It’s been a month since my sister increased the curse, so just about two months since I was forced to become this hot bombshell. For the past 30 days all I could wear were these sexy little clubbing dresses, even as I went out to do errands. It felt like I never left the club with all the stares and unwanted attention these breasts brought to me. I tried to be what my sister described as a ‘good girl’ for the last month, and apparently it worked. She downgraded the curse on the clothes, but not completely. I still can’t wear normal t-shirts and such, but at least they aren’t sexy little dresses. However, I still dread the fact that any clothes I have change into something sexy and girly each day.
When I woke up today, I put on my last blue shirt in hopes that it wouldn’t be that bad. Sadly, I saw in the mirror that it started to morph the moment it was over my head. The neckline of the shirt lowered and the sleeves disappeared, while the bottom of the shirt rose up to above my belly button and stopped just below my well endowed rack. It was like half of a tank top that buttoned up the front. I put on my last pair of shorts and those morphed into a nice little black skirt. I sighed and walked downstairs, my breasts jiggling in their confined top.
As I walked down the stairs, I noticed my mom sitting on the couch. She looked up at me and laughed to herself.
“Charlotte, you might need more support, that jiggling can’t be very comfortable. Plus, it looks like that top will burst if your breasts were any bigger, even by a little bit.” My cheeks went red with embarrassment as they usually do when my sister or mom point out how feminine I am. I looked down and saw that my breasts were indeed strained against the top, and the buttons looked like they would burst at any moment. I went and sat on the couch, being careful not to reveal my panties as my skirt was not long enough to hide anything sitting down. My mom looked at me again.
“Hmm, Charlotte.” She said, standing up and looking over me. “I really like the look you have going on right now. Those ample breasts, those curves.” My face was turning even more red. “That little skirt and those long legs. I think we need another photo shoot!”
“But mom-” I tried to protest, but she quickly interrupted me.
“Uh-uh, Charlotte. No arguing. You’re one hell of a knockout now, but that doesn’t mean your sister can’t increase your femininity.” I shut my mouth and followed her into the studio. “Alright, now sit on this zebra print couch here.” I did as I was told. She took a few pictures of me from different angles, telling me to pose this way and that. It was still just as embarrassing as the first time she had me model.
“Okay Charlotte, you look good, but I want to try for a sexy nerd girl, or a sexy librarian type of look.” She called my sister in, and as usual she came in with a huge grin on her face. “Honey, can you give Charlotte a sexy geek type of look?”
“Sure mom!” My sister waved her hand at my face. First, my hair spun itself into two long braids that fell down my front, separating to the sides at my breasts. Next, glasses materialized on my face. Finally, I felt a slight pressure in my lips as they became more defined from before. I looked in the mirror and saw a sexy little geek girl staring back at me.
“That looks great honey. Now Charlotte, can you unbutton the top two buttons? I want to show those magnificent breasts a bit more.” I refused. “Charlotte, unbutton those buttons.” I refused again. I wasn’t going to give up on this. “Alright Charlotte, I gave you a chance. Honey, can you fix this?”
My sister waved her hand at my chest, and I felt a similar pressure that I felt before. I didn’t want to look down, but I felt my breasts increase in size just a bit. The new size caused the buttons to pop. The top couldn’t contain my new chest.
“Thanks honey,” my mom said to my sister. “That look is perfect.”
