“Damnit!” I shouted, my new ass bouncing off the wall of the shower. Again. “How do fat bottomed girls do this?!” I turned around angrily, and my booty bonked into the hose of the showerhead, which knocked all my soaps onto the floor.
“‘Fat bottomed girls’?” said a voice. “Isn’t that word what got you into this mess?” I looked up from the mess on my shower floor and saw her standing just on the other side of the glass: the witch who had cursed me. I had commented on her ass yesterday while at the supermarket, and-wait a minute.
“Your ass!” I shouted, pointing at her rear end and backing myself against the wall, stopping short when my own bottom hit the wall. She turned slightly, giving me a better view of her cute, tight little bubble butt.
“I know, isn’t it great?” she said mockingly. “But I had to put that old thick one somewhere, and lucky for you I didn’t take too kindly to some horny guy calling me a “sexy fat assed babe”, so it’s all yours now!” And with a laugh she vanished, leaving me, and my big booty, to finish my shower.
As I washed my newly lengthened hair I thought “She could have at least given me bigger boobs.”
