Wait and watch

You stare down at your foot where the numerous cursed beads hit you, praying that they just bounced off or were defective, or maybe don't work through pantyhose, but you're not optimistic. You can feel some kind of energy building up around you like static electricity. It feels so powerful you're afraid to move. You just watch.

Moments later you shriek as all of your clothes explode away in tiny shreds. The shriek echoes around the exhibition hall, drawing attention from everywhere. You quickly cover your body for modesty, one arm over your breasts and one hand squeezed between your thighs.

You haven't had time to guess what the beads might do next but one of the worst outcomes became apparent between your legs. It starts as a tension but quickly becomes a heat. A wave of arousal crashes across your body, forcing your posture to double forward. You doubt you're feeling aroused by being nude in the middle of your public workplace.

Before you think any further, you feel your arm being pushed forward by something. To your continued horror, you look down and see that your breasts are substantially larger than they were moments ago, and growing. Your skin feels tingly in a pleasing way as your breasts grow. Soon your forearm isn't covering your breasts so much as sinking into them.

Still speechless you look up to see Nadine, the girl and her friend staring at you in horror, along with a small crowd of customers. You decide to run to the bathroom for cover but, when you try, you find your legs are stiff. Before you can make it more than two steps you feel the tingling sensation on your butt. You look round to see that, sure enough, it's growing too.

Another wave of arousal crashes over you, causing your hips to gently spasm. Along with the new weight distribution, you try to stabilise yourself by stepping backwards but on your stiff legs, you can't move in time. You feel yourself losing balance so you try to fall as elegantly as you can. Landing on your huge butt is fortunately much more comfortable than you expect, but in trying to manage the fall you notice that more of you feels stiff. Your arms and abdomen are less effective than you need and you find yourself unable to get back up.

As the transformations start to slow, you find enough lucidity in the moment to try to ask for help. You're not even surprised when you find you can't speak, only moan.

The rapt crowd steps closer to watch what's happening to you, furthering your humiliation. You try to stretch an arm out for help but nobody does. Embarrassed to be watched in such a revealing pose, you try to bring your 90-degree-splayed legs back together but you're unable to. You try to put your hand back between your legs to cover your privates but can't move your arm back. You can sense your arousal, your wetness is exposed and visible to half of the crowd.

Your other arm pulls away from your breasts, letting them drop under their own weight, no longer pinned against you. They move stiffly to your sides as your body leans back, laying down with your legs and arms spread and no modesty left at all. As your body lays against the floor you can no longer move your neck to look around at the crowd, almost a relief. You are left looking upwards at the ceiling.

Another wave of arousal hits, forcing the few parts of you you could still control to squirm on the floor, and another moan past your lips. You can still feel your breasts growing through more and more pressure on your chest, pushing down on you and pulling outwards as you lay on the floor.

You try your best to remember the moment they hit you, so you can count the number of beads you felt hit you and try to guess the number of curses you're afflicted by. You know that they're all small curses used to subdue a person, but you wondered if even the original culture to use these knew what would happen if one person was affected by too many of them.

"FBI!" You hear a man's voice interrupt the commotion. "Who the hell is in charge here?"

You can hear Nadine's quiet voice as two people stepped toward you, through the crowd. "Well... it should be her but.."