No sooner had the phone disconnected did Jen feel a small ounce of discomfort in her crotch.
Kyle's words rang around in her head and she immediate dropped her diminutive pants and checked her crotch - parting her sex, it struck her
that her usually smooth nub of a clitoris was now poking from its hood. Not only that but the edges were no longer smooth, rather they had a
noticeable ridge and slight wrinkles, just like a nipple.
She stroked in in an exploratory fashion and was upset to find it felt like a nipple - it felt nice and it visibly hardened with the stimulation - but it
wasn't her clitoris. That bastard Kyle had not only cursed her to grow a breast out of her pussy should she be unable to control her vicious lying
streak, but he'd also stolen her love button!
Jen pondered what to do...