Jenny gingerly took a new cookie from the bowl and snapped it, pulling out the tiny strip of paper she first held it up to her face almost automatically before remembering where her eyes were located now and bringing it down to crotch level to read it.
This was the most terrifying part of her day now, this ritual of taking these tiny, life and reality altering papers, desperately hoping each day that it would be one of the three promised ‘back to normal’ cookies.
She felt tears forming in her eyes when she read the fortune on the paper,
‘You have always enjoyed having these on your chest,
But how would you feel if each ass cheek was a breast?’
“Wait what does that…” Jenny started before feeling a new and sudden rippling and shifting sensation in her ass, before she’d had time to comprehend what was happening she felt her formerly firm athletic butt suddenly shift and ripple, becoming the bouncy pertness she was more used to feeling on her chest.
Rushing to the mirror as quickly as she could Jenny stripped out of her skirt and stood looking in horror at herself, with her eyes on her pelvis it was impossible for her to see her own ass but with some manoeuvring of other mirrors in her room her fears were confirmed.
Where her ass had once been she now had perfectly formed replicas of her own breasts, complete with nipples that bounced and stretched alluringly as she flexed each leg. Panicking Jenny used her hands to cup and fondle her new ass-breasts, separating them and finding her anus still perfectly situated in her new cleavage.
“No no no!” Jenny wailed as the familiar urge to pee suddenly gripped her and she was forced to rush to the bathroom, naked from the waist down, her ass breasts bouncing and swaying with every step.
“For goodness sake Jennifer!” Her mother said angrily from the open doorway, looking down at her bottomless daughter pissing into the toilet bowl from her face. “I told you to stop flashing your face to everyone! It’s disgusting; no one wants to see you all exposed like this! This isn’t how a young lady behaves!”
Jenny sobbed quietly as the stream of piss slowed.
“Put on a panty-bra and a skirt and get your lazy ass to …” Her mother stopped and shook her head, “I’m sorry, expressions… I meant, put on a panty-bra and a skirt and get your lazy ass-breasts to school”
Jenny wiped her face, flushed and sheepishly scurried back passed her mother, to her room to dress, the bizarre sensation of her ass breasts bouncing with every step made her mewl quietly in embarrassment and frustration, could she even sit down now?
Opening her dresser drawers she felt around until she found one of the ‘panty bras’ her mother had been talking about. It looked like a regular pair of panties, but with bra cups at the back instead of normal fabric. As she stepped into it she pulled it up her long smooth legs before easing her ass breasts into the cups. She sighed awkwardly when she realised that the front panel of the garment looked like a normal pair of panties and would effectively cover her mouth.
Without another choice Jenny pulled the panties into position, the lace sitting against her lips making her deeply humiliated sense of being a pussy come right back to her. With nothing else to do, she pulled on her skirt, making sure to leave her eyes above the waist line and then dried the tears from her eyes, grabbed her bag and headed for the door.