Jen looked up at her mom with a pitiful expression. Briefly debating whether to tell her mom what had
happened, but ruling it out just as quickly, she decided to risk the fight that her mom would probably start.
The thought of going to school like this brought on a feeling of rising terror in the pit of Jen's stomach.
It would't be hard to fake being sick, because, honestly, she already felt disoriented with the onset of mild
shock.
"I don't feel good, mom," Jennifer whined.
Surprisingly, her mom's reaction was gentle and concerned, not the usual suspicion or automatic argument that
usually came with any assertion that she was too sick for school. The keys dangling from her mom's hand and a
glance at the clock made Jen realize that her mom was running behind, which probably helped. Her mom was
usually more permissive when feeling guilty about something already.
"You look white as a sheet, dear," her mom said. "I thought something was wrong when I found you sitting on
the floor looking like the cat dragged you in here, but you should probably stay home if you're not feeling
well."
Her mom put a hand on her forehead.
"Well, you might have a fever, but I can't really tell," she continued. "Still, I think you'd better lay down
and get some rest. I'll call the school, but I've got to get to work. You're old enough to fend for yourself
but if you get worse or you need anything, call me."
Jen's mother ushered her from the floor and back into bed. Greatly relieved that a confrontation with mom was
not in the cards this morning, Jen slid back into the covers as her mom kissed her forehead, then left the
room.
Jen felt much safer, however, once she heard the sound of her mom's car starting in the driveway, backing up,
then accelerating away from the house.
For several minutes, Jen lay in bed, wishing that it would all go away. But the heavy feeling of her huge new
breasts weighing her chest down persisted, impossible to ignore. It was clear the curse had really happened,
and was not going away at all.
As she concentrated, she noticed that weight on her chest seemed different, even since the change. Her boobs
seemed heavier.
She reached a hand under her sweatshirt and felt the still-unfamiliar and overly-large mass of breast. She
found her new additions were not just heavier, but also less springy, and a lot more sensitive than she was
used to. A few probes with her fingers told her they were filling up with a liquid -- and quickly.
Then she remembered the details of Kyle's curse. Her body was storing up sperm in her breasts. Her eyes
widened.
However, her cum-filled tits and the new phalus in her mouth were already delivering hormones into her system,
bringing on feelings any teen-aged boy would know well. She was getting horny, and not in the gentle, yet
aching way that she was used to. It was an urgent kind of feeling, and focused very specifically in her
changed parts.
She closed her eyes, her hand still touching her breasts absently. Though her breasts were still swelling, and
not entirely comfortable, her fingertips found a response from them that made her tingle. The feeling spread
from her chest, up through her throat and, distinctly, within her cock-tongue. Her pussy started to dampen as
well; her other hand found its way over her mound, touching herself through the cotton of her panties.
With her mouth closed, she started sucking experimentally. Her cock responded and began to harden, and for a
short while it felt quite delicious in every sense. Then she felt her jaw being forced apart as her member
pushed its way towards her lips. She relaxed to allow it.
The erection grew slowly, and she found it felt very, very good to keep her lips pressed around the
circumference of it as the head, then shaft, crept beyond her mouth inch by inch.
Soon, looking downwards, she could see the tip as her cock grew ever longer and thicker in girth. The veiny
skin retracted to reveal the mushroom-like head as it enlarged.
The fingers of her hands grew busier, circling her nipples and clit with increasing vigor as she watched the
new appendage growing. She took her hand off her breast and out of her sweater. She touched the cock gingerly,
making it twitch visibly and harden faster.
Jen enclosed the shaft in her hands. She'd once given a hand job to an old boyfriend in a movie theater, under
his coat in the dark. But she'd had very little time to explore then since his unzipped pants weren't quite
lose enough, and he'd chickened out quickly. Of course, she hadn't been touching *herself* then, either, and
Jen found this was something quite nice indeed.
Its surface was soft, not entirely different from the way her labia felt under her fingers, but a squeeze
found a stiff inner core around which the outer skin of the thing slipped back and forth easily. She twisted
the pliable skin gently and pumped her hand along the shaft, and it made sparkles in her nerves. The cock
surged, pushing the final several inches upwards into a full erection as the head became completely visible.
A trail of clear pre-cum dribbled from the tip, running down the shaft toward Jen's hand as she pumped herself
along the twelve inches of dick sticking out of her mouth. The lubrication enhanced the sensation, and her
throat flexed automatically with unfamiliar sexual muscles.
She felt flush, with an urge for release like she'd never felt before, all through her neck and breasts. Her
clit was harder than it had ever been and her panties were soaked with her juices. Sweat dappled her forehead,
breasts and abdomen.
Hastily stripping her clothes off, she lay back down on her bed covers and watched herself in the vanity
mirror, which gave her a mostly complete view of her torso.
She watched herself grip her tongue-cock as she stroked it, saw her huge, full tits draped over her chest and
belly, and saw her other hand strumming her clit and pussy. It was obscene, but also the most freakishly
arousing thing she'd ever laid eyes on.
She looked herself in the eyes as she masturbated with increasing intensity. Her changes broke the familiarity
of her reflection; cock-tongue Jen was a twisted, peep-show version of herself that made looking in the mirror
just like watching someone else. The size of the cock that mirror-Jen stroked furiously was absurdly large,
especially so stemming from her cute girly lips, and her breasts made her body a caricature of fertility. Jen
felt aversion, and yet she was inescapably turned on.
Without warning, she felt the orgasm crest and break across her body. Her pussy flooded and slickened the
sides of her thighs. Her breasts convulsed as new muscles inside her pumped forcefully, and a blinding wave of
pleasure, the most intense she'd ever experienced, rose up from her torso as her cock surged in her hand.
A rapid series of pumps, each accompanied by another wave of feeling, forced the cum from the tip of Jen's
cock. The first small burst threw itself in a little curl from the head and splashed warmly across her hand
with an audible splurt. But the next, and each gout afterward, shot up into the air, and it was all Jen could
do to keep the stream from coating her bedroom ceiling and furnishings, deciding instead to try to have the
liquid splash across her skin.
And splash it did. There was a lot of it, and it kept coming out. She nearly blacked out from the intensity of
the climax.
As the sensation faded, the cock softened and shrank back into Jen's mouth, the foreskin wrapping the head
neatly back into the spot her normal tongue had been just over an hour earlier.
As her senses returned from orbit, Jen realized that much of her was covered in cum, her jelly-esque seed
cooling down from body temperature now that it was outside her. She could feel it on her cheeks and chin, all
over her torso, and even down her legs and across the tops of her feet. There were trails of it on the carpet,
and all across her bed. That she'd come all over herself was a realization that revolted her a little but,
unexpectedly, turned her on a great deal and left behind a residual arousal.
Still, she knew she'd need to clean up the mess before it soaked in. She grabbed a couple of towels from the
closet, and set to work. A few minutes later, the machines in the laundry room and streams of hot water from
her shower were working on removing any trace evidence of her first penile orgasm.
As the water ran down her body, washing away the cum from her skin, Jen...