As Jen continued to lay on her sister’s lap, she began to reflect inward. Kyle may have made it so she was forced to feel okay with it within a week, but any kind of progress her life could have had was effectively over. No modelling agency would use such a deformed human. She couldn’t wear most shirts or any pants, so most job prospects were out of the question. Combined with her inability to control her bowel movements, and she’d certainly be fired.
Could she even continue as a cheerleader? How would she be able to remain in her classes? The more she thought about it, the more she realized she truly was doomed to become a pariah at best, and a lifelong leech on others at worst. If she would grow to accept or “be happy” of that, would she turn into someone truly insufferable to be near? She had to think of something to get herself out of this, but thinking wasn’t her strong suit.
Jen strained to think back on the specifics of her curse, and the town curse in general. Transform or dare was a powerful curse. Anything it changed, could not be easily undone, even through repeated uses of the curse. Placing multiple curses had unexpected and undesirable side effects. There were horror stories of kids using the curse around a campfire liberally, then ending up unchangeable mutants after they tried too many times, growing extra parts when they tried to modify already-cursed limbs. It was said the only solution around the curse was to modify parts that were never specified, or using clever wordplay to modify the curse into something more livable.
But Kyle had made so many changes and rules between the transformation and the dare. Susan would have the curse afterwards, but would Susan be willing to help Jen after she’s forced to drink a urine-filled udder for the rest of her life?
Taking her head off Karii’s lap, Jen forced herself to lean forward to offset the weird arch that Kyle had put into her back, then looked over herself. As he had said, her breasts were weirdly large to her frame, with nipples that looked more like teats with how much excess flesh piled behind it. Worse yet, she knew it was only a matter of time before the lactation Kyle had instilled would cause these monstrosities to leak. Would breast pumps even work around her inches-long nipples?
Furthermore, her udder had fully grown in at this point. It was fairly large, but still petite to her frame. Thankfully, Kyle hadn’t specified how large it would get, and the curse seemed to scale it to make it appear natural on a human of her body type. It looked capable of holding at least half a gallon of urine. That couldn’t possibly be healthy for another person to down twice a day for the rest of their life. What if Susan died during or after her first milking? Was it possible for her to modify the curse she had to place on Susan so she’d be safe? Kyle had used the curse pretty extensively, maybe she could add something extra on after her compelled portion is done.
Jen heard a knock on the door. After approaching it, she decided to speak through the door. “Susan, is that you?”
The response was muffled, but easy enough to understand. “Yeah. Came over as fast as possible. What’s the problem, Jen?”
A compulsion took control over Jen, and her body forced the door open. It was like something else had assumed control over her body. “Susan, transform or dare?”
“Woah, what the--” Susan recoiled at Jen’s form. “Jen, is that you? What did you say?”
As sudden as her loss of control occurred, she felt control return. “Susan, the town curse was used on me and I transformed into this. Part of the curse is to use it on you for a...specific outcome. Please say ‘dare.’ I don’t know what will happen if you choose transform or both. You have less than a minute before both is chosen for you.”
Susan stared wide-eyed at the situation. The town curse? She thought it was a myth, but Jen was contorted into a cow-like human, complete with a tail, ears, and an udder. She quickly entered her friend’s house and closed the door.