Kyle skipped his second period class, excited to see Jen. He'd spent the hour hidden in a shower stall, jacking off. He'd heard a bunch of jocks talking about how Jen's boyfriend scored during first period in one of the janitor's closets. He knew Jen must be crying in some dirty closet, her legs gone and replaced by a thick cock.
"Oh ya. Fuck, that's good..." Kyle moaned as he came once more. His cum splattered onto the ceramic tiles, and was then washed away by the shower. Anyone who walked past the closed curtain knew what Kyle was doing. But no one really cared. It wasn't unusual to find guys masturbating in the locker rooms, or find them hooking up with girlfriends.
"Dude, you stay in there much longer you'll end up a prune!" one passerby shouted.
Kyle ignored him and washed up. He was patiently waiting for the bell to ring, and for Jen to show up with her best friend, Mary. And there was nothing Jen could do to stop herself. Kyle made sure she wouldn't pass the curse on to anyone else, so he'd be able to relish in the torment.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the second period class. Kyle stepped out of the shower and put his boxers back on. But that was all he needed to put on. He knew he'd be taking them off soon enough. Now all he had to do was wait....
Elsewhere, Jen was struggling to get to her feet. After spending first period class in the closet crying at the monstrosity she'd become, Jen was relieved when she regained her legs during the second period. But she found her body wasn't exactly right. Her legs felt weak, and couldn't support her weight. Jen didn't know what to do. Mike hadn't done anything to help her, what if no one did.
She took a chance and called Mary, not knowing that the curse was controlling her actions. Mary found her friend struggling to stand upright, her clothes covered in dry cum.