Unsure what to do next, Jennifer opted to avoid a fight with her mother. As uncomfortable as she was, it would
be far worse to get into a huge fight with her mom and have to explain everything that was taking place. She
nodded to her mom.
"See you in the car, sweety," her mom said, and left the room.
Jen gathered up her things from the bedroom vanity, looking once more at herself in the mirror as a sense of
dread overshadowed the day ahead.
Her huge breasts put her a little off balance, even more than they had immediately after the transformation.
She noticed that they felt very heavy, and felt as if they were filling up. She twisted at the waist to look
at them in profile, experimentally lifting up a breast with her hand through the fabric of her sweater.
The breast was definitely heavier and hardly as springy-soft as she was used to. It grew even more rigid as
she held it - she could feel through her fingers that it was definitely engorging with some kind of fluid.
"Crap," she thought, remembering Kyle's phone call. Her breasts were filling themselves with sperm.
With no time to explore further, she dashed out the door, school tote in hand, and went down to the car.
Most mornings, it was incredibly convenient for Jen that her mom worked as an office manager in a business
park just a few blocks from her school, since it meant she never once had to take the bus. However, the curse
on her body -- and what could happen because of it -- filled all her thoughts this morning.
She sat curled up in the passenger seat, as withdrawn as possible, and avoided her mom's usual cheery attempts
at conversation as the morning drive passed slowly by. Her mom naturally suspected something more serious than
usual was wrong, but Jennifer kept it to herself, not least because she had no idea what she would say about
it.
Eventually, they arrived at school and Jennifer got out. Her mom waved and Jen returned it half-heartedly as
she made her way towards the entrance.
She just hoped she could make it to class without anyone noticing her. Strangely enough to her, no one seemed
to pay any more attention than usual. She did notice a few cowardly boys stealing glances at her chest, but
they quickly avoided eye contact and pretended nothing happened. She realized that it was probably because her
boobs were simply very big, and not because they happened to be bigger today.
Suddenly her best friend Kirsten hurried up beside her, books in hand. Kirsten was dressed in her usual
fashion-forward way, with a nice white button-up blouse, an A-line skirt and an assortment of silver jewelry
that pulled everything together, though a pair of carefully matched retro sneakers and socks kept the look
flirty and young. The ensemble played up her slender figure's curves while only pretending to reveal too much.
Jen hated her for a moment for looking so put together on a day when she felt like a freak in an over-sized
sweater, but was glad to see her friend.
"Hey there," Kirsten said. "How's it going? You are not gonna believe what just happened! Mike just asked me
out! I can't believe it! He's been acting like I don't exist for weeks and I finally... hey, what's wrong?"
They stopped. Jennifer looked at Kirsten, who knew her better than anyone. She hesitated, but the desire to
tell -someone- about what happened was overwhelming.
"Kirsten, you know that 'transform or dare' curse?" Jen asked.
"Yeah -- that's, like, the only urban legend Glendale has to show for itself. Why?" Kirsten replied.
"Remember that guy we pants'd last week? Kyle, that little dork with that stupid ski vest? He gave me the
curse," Jen said.
"No way!" Kirsten said. "Really?"
Jen turned her chest towards Kirsten and rolled her shoulders back to display them, and opened her mouth,
letting the head of her cock slide out a few inches. Kirsten only looked confused.
"What?" Kirsten asked. "What am I supposed to be seeing? You look the same as you always have. I mean, I know
your cock-tongue thing is a little wierd -- I'm sorry, no offense -- but, you know? I mean, it's normal."
"But this isn't normal! I wasn't like this even last night! Kyle made this happen with that curse! I'm so..."
Kirsten looked at her in disbelief. "Sorry, Jen."
Suddenly, Jennifer felt a flood of pleasure rising from her chest, up through her throat and into her cock-
tongue. Her lips parted and its entire length pushed itself out from her mouth. Jen's eyes widened as she
watched her member stiffen into a full and impressive erection. The tip twitched, and her cock grew another
inch.
"Ohm my gothm...!" Jen said, suddenly unable to speak clearly. Part of her was horrified, but she hadn't felt
anything remotely as pleasurable in her life. If she had still been able to breathe, she would have been
panting.
"Jen?" Kirsten asked again, unaware of that condition of the curse. Kyle had said that if anyone said Jen's
name, her cock would stiffen up and grow another inch.
Jen's cock spasmed again, and pushed itself out further as it grew again for a moment. Another wave of
pleasure came over her. It was like the nice feeling she had after getting horny in class, but this was vastly
more intense and it encompassed her whole head and chest. It was impossible to ignore.
"I hafth to doth thomething," Jen mustered.
She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, meaning to shove it back before anyone noticed. This
time it was totally unyielding as she tried to push it back inside her mouth.
However, it felt unbelievably good as she touched it.
It was literally feeding her more of the warm, pleasurable feeling -- she could feel the sensation pass
through her mouth and down her throat -- and she began to stroke her shaft in earnest.
She'd given a hand job to an old boyfriend once, her hand hidden under a coat on his lap during a movie, but
she'd had no idea that it felt -this- good to be the receiver. She was quickly lost.
She tugged firmly on the loose skin, working her hands up and down the length. She worked the web of her hand
around the head, pushed her fingers into the softer underside, and let the foreskin work back and forth as she
moved her hands up and down. A tear of pre-cum the size of a marble formed on the tip, and she slathered it
across the cock. It got even better, so she stroked faster.
It didn't take long before she felt a rising sensation in her chest, and it was sharper and far more intense
than anything she'd ever experienced with her pussy. She moaned as her breasts suddenly tightened, and Jen
came with a force and a wave of pleasure that she was unprepared for. A gout of cum exploded from her dick
with a little squirty pop and splashed audibly onto the ground.
It didn't stop. She felt unfamiliar muscles, deep in her throat, pumping hard in rapid waves, shooting jets of
the milky fluid through her shaft and out into the air. She watched through half-closed eyes, reeling in
sensation, as the pressure spent the contents of her cum-filled breasts across yards of pavement and grass.
Almost a dozen pumps later, the pressure subsided and the feeling ebbed away. Her breasts felt slightly sore,
but they were also much lighter and greatly relieved. Her dick started to soften, shrinking visibly as it did
so, and in twenty seconds or so it had shrunk enough to return itself to her mouth.
Kirsten, who'd watched the whole thing, eyed Jen with a vacant and somewhat hungry look that Jen was unused to
seeing from another girl, much less her best friend. As the wash of endorphin at last disappeared, Jen began
to feel embarrassed by it, and what had happened.
The evidence was all around. Long splatters of cum mess coated the sidewalk and school yard across a fifteen
foot arc in front of Jen. Incredibly, she'd avoided getting any on Kirsten, though some of it had landed mere
inches from her friend's sneaker-clad ankle.
As Jen's head cleared further, she looked around, expecting someone to catch her. But, except for Kirsten, it
was clear that no one else had really noticed her fireworks.
The bell rang. She had only a few minutes left to get to class. She...