Jen shrugged. There was only one way to find out. One look around let her know that no one seemed to care. Jen started typing. Her thumbs pressed the first four letters:
"TRAN"
And nothing seemed to happen. If she still had a voice and she was trying to speak, this was as far as she could go. Four more letters:
"TRANSFOR"
Still nothing. Jen completed the text:
"TRANSFORM OR DARE?"
Still nothing. Jen still did not expect it to work. Her thumb moved to the glowing send button. That was when she felt it. A sudden building ecstasy grabbed at her pussy. It built fast and she was suddenly lost in an orgasm. Her whole rubbery body seemed to scream with pleasure. Heat wrapped around her body. She would have been screaming if not for a lack of voice. Instead she huffed loudly in pace with her throbbing cunt.
As she came to, Jen's eyes were drawn to her phone. There on the screen was a small box that read, "Message sent." In her throws she must have hit the correct spot on the screen. But did it work?
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Lisa sat patiently in class. Her phone was in her lap and her heart was pounding heavily in her chest. Mr. Dickens was still talking. She wondered when Jen would respond. It was a long shot that it would work at all. But if it did ...
Her phone buzzed in her lap suddenly. This would probably be the confirmation from Jen. Jen would no doubt want to meet Lisa after class before cheer practice. She flipped open her phone and the text showed.
Lisa lost a bit of colour in her face. Jen had done it now. She had asked her the question, NOW? Lisa almost had a heart attack from panic. She needed to respond to Jen quick. Her thumbs flew of the tiny keyboard. Then send.
Was she quick enough?
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Jen felt the message had been received to her phone. She read:
"Transform. Please, make my breasts like yours. Inflated, rubber breasts that can grow or shrink at my will. And really sensitive, too."
Jen smiled. She doubted this would work but the orgasm she had suggested that it might be possible. She wanted to laugh at the silly little girl who wanted breasts like Jen's. Right now Jen's breasts were in the way. She could not understand why anyone would want them this big.
But she typed. "Lisa, your breasts are now just like mine. You will be able to control the size. Clap twice for bigger, snap fingers for smaller."
Jen hit send then relaxed. It had been a tense few minutes. If this worked then she would only have to wait until the end of school to be free from this curse. But what if Lisa did not keep her end of the bargain? Lisa could very well just leave her stuck as a sex toy and go off with the curse to have fun. Or worse, take her place on the cheer squad.
Jen was about to panic when she realized something. It had been a couple of minutes between texts. She checked the time code to confirm. It had taken Lisa longer than a minute to respond to the question. Jen still had a dare to give Lisa. Jen thought quickly.
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Lisa read the text on her phone. As soon as she finished she felt something. The skin on her small breasts became cold. It felt slick, almost wet. And her nipples suddenly became hard, little nubs. Lisa cupped a breast through her shirt to confirm the change. Yes, things felt different.
Quickly, Lisa sneaked a look down her top. She could just see that her skin had taken on a sheen. A dull gloss that was not normal for regular skin. It had worked. The magic had passed to her through the texts. Her breasts were now air-filled, rubber bladders she could control. She would clap a few times and make them grow a little in class. Then another time after. Alright she did not really know how to snap her fingers but she would learn before they got too big. Lisa beamed.
Then she felt the first stirrings of air movement. She had barely moved but she felt her breasts start to take on air. Under her palm she could feel a slow build up of pressure. Her breasts were inflating! But she had not clapped her hands.
She read the message again. "Breasts are now just like mine." Lisa realized that the wording would make her breasts just like Jen's. And right now Jen had tits as big as basketballs. Little Lisa was sitting in the middle of English class with many minutes to go until the end of class and she was about to blow-up right in her seat. What could be worse?
He phone buzzed again. Lisa read the start of the message: "Lisa, a minute passed. You also get a dare. I dare you ..."