“As if, loser.” Jen eventually replied. She proceeded to launch into a rant, insulting Kyle with as many creative put downs as she could think of. Kyle patiently waited, a smug smile on his face as she raved.
“If you’re done,” he calmly said once her tirade had finished. “I believe you’re minute is up, which means you get both!”
“Fine, hit me.” Jen said derisively. “This oughta be good for a laugh.”
“Oh it will be, just not for you.” Kyle shot back, still smug as ever. “First, your transformation. Tell me Jen, do you know embarrassing it can be for a guy to get a boner in public? No? Well you’re about to find out, but with a twist, of course.
“What, you gonna make me grow a dick or something, you freak?”
“Oh no, that’d be too simple. Now pay attention. Whenever you get aroused or turned on, your breasts will start to fill themselves with sperm.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you twerp?”
“I’m not finished! The more turned on you get, the more sperm will fill your breasts. And the more sperm they get, the bigger and perkier they’ll become. And the best part? When you get so aroused you have to orgasm, all that sperm will travel up your throat and out of your mouth, like a throbbing cock spraying its load.”
“Jesus christ, you’re a freak, you know that?”
“I’m just getting started, Jen dear. For your dare, you’ll progressively get more turned on as time passes. It’ll start out slow, then get more and more erotic until you cream yourself. And when you do ejaculate out of that big mouth of yours, you’ll have a uncontrollable desire to shoot your load into the mouth of the nearest girl, especially if its one of your bitchy cheerleader friends. And the best part? Whoever you cum into will also develop the same condition!”
“Wow.” Jen said, as Kyle paused to take a breath after his long winded explanation. “I can’t wait to tell everyone what a sick fetishist you are. As if you weren’t enough of a freak already.”
“Enjoy yourself while you can, Jen dear.” Kyle replied. “Cause your life is about to-“ But he was interrupted by the dial tone. “That bitch hung up on me!” Kyle sputtered, but he quickly regained he composure. The curse had been set. All he had to do now was wait.