"...every time you tell a lie, you'll grow a tentacle."
"What are you on, dweeb? Good thing the curse isn't real, so your sick, twisted fantasy can't come true!"
"Au contraire, Jen. The curse is very real. Also, if you'll let me continue-"
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it. I don't have much time!"
"OK, well, the first four lies will affect your current limbs. First your arms will turn to tentacles, each as thick as a two-liter soda bottle and 5 feet long. Then your legs will turn to tentacles with the same proportions. Next your breasts, where a third will grow between them, and then they'll grow down your back three abreast too. Once your torso is covered in writhing, thick, slimy tentacles, your spine will disappear, causing you to become a pile of tentacles. Don't worry, your beautiful head won't change - you'll keep your long blond hair, your human face, etc. However, for each lie you'll continue to grow tentacles forever, reaching an infinite amount - and an infinite sized body to hold them! For your dare, I dare you to lie 4 times! Have fun, Octo-girl!"
Kyle then hung up abruptly, not giving Jen any time to retort. "What a fucking weirdo." Jen muttered, but then she blurted out, "My name is Tim, I am 34 years old, I have a sphinx cat, and I'm from Alberta! What the fuck did I just say? Oh no..." Jen trailed off, realizing that the curse was, in fact, as Kyle had said, "very real."
She felt a tingle run through her arms and legs, and screamed in horror as she watched them deform. Pain shot through her arms as her bones disappeared. Crying out in agony, she watched as her arms fell uselessly to her sides, flopping to and fro as her musculature adapted. She felt strange twinges on one half of her arms as she watched suckers form all the way down. Soon she felt a stretching as her arms lengthened and thickened, suckers continuing to form as her "arms" lengthened to 5 feet. She suddenly collapsed, the feelings repeating on her legs, the same burning sensation as her bones disappeared. She felt her arms begin to flop around as she watched her legs begin to twitch. "What am I going to do!" she cried out.
Soon, the changes were complete. Jen lay on the floor, unable to stand any longer given her new limbs. They stretched 5 feet long, twisting and turning on the carpet, Jen realizing quickly that each of her suckers on her limbs acted as a tongue - and boy did the floor taste disgusting! She gagged as she couldn't stop tasting it, deciding to shuffle over to the mirror. She somehow pulled herself to the mirror, leaving behind a trail of slime as she felt herself begin to sweat, except... stickier. "Bleh, gross, what did that punk do to me??" she cried as she reached the mirror, seeing her pulsing, twisting, purple tentacles where her athletic limbs once were.
"Jen, sweetie, time for breakfast!" she heard her mother call out. Jen sighed, realizing she still had school....
"I'll be right down, Mom! I have to put on my last sock first!" Jen cringed as she realized she'd just told a lie, and a building itch between her breasts confirmed it. She screamed again as a tentacle quickly budded between them, writhing in her shirt. It soon reached the same proportions as the other four, pushing her boobs apart as it stained her shirt and twisted around. Jen then realized if she didn't get downstairs soon that she was going to be late, so she started the slow, sticky trek to the stairs...
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Jen now has 5 tentacles in total.