Jen decided to get a better look at the curses changes. She quickly ran from her bedroom to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. Taking a handheld mirror, she sat down on the floor, the cold tiles sticking to her ass. Shaking from the cold, she lifted her skirt with one hand, and held the mirror with the other. The curse looked better than it felt: her pussy wasn't as stretched as it felt. Her hole was stretched only as large as her own wrist. "I'm gonna kill that perv."
That was a lie: she wouldn't actually kill him, just make him suffer. As such a forced started to push against her ass. "The fuck!?" She jumped off the floor, dropping the mirror. The force kept pushing as she desperately ran her hands between her legs to fend off something she could grab. As her hands kept looking for the source, she felt with her hands her tight hole push open as the fist forced it's way in. Soon it was stretched out just like her pussy, and she cried out in pain. She wasn't used to feeling anything put into her ass. She had tried a finger before but wasn't too keen on it. "No!" Her fingers gingerly felt around the edges of her stretched asshole. She once again pulled the skirt down in an effort to hide her holes but realized that it would be clearly visible since she wasn't able to wear any panties. Would she be able to skip without getting in shit?