She thought back to the call...
That awful disclaimer echoed in her mind, “This curse can’t be undone, if you try you’ll grow another pair.”
Fortunately, she wasn't sprouting more breasts. Apparently that only happened if she tried to undo it by herself; or perhaps that could only happened once.
Enough time had passed that it was apparent that other’s couldn't undo the curse either. She decided that it was best not to try that anymore for fear of ending up with six breasts. Well, seven if you count the little one in her pussy.
She went to check on her sister. Alison was looking at herself in the mirror and fondling her new breasts. She didn't seem disappointed at all.
Jen asked with a hint of sincerity, “You ok?”
“JEN!, This is great. They’re just as big as yours. My nipples have never been this tingly” She squeaked.
Jen couldn't help but smile at the comment. She realized that to her younger sister, her four breasts were totally normal. Alison should know that she used to have two, but because of Jen’s curse, an extra row didn't seem out of the ordinary. Jen was relieved but still felt guilty for bringing her sister into this. Alison continued to fondle and explore herself in Jen’s bathroom. Jen didn't think much of it. Their parent’s wouldn't be home for a couple more hours so she heated up some leftover casserole, not paying any mind to the small mess she made, then took care of some homework in the dining room.
Alison, still very ecstatic about her breasts paid her a visit as she was finishing up some math problems. She was still topless and asked if she could try on some of Jen’s bras. Seeing her sister with four D cups made her blush as she replied, “knock yourself out.”
She finished up her homework and felt the need to relieve herself. Since Alison was still in her room, she used the bathroom in the hallway. It was easier to pee this time since her pussy boob wasn't sagging down enough to cover her urethra. She flushed, wiped, then decided to watch a bit of TV to take her mind off things. Eventually, it was time to turn in for the night.
Her sister was now lying on her bed squeezing her lower breasts and giggling to herself. The top row was hoisted up in one of Jen’s sexy lace bras.
It wasn't very late, but Jen knew her parents would be home soon. She politely asked Alison to go so she could take a shower and get ready for bed. She’d rather be sleeping than have to talk with her mom, given the argument they had that morning.
Alison, was too busy with her new assets and ignored Jen.
Jen wasn't surprised. After-all, If she suddenly grew four sensitive D cup breasts at the age of 12, she’d have probably spent a few hours playing with them as well...
In any case, it was her bedroom. Jen repeated herself and Alison, being rebellious, said “I don’t want to, I’m having fun. Why don’t you leave.”
Jen, now annoyed, raised her voice and said: “YOU HAVE YOUR OWN ROOM, GO PLAY WITH YOUR BOOBS IN THERE!”
“FINE!” Alison yelled as she ran out of the room.
“Shit...” Jen thought as her body began to change. She felt her top two rows of breasts shrink down.
In a matter of seconds she was horny again. Her labia spread apart while her opening extended up her mons. The breast pushed out, glistening with juices while the nipple hardened.
“Fuck,” she thought. Her knees quivering as she walked slightly bow-legged to the door to pull it shut. She pulled off her sweater and skirt, then turned on the shower. Once the water had warmed up, she stepped in...