"..., and I've decided, actually, against an animal," Kyle explained.
"Just finish the fucking curse, I don't have all day for your stupid games. I have morning cheer prac-"
"Well, you won't soon!" Kyle interrupted, "as I've decided what your limbs will be replaced by: a table's!"
"What the fuck? Seriously, dweeb, that's the best you could come up with? Whatever," Jen angrily slammed her phone down, ending the call.
"Well, I wasn't done, but you're also gonna be more ample... up top, and for your dare, you'll only be able to dare me to be able to transform you whenever I want, however I want, without any need to curse you again, and you won't be able to use the curse on anyone other than me in any capacity" Kyle finished with a smirk, knowing it would still have its effects whether Jen heard or not.
"What kind of an idiot does he take me for, trying to stick a fake curse on me," Jen said, putting on her shirt. As soon as she put her shirt on, however, her limbs erupted in painful tingles, as if her arms and legs had been asleep for hours.
"Oh, no no, this can't be happening," Jen cried. She watched with horror as she found she couldn't move - she was rooted to the spot! Soon the tingling died down, but she noticed that normal sensation wasn't restored. "I-I can't feel my arms or legs!" Jen cried out, watching as her arms moved to stick out straight ahead.
As suddenly as she noticed this, she was on the ground. Jen cried, feeling herself fall not hit the ground, only stop. She felt herself get pushed up as her arms grew longer, her arms and legs now matching lengths. The violent motion of the fall also caused her cheerleading top to rip as her bra flew off, marking another aspect of the change that Kyle must've added after she'd hung up. "Oh, come on," she said as her boobs grew impressively large, to the point where they hung down to her elbow now. They swung to and fro as an aftermath of the fall, threatening to knock her off balance.
Soon, the final part of her curse was underway. Jen watched in horror as her arms turned a deep mahogany, which complimented the deep red hair she had dyed it the previous month for an event. Her arms turned perfectly round, and they curved slightly inwards with a lacquer being applied magically to her limbs. She wept as she watched them finish changing, now more suited to an 18th century study than her busty, lithe, and athletic form. She looked up at the mirror and cried, seeing in the place of her hands and feet 4 small glass balls. Jen began to cry harder, realizing her cheer career was ruined as she noticed her cheerleading skirt had been replaced by a pair of black shorts.
Jen tried to move, but realized that she could not at all move any of her limbs. In shifting, she also caused her breasts to jostle violently as they hung unsupported from her chest. She guessed they probably weighed as much as the rest of her body combined as they pulled heavily on her torso. Eventually she managed to figure out how to move by bending her back and slightly "hopping" forward, if you will. This action was the only way she could figure out how to move, and it was slow and painful because of her chest, but she was glad she retained some movement.
"What am I going to do," she cried, tears falling down her face as her massive breasts jiggled and rubbed against her wooden limbs.
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For reference, her limbs look like the legs of this table, but thicker and larger: