed.
That was when she looked back over her right shoulder to see if she could examine the source of the burning. As she did so, however, she was horrified to see two fleshy appendages tear through the back off her cheerleading top, one rooted right on her shoulder and the other at her armpit. And worse still, she could feel the same thing happening to her left shoulder as well. With a mix of morbid fascination and sheer terror, she watched as the appendages grew and grew, taking a familiar shape, until she had a pair of new arms attached to each shoulder, giving her six in total.
Jenny tried to be optimistic about her situation. "Well... on the bright side... I guess this could be pretty useful..."
But all optimism quickly faded when the second part of the fortune began to kick in. As Jenny picked herself up, she began to feel the tingling move to her chest.
"Oh God, no..." she sighed.
There was a distinct feeling of warmth in each of her breasts-- not as bad as the burning from growing four new arms, but still impossible to ignore. As Jenny looked down, she could see her breasts swelling up. She had initially been modestly endowed, with fairly average B-cups. Now, however, she could see them ballooning way past what could be considered normal. Beneath her shirt, the growing tension on her bra to carry the rapidly expanding load resulted in it riding up and her breasts falling out of the cups.
Finally the growth stopped, and Jenny stood leaning against the wall, not used to the sudden shift of weight to her chest. "Oh... my... GOD...," she wailed from between her thighs. "They're, like... a pair of basketballs!" Actually, to be more accurate, they were slightly larger than a pair of basketballs, and they stretched her shirt to its limits. Again she glanced in the mirror, just as she had the day before, and again she was horrified. She scarcely recognized herself anymore-- staring back at her was a girl with six arms, monstrous N-cup-sized boobs, and her vagina where her mouth should be.
"I have to do something about this," she said, letting go of the wall and trying to stabilize herself. "I'm not going to last another 29 days at this rate..."
At that moment, she glanced out the window and noticed Susan's car approaching her driveway. "Shit!" said Jenny. She was torn-- she really didn't want to go to school looking like this, despite the knowledge that no one would really notice the changes. It was too humiliating. On the other hand-- at the moment, she had the overwhelming urge to find and throttle Kyle Perkins.
Jenny hastily put on her skirt. At the very least, she knew she was going to have to talk to Susan and Katie. But was she going to say? Was she going to go with them, or give them some excuse and stay home?