Very bad luck

Ashley let Kelly calm her down and began to dance a bit. She still was uncomfortable in the costume, but did her best to ignore it and pretend the stares she was getting weren`t guys trying to see her ass or cleavage. Unfortunately for her, things would take a turn for the worst.

While she was dancing, Ashley suddenly seemed to trip on thin air. When she fell, she dropped her drink. Mysteriously. the glass wasn't shattered when it hit the ground, but the majority of her drink somehow found its way into her top. She also noted how the tight skirt had hiked up, revealing a decent portion of her ass to anyone watching what the source of the commotion was.

While Ashley was initially just felt annoyed and a bit ashamed, she realized she had bigger fish to fry as she got up and pushed her skirt down, her cheeks a tint of pink. The alcoholic drink was having an effect on her top, and it wasn't a good one. It was slowly but steadily shrinking, something she noticed as she felt it tighter on her breasts. She guessed it was to do with the fabric it was made out of. She rushed over to Kelly.

"Kelly, help me! The drink is making my top shrink!", she whispered to her roommate, who was surprised the drink even managed to get on the top. However, she felt a **** inside her head telling her it was fine, that she should keep her carefree attitude and that Ashley deserved it, calling her a cunt. The **** managed to convince Kelly to not do anything to help Ashley and instead try to make the situation seem less serious. Part of the reason she was influenced so easily was that she was already drunk.

"Oh, calm down, Ash. That fabric's real strong to hold your massive tits in, I'm sure it won't break!", she assured her. And as if on cue, Ashley felt the top stop shrinking. And oddly, it didn't feel that uncomfortable. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that now her nipples lay just on the edge of being revealed.

"If I looked like a slut before, now I look like an utter whore", Ashley silently lamented in her mind, but tried to enjoy the party.

She was unaware the witch, called Amy, was in the party, smirking at what she had caused with a little curse and some manipulation of a drunk idiot. Of course, the other girl, wearing a provocative cop costume, would also have to suffer for picking that slutty witch costume, but Amy wanted to make the bitch wearing the actual costume pay. And boy would she be humiliated before the end of the night. She may still be a rookie, but this curse seemed to prove she was of the same caliber as her own teachers.