"Erm," Jen stammers, still bothering to notice her other sock on the ground beside her bed. "Da-"
Jen didn't get to finish. The boy on the other end laughs.
"Well you are actually too late, so yeah." Jen can practically hear him smirking. "You get both, ha!"
"Mk, whatever. Hit me up!" Jen muttered as her held the phone to her ear with her shoulder and struggled like a battle of Ares to get her other sock on.
"You sound bored... your supposed to be terrified!"
Jen felt good about wrecking this dweebs pleasure.
"Anyways, for your transformation you will grow a bi-"
Jen interrups, ready to blow him out of the water. "Oh! Lemme guess, a big fat cock? How orignal! Let me get a can of soda, dude this is like the movies."
"You want soda?! Let me give it to you, bitch! For your transformation, you will grow a foot long cock, that will be roughly shaped like a old fashioned coke bottle. It will be glassly and see through, and be textured and beautiful. You will also have grapfruit sized balls, that are also see through. Instead of cum... you'll have soda! The last soda you drank. Just think... those bubbles will pressurize and tingle, the plessure will ve constant! Also, your dick will be ten times more sensitive then normal. It will constantly refill, become aroused, you will always love to drink lots of soda, which will make you horny. It will act like a soda bottle as well, the more shaken up, the more fizzy and hard. Other unspecified events might pop up too, by the why. If you leave it alone, it will grow. You will always be horny as all fuck.
For your dare, you will want to constantly have sex and mouth fuck and buty fuck anything you see. Reality will shift, and no one will think it's weird. You cannot T or D me ever in anyway, but others are fun. Have fun with your cock, hun!"
Jen laughs. "You took like legit, ten minutes to explain that."
Kyle made an angry noise and hung up. Jen shrugged and began stroking her pussy. Not really on purpose, she didn't even notice. She took a sip of coke, going to her computer and chexking her social media. Pleasure hit her as she drunk. The bubbles were so intense, so good. She stroked her womanhood harder, gulping at the liquid. The feeling was like a wave. She needed more. She ran downstairs, she stroking, feeling weak in the knees, to the fridge, pulling out as many cans and bottles. She opened them, pouring them on her. She gasped and moaned, as her hand was pushed away from her clit. A foreign obect was pushing outward, throbbing lustfully. It was glassy and clear. Its weight was obvious as she felt it, racked with lust. 'More soda, more cock, more.' She thought falling to her knees on the cold kitchen floor. She rubbed and gulped the drinks, as her balls and cock took form. Her balls were suddened gushed with dark brown liquid, tingling and fizzy. She gasped at every pop of every bubble, her entire balls wiggling at the movement. There was a small, pencil sized shaft in the middle of the cock, filled with cola ready to explode. Jen mians, squeezing her balls. Pleasure builds up, and Jen struggles to fufill the lust. Her cock and balls begged for more, for realease, but it wouldn't come. She turned into a ball of lust, wiggling panting, licking, in a pool of soda, despate for release. She stood up, frantic. She spotted two pillows with bumpy texture on the couch, and ran to them, her cock rattling and growing harder and fizzy. She sits down, rubbing the two pillows on her cock. Up and down. Up and down. Finally, she balls jerk and roil, bubbles compressing making them painful. She throws her head back, orgasm crushing her. Foam shoots out, and it shoves it in her mouth, drinking the stick sweetness. She can't stop orgasming, can't stop sucking her dick. The cum refills as it depletes, and she can't make herself stop. She was a mad ball of sick lust, slaving for her member. Her stomach slowly expands, too full of soda. She cries out in her mind, against Kyle, trying to let go of her cock, get it out of her mouth, but wave after wave pelts her. Her stomach bulges outward, and she hears a knock then the door opens in the front of her house.
Jess comes in, pouting.
"We're gonna be late. But I see that you need some help." Jess walks over and Jen still can't stop. Soda pours into her, and her stomach sloshes. Jess rubs the monster, directing it inti her own maw. She sucks it until it calms.
"Damn girl, you're full."
Jen lookef nine months pregnate. She felt heavy, and her cock still stood proud in the air. She tries to stand up, but her balance is impared, and she lurches, her stomach sloshing loudly, and her cock pressurizing.
"Help... I need release. Again.." Jen murmers weakly.
Jess sighs. "One of those days, eh? No school then"