As Cathy entered the kitchen she heard giggles coming from other two. A little dizzy from the pleasing walk Cathy was slow on the uptake. Naomi was reclining as best she could on the island counter reading from a pizza take-out menu. Jen on the phone was laughing at juvenile jokes Naomi was making involving big names.
"Hot, Italian sausage combo," Naomi would say.
"Shh," Jen would laugh. "I'm on hold. Hey, Cathy what do you want on your pie?"
"She wants a whole spicy pepperoni. Jen, ask if they have cheese logs." Naomi giggled causing her inflated tits to bounce about under her once loose t-shirt.
Jen for the most part was trying to not laugh at the poorly crafted puns Naomi was tossing her direction. She stood by the wall, one peach plastic hand steadying herself on pointed toes. As she waited Jen held the same silly half grin of a doll on her face although her eyes seemed to follow Cathy.
Cathy was sure Jen was looking for some hint of revenge. Cathy had asked to not be changed back from the chair form after all. And the power of the curse to be used for evil was ever present. Fortunately even if Jen had not used the dare to prevent Cathy from being angry, Cathy knew that it was for the best.
"Naomi, I thought I gave Jen back her flexibility?" Cathy asked.
"Huh? Oh, right, but you also put a condition on it. Jen had to sit on you remember? She never got the chance to before you are back to normal so ..." Naomi trailed off. Cathy could finish the thought on her own.
Jen had stepped out into the hallway to place the order, her voice muffled. In the quiet of the kitchen the sound of the refrigerator could be heard humming. The bright lights made all the surfaces gleam including the skin of the black-rubber girl.
"Hey, Naomi, quick turn. Transform or Dare?" Cathy whispered.
Naomi sat up quickly, surprised. "Cathy? Uhh, dare? What are you doing?"
"Dare, huh. OK, Naomi I dare you have Jen freak out the delivery guy by making her transform in front of him." Cathy snickered.
"Cathy! That's really mean." Naomi said even though the magic impulse was already worming its way into her head.
"I know. Now pass me back the curse and I will make it so she doesn't notice your change."
Naomi asked Cathy and Cathy chose transform. "Alright," Naomi started, "Cathy I transform you to have really long pointy nipples that are really sensitive but you can't touch them and they will last until you release Jen from the change I make her for the delivery guy." And with that Naomi stuck her tongue out at her sister.
Cathy giggled at her sister's curse as she felt her nipples harden. The tinny nubs under her shirt became visible and pushed forward. At the end of each of Cathy's ample breasts a stiff cone pushed forward tenting and drawing her shirt outward. On top of each cone a smaller nub pushed forward almost and inch. Like two tiny masts atop two tiny hills, Cathy's nipples jutted into her shirt. As she tried to shift her top to make the protrusions less visible, the soft fabric slid over and around the sensitive tips. The feeling caused Cathy to go weak in the knees. As she caught herself from falling the bend and bounce in her knees sent a new stimulation to Cathy's privates causing her to shorten her breaths. Cathy wanted to tweak her erect nipples and see just how sensitive they had become but her hands would not move withing grasping distance. Frustrated she growled at her sister.
Jen returned at that moment. "The guy said like forty minutes so ... holly cow! Cathy what did you do?"
"Naomi just got me back for a silly dare I did to her," Cathy said through gritted teeth. The feelings in her nipples was not letting up and she really just wanted to rub them, just a little.
"What did she dare you, Naomi?" Jen asked.
"Why don't you find out," Naomi said with a playful smile.
Cathy asked the Question and Jen chose dare.
"Jen, I dare you pass the curse to Naomi then choose transformation when she gives it back to you. Then you will forget everything from when I started talking to when you get back the curse from Naomi. Then you will start touching yourself when ever someone says 'pizza' and you will only stop when someone points it out to you." Cathy took a deep breath after finishing.
"That's not going to work. It was too long," Naomi complained.
But Jen seemed to be moving as if in a hypnotic trance. Jen asked Naomi the Question and Naomi picked dare. Jen dared Naomi to take off her top for the rest of the night. Naomi complied and she let her ballooning breasts bounce free. Naomi then asked Jen and gave Jen instructions for when the pizza guy arrived.
As Jen turned back to face Cathy as if nothing had happened in between Jen's stiff plastic mitten-like hands started to work at her crotch. The daze passed and Jen spoke normally again. "What did you make Naomi do?"
"Oh, something embarrassing when someone says a trigger word," Cathy lied.
"What's the word?" Jen asked, her hands continuing to move.
"Stop that, Jen," Naomi said.
Jen noticing where her hand was at once pulled it away. Looking at Naomi again for the first time she found her friend baring her globes. "Naomi, did you finally burst your top?"
"No," Cathy jumped in. "That was the dare. She has to remain topless until the pizza comes."
At the word Jen once again started rubbing, blissfully unaware. The two sisters snickered at Jen as the blond-doll continued to feel herself up.
"I wouldn't laugh you two. I have the curse now." Jen looked between the two trying to choose who to ask.