Jen's muscular arms shot to action, the left groping her breast as the right slide into her panties, Jen yelped as her hands began forcing her to masturbate. Flustered, she couldn't make a sound as her new arms went to work, roughly handling her as if to show her who's boss, it was horrifying and arousing, she had a few weird fetishes, reading too many romance novels gave her the want to be taken. She cam, finally thinking that they would stop, but her new arms sensed her still risen arousal and switched places, Jen finally spoke up, gasping and moaning.
"No! Stooop!" Her arms didn't listen, "T... Toooo... Roough! Slow down!" Jen cried, and the arms let up, her new hands grips lightened a bit, making everything much more enjoyable. "Yeees!" Jen moaned cumming again, by now her bus had come and gone, she wasn't able to think of going to school as she lay panting on the floor.
"That was amazing... What should I call you?" Jen asked and her new arms rose up and signed to her, "I'm Jon, you'll be enjoying that from now on whenever I say."
"Jon..." Jen gulped, "Can we come to some sort of agreement?"
"No."
"But we can't do that in public, it's illegal."
"Well, since this curse changed you, no one will think it's strange, in fact you'll be seen as completely normal. You're my toy now babe, and I must say, nice tits."
Jen shuddered, she now was haunted by a douchebag, connected to her and she couldn't get rid of him. Or could she?
"Hey, Jon?"
"Yeah babe?"
"Transform or Dare?"