Body part curse two, electric boogaloo

You feel yourself tumble head over ass, before slamming against a box. The wind rushes from your lungs. Very unkind, for something so full of old tea sets to break your fall.

You lay there for a beat, surrounded by cardboard and shattered china, before a long groan goes up across the room. You push yourself to your feet, taking it upon yourself to groan even louder at the effort.

You begin to tap yourself, searching for any broken bones. Aside from some rapidly forming bruises, you appear to still be in one piece.

"Alright, sound off if you aren't dead," you say.

"Fuck you," that'd be summer. She's closest to the box, what with her being flat out next to it. It's still glowing so you can't make out much more than her form.

"H-here," the shaky voice of June rises out of attic entrance. She must've scurried down there when the others started messing with the box. Or maybe pushed?

"Accounted for," came the calculating tone of Winter, along with a groan, from the boxes to the left.

"Let's all touch the magic box," came the drawl of Autumn, sequestered into an ancient looking bath tub with little lions for feet. She made no effort to get up as she continued, "it worked sooooo well the first time. Maybe third time's the charm."

"Better than ever," came a voice next to you. Spring, by the tone. Hurled into another box along with you.

You reach for Spring, extending out your hand, and with your mouth open to say... something. Whatever it was, it dies in your throat when you take a look at her.

It's still your fiance, no doubt about that. Her pigtails look frazzled, but that hardly concerns you right now. What surprises you more is her lips. She's always had nice lips, but these would make botox surgeons the world over wonder if maybe you'd gone a bit far. Her bottom lip alone is now fatter than three of your fingers side by side. They're stuck in a near permanent kissy face, just slightly parted to give her the sultry look that her hyper-excitable eyes can't quite match. To top it all off, they're covered in a glossy pink sheen that, if it had been done with makeup, would've bankrupted you both.

"Thank you!" She says, grabbing your hand and pulling herself up. The enthusiasm in her voice slides right off your dumbfounded face as you watch those giant lips. They move and contort in a way that should be impossible, like a Jessica Rabbit cartoon on steroids.

But just as you're about to say something else, she darts over to the music box (which has turned down its brightness to a lovely "mid afternoon sun") and begins helping Summer to her feet. As she rises past the blinding glow, you're starting to see what the latest "wish" did.

"Cool butt!" Spring says.

Again, you see the face of your fiance. Her lips are normal, but it's her ass that has taken the brunt of the magic. April was flat before, never having much ass to show through her jeans or workout lycra. You'd hadn't cared before, but maybe you would start now that she'd gone from a pancake to an industrial shelf.

The pants she'd been wearing were now stretched to bursting point, exposing skin through a variety of holes. Her thighs, in order to keep up, had expanded a bit as well. From what you could make out through the holes, these were not the fat, cellulite heavy thighs of someone who actually might have an ass bigger than their own head. No, these were muscular, corded and strong. Even getting herself off the floor, there was none of the inertia or difficulty that moving such a massive ass should entail.

But these thighs came at a price. As she sprung back onto her feet, the **** of her movement reverberated into her titanic cheeks. In an instant, the sound of rending fabric filled the attic, causing Summer's face to slide between embarrassement, shock, and a general sense of rage. Her pants gave one final hurrah, before exploding down to her calves, exposing her big jiggly butt for all of you to see.

"Cool, huh?" Summer replied, her voice icey as she fixed her clone with a stare that could level a building. Her fists balled up, as her knuckles began to turn white. Spring hopped back, just to keep some distance. She needn't have worried though. Summer just let out a deep sigh and uncurled her fingers, "I'd mess up your face, but I think the box got to you first."

"We look the same though," Spring replied, a nervous laugh escaping before she gasped, "oh, wait, no, dont think you’re ugly! I think you're very pretty!"

"May I have some aid please," came the voice of Winter, cutting off whatever Summer was about to say.

"Coming!"

Spring darted out of sight of you, and you heard her gasp.

"Oh my goodness, did your butt get bigger too?" Spring said

"No it is not- no hold on, do not touch-"

You and Summer jumped as a moan suddenly exploded out from behind the boxes. It lasted a full few seconds before dying down into **** panting. Then Spring peaked her head back around.

"She's got a huge pussy!"

Summer just buried her head in her hands as she began to guffaw, but you were far less amused by all this.

"What do y'mean..."

"I don't *huff* believe it could be more *huff* obvious," Winter said, turning the corner.

She didn’t so much walk as stumble into view. Much like Summer, her hips had ballooned in size, but instead of a titanic ass, her pussy was now the size of a bowling ball between her legs. Her pants, which you were sure had once been slacks, now looked as if they had been painted on. They wrapped so tightly around her lips that you could make out every inch of her bulging clit. As she moved, a thick glob of femcum leaked through her somehow intact pants and splattered on the ground. She groaned with its fall.

"Mother of God..." you said, your mouth hanging slack.

"With a pussy like that, she's got a whole pantheon ready to go," Summer laughed at her own joke, a wicked grin splitting up her face.

"And I see you're putting the Maximus in Gluteus Maximus?" Winter's pale blue eyes bore down over the rim of her glasses at her clone.

Summer's smile slid off her face, replaced by a grimace, "don't think for a second I won't hit my own clone."

"Oh please don’t hit me."

Everyone turned to look for the origin of that tiny voice, and found June peaking up into the attic. Her eyes were like saucers, and they were already wet with tears.

"Nobody's hitting anyone," you say, shooting a glance at the offending parties, "can you come here for a second? Did you get changed too?"

Without a word June ascended the rest of the way up the ladder, revealing herself to the gasps of all involved. Her breasts, once a modest pair of C's like the other April's, were watermelons. By the time she was standing before you, you could tell that the underside of her tits were level with her belly button. Despite their impressive size, they appeared weightless. They hung from her body, suspended between a perfect sphere and an even more perfect teardrop. Her areolaes, now each the size of your open mouth, made clear outline against her distended sweater. Her nipples, now the size of fingers, were ramrod straight in the cool attic air.

"Fascinating," Winter said, barely above a whisper.

"Please stop staring at me," June said, her face beaming red and looking as though she'd like to bury herself.

"Aw man, I didn’t get anything," Spring said.

As if on cue, Autumn appeared behind Spring. Reaching a hand around, she poked the gigantic pair of lips, causing them to jiggle and wobble in place like they were their own entity. You watched as Spring's knees shuddered, trying to keep her upright as her eyes rolled up in her head. A gurgled moan rose out of her throat as her lips settled back into place.

"Sure ya didn’t," Autumn surveyed the room, "so lips, tits, butts, pussies, cocks, and a multiplication table."

Your eyes had been roaming her body, looking for what had changed, when you realised her chest had more lumps than usual. Her whole torso, actually. Your eyes darted to her crotch, a bit of fear tingling in the back of your neck as you looked for whatever cock she had been talking about-

"Holy shit, someone's happy to see us," Summer said, looking straight at you.

Well, not at you per se. More down. Way down. Around... crotch.

Your eyes shot down, and you saw one of your legs was now twice its size. Bulging, really. Straining the leg of the sweatpants. You tried to bend it, but part of it was so rigid. So hard. Like a... cock.

"Woah! That's a real third leg!" Spring said, "oh babe, you're so hung! Show us show us show us!"

Spring - Lips/Tongue

Summer - Ass

Autumn - Extra boobs, arms, pussy

Winter - Pussy

June - Boobs

Marty - Cock