Kyle pulled up his pants and started running. It felt awkward to run with the extra weight on his chest and backside and he finally understood the benefits of a sports bra. He wondered if Jen's massive tits were going to pop out of his shirt and hit him in the face. There was only one person he knew could help him now and that worried him even more than the bouncing boobs. As he approached his front door, he slowed down, completely out of breath. He was just glad that no one he knew saw him.
He slid his key into the lock and heard a voice coming from the kitchen. It sounded like his mom was on the phone. That should distract her enough to get to my room, Kyle told himself. He tip-toed upstairs.
As soon as Kyle opened his bedroom door, he pulled his shirt off. He took a second to admire his new assets, juggling them a bit before pinching the nipples.
"Wow, that feels really, really good," he said and then paused. He silently scolded himself for enjoying it. "Gotta keep your eyes on the prize, Kyle. You can't stay like this forever." He felt miserable knowing his fate was in Jen's hands after what he had done to her. She was the only one he knew for sure had the curse and could help him, even if it meant telling her what he was the reason her body was completely sexless. Hopefully she had it in her to forgive him.
He sighed and dialed Jen's number. It rang for a long time before she finally picked up.
"Hello?" He could tell she had been crying. Why did he feel bad about what he had done to that bitch? She totally deserved it, right?
"Jen," Kyle whispered, feeling a bit ashamed, "I'm so sorry."
Jennifer was silent for what felt like an eternity to Kyle. "Who are you? Are you the asshole who stole my body parts and fucking raped me?"
"God, it wasn't supposed to be like this," Kyle said. "I didn't realize what I was doing."
"And that makes it okay?"
"No, of course not," Kyle admitted. "I used transform or dare on you, gave you both, and my dare was for you to forget I called you. I'm really sorry, Jen."
"Who are you? Is this that little jerk Kyle Perkins?"
"Yes. And I need your help. I need you to use transform or dare on me."