The first thing that Jennifer noticed was that her breasts deflated. Slowly they shrank down from the obscene orbs that Cam had made. The colour of her skin returned to normal and her nipples returned. There goes my excuse that it is all a costume, she thought, but now I can put my top back on. She watched in a haze as her breasts continued their slow fall. Her head felt full of cotton and her body felt distant and numb.
Jennifer's breasts stopped shrinking when they were still a couple of cup sizes larger than they had been that morning. They seemed soft and smooth to the touch and she found herself holding her breasts in her hands. They seemed to pulse and throb under her touch. Bigger and then smaller again. It seemed that the boys in the room were thinking about different sizes and the curse was slowly cycling from the smallest to the largest and back again. Deliciously she explored her breasts feeling the erect nipples that grew and shrank along with her breasts. Cupping them close she did not want think about how she was in a classroom of boys. She felt alone in a small world that extended only out to arms-reach. Keeping quiet so as not to ruin her little world.
Her skin had become a flushed, pink colour all over her body. Smooth and with out blemish. She looked at her hands and noted the perfect nails that had formed at the ends of her fingers; bright, clear polish tipped with a strips of white. One of the internet girls must be trying to be a beautician, she thought looking at the fine work.
There was a tightness around her stomach and Jennifer gasped. Slowly her mid-section pulled in. It felt like she was sucking in a great breath of air but she was actually breathing easily. As she looked down her body, over the heavy, round breasts, she could see that her stomach had become flat and tight. It looked like she had spent the last month at the gym toning her abs alone. But there was more, her waist had pulled in from the sides as well. Her hips seemed to flare out at the same time. The widening and the shrinking occurring at the same time made the process seem to change much quicker than it was. Before her eyes, Jennifer watched her body become hour-glassed shaped.
Jennifer then felt a pressure on her butt. Her cheer skirt had been stretched wider by her hips and it was now being lifted from behind. She twisted and watched as her butt ballooned like her breasts had done. Round and smooth, her cheeks seemed to sneak out from under her short skirt. Jennifer was glad that she had worn a thong today, otherwise she would be needing new panties along with a new bra. Her legs were also changing now. They became longer and toned, hairless and smooth. Her feet lost a shoe size or two but she did not seem to notice any of this.
She had noticed her reflection in the dark computer monitor. The face she had know was changing. Her nose became petit and narrow. It was a subtle change but noticeable for Jennifer. Her eyes were ringed in makeup that seemed trashy and erotic for school but would not look out of place in a men's magazine. Her cheek-bones pushed out a little and her chin became more pointed giving her an angular appearance. Jennifer licked her lips as they swelled. They became huge and pillowy and bent into crinkled tubes that looked too large for the space they were occupying. The skin on her lips became glossy and wet looking with glittery sparkles highlighting every move they made. Her hair fluffed up and out becoming long and wavey as it fell around her face. When she brought a strand in front of her eyes she could she it changing colour. It seemed to settle on a light brown with reddish highlights. Every colour at once, she mused and it tickled her neck as it grew down to her mid back.
The warmth that she felt throughout her body started to dissipate as the curse found a happy median for all the boys in the room. As her mind became less clouded Jennifer dug into her school bag to pull out her sweater. Pulling it over her head she noted that her hair refused to be messed up. It moved back into sexy place when disturbed. As she pulled the top down over her stripper-tits she found that they had settled on huge triple-D cups with permanent erect nipples. Sweater-torpedoes indeed, she joked sticking them out as far as she could for the effect.
That was not so bad, Jennifer thought. I look like a stripper or Playboy model but at least I'm real. Looking deeply at her reflection she noticed that her makeup was just as permanent as her hair-style. She parted her lips and puckered making her lips look as big and as kissable as possible. Her eyes seemed to close-half way into what she considered bedroom eyes. There was a sudden tingle and warmth on her mouth and eye lids which startled her. When it passed Jennifer was horrified to find that she could not open her eyes any wider. Also her lips were stuck flexed out. The face she was making looked like all she could think of was screwing whomever was holding her magazine.
Shocked and frightened, but unable to show either emotion, Jennifer tried to smile. Her eyes remained half-closed but her mouth widened into a sexy, lippy smirk. The strain was intense and she could not keep it up for long. When she released her muscles her lips twisted back to the gaped, cock-sucker pose.
There was another hot flash along her spine and between her shoulder-blades. Against her will, Jennifer found her body arching backward forcing her into an upright position. Her shoulders pulled back into a mockery of perfect posture. Experimenting she found that again this position was her resting position. Moving from it was possible but tiring. If she were standing she would be thrusting both her ass and breasts out for inspection. Jennifer groaned but that was not all.
Between her legs she felt another flash of heat located on the inside of her thighs and across her crotch. In her genitals she felt a swelling. She guessed that her pussy lips had just become swollen. She felt horny and wet and she knew that this change made completed the whole sex-pot image. The wetness made her feel uncomfortable and she tried to cross her legs to hide the feelings. That was when she found that she could not bring her knees together. Try as she did she could not bring them closer than a half foot. This was going to make walking difficult she feared.
Further changes were cut short as the bell for lunch rang. Jennifer hid as best she could with a stiff spine and wide legs. The rest of the class left without noticing the dream girl they had all had a hand in making. Left along, Jennifer stood up awkwardly and made to leave. She had to find some way of reversing this change.s