Jinxed!

"Jo! It's happening again! You've got to help me! Please!!" Jo snapped out of her trance and help pull up Tasha's jeans. The back of her hands slide along Tasha firm ass as she pulled the jeans over it. It was almost enough to make her cum right there.

Jo was starting to believe this curse thing might actually be real! Tasha's jeans seemed to have jumped up two sizes, almost magically. Even as Tasha desperately clutched them to her belly, Jo still had a clear view down the back, memorizing the naked assflesh.

They found a bathroom in a nearby caf. Tasha dove into the stall and locked the door, leaving Jo to imagine the scene.

"Jo, what did you bring for extra clothes?"

"Oh, well, I wasn't sure what you needed the clothes for. I just grabbed a couple things as ran out the door."

"Well what do you have?!"

Jo handed her a pair of bright green track shorts, a T shirt, and some sneakers - the clothes she had planned on working out in that afternoon.

"Oh my god! That's it?!"

"Tasha, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" Jo thought for a moment about offeringher the clothes she was wearing, then decided to see how Tasha looked in these.

Jo listened intently; she could hear the jeans hit the floor. There was some prolonged grunting and straining. Eventually Tasha sheepishly opened the stall, revealing herself.

"The T shirt was too small..." Tasha whimpered. Jo was breathless. The track shorts may as well have been panties, they fit so tightly. Tasha's ass was only barely contained, and the way they hugged her crotch was pornographic. It looked almost painted on, showing the distinct swell of Tasha's sex. The leg holes were pulled so high that the shorts almost didn't cover her sex either. From behind, the bottom of her ass cheeks hung out. There was nothing to be done. Any attempt to pull the shorts down made her ass peek out the top.

She tugged nervously at her sweater, not realizing that the bottom 3 inches were now strung across three blocks of the city. Oddly enough, the long sleeves and turtle neck of the sweater just made the exposed flesh on her belly and legs look all the more naked. The backpack didn't help, pulling her shoulders back and the sweater even tighter.

Jo had forgotten what beautiful long legs Tasha had. At least the sneakers fit.

Jo still could not think of a thing to say. She nervously gathered the jeans and boots into her bag. Tasha looked herself over in the mirror. Her face was already crimson. Jo tried to redirect her, hoping to see all of this play out.

"Let go teach that gypsy bitch a lesson!"

"Okay..."

They were only a block from the farmer's market. For Tasha it seemed like an endless march of cold breezes and hot stares. The short were riding up on her in the most uncomfortable ways, but it was a slight more modest than the clown pants her jeans had turned into.

Tasha had found her anger again. They made a beeline for the gypsy both. The gypsy girl was there, and once she caught sigh of Tasha in her ludicrous outfit, almost fell over laughing. Tasha pushed her way through the crowds and closed in for the kill.

Suddenly, the gypsy girl pounced on her. Fast as a viper, she had her hand up Tasha's sweater, squeezing her bare tit. Tasha squealed! The crowd's attention quickly focused on this pretty girl in the odd yet slutty outfit getting molested by some crazy gypsy girl.

"You like showing yourself, yes? You like it so much, it makes you so hot. The more you show, the more you fight it, the hotter you get, yessss," the gypsy girl hissed in her ear. Jo heard the whole thing. Could this voodoo crap really be true?

Tasha managed to pull the girl's hand out of her sweater and step away. It was different this time. So much more intense. She felt dizzy. Where was Jo? All she could see were strangers' faces. Lusty eyes searching her body, probing, memorizing ever detail of her most intimate features.

Before today, no man had ever seen her body naked. By lunchtime she had been exposed to dozens and dozens of complete strangers. Perhaps even hundreds or thousands, if those camera phones had made it to the internet by now. Her breasts, her ass, even her most private places of all, accidentally bared to all against her most chaste intentions.

Tasha felt an intense change coming over her, like a fever. Her skin felt hot and damp. The butterflies in her tummy returned, but more intense and spread out. Her head spun, her legs felt rubbery. She ached and tingled all at once - it almost felt... good?

Jo watched the transformation of Tasha. She was flush, although she had been various shades of crimson all morning. This was different. Tasha's lips and cheeks swelled and flushed. Her eyelids drooped as if she were drunk. Her knees buckled and hips swayed. Jo knew the look. It was the look of sexual arousal. Tasha was looking like Jo felt.

Tasha's thighs spasmed, her knees clenched. She toppled into Jo's arms, pressing her sweating face into Jo's breasts.

"Jo... I can't... don't let... don't let all these people... see... me... naked.... So humiliated... Please," Tasha whimpered. If Tasha was trying to keep her dignity, she was blowing it. She was delirious, her face pressed into Jo's tits, her ass out and back arched. Her legs wobbled like a newborn deer.

The crowd swarming to this spectacle was growing every second. Boys shouted lewd comments. Girls snickered among their friends. People pointed, laughed, and snapped more and more pictures.

What happened next blew Jo's mind. The gym shorts, which were snug on Tasha's womanly hips before, now became dangerously tight. They squeezed into her flesh, until savage rips opened up along the seams on each hip. Right up to the elastic. The nylon shorts quickly became nylon bikini panties. They slid into Tasha's ass, forming a sharp V shape. Jo could only image the pressure the nylon crotch was putting on Tasha's vulva.

"Oh god... please, Jo, please... all these people... they can see my- my... oohh... I've never been so..." As much as Jo knew she was enjoying the feeling of Tasha rubbing her face in Jo's much-neglected tits, she knew she had to get her friend out of there.

They fled across a crosswalk, Tasha barely keeping her legs under her. Luckily the gawking mob decided to hang back a little, and watch the show from across the street.

Tasha was becoming too overwhelmed to walk any more. Jo leaned her up against a building a dug out her jeans. It took quit a bit of maneuvering to get Tasha's trembling legs back into them. Jo found herself just a few inches from Tasha's crotch. She couldn't help but look. The nylon was completely soaked! Jo could see glistening moisture on her inner thighs.

That gypsy girl really had compounded Tasha's humiliation with unbridled lust! Jo couldn't help but get a little wet in sympathy. Without her glasses, Tasha could only dimly make out the passersby that were looking her over and ogling at her distress. The anxiety was only amplifying the throbbing tingle in the base of her belly.

She managed to get Tasha's jeans back on her, but they were still far too loose to stay up. She needed a belt or something. Jo had no choice but to improvise - she pulled a good three feet of thread from the bottom of her sweater, further exposing her tummy, and used it to lash her waistband tight enough to stay on.

"Jo... don't do that... my tits... don't let them see me..." Tasha pulled compulsively at her sweater, which was coming dangerously close to revealing the bottoms of her breasts.

It would have to do. Jo grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the busy sidewalk. They still had several blocks to go to Tasha's apartment. People were staring at Tasha's peculiar yet sexy attire, which was forcing her deeper into her drunken haze of arousal.

After only half a block, Tasha pulled Jo to a stop. The thread had snapped, and Tasha's pants had fallen down around her feet. Tasha pressed her hand over her crotch, perhaps to cover up the shorts riding up, or perhaps for some other purpose.

"Unnh... Jo... my pants... my pants.... They're falling off" she moaned. Her sexual delirium was becoming infectious, and Jo was having a hard time thinking straight. This time she pulled three times as much thread off the sweater to tie up the pants. The undersides of her tits were clearly visible under the quickly disappearing sweater.

Unfortunately, Jo had to pull this repair job off in front of a Starbucks. Tasha could see the dozens of coffee drinkers watching her embarrassing ordeal like it was a movie.

"Jo..! They can see me... my sweater... my tits... they're too big for... this sweater!" Jo was trying to do right by her friend, but she had to wonder if subconsciously, she was only making things worse for her own gratification.

Jo pulled Tasha along as fast as she dared, but a block later, the threads snapped and the pants dropped to the sidewalk. Those tiny green nylon shorts looked like they were going to rip right off Tasha's aching sex any second now.

"Tasha, sweetheart, I need you to hold your pants up, okay?" She guided Tasha's hand to the front of her jeans.

"Okay... okay... I can't take much... much more..."

They marched onward across the city. Jo's brisk pace kept Tasha's tits in a constant bounce, threatening to fall right out of the half sweater. With Jo pulling her along by her left hand, Tasha's right hand was free to hold her pants up or her sweater down, but not both.

Tasha fought desperately to keep her pants on, but if she pulled hard, if put way too much pressure down there. Things were reaching a boiling point. Tasha was in danger of losing complete control of herself. She knew she had to keep those jeans on, but she could feel the draft on her ass and thighs. So she pulled harder, and the mind-clouding sensations from her bits got even more intense. Tasha bit her lip to contain the moans and sighs. It was getting harder to walk. Something was holding her legs together again.

Tasha was slowing down again. Jo looked back fully expecting to see Tasha's jeans around her ankles once again. What she did not expect to see was Tasha, pulling and jerking up on the nylon shorts, driving wet crotch deeper and deeper between her exposed labia. Tasha looked like she was in heat.

"Trying... to keep... the pants up... trying... so hard... so hard..." The poor girl thought she was pulling up her jeans, but instead wound up viciously molesting herself with the gym shorts. People were scandalized. Some woman screamed. Someone else was calling the police.

Tasha could no longer stop herself. Her right hand flexed and tugged at the waistband, desperate for relief. Her left hand pulled the turtleneck over her face, hoping to muffle her moans and hide her identity. What it also did was pull her sweater up, letting the hard pink nipples on her pull tits fall into public view. Her tits quivered in time with the spasms racking her beautiful body.

"Oh my god! Tasha!!" Jo dove for the jeans, hoping she could somehow recover a shred of her friend's humility before she masturbates on a crowded NY street corner. Down on her knees, Jo found her nose just inches from Tasha's glistening sex, the green nylon swallowed by the swollen lips. After all these years of sexual repression, Jo suddenly found herself where she had always fantasized being. Too bad it was on a crowded city sidewalk, with her friend humiliating herself because of a gypsy curse.

Tasha was just seconds from sweet release. She was mortified by her loss of control, like she was watching herself in a movie that she could not stop. She was putting on a pornographic display in public that she would not dare at home, all by herself, but these nylon shorts were bringing her to a level of ecstasy her hand or even her back massager could never accomplish.

"Nyaah!" she cried. Tasha wrenched at the shorts, and they gave, splitting right at the crotch. Jo had a front row seat, watching the nylon rip in half and Tasha's most delicate treasure, soaking and pink, revealed itself to her. In her effort, Tasha lost her balance falling backwards, her wet sex landing on Jo's face. The two spilled over onto the sidewalk.

Amidst the catcalls, insults and angry remarks of the crowd, Jo rushed to recover herself and her friend before the cops arrived. She pulled Tasha to her feet. The gym shorts were now more than a minuscule hula skirt. Her face drenched with Tasha's juices, Jo pulled Tasha's sweater back down, her jeans back up, and literally dragged her out of the scene by the seat of her pants.

Tasha was still delirious, but somehow managed to keep her legs pumping. By now traffic was stopped all around. They had an entourage of perverts close behind. Tasha's pathetic sweater was doing nothing to cover her bouncing tits, so Jo took it upon herself to do it. One fat firm tit cupped in each hand, with her face pressed into Tasha's backpack. It was too much for Jo to resist - she did a little more than cover those magnificent breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples between her fingers.

"Jooo... oh my god.... not in front... so many people... my tits, Jo..." Tasha was doing a half-assed (literally) job of keeping her jeans up, surrendering flashes of her neatly trimmed bush as the two girls jogged awkwardly down the street.

At long last they came to Tasha's apartment building. Tasha braced herself against the building as if waiting for a cop to frisk her, legs spread, ass out. Jo searched through her backpack, looking for the keys. Jo found the keys as Tasha pants feel completely, coiling at her feet.

"Stop looking... please... don't look at me! Noooo..." She clenched her thighs against the potent mixture of lust and humiliation. Jo got the door open. Tasha ran right out of her jeans and into the building.

Jo rushed Tasha up the stairs as quickly as possible. The poor girls was reduced to a tattered sweater that did nothing to covered her round tits, and a shred of green nylon about her waist that hung like a "jungle girl" costume.

Tasha collapsed in her bed, exhausted. Jo pulled the remains of the turtleneck off and threw it away. She took back her sneakers, and the gym short she snipped off with a pair of scissors and kept as a souvenir. Although there was the temptation to fulfill a few more fantasies while she had this incredible opportunity, Jo already felt a little guilty about the liberties she took. Besides, she had a feeling this would not be the last time this would happen.

When the crowds outside the building door thinned out, Jo left.

Tasha slept for several hours, and awoke completely confused. Firstly, she was sleeping completely nude - something Tasha never did. But was the rest of it just an awful dream? It was so vivid and humiliating! Everything was a blur, and her head was still swimming.

She checked the clock - 6 pm. She forced herself out of bed and into the shower. She had to be at her waitressing job by 8. It was time for Tasha to go to work!

Part Three -- Work

The longer Tasha thought about it, the more she realized the day's events were no dream. Through some kind of cursed misfortune, she had her partially naked body exposed on the crowded streets of New York City. All the other students she shares classes with, those tourists, those people with cameras, all of those eyes, drinking in her humiliation as her clothes fell apart around her...

Even though she was by herself in the relative safety of her apartment, she flushed with humiliation all over again. Someone must have taken pictures of her ordeal. They were probably on the internet already. Before today, she could count the number of men that had seen or touched her breasts on one hand, and most of them were doctors. Now countless numbers of strangers were ogling her breasts, lewdly falling out of that damn sweater or her poor blouse. Or her bare bottom... or other places Tasha had never shown anyone.

She was also feeling rather sensitive down there, as if her reddened embarrassment was flowing to the source. It had only felt like this once before, when she had spent an evening experimenting with her mother's back massager. Tasha gingerly probed herself with her pinky, discovering that she was not only very sensitive- she was wet.

What exactly had happened to her? She remembered losing her panties- God only knows who had them now. And then she remembered some shorts, little ones that squeezed her too tight. Her phone was gone, so she couldn't call Jo for the details.

Tasha slipped on some pajamas while she contemplated her dilemma. She just needed to feel safely clothed and modest. This might be her last chance to.

Another other problem was, after buying those clothes (which were now ruined) Tasha was completely broke. She absolutely had to go to work that night. It was a sweet job, waitressing in an upscale restaurant called Munich. On a good night, she could clear almost $1000 in tips. As much as the thought of more public embarrassment terrified her, she could no afford to lose such a lucrative job.

Could it be she really was cursed? That there was some dark magic trying to expose her body and humiliate her? Tasha tried to remember what that crazy gypsy girl said when she grabbed her boob. Something about showing herself off. Maybe if she was showing herself off a little, the curse would make so she was showing off a lot? So maybe if she dressed as conservatively as possible, she wouldn't show off anything, the curse would just leave her alone.

She had been wearing the pajamas for a little while now, and nothing had happened. All buttons buttoned, and her bottoms fit securely at her waist. If she dared step outside, she would probably be rendered completely nude in under a minute. So the curse only worked if someone was looking at her, checking her out. Her professor tried to look up her skirt, and the skirt got shorter. People looked down her blouse, and the blouse burst open. If she could keep dirty old men from ogling her, she should be just fine

The uniform for a waitress at Munich was simple. A tuxedo shirt, cut to flatter a woman's form. A black skirt, and their signature piece, black stockings with the seam running up the back. Tasha thought that was kinda stupid at first, but she had to admit, there was a certain old school sexiness about it. Plus she had the legs to pull it off, and that didn't hurt her tips any.

Unfortunately, avoiding sexual attention in that outfit at that restaurant was pretty much impossible. It seemed like the richer the man, the ruder the man, not to mention some of the perverted women that come in there! Plus the cooks in the kitchen. Some of the waiters, and even the busboys. Tasha's had her ass pinched and slapped, her tits squeezed, canes and umbrellas used to pull up her skirt. She's been pulled onto strange men's laps, had her bra snapped, and had men try and stick cash in her cleavage.

If this morning was any indication of what tonight was going to be like, Tasha was about to go from the frying pan right into the fire. Sadly she had no choice! Tasha had to be prepared. She went through her wardrobe, and settle on the clothes that would most like stay on her as long as possible.

There wasn't much to do about the skirt and the tuxedo blouse. She only had two of each, and they were identical pairs. The skirts were fine. Not too tight, and the came almost to her knees. The blouses were a little form fitting, not quite as baggy as she would have preferred, but the buttons seemed sturdy enough.

For lingerie, she settled on a black corset and panty set. Since the panties were black, they would blend in should her skirt rip, or some dirty old man gets a look up there. Unfortunately they were a little high cut. Not a problem for her normally, but when dressing under the threat of supernatural stripping, a girl has to consider such things. The corset was perfect. It had a bout a zillion hooks up the back, and suspenders to keep her stockings up.. She hardly wore it because it took so long to put on, so it was practically brand new. It encased her boobs like a suit of armor, although since it gave her so much lift, it also made her boobs look even bigger. Tasha also had misgivings about wearing a black bustier under a white blouse, but if that was her worst faux pas tonight, she would be lucky!