She pulled her bedroom door shut and fell face first onto her bed. She didn't bother looking herself over. She knew how big everything was now. It wasn't the first time she’d dealt with these proportions.
She cursed and thought, “Why can’t I just be nice to him.”
The answer was simple: the curse.
Her mom knocked on the door.
“Jen, can I come in?” Mom asked.
Without waiting for an answer she cracked open the door and looked inside. Jen, was still crying into one of her pillows as her mom came up and sat down on the bed beside her.
“Jen, will you tell me what’s wrong?”
Jen struggled to find the words. She knew there was no point in explaining the curse. It wouldn't make since due to how “normal” everyone thought she was. Fred literally just watched her exposed breasts shrink and her groin bloat and didn't even flinch. Fortunately, her uncontrollable attitude seemed to vary depending on who she spoke with.
At that moment, she had nothing mean to say to her mom, and managed to answer, “It’s wrong... It’s all wrong.”
Jen was, of course, referring to her condition. But, her mom misread the comment and assumed that she was talking about Fred.
“Jen, I know it’s not the same, but Fred works very hard for this family and I love him very much. He came into my life when I was dealing with a lot of pain. We wouldn't be as well off now if I’d never met him.”
“I know,” She replied through another heavy sob.
“Then why do you treat him like that?” Mom asked.
“I don’t mean to...” Jen quietly answered.
With a sigh, her mom said, “Come on, sit up. I need to take your temperature.”
Jen was confused for a moment, then remembered that she had pretended to be sick that day.
“Ok...” She said as she turned on her back and pushed herself up. It was easier with less weight on her chest, but just like the previous day, her bulge was back and forced her to spread her legs to sit comfortably.
She looked down and noticed that her sweat pants had been pulled down a bit when she fell forward on the bed. On top of that, a damp spot was forming right were her hardening nipple pressed against the fabric. The top of her hood was higher up her mons and was clearly visible as the breast pushed the waistband outward. With that on her mind she didn't think much of the second row on her chest, which were still visible. She wanted to pull up her pants but she didn't have an opportunity to adjust before her mom held out the thermometer and said, “Put this in your mouth.”
“Wait... Is she’s oblivious to this as well?” Jen wondered, as she felt hints of arousal from the transformation starting to take hold.
She was sad, frustrated and gradually becoming more horny, but still had enough of her wits to perform a quick test. With one hand, Jen pretended to adjust her pants by pulling the waistband down a little further, resting it against the bottom of her dripping nipple.
“Here, put this under your tongue,” Her mom repeated, still not noticing anything out of the ordinary...
Jen stood up and faced her mother, her crotch now eye level. “Does anything look strange?” She asked, as milk soaked into her waistband.
“Aside from your attitude towards your father? No.” Her mom replied with a slight scowl.
Jen took the thermometer and placed it in her mouth.
“I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.”
“You really should apologize to him.” She added, then left the room.
Horny, but not as angry, she decided that it might be best to use the sink for another fake reading. She didn't need a serious temp, just something to blame her outburst on.
She did the sink trick and managed to fake a 101°F reading.
“Still running a fever, but a lot lower than yesterday.” Her mom said, taking the thermometer.
“You know, Fred really thought you had turned over a new leaf this morning.”
“Then this?”
“Don’t you realize how much you hurt his feelings? What is your sister supposed to think when she sees you two arguing?”
“Don’t I realize?...More than you can imagine...” Jen thought, imagining herself to be some sort of perverted version of Pinocchio.
“Just... Tell him I’m sorry...”
“Why don’t you tell him?” Her mom replied.
“I just... I can’t right now.” Jen said, knowing that she would be a ticking time bomb if she tried to talk to him again.
“Fine. But if you two fight again I’m going to ground you for another week.”
“Ugh, fine,” Jen replied, this time with a hint of her typical attitude.
“It’s late, you’d better take a shower and get some sleep,” her mom said, “If you’re lucky you’ll be over this bug in time for class on Monday”
With that, her mom left her alone...