Try to find something else to wear

Evan's Bedroom, Blackwood Family Home, Suburban Ohio, at 7:30 AM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 Day 1.

You spin away from the mirror, heart hammering, and lunge for the bed. The heavy comforter—thick, navy blue, totally modest—seems like your best bet. You snatch it up and wrap it around yourself like a cocoon, tucking it under your arms to cover those obscene tits pressing against the mesh top. For a moment you feel almost safe, almost covered. The blanket is thick enough that nothing should—

The fabric shifts against your skin. It thins. You feel it happening, the threads reweaving themselves, becoming lighter, softer, more sheer. You look down in horror as the navy comforter transforms into what can only be described as a sheer black shawl, barely wider than a scarf, draped uselessly across your shoulders and doing absolutely nothing to cover your body. Your massive tits are still on full display through that mesh crop top, the words "BREED ME" glittering across them, your fat pink nipples poking through the holes in the fabric like they're begging to be sucked.

"Fuck!" you hiss, dropping the useless scrap of fabric. Your eyes dart around the room desperately. You grab a pillow and hold it against your chest, but within seconds the pillowcase dissolves into nothing, leaving you clutching bare foam that does nothing for your lower half. Those vinyl hot pants are so tight you can see every detail of your pussy—the puffy lips, the wet slit, even the little bump of your clit pressing against the shiny material. The word "CUMSLUT" stretched across your ass is practically an invitation.

You're still frantically searching for anything to cover yourself with when the door swings open without a knock.

"Yo, Evan, you alive in—"

Your older brother Derek freezes in the doorway. He's twenty-one, built like a linebacker from his college football days, with the same dark hair as you used to have but cropped short and styled with gel. He's shirtless, wearing just gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, showing off his abs and the V-cut of his pelvis. His jaw drops as he takes in the sight of you—this ridiculous goth bimbo standing in his little brother's room, tits out, pussy practically on display.

"Holy shit," Derek breathes, his eyes going wide. They rake over you slowly—your massive chest, your tiny waist, your thick hips, your glossy lips. You watch his pupils dilate, watch something shift in his expression from shock to something hungrier. "Who the fuck are you? You Evan's girl or something?"

You open your mouth to explain, to tell him it's you, it's Evan, but the moment you try to form the words, a bolt of pleasure shoots through your core. Your pussy clenches hard, a gush of wetness soaking through those tiny vinyl shorts, and your voice comes out as a breathy moan instead of words. The curse won't let you tell him.

"Damn," Derek says, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. He leans against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "My little brother actually pulled someone like you? No fucking way. That little nerd?" He laughs, shaking his head. "Nah, you're way too hot for him."

He takes a step closer. You can smell him—musky, masculine, something that makes your new body throb with want. Your nipples harden even more, visibly straining against the mesh. Your thighs press together involuntarily, that wet ache between your legs intensifying with every breath he takes.

"So where is the little runt?" Derek asks, his eyes dropping to your chest, lingering on the words printed there. You see him read them. You see his grin widen. "'Breed me,' huh? That's what you're into?" His voice drops lower, smoother. "Cause I gotta say, if my brother's not gonna appreciate what he's got... I wouldn't mind taking a turn."

He's close enough now that you can see the outline of his cock thickening in those gray sweatpants. It's big—really fucking big—and it's getting harder by the second, pressing against the thin fabric. Your body responds instantly, your cunt practically gushing, your hips tilting forward like they're presenting themselves to him. You can feel the curse pulsing inside you, warm and eager, pushing you toward him.

"Come on, baby," Derek murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of purple-streaked hair from your face. His fingers are warm and calloused. "Evan's probably still asleep downstairs. We got a few minutes. And I promise I'll make you feel real good."