Chad lounged on the couch, phone in hand, half-watching the TV while absently scrolling through social media. The quiet hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen was punctuated by his mom’s voice, louder than usual, in that tone she got when she was venting on the phone — probably to her friend Lisa again.
"I had to take her out for another bra today," she said, exasperated. "That’s the third time this week. I’m not exaggerating, Lisa. I bought her a brand new one on Monday, and by Wednesday, it was too tight. She couldn’t even clip it in the back."
Chad paused, thumb hovering over the screen. He wasn't trying to listen in, but something about his mom’s voice made it hard to ignore.
"And it’s not just that they’re growing," she continued. "It’s just her chest. Not taller, not gaining weight anywhere else — just… curvier. Fuller. And she’s acting like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her."
There was a long sigh, and the sound of something soft hitting the counter. "I mean, she’s still just a kid. But the way she walks around now? The way she looks at herself in the mirror? You’d think she was some movie star. She's practically glowing."
Chad sat up slightly, frowning. That didn’t sound like the shy little sister he remembered. Jenny had always been more quiet, more reserved — until recently. Lately, she had started dressing differently. She’d walk through the house in snug tops and stretch pants, her confidence swelling along with her body. He’d noticed the changes too, of course, though he tried not to dwell on them. It was awkward. Weird.
But his mom was clearly struggling with it in her own way.
"I mean, I get it," she was saying now, her voice lowering. "She looks amazing. It’s ridiculous how quickly she’s changing — like, I wasn’t built like that ever. Not even in college. And she just wakes up with more every day. There are grown women who would kill to have her figure." There was a pause, and when she spoke again, her tone was quieter. "Sometimes I look at her and wonder how this even happened. And yeah… I hate to admit it, but I’m a little jealous."
The kitchen door creaked open just then, and Jenny walked through, barefoot, with a lazy confidence. Her fitted tank top clung to her curves, and Chad couldn’t help but notice how much more developed she looked than even a week ago. Her posture was relaxed, her head held high — like she knew how she looked and was completely at ease with it.
"Hey, Mom. Hey, Chad," she said casually, brushing a long strand of hair behind her ear. Her mom gave a quiet nod, watching her daughter with a tired, almost bewildered look.
Jenny walked to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and leaned against the counter — her presence suddenly filling the room in a way that hadn’t been the case before. She caught her mother looking and gave a playful smirk. "Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll probably need another bra by Saturday. Might as well pencil in a shopping trip now."
Her mom rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue. "At this rate, you’re going to put me in debt before the school year starts."
"I can’t help it," Jenny said with a laugh, clearly enjoying the attention. "I kind of like it."
Chad watched the exchange in silence, unsure of what he was supposed to say, if anything. Something wasn’t adding up. This wasn’t just puberty. It was too fast. Too specific. Too perfect. And Jenny — far from being worried — was thriving in it.
He didn’t know the whole story yet, but deep down, he felt it: this wasn’t normal.
1: Try and figure out what's going on, and see if that curse was actually real.
2: Ignore it for now, until your sister begins growing in other ways.
3: In the coming days, the curse seemingly spreads to your mother, who begins growing bustier aswell.
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