I.I...” stammered Jennifer as her thoughts flew around her head. “I'm not going to play your stupid game, frosh! And if you try to call me again, we'll make sure you get pantsed in front of the whole school!”
Jennifer went to slam the phone down, but her arm didn't move. Alarmed, she strained with all her might, but the phone didn't budge from her ear.
“3,2,1... aaand your time is up. You know what that means, Jennifer? You get both!”
Beads of sweat began to form on Jen's head. No matter how hard she tried, her entire body was frozen to the spot. “What are you doing to me Kyle? Why can't I move my arms?!”
Kyle chuckled. “You have heard of the Glendale Cure haven't you? Once I said, “Transform or Dare” you had to choose one whether you wanted to or not. Since you didn't choose either, I can inflict both on you.”
“What are you going to do?” Jen stammered. Her eyes darted around the room looking for help. No one was in the house. If only that idiot Martha hadn't taken this day off! She could have had Martha unplug the phone or cut the lines or something.
“Well, I'm really not going to do much except help you look more like who you really are. I've always liked symbols, and I can't think of a better animal that symbolizes you than a goat. But I won't make you turn into a goat. I'll put it all up to you. So, for your transformation you will grow a goat's udder. This will be a prize goat's udder, so you'll have to milk yourself at least 3 times a day. If you don't get milked when the pressure starts to build, you will start fully turning into a goat. Once you are fully a goat, there's no turning back. So, if you want to stay, heh, mostly human, I suggest draining your teats. Further, the milk you produce will be highly addictive to your friends and all those jocks you are always trying to get laid with. If anyone drinks it, or even gets it on their skin, they'll turn into the horny goats that they are.”
“This is stupid, Kyle!” yelled Jennifer.
“No, this is going to be hilarious!” answered back Kyle with a laugh. “And now for your dare. I don't want you getting back at me and I rather enjoy this. So, I dare you to say “transform or dare” to me and dare me to hang up the phone.”
Without any effort on her own, Jennifer's mouth opened and she said, “Transform or dare?”
“Dare!” answered back Kyle immediately.
“I dare you to hang up the phone.” said Jennifer.
There was a click on the other end of the line and the phone went dead. Suddenly, Jennifer was able to move. She carefully put down the phone and looked around the room. Nothing happened. She bent over and felt her stomach. All she felt was smooth, toned muscle under her shirt. Jennifer sighed in relief and headed upstairs to her room. What a stupid prank. Kyle must've somehow hypnotized her through the phone. Now he was gonna get it. Jennifer smiled a wicked smile as she imagined what she and her friends had in store for that frosh.
As she reached the top of the stairs, she felt an itching just below her belly button. She absentmindedly reached down to scratch at it and then gasped at the sensation of two lumps forming on her stomach. Jennifer quickly covered the two sensitive lumps with her hand and rushed into her room and slammed the door. The lumps continued pushing outward against her hand, and her whole stomach felt like it was inflating.
Jennifer pulled up her shirt and screamed. Two large black goat teats were pushing up from her stomach. They were longer than her fingers and fatter than sausages. All around the teats her stomach was turning a blackish color and inflating into an udder. Fine, soft black hairs sprouted and covered the udder, but stopped short around the rest of her stomach and legs.
Horrified, Jennifer fell back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. “It’s not happening, it’s not happening... I’m not growing a gross goat udder…”
She then felt the now fully grown udder flop over her belly. Slowly Jen raised her head off the bed until she could fully see the black sack. The two massive teats were sticking out at an angle away from her body. As she moved she could feel the fuzzy black sack smoothly brush across her skin. She tentatively reached out to touch the udder, still not believing it was there.
Jennifer yelped in shock at the sensitivity of the udder as her hand touched the squishy sack. It was not unlike her own breasts, except for the soft, fuzzy hairs. She carefully pushed at the new body part, almost hoping it would slide off her stomach. However, it was firmly in place, and as she pushed a new sensation rocked every inch of Jen’s body. An intense pressure began to build in her udder. The most she pushed, the more intense the pressure became.
“Is this what it feels like to need to be milked?” wondered Jennifer incredulously. Her udder seemed to swell even more and her teats rose even straighter.