[6:15AM alarm goes off] (Thursday)
Jen wakes up...
“Yep, still there,” she thought as she flexed her thighs and squeezed her pussy breast outward.
With a sigh, she got out of bed and walked over to her dresser. Most of her wardrobe was tight fitting cloths and skirts. She had a very attractive body and usually loved to show it off. "Had" being the key word there. Since Kyle’s call, she’d been gradually transforming into a bit of a freak.
Four breasts on her torso and a drooping mammary gland hanging out of an elongated vagina.
She didn't have many baggy shirts to wear and the weather was too warm for a sweatshirt or hoodie. She made due with a freebie t-shirt that she’d gotten at a concert a few years back. She hoped to avoid comments at school and this shirt was just big enough for her four breasts to be nondescript. This time, she didn't bother with a bra. She could have worn an old training bra to cover up the top row, but what was the point if the bottom set had no support.
She remembered how pissed she was at Kyle, yet she couldn't consider taking revenge. She transformed every time she hurt someone’s feeling and so far, had about five negative changes. Six if you count the extra breasts she grew when she tried to undo the curse in the mirror.
She wasn't exactly happy about the extra breasts on her torso, but thought about how big her crotch would have been if she hadn't managed to reset the first three changes when she tried to undo it.
After accidentally cursing her sister, she had come to the conclusion that this really wasn't going away. Her four breasts were permanent and she would just need to get used to them. She could still reduce the one in her pussy though.
She pulled on her underwear, gently lifting her crotch bosom up into the supportive fabric, then thought about who she’d been mean to so far.
There was that boy at school, though she felt a bit justified in that one... She was mean to her sister thanks to the dare, and she was mean to her mom after an argument. Out of her family, only Fred was left as a chance to reverse some of the transformation.
That would be a gamble, since she wasn't always nice to him. She planned to hold off on that one.
“Is that everyone, she thought?” Then she remembered their maid, Martha.
Martha was usually there for a few hours each morning.
She was almost embarrassed, thinking about how little thought she normally gave to their maid. She’d been working for her family since she was ten and Jen had always mistreated her.
Jen decided that she needed to say something nice, if not to help alleviate her bulging crotch, to simply make up for some of the mistreatment for all those years.
She pulled on a skirt, socks and shoes; then made her way downstairs...