Jennifer attempted to stammer out her answer, but not before Kyle triumphantly shouted, "Too late! It seems like you get both." Jennifer's anger flared up, "You dweeb! It's not like that superstitious bullshit is actually real!" She heard a chuckle on the other end.
Kyle didn't even acknowledge her protest. By the rules of the curse, he was limited in the time he had to state the desired parameters.
"You know, I spent a bit of time thinking this one through, and I'm so delighted you fucked around long enough to get both. For your Transform, your mom is a whore." Jennifer stifled a laugh. A "your mom" joke? At a time like this? Besides, her mother was a church-going priss. She'd never even say an overtly sexual term, let alone anything to do with the act.
"Your mom will become a whore, going back before you were born. Reality will adjust to suit this change, and everyone will think you have always been this way. Now, for your dare, fall asleep and wake up after the changes are complete." Jennifer heard a click, then--without even thinking about, it she curled back up in her bed and went to sleep.
Jennifer woke up to a loud, repetitive slamming noise behind her head, and muffled moans through the wall. She rubbed her eyes, but something seemed off. She stretched, and felt...awkward. Like her body was still asleep. With her eyes, closed, she sat up over the edge of her bed. She expected to feel the carpet firmly beneath her feet, but barely brushed her soles. She opened her eyes and nearly went into a panic.
Her room was *much* smaller than it had been before. Gone were most of her stuffed animals, and she had a few sparse pieces of furniture, as well as a mirror. She looked around frantically--she still had her attached bathroom, but it consisted of a meager toilet and a shower. She lept off her bed, and nearly fell over. She had lost a few inches in height, and gained some additional weights in areas she wasn't used to. She raced to the mirror to survey the differences and let out a whine.
Her breasts had grown significantly, but they had lost a little form. Where she had cute, pert nipples before, she now had knobs. Her former straight blonde hair was now a frizzy dark brown. That wasn't all, her skin had shifted a slightly tanner tone, causing her nipples to reflect a slightly darker hue.
Her hips were much wider, bordering on "fat." She had a slight belly, but just "one or two too many twinkies" instead of "ate the whole box." Somehow, the most alarming thing to her was the change in her pussy. It had gone from a modsest moose knuckle to a roast beef sandwich. She frantically pulled it apart, and felt a familiar feeling, albeit far more intense than she had ever felt before. She felt a stand of drool lace down her lip (!?) and pulled her hands away almost in shock. Her nipples had somehow become even thicker, and her skin took on a slightly scarlet tone.
She felt an unbearable warmth in her belly. She *needed* something--anything. She plunged her right hand back in, a few fingers deep and raced to her bed. She wondered if she'd still have her favorite dildo. She fumbled under her bed with her right hand until she felt the a phallic object, and pulled it out. She nearly recoiled from the unfamiliar device. Before, she'd just had a simple rubber dildo. Now, this was clearly a vibrator, with an additional wand for her asshole. She blinked. There was *no* way she was using the ass end. She removed her sticky hand from its crevasse, and inserted her toy, ass-end facing forward. She hopped up on the side of her bed, legs splayed and turned on the toy. Waves of pleasure radiated from the toy, and she began loudly moaning. But even then...she didn't quite feel fufilled. She rode it for a few minutes, and came to the grim realization what she was missing.
Simultaneously, two things happened.
Mid-pull, she twisted the dildo and rammed the end she'd been avoiding into the end she'd been avoiding.
Unbidden, her bedroom door opened and what could only be her mother walked in, with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. The churchgoing prude was replaced by a woman dressed in nearly nothing, with the largest breasts Jennifer had ever seen, makeup plastered on her face.
Jennifer--horrified, froze. Her mom grinned and waved her hand. "Jenny, haven't we been over this a dozen times? There's no shame in sex. You can carry on, I just needed to grab my cell phone. I left it in here during the last session. Oh and hurry up, you don't want to be late for school." Jenny ached to keep going, but couldn't with her mom in the room. Her Mom walked around the room, until she reached the nightstand next to Jenny, and grabbed her cell phone. As she turned around to walk out, she gave Jennifer's left nipple a quick pinch with a "honk honk!" and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Jennifer ravaged her dildo, she couldn't control herself. She moaned louder than she had before--she'd never been a moaner in the first place--and came, spraying her juices all over the side of the bed. Jennifer was shocked. She'd never been anything close to a squirter before, let alone such a volume. And what was with her mom? Did her mom becoming a whore mean that Jennifer didn't have the same dad?