This time Sam decided to say transform. She had no idea why, it just felt like the right thing to do.
“Transform? Why the heck did you pick...” Jen began. “Why did you...”
She trailed off as the dare began to sabotage the curse for a third time.
“... For your transformation, you will grow four additional breasts down your torso.”
Jen shook out of the trance. “What... No!... That’s not what I wanted...”
It was too late. Sam’s breasts moved up to make room as four new bumps appeared. They grew until they matched the her original pair. She gasped as each new nipple rubbed into her shirt. Jen promptly forgot everything she had said the moment the the transformation ended.
“What the fuck...” She exclaimed as she noticed the four new breasts under Sam’s shirt. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?” Sam asked as she felt them.
“No...” Jen replied.
Before either of them could continue, the bell rang for their first class.
“Shit!” Sam cursed. “I don’t suppose you’d mind skipping first period?”
Jen glared at her. “As if we have a choice?”
There was no way in hell she’d leave that bathroom with torch nipples. She drove the point home by turning the deadbolt to keep anyone else from entering the room. Sam offered no objections. It’s not like she would be any better off with six breasts. She held the phone so both of them could see and hit play...