“Transform!”
Kyle was silent for a second, but he soon laughed to himself about his nefarious scheme. “Okay Jennifer,” he said, cold and calm, “I know what I want to do with you. As punishment for pantsing me in front of the cute girl from chess club, I am going to turn you into the monster you ought to be! So pay attention if you’re interested in what’s going to happen to you.
“I transform you into a tanuki, a Japanese folk monster. Of course, one of my own design after all. You will be shaped human, and look a lot like your old self, but you’ll have the fur of a tanuki, and the muzzle where your nose and mouth belongs, and the ears and tail, and your nails will be claws instead.
“You’re also going to get way chubby, but more bottom heavy, like you’re pear shaped. Your belly will be nice and round and sound like a little drum when you pat it. Your butt’s gonna be as big as a beanbag chair, and you’ll get the birthing hips and thick thighs to go with them. Your boobs should also jump up a few sizes, but nowhere near as large as your butt. Ooh, and they’re just a little saggy too, but not so much that they look like old mom boobs.
“Of course the most important change is that you’re gonna get a little dick and some massive balls! Your balls will be as big around as yoga balls, positively churning with cum! Your dick is a teeny weeny little thing that’s about as big as your little toe. This is because you’re a female takuki, and female tanuki have tiny dicks. Males have dicks as long as an arm and about twice as thick to boot. Since you’re a female, you get to keep your pussy and vagina and all that, so there you go.
“Also, as part of your transformation, you don’t need clothes anymore. The only things you will need are loincloths to cover your dick and just your little dick, and wooden sandals like in old Japan. If you can find stuff that fits, go right on ahead, but I don’t think it’ll be too easy. Lastly, you’re gonna love money a whole lot, so there you go. This concludes your transformation, Jenny. Have fun being a cryptid raccoon dog!”
The second Kyle hung up, Jennifer clenched herself in pain. She felt her stomach ballooning up in her arms and the butt and thighs she’d worked hard to get just right suddenly fill up with more fat than she could have imagined before. Her boobs swelled up and began to droop about two inches down the side of her stomach. A large growth formed on her crotch as she felt the dick and balls growing and reforming her biology. The fur spread like wildfire, covering everything it could as her face reshaped into a muzzle with a little tanuki nose. Her tail exploded out of her lower back, covered in silky fur. Her clothes vanished leaving behind the loincloth Kyle described and the wooden sandals. The transformation culminated when her ballsack rested on the ground.
She was speechless. She was mortified. She had turned into a monster of some kind. Looking at her nearby reflection, she supposed she still looked cute, maybe even a bit profitable for as much as that made sense. All she could think of was two things. One, how could she get rich quick? Two, what would her friends and family think about her now?