[6:15AM alarm goes off] (Tuesday)
Jen woke to her alarm clock. She felt a bit top heavy as she pushed herself out of bed.
She was as normal as the curse would allow, and was determined to keep it that way.
Come 7am, it would be over.
She pulled off her night gown and got dressed. Today she decided to wear a plain pink bra and a pink shirt with long sleeves that ended midway up her forearms. Even before gaining an extra pair of breasts, her chest had prevented it from reaching her waist, so she showed a little belly.
She pulled on some panties then found the skinny jeans she couldn't fit into a few days prior. She pulled them on but still had a little trouble buttoning them over the slightly raised mound. Once she managed to get the buttons in their respective loops, the pants fit and weren't painful.
She could see the top of her stretched pussy just above the waistband of the pants, but didn't pay it much mind since she knew nobody else would.
She planned to wait in her room as long as she could.
[6:55AM]
She heard the phone in the hallway ring.
There was no way in hell she’d pick that up this time.
She heard her mom holler from the master bedroom. Can one of you get that?
“Not me” She thought...
Just then, the ringing stopped.
“Hello?” Alison said.
“Jen, it’s for you!”
“Tell them I’m not here!” Jen replied.
“He says it’s important.” Alison answered.
Jen opened her door and walked to her sister, who was still holding the phone.
“What more could he possibly do to me now?” She thought, then answered, “Hello?
“Hi Jen!” Kyle answered.
“What do you want.” Jen replied.
“Just thought I’d check in on you. Your curse should end any minute now...”
“You used to be so pretty, I sure hope you didn't end up with a giant cuntbreast.”
“No Kyle, I beat your curse. I’m perfectly fine.” She said, then hung up the phone.
After a short while had passed she felt something change. Not her breasts, or her crotch. She felt...Different... In control.