Juicyburger
 
 
"Dude! Leave off the upholstery man!" Josh groaned frustratedly as his friend Nathan pulled his shoes up onto the passenger seat. The freckled teen ran his fingers through his short ruddy, yet brown curled hair. A habit he'd had when he was annoyed or worked up in one way or another.
 
 
"Aww… put a lot of effort into making it all pretty did you girly?" Nathan continued to push Josh's buttons, staring into the driver's deep brown eyes with his own sky-blues. The fair skinned lad mimicked Josh's compulsion through his own spiked blonde hair to salt it a bit.
 
 
"Piss off." Josh then grumped, returning his gaze forward.
 
 
"A'right. Can it, you two. You're giving me a headache.This'll be our last month before college." called Tyrone, ever the voice of reason, from the backseat. The trio had been best friends for years. They were practically brothers, and he knew better than any of them how annoying little brothers could be. His handsome dark complexion only seemed to show his musculature off all the more as he folded his arms in a simple 'Enough!' gesture that was silent, but well heard in its own way.
 
 
"Yeah yeah..." Nathan relented, sitting back down properly. "Come on Josh. You know I'm only messing with you right?"
 
 
"I know. It's just… I got a date with Xera Amiri this weekend, you know? Wanna leave a good impression." Josh explained. With that, the boys pulled up to the gaudy neon sign of their first stop for the night. The local ma-and-pa burger joint. Juicyburger. All three had heard stories of this place. One girl Josh had spoken to even made the assertion that, if one knew exactly what to order… the food could be… life changing.
 
 
"The lizard girl? Isn't she gay?" Nathan replied, rather pointedly as the group pushed the glass doors open to enter the 60s styled restaurant.
 
 
"Eh. No one can resist this." Josh answered, giving himself a beat on the chest. "Maybe she's a little bi-curious or something. She said yes anyway so what are you fussing about now?"
 
 
"Naw man. You just wanna try the fruit that's outta your reach." Tyrone spoke up, grabbing a menu from the exasperated, raven haired waitress that stood at the end of the table they sat at. "That's a dangerous game you're playin' man. Every bit of it's set to blow up in your face an' hurt both of you."
 
 
"Come on man. Don't pretend you wouldn't jump at that chance."
 
 
Tyrone simply shrugged, scanning the menu for what was on offer.
 
 
Unbeknownst to the small gaggle of guys, their server was intently listening to their conversation, even as she gave every effort to appear as unamused, and non-present as possible. Something about it both annoyed and intrigued her. This would be an opportunity for the girl to stretch her legs in a discipline she hadn't practiced in some time…
 
 
"Oh. Just to let you guys know…" she finally began to speak up, leveling her emerald eyes on the group. Something about her voice just… demanded attention, summoning all of their gazes to her. "We're trying a new recipe here. The Triple Juiceyburger E. seventy-five percent off since we're, you know… looking for feedback…"
 
Josh paused. Something about the way she spoke sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t fear, or even uncertainty. Rather, it was curiosity. There was a mysterious allure to the girl, and her offer somehow carried with it a certain heft, like the stereotypical fantasy merchant, peddling her cursed wares, for a price other than just gold. “Sounds like a plan!” he blurted, almost before he had a chance to think about it. Something seemed to stir within him at her offer. After all, he’d heard about how special the grub here was. Why not give a bit of gastronomic experimentation a chance?
 
 
—
 
 
As the three of them chowed down like it was their last meal, each of them was sure of a strange aftertaste that none of them could quite place. It wasn’t unpalatable, by any definition. Rather, it had a certain novelty that practically consumed every ounce of their attention, as though something were being revealed to their subconscious. The trio spent much of the rest of the day bowling and haunting the local stripmall, each of them distracted for reasons they couldn’t have possibly considered. They were tired. Spent, like their bodies were burning through calories at an obscene rate. By the time Josh had taken everyone home and driven back to his own, he could barely keep his eyes open. With some effort, he remained conscious just long enough to enter, lock the door, and collapse into his bed without giving the blanket a thought.
 
 
The next day came with a pounding headache. Josh struggled to rise to all fours, finding that something felt… off, about his balance. It was almost as though his shirt had suddenly gained two dozen pounds, at least. Far more bizarre however, was the hefty thump it made, as he fell back to sit on his haunches.
 
 
"Ugh… gawd. We didn't… drink… last…" He stopped himself. Something about his voice wasn't right at all. "Hello?"
 
 
There was no mistaking it. His pitch was higher. It was almost as though his voice was someone else's entirely. In an increasingly anxious state, he rushed for the bathroom, finding that his jeans now felt almost painfully tight around his hips…
 
 
Struggling to get his eyes to awaken with the rest of his body, Josh blinked several times as his vision adjusted. Though some part of him, in the back of his mind that he hadn't entertained before now, expected what he saw, it nonetheless shocked him to his core. The square, chiseled face that ordinarily looked back at him, was instead replaced by the unmistakable, soft visage of a young woman. His hands rose to feel softly rounded cheeks and a dainty jaw that somehow felt simultaneously alien, and familiar.
 
 
"Wh-what the hell?" He took several steps back, allowing himself to examine the… added mass he'd felt when he woke up. "H-how are they so big?!" He put a hand to his mouth, realizing that his neighbors might hear him, though, his free hand continued to sus out these new… appendages. The massive mammaries were sensitive. Extremely so… and firm, yet supple at the same time. Nervously, he pulled his shirt up, some part of him feeling like a peeping tom, even if… it was… his… body. All the same, it was hard not to stare. Surreal wasn't the word for it. Impossible was more appropriate.
 
 
"Wait. Does this also mean…" A quick examination down below answered his concern. There was no denying it now…
 
 
"Wh-wha… When did… How did…" As his thoughts slowly bubbled outward through his new voice, Josh wasn't quite sure if he was overreacting, underreacting, or somehow at both extremes at the same time. "I-I gotta go see the guys…"
 
 
—
 
 
There was a certain place all three had unspokenly known to meet, if they ever needed each other. As childish as it seemed, it had always been 'their spot' or 'the hangout' as they grew older. There was a certain anxiety in the center of his gut, as two strange women stood under the Olsen Street Bridge, while the sound of slowly running water babbled through the concrete channel there.
 
 
"Josh?" came the dainty voice of one of the girls as he approached. A fair skinned blonde with soulful blue eyes…
 
 
"Yeah… Not gonna lie. I'm glad it wasn't just me…" Josh exhaled sharply.
 
 
"Speak for yourself! This is the worst day of my life! What if we can't turn back?" came the blonde, who Josh presumed to be Nathan both from complexion and attitude.
 
 
"Let's just take a chill pill." replied the third woman. Her own voice was deep for a woman, but nonetheless distinctly feminine. Given her lovely, ebony tone, Josh took her for Tyrone. "We're still good. Still us right? Let's take a step back and try to figure this out, alright?"
 
 
—
 
 
The trio proceeded to aimlessly wander about, bickering back and forth about what exactly might have caused this. The shadow of the bridge gave way to a familiar old, overgrown concrete walkway, which in turn led to the same, aging stripmall they'd spent hundreds at when they were younger. Video games stores, music merchants, street artists. There were a lot of familiar faces here… but ironically enough, not their own.
 
 
It wasn't long in fact, before they were certain that a few dirty glares had pointed themselves at the "new girls" as it were. All three of them huddled together slightly, now on the receiving end of the same antics they themselves once partook in. It was… eye opening, among other things.
 
 
"Hey there sweet things!" A familiar voice stirred them from their conspiratorially whispering discussion. A subsequent quick glance to its origin drew a cringe from each of them. It was Brad… the nauseatingly womanizing local sportstar from their highschool days just a year ago. To make matters worse, he still had that same smug aura, despite having already seemed to have let himself go a bit. He quickly took the… initiative, to insert himself in the middle of the group, flashing sickly confident smiles in each of their directions. "Don't recognize you three, and I never forget a gaggle of cuties like you…" Moments later his gaze, shiver inducing for all the wrong reasons, fixed itself on Josh's newly… loud torso. "We just visiting or… planning on sticking around?"
 
 
Josh felt a growing knot grow in her throat as well as a burning uncomfortable ache in the back of her head. Utterly at a loss for words, all she could respond with was an embarrassed blush and a slight scowl. The latter of which this fallen alpha male didn't seem to pick up on. Suddenly she felt very out of her element, begrudgingly enjoying the attention but not where it was coming from.
 
 
Fortunately for her however, she didn't have to put up with it for long, as both Tyrone and Nathan were quick to prance up to the loser. They were all smiles, flirts, and giggles… Right up until the point Tyrone tweaked Brad's nose.
 
 
"Buzz off wannabe." the dark skinned heroine boldly commanded.
 
 
"Don't think we didn't see the gross way you were undressing our girl here with your eyes." Nathan added, standing between the bigot and Josh.
 
 
Brad simply stood there, dumbfounded, as Josh felt a new type of warm feeling well up within her. It was only moments later that Brad stormed off, angrily and humiliatedly muttering something under his breath.
 
 
It appeared that would be the end of it. Moments later the girls were back to wandering about, fruitlessly trying to trace what happened to them. It was magic. Had to have been, but no one fessed up to meeting any kind of hexer…
 
 
—
 
 
After an hour of pointless ambling, and awkwardly being oggled by numerous passersby, the friends were no closer to any sort of consensus on exactly what happened, and there was more than a little frustration simmering, doubly when paired with the conflicting feelings of unease and affirmation at the consideration of their apparent beauty.
 
 
"Okay let's try something else." Josh continued, countering the loop of conversation they'd been stuck in. "To prevent any confusion or… embarrassment… maybe we should… come up with some… different names?" His new voice cracked a bit as he suggested it, betraying his uncertainty.
 
 
"How's that going to help us get back?" Nathan snapped, all that protectiveness from earlier hardening a bit. They were like an older brother or… perhaps sister now. They'd always been that way though. Nobody could raise their voice to her friends except her, apparently.
 
 
"It could help us focus on what we need, rather than… I dunno…"
 
 
"Okay then… You start."
 
 
Josh froze for a moment. "Okay uh… J-Joshua, Josh, J-Joss, Josie… Joslin?"
 
 
"Works for me." Tyrone shrugged. "In that same vein, I'll go with… Theresa…"
 
 
"Fine… if we're going to do this…" Nathan paused to consider. "Natalie for me…" she grumped. "Now can we please get back to figuring out how to fix this?"
 
 
At that moment, something sprang to Joslin's mind, like a kick to the back of her head. There'd only been one thing they'd all partaken in equal measure. One thing that stood out in memory as unusual. The restaurant. They'd never tried the place before…
 
 
"Hey guys I…"
 
 
The others stopped their discussion to look pointedly at the girl.
 
 
Once more she clammed up, paralyzed, and unable to speak her mind for some reason.
 
 
"Yeah?" Natalie gave an exasperated sigh.
 
 
"I-I think…" Joslin took a moment to gather her mind, but the words that followed were not what she planned. "Wh-why don't we go back to my place? Buncha p-pretty girls hanging in an aging scam trap like this… Doesn't that seem a little… you know… inappropriate?"
 
 
"Since when are you miss etiquette?" Natalie asked bluntly.
 
 
"Pretty?" Theresa's smiling face communicated a joking demeanor, but the sharp sass still stung a bit. "You two wish you ended up as hot as me."
 
 
Joslin's face grew red, and she reached down to crumple the hem of her overtight shirt. "I-I mean it! Last thing we want is to call attention to ourselves right?"
 
 
The silence over the next few seconds as all three of them pondered this, was deafening. While each of them was cognizant about what had happened, none of them had begun to really internalize about what it might mean for their futures, or how people might see them differently than before… until now.
 
 
"Yeah… Yeah I guess you're right." admitted Theresa to finally break the awkwardness. "But we're swinging by my place to grab some drinks." She paused… "For AFTER we hole up at Josh… Jos's place. Minimum age be damned. Just gotta put the keys somewhere safe. Bet we all could use a drink." She gave Natalie a stern gaze. "And loosen up a bit."
 
 
—
 
 
The drive was silent. It was a time for introspection, and they were all tired of metaphorically spinning their wheels. Each of them had been certain the others spent an awkward amount of time examining each other, and though they all convinced themselves it was purely out of morbid curiosity, deep down they knew there was something primal behind it. The exact mechanism was different, which only made it more intriguing, but the end result was the same as when they saw a girl on any other day. They wanted to see more of each other…
 
 
At first, there was at least… some attempt at subtlety. A sideways glance here. An "accidental" nudge there. However as time passed on and beer cans emptied, each of the girls began to grow more and more adventurous in their experimentation, feigned apologies and awkwardly out-of-place broisms faded away, giving place to all but direct molestation, and in time even that last line would be crossed.
 
 
"Heh. Don't think I don't see the way you're checking me out…" a drunken Natalie accused the much shyer Joslin, getting the latter to look away, blushing wildly. "Don't you know what goes around comes around?" With that she leaned forward, practically planting her face deep within the hidden valley between. "How do you feel more real than most girls I've been with hmm?" Natalie reached up and drunkenly tweaked a nipple, getting a shocked squeak of insincere protest from Joslin.
 
 
In fact, once they had settled into the apartment with their booze, both friends appeared almost exclusively interested in Joslin's obscenely generous bust as time went on. Even the ordinarily more chill Tyrone… now Theresa seemed to have lost any inhibition. As their eyes constantly drank in Joslin's perfectly round ladies, their hands were already practically magnetically locked into the fatty, milky orbs. It was as if they were both physically suckling from them already.
 
 
Natalie's touch was the harshest. Presently, her fingers tauntingly tightened over and rolled around Joslin's flesh in an almost vicelike grip, as if she were trying to milk a cow, and just as Joslin began to adjust to this roughness, Theresa joined in. Each finger in this moment was like an individual singer in a chorus of tactile sensuality. Joslin could make out every inch of touch. Sensitive wasn't the word. Her new breasts were a nexus of lewd sensation, currently shooting two dozen jolts of pleasure up to her brain. One for each finger, and one for each palm.
 
 
In fact the confused girl couldn't deny that her breasts were receiving a disproportionate amount of attention. Every glancing touch seemed to send a twinge of delight shooting up and down her spine like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was positively electric to her and she wasn't certain how to feel about it. Being the center of attention like this was… exhilarating. Shamefully so. Was it really that, in this slice of time, they simply saw her as nothing more than a pair of tits with legs?
 
 
It only took a half-hour before the trio had accumulated fifteen crushed cans on Joslin's old, scratched coffee table, with three more divided in their hands.
 
 
"Yeah… Dayum if you didn't get lucky with them gazongas girl!" Theresa sloshily sang out, continuing their now loosened discussion essentially affirming what Joslin was thinking. She made a theatrical point of once again gripping and exploring the massive mammaries Joslin had sprouted. "I mean… I still think this number is a real winner…" She gave herself a solid smack on the rear. If the three of them, she'd developed the most motherly hips, with a backside to match. "But can't deny you two got some goodies too…"
 
 
Drunk as all three of them were, a collective "Boy… it's hot in here…" was functional enough of an excuse to proceed with what each of them were considering, but none were willing to voice directly. First the pants were tossed aside, before the shirts were discarded against the door. None of them had a bra to their name, understandably… so their suddenly out-of-place boxers were the last to meet the floor.
 
 
The alcohol softened exploration that followed was awkward, heated, and unbearably wild and passionate. Now without a layer of fabric to soften the blow, Joslin's body was particularly overwhelmed as the assault of gropes didn't slow down a moment.
 
 
For their parts Natalie's protestations were simple and hollow. Theresa found herself quite an excellent lead, herding her friends into various positions both predictable and curious. The fact that Joslin's bust was particularly reactive did not escape her, and she was certain not to relent in the slightest.
 
 
For Joslin, she found herself the most shy, contrary to her more masculine side. Still, she was willing, and despite what she told herself, eager, to play her part. Nonetheless she always needed a bit of a push from Theresa, or a taunt from Natalie before taking the next step. Both of her fellow… converts frequently made a point of testing just how supple her new jugs really were, and though she found it more than a little objectifying, some deeper part of her adored the attention. She wasn't sure if this was penance for the way she'd looked at women before. If so it was… ineffectual. Some small part of her did feel guilty, now knowing what it was like, but it was a guilty pleasure. She was experiencing her own taste in women vicariously through her friends, and for the moment, she didn't want it to end.
 
 
As all things do however, it had to eventually. After easily two hours of feeling… experimenting, and prodding, the girls passed out. None of them were sure exactly for how long they'd been under, but a sobering realization washed over them all at what they'd done. Without saying a word, the inexperienced women set about cleaning up after themselves, each wearing a jacket to hide the awkwardness under at least one additional layer.
 
 
"So… wh-what do we do now?" Joslin finally asked, breaking an hour of introspective silence.
 
 
"Not sure…" Theresa answered rather simply. "We can try to cover our tracks from yesterday."
 
 
Joslin felt something stir within her again. "Wh-what about the burger place? It's the only one we'd never been to before then…" Why had she stalled saying this before? Did she… not want the others to consider it? Did she not… want a reversal? She looked down abashedly, as though the others could somehow read her mind.
 
Fortunately, that paranoia was all in her head, as Natalie hit the palm of one hand with the fist of the other. “That’s it!” She practically leapt out of her seat. “I thought that waitress was a bit off. You don’t think she was…"
 
 
—
 
 
The drive back to Juicyburger was quiet, and just a touch awkward. The seat belts felt more than a little bit tighter given their additional… upper mass. Joslin in particular was a bit constricted, being by far the most cursed, or blessed, depending on who was asking.
 
 
The big, glowing burger atop the restaurant wasn't exactly a familiar sight, but it was a strangely heavy one, as they pulled up. The group wasn't sure if they should feel relieved or unnerved to see the same waitress working the only table with customers that evening. When she turned to see them, almost immediately seeming to recognize them, they leaned more towards the latter.
 
 
"Why, who might these lovely ladies be?" Her voice was decidedly melodious, if smarmy, in a way.
 
 
"Oh cut it out." Natalie was clearly not having the pleasantries tonight.
 
 
"Why, whatever do you mean?"
 
 
"Look." Theresa stepped forward to avoid letting Natalie's hotheadedness get the troupe in more trouble. "We know you're the one who potioned us… There aren't that many witches in town, and this is the only new place we went to last night."
 
 
The girl gave an impish smile. "Guilty, I suppose."
 
 
"Isn't that… I dunno…" Joslin rubbed her arm nervously. "Illegal? To potion someone against their will?"
 
 
"Not at all. It's considered a cultural heritage activity, and protected." explained the waitress. "Besides, you need to chill out." She gave a pointed glance in Natalie's direction. "The concoction I gave you was temporary anyway…"
 
 
The three former bros exchanged glances.
 
 
"Really?" Theresa finally asked, breaking an exclamatory silence.
 
 
"One-hundred-percent." dryly continued the witch. "I had a bone to pick with you three, but you're not the worst jocks I've ever dealt with either."
 
 
Natalie was the first to give an indignant huff, before Joslin responded with a much more meek "Why?"
 
 
"I heard your conversation last night. "Bragging about getting a gay drake gal to agree to go out with you. Doesn't sound very cool…"
 
 
Joslin felt a twinge of guilt shoot down her spine.
 
 
"You know she probably just agreed to make you get over her. Sounds like a shy one."
 
 
Theresa gave her newly busty friend a long, knowing look but said nothing.
 
 
"Y-yeah. I guess you're right."
 
 
Natalie's quick temperament already seemed to have run its course, and any anger had been replaced with relief. "Well… no harm I guess… if it will all be temporary. We'll just… be more considerate in the future." she assured the witch, even as she glanced in Joslin's direction. "Right?"
 
 
"You b-bet." Joslin replied with a forced smile. "S-so… how long does the potion last?"
 
 
The group's curser didn't seem entirely convinced of their repentant words, but did soften her tone somewhat. "Until the end of this weekend." she explained, keeping her eyes on Joslin. "After your scheduled date…"
 
 
All three felt something gnaw at the pit of their stomach, but none of them dared to argue, potentially worsening their situation. Joslin could feel the slightly accusatory looks from the others, but for the moment, everyone was keeping their peace.
 
 
"Now, if you'll excuse me… I have a job to get back to." said the witch as she started back towards the kitchen.
 
 
"Wait!" The word escaped Joslin's lips like a convict fleeing a prison during an earthquake. Surprising even her.
 
 
The witch only partially looked back at that, giving a broad, knowing smile. "I don't do requests so soon after a hex honey. Come back in a few weeks and we'll talk."
 
 
For the moment, Joslin's friends brushed the odd exchange off, but things would become more obvious in time…
 
 
—
 
 
The following week passed by in a dizzying whirl, even if the friends spent most of the time holed up alone, or with each other. Now and again, Theresa would brave a restaurant to grab food for everyone, and Joslin even dared to go bra hunting one evening, but that was the extent of their extroversion.
 
 
Natalie spent most of her curse playing video games, pairing up with Joslin most frequently. The two had even made a secondary, meta game of it all. The loser of each match shedded an article of clothing. As much as Natalie professed eagerness for everything to go back to normal, she'd grown to enjoy these mutual bouts of sensualism. Particularly when it became apparent that the ordinarily MLG Joslin seemed to be off her game…
 
 
"That's four in a row Jos." exclaimed the blonde smugly, as her brunette friend unstrapped her new bra. "Let's see those puppies."
 
 
Joslin gave an exaggerated pout. She might have been able to fool her proud friend, but she was done lying to herself. She'd thrown the games on purpose, trouncing Natalie in the first round only to avoid suspicion. Something about having her body be admired like this landed perfectly for her, and within moments the fabric that had strained against her chest had met the ground.
 
 
Soon enough they were "clothed" with something else however. Specifically, Natalie's palms and fingers. Once more, they probed and poked, and squeezed and massaged Joslin's girthy chest mounds until the brunette could no longer stifle her moans. As she had several other times over the last few days, Natalie attacked those honeys like a starving animal stumbling into a ripened pair of fruit. Joslin was sure of herself now, she didn't ever want this to end. She needed that potion. She needed that witch…
 
 
—
 
 
Time nonetheless moved on however, unconcerned with Joslin's newfound slice of paradise. Before long there was only a day before their voices deepened again. And this evening, Joslin had a responsibility to hold up.
 
 
"Everything okay?" Joslin asked the bored, sullen looking drake, who's tail lazily swished back and forth.
 
 
"Hmm?" Xera looked up, noticing the busty human for the first time. "Oh… Yeah. I was supposed to meet a guy tonight, but they never showed." She stood up and stretched. "Not that broken up about it though. I'm not into men. Just agreed cuz he was persistent. Thought I'd be the bigger person and just try to politely hit the… you know… straight friend thing with him. We met over liking the same games, and he was friendly enough, so I didn't want to go all righteous fury on him."
 
 
Joslin squirmed uncomfortably. This was the right thing to do, but knowing that didn't make it any less difficult. Who knew? With a favor from the witch and… a touch of honesty, maybe something real could blossom here.
 
 
"So uh…" she nonetheless choked the very next moment, unable to start with the truth. "Y-you like girls? I-I mean… I don't mean to… try and rebound you. I-I've been… thinking about e-experimenting and…" The girl shook her head and closed her eyes tightly. *No Joslin no!* She scolded herself for being such an utter, trembling wreck. She'd never bombed this hard in her old body, not to mention that she was lying through her teeth. By now she'd played with Natalie and Theresa plenty of times as a girl. Why was this so hard? "I-I mean… Sorry. I'm just… If you…"
 
 
Xera gave a warm, almost ecstatic smile. Joslin couldn't have known this, but the drake had a certain… thing for popping a gal's gay cherry. With a confident strut, she whipped around, both physically and in mood, to gently yet assertively take the human's hands into her own. "Aww… No need to be shy hun. We're both adults here, and like I said, I was just going to try and friendzone the guy. You're not taking advantage of me or anything."
 
 
The way Xera then ran her fingers through Joslin's hair next might have been seen as crossing a line to many, but to Joslin, it was a catnip moment. She felt her senses dull, and her body tingle. Touch was affirming to her. It made her feel… real, and desirable. The stuttering, unintelligible mess of words that poured from her lips following the act was all Xera needed to know.
 
 
"Why don't we just… grab a coffee. There's a place right next to my apartment and…"
 
 
Joslin felt something leap in her chest. She recognized a bedroom hussle when she saw one. She'd tried it once or twice as Josh. Still, the green girl in front of her was suddenly so charismatic and confident that all she could muster was a meek "Th-th-that sounds n-nice…"
 
 
Xera's smile would have lit up an entire football field. Within moments she was quickly, yet carefully leading the top-blessed human through block after block of the city. There was a certain romantic air about, now that the crowds had thinned out, and every building was contributing to the urban light show. The quaint little ma and pa cafe the drake had mentioned only cemented the mood. Dimly lit, filled with the scent of roasting coffee beans, and quiet enough for each to hear the other breathe. It was the perfect avenue to ease into the rest of the night…
 
 
—
 
 
Xera's energy was considerably higher than it had been a week ago, when Josh had first made their move. Something about the way she spoke made Joslin want to hang on every word. As Josh, they'd thought themselves quite the charismatic player, but they had nothing on this lesbian lizard's tongue.
 
 
"No way! I haven't thought of that game for years, but now I'm all nostalgic over it." came Xera's continuation of their conversation. She'd shifted to sit at a diagonal angle against the back of the chair, which only made her look even more casual and approachable.
 
 
"It's a classic for a reason." replied Joslin, as she looked around, noticing that the two were the only customers remaining.
 
 
Xera picked up immediately on her impromptu date's gaze, and decided that now was the time to pounce. "Looks like they're gearing up to shut down. You uhh… wanna keep chatting over at my place?"
 
 
Joslin swallowed hard. She knew exactly where this was going. Up until this point she'd thought she was fully experienced with physicality in her new body, but the realization just hit her… Her "bros" were one thing, but the cute drake from her highschool days, who she'd only chatted with a few times, was another thing entirely. In an instant, that shy new girl in town mindset was back. "Oh! U-uh.. sure! If you don't mind h-having me." she finally said with a smile.
 
 
"The opposite actually. I'm really enjoying your company~" With that, Xera smoothly slid from her chair to saunter over towards Joslin's side. Without a word, she pulled the human's chair back slightly and in gentlemanly fashion offered a hand, which only made Joslin's heart pitterpat all the more.
 
 
"Th-thank you." Joslin's face was rose colored, as she took the hand and remained close, all the way out the door and across the street. Towards the apartment complex that the lizard mentioned earlier. The two didn't speak much on the way. They didn't have to. Another conversation would have broken the mystique and romance.
 
 
—
 
 
Following a long, contemplative elevator ride halfway up the building's height, Xera led Joslin down the art-deco patterned hallway to her room. Joslin could feel her heart pounding. The drake had done well for herself since highschool it seemed. This place was the furthest from some urban decay armpit, and as the door opened to a clean, minimalist, angularly decorated residence, Joslin couldn't help but feel a bit like some country hick by comparison.
 
 
"Grab a seat anywhere. Do you drink?" the drake offered.
 
 
"D-do I… but we just… O-oh. I see what you mean." Joslin once again became flush with embarrassment, but Xera only seemed to find the redness cuter, given her smile. "Y-yeah. A little of the… g-good… juice sounds good."
 
 
Xera produced two cans of some kind of sweet lager. Or at least Joslin thought it was such. She still technically was under twenty-one, so she was far from an expert, but it wasn't as though she hadn't already bent the rules a bit. What was a little romantic sip after all?
 
 
It would have taken even less than that sip, in fact, before Joslin was willing to play the part of loosened sweetheart. Despite her awkward jitteriness, the girl simply couldn't wait. Theresa and Natalie were gorgeous but… Xera was classy. She was graceful and refined in both her behavior and movements. Rather than go straight for the kill, the drake gingerly cuddled up beside the human on the couch. The two slowly emptied their drinks while Xera wrapped her free arm around Joslin's shoulders, leaning her head in to nuzzle into her neck. She made smalltalk about this game or that… One event back in their school days or another… In the end however, both were only interested in one thing.
 
 
Finally, the lizard made the first move, gently unbuttoning the frilled, white shirt Joslin had landed on for the night. She then softly pulled the fabric apart as if she were separating the petals of a delicate flower. Finally, after giving Joslin a moment to breathe, her fingers reached around to unstrap the frilled, black, extra-large bra that kept her bosom restrained, getting a gasp from its owner.
 
 
"You're really blessed…" observed the drake, as her hands proceeded to hover over Joslin's chest. "May I?"
 
 
Joslin simply nodded her head, too flustered to give a verbal response.
 
 
The moment Xera's palms touched her areola was once again absolutely electric. Joslin let out a loud groan and practically melted into the sofa. Of course a lady knew how best to stimulate a woman's breasts. Xera was a veteran at this point, and Joslin was ready to give in to her superior officer.
 
 
Xera's thumbs applied just the right amount of pressure over her areola, indenting the tips just enough to send a rush of intensity across the mountains, and tilting up and down over the nipples as if flicking tiny levers back and forth. "Do you like a bit of… sensual taunting?" Xera asked, beginning to circle around the most sensitive spot.
 
 
"I… t-taunting? I've never tried it… maybe…"
 
 
"Mhhh… what if I were to call you a pretty cow?"
 
 
Joslin bit her lip. Xera's tone wasn't at all cruel, though it did carry a sort of authority to it. To the newly minted woman, it was a delicious flip of position from when she had been… differently equipped. It was exciting, yet also comforting. She imagined herself as a timid little heifer on a farm, and Xera was her big, strong farmer. "U-um… moo?"
 
 
Xera's grin grew wider, and she then shifted to squeezing Joslin's breasts at the base, and ever so slightly pulling outward, as if trying to squeeze out a fortune in milk. "That's my good Bessie. Be sure to behave though. You know what happens to naughty cows?"
 
 
Joslin shivered. This was Xera's first time crossing into more blatantly dominant territory. It was unnerving, and yet… beyond exciting. "I-I'll be good ma'am! I p-promise!"
 
 
The drake simply chuckled. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one. She knew it…
 
 
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Once again, as though time had conspired to flee from the girl, the rest of the night had passed in the blink of an eye for Joslin. Xera made sure to open as many new avenues as possible to her new human lover, and now Joslin was certain… She wanted to stay this way. Forever. She wanted to be the girl of her friend group. She wanted to be Xera's cow. She wanted to experience love from this angle, every single day of her life. She needed to…
 
 
Suddenly her bliss shifted to a moment of panic as she noticed the lazy morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. In her reverie, she'd almost forgotten. Today was the day her 'curse' ended. Nervously she looked down. Okay good…they're still there… That relief sank to the pit of her stomach however, when she reached up to confirm the continued existence of her massive mammaries with her hands. Are they… smaller?
 
 
Her eyes widened. Thankfully it seemed Xera wasn't in the bedroom, but by the smell of things, she was in the kitchen.
 
 
Joslin swallowed. She couldn't stay for breakfast. Not rapidly… diminishing as she was. She needed an excuse. An apology. In a practically frenzied haze she looked about for her clothes. Nowhere. They had to still be in the living room.
 
 
With that, the anxious girl darted out, getting a smirking smile from the drake in the adjacent room, while the sound of bacon sizzling filled the air.
 
 
"Hey there Bessie. Are you hungry?" Any other time Xera's voice might have sent Joslin's heart aflutter, but now, they only hammered home how little time the human had.
 
 
"I-I'm sooooo s-sorry Xera." she began. "I-I'd love to stick around a bit longer but… I totally forgot I have a job interview today! A-and I only have a few minutes left till…" She stopped there, instead fidgeting for dramatic effect.
 
 
Xera frowned. "Aww… I'd like to spend a bit more time with my new cow, but…" She herself gave a thesbianic sigh. "I suppose I understand… You won't begrudge me getting your digits though will you?"
 
 
"N-not at all! It's three-one-one…" Again she paused… That was Justin's number. Joslin didn't have a cell phone of her own… "A-actually I forgot…I uh… recently changed providers and… they're still dragging their feet."
 
 
"Email then?" Xera offered, wanting to be upset, but nonetheless finding Joslin's jitteriness adorable.
 
 
"S-sure!" Joslin glanced about, looking for something to write with, until her host was gracious enough to provide a pen and notepad. "I-I really hate to just dart on you but…"
 
 
"Oh, life happens hon." Xera smiled sensually, taking in Joslin's still nude form. For the moment she didn't seem to notice any changes. "I'll be holding you to a makeup session though." she added, before stealing a kiss. When their lips finally parted, she gave a romantic moment for contemplation, before continuing. "Oh! Before I forget, probably best not to head to that interview in your cow suit. I folded your clothes by the couch."
 
 
"Th-thank you. I'll m-make it up… I promise!" With that, Joslin hastily threw the now ill-fitting clothes on, and sloppily blew the drake one more kiss before darting out the door. She didn't know a thing about magic, but she could already feel… something… begin to leave her body. It was disheartening… in a way. She hadn't realized just how much she'd grown to love her new body until it finally began to leave her.
 
 
The shirt which had been carefully chosen to fit her new dimensions had suddenly become simultaneously saggy, yet short on her at some point down the elevator, and as she left through the door, she found herself holding her pants up with both hands, now that her hips were too narrow to hold them on her own.
 
 
"Oh gosh… N-not now. Not in front of all these people." Joslin's world was spinning. She still had several blocks to run before she would be able to reach the restaurant, and all she could do was hope against hope that the witch was there. The trek was almost agonizing, but never before had Joslin, or Justin… or whoever they were now… been so happy to see a gaudy, giant metal burger before.
 
 
"Witch!" In immediate hindsight, as their voice has deepened once again the moment they entered, the formerly cursed human could have been a bit more discreet in their verbage. Several heads turned towards the doors at the strange young thing in unfitting clothes.
 
 
"I knew you'd be back." was all the waitress said. "Head into the kitchen. I'll get with you soon."