Jenny was 22 and always wanted to be a model in a magazine. She was going to go to the Model Search competition at a local mall the next day, but needed something to wear that would make her sexy. She was going in and out of stores trying to find the perfect pair of jeans. She came across and old shop she hadn't seen before. She decided to go in and see if she could find anything mischievous for her sister. She walked in the shop and looked around for a while. Luckily, she found a pair of jeans in an old box that she thought looked nice. Jenny took the jeans to the register. She told the old man behind the counter that she would like to buy them.
"Those are the 'cursed' jeans. I must tell you it isn't really a curse. The first time you put them on, whatever they cover turns ultra-sexy. When you take them off, you return to normal. Don't let greed take you over, don't wear them a second time."
"Yea yea, whatever. Ring them up!"
Jenny was extremely excited and rushed home. She went up to her bedroom and stood in front of her body mirror.
"Let's see what you can do."
Jenny slid the jeans on, but nothing happened.
"Oops, forgot to button them."
She buttoned the jeans and was shocked. Her legs stretched out and slimmed down. Her hips shrank a bit and her butt wasn't so fat. From the waist down she was a super model. She was so excited. After she took her jeans off, her legs shortened and widened, and she returned to normal. Jenny was very excited and could not wait for the Model Search tomorrow.
Jenny got to the mall very early to get ready for the competition. She had her special jeans in a bag, along with other clothes. She asked a guard where she could change, and he directed her to a special dressing room, as big as her kitchen. When the guard left, she stood alone in the room in front of the body mirror.
"Well, it's time. Make me a star."
She put the jeans on, they were a great fit. Then, she buttoned them. Her legs stretched out like usual, then stopped. She was waiting for her legs to slim down, but something was wrong. Her jeans began to tighten. She looked down in fear.
"Oh no! I forgot!"
Instead of her thighs slimming down, they were expanding. Her calves inflated and tightened against the fabric. Her thighs continued to expand, greatly stretching the jeans. The zipper began to strain from the immense bloating in the crotch of her pants. Like before at home, the only thing changing was what the jeans covered. Instead of her lower section slimming, it was ballooning.
"My thighs! There huge! No!"
Her jeans continued to pump gas into whatever they touched. Her butt began to bulge out like two balloons, expanding to basketballs, expanding still to beach balls. Her hips widened out and stretched to their limits. It was a comical sight, seeing a perfectly normal person from the waist up, but a gargantuan bloating body from the hips down. Her thighs still bloated up, inflating until the jeans could stretch no more.
"I'm too bloated! My legs can't hold anymore! I want to burst!"
Her paunch couldn't take any more, being crammed inside the jeans. It burst the button and zipper of the jeans open, ending the curse.
"Finally! It stopped. Oh, now if I can only get these off me..."