"... your neck will double in length." Kyle explained.
"Ha! That's that's the best you can do? What a nerd, good thing the curse isn't real anyway." Jen sneered.
"Ah, but I'm not done," Kyle continued, "now, for your dare, I dare you to lie just twice. Also, no one will notice that your neck is odd - whatever length it is is the length everyone will remember it being, thinking it normal. You'll still need to eat and drink, but you won't die from lack of bloodflow and whatever you eat will always be able to travel down your neck. Also, as it grows, it won't grow in strength - say goodbye to being able to hold up your head without your hands!" Kyle chuckled, Jen hanging up the phone mid cackle.
"What a dweeb, the curse isn't even real. Why would I, my name being Jake and being the governor of Saskatchewan, believe such a thing- WAIT!" she jumped, having just lied twice. Suddenly she felt an odd feeling in her neck as it stretched from 3 inches to 6, then to 12 whole inches, corresponding with her two lies. Jen now had a foot long neck, and felt her head become unsettled as it fell forward. Her head bounced off of her sizeable breasts, the precious jewels of the cheerleading team acting as pillows for Jen's head as her neck was already too weak to hold her head up. She grabbed her head and aimed it forward, sighing, "Well, this is great! I guess the curs- NO!" she screamed, the feeling returning. The curse detected her comment as being a lie, since she did not believe the situation was "great" at all, now leaving her 3 lies down with 24 inches of neck to deal with. Her head slipped off of her breasts and fell downward, the jolt of when it stopped falling surprising her.
"Fuck, how am I going to deal with this??" Jen panicked, hoisting her head up with her hands as she pondered what to do.
Jen's neck is now 24" long (60,96 cm)