Tags: multibreast
Jen focused on her chest. She was proud of her firm C cup breasts. Her nipples were extra sensitive and her fleshy orbs usually garnered just as much attention as her pussy when she was in the mood. She reached up and squeezed them in both hands, then felt something strange.
At the top of her torso, just under her breasts, two lumps were forming. She was scared and quickly pulled off her top to watch as nipples formed, followed by mounds of flesh. It ended when a new row of breasts hung just below her normal pair. She was in disbelief as she reached up to touch one. A gentle squeeze was all it took for her to see that they were the real deal.
After removing her bra, she walked over to the mirror to see the full extent of the change. She really didn’t look that unusual aside from the extra pair of breasts. They were positioned high enough that a large bra might actually have held both rows. Jen loved her breasts and wasn’t put off by the additions. She almost welcomed it as she gave them another squeeze.
After a moment, she heard her mom holler from down the hall. “Hurry up Jen!”
With those words, Jen snapped back to reality. She admired her doubled chest but was now a bit more concerned about leaving the house like that. She turned away from the mirror and picked up her bra. It was different; apparently it had changed when she tossed it aside.
She held it up and examined the modified shape. There were four cups now. The straps that wrapped around her back were wider and split into a Y shape where they connected to the sides. She remembered what the curse had said about her cloths, but couldn’t help but be amazed at how the bra had reconfigured itself. She felt a little silly when she realized that she was more impressed with the bra than her own chest. With some effort she pulled the four cups into place, then clipped the bra behind her back. Next she found her uniform top. It had also changed to accommodate the four breasts. She was thankful for the extra room as she pulled it into place.
She took one more look at herself in the mirror. Four breasts was definitely weird, but her cloths had adjusted. She thought about the curse and remembered how the mystery caller told her that nobody would think anything was unusual. She laughed at the concept. The fool wanted her too feel like a freak, but set it up so that nobody would think she was different?
She really didn’t know how the other kids would react, but felt optimistic in her customized clothing. She walked with a little hop in each step just to feel the four breasts bounce as she left her room to meet her mother downstairs. What could be a better test than to simply show mom the changes. She snatched her backpack from the landing and turned the corner to meet her mother.
Mom looked up and asked, “Are you ready?” As she grabbed the keys from the coffee table.
“Wait...” Jen said.
Mom stopped and looked towards her.
Jen put her arms out to her sides and said, “How do I look?”
“You look like you’re ready for a game...” Mom replied, noticing nothing but her uniform.
Jen smiled and followed her out the door. As far as she was concerned, the asshole who tried to curse her had failed...