"Both, I guess. This is all stupid anyway, and it isn't even real!" Jen said. Her anxiety was growing. It wasn't real, was it? It couldn't be!
Kyle laughed on the other end, as if that was what he wanted to hear. "Good, bitch, because you're about to become one. For your transformation, you'll become an anthropomorphic dog girl. You'll grow a tail, and 6 more boobs down your torso. Your face will push out into a muzzle, and you'll grow dog ears. You'd better speak now or forever hold your peace, since you won't be able to talk after your transformation is over, with your new dog mouth and all."
"That's sick, Kyle! What the fuck is wrong with you, you furry freak!" Jen interrupted.
"What's wrong with me? I'm not the crazy, mean bitch that thought pantsing someone in the middle of a *high* school was a cool prank! That's elementary school stuff, Jen! Besides, you're just getting what you deserve, for being such a bitch to everyone you know. Now, for the rest of your transformation. Your boobs will all go up a few cup sizes, what are you now, a C cup?" He heard her scoff through the phone, obviously disgusted, but she did mutter an answer.
"Oh, D? Wow, how didn't I notice haha," Kyle laughed, Jen slightly horrified that he'd admit to just staring at her like that. That little freak....
"Well, you'd better get new bras, since you'll probably be... I don't know, probably not more than an L cup by the time you're done, but I'll let the curse decide that." Jen was shocked, eight L cups? Was this dude for real? "What the fu-" she started to ask, before getting interrupted.
"I'm not done! Funny, really, because the final part of your transformation will make it so you aren't a bitch at all, because you'll grow a massive dog cock. It'll unsheathe itself directly between your tits, causing you to titfuck the back few rows of your boobs. Haha, you really think that's gross, don't you? For your dare, you'll act like a dog. You'll still be you, but you'll act like a dog, a pet. In fact, the first person you see at school, you'll become their pet. They will think you've been their pet since childhood, and everyone will see it as normal. They will still think you're a person, in some respects. In what respects will depend on the person. If you end up the pet of some prude, or someone who has some kinks, you may find yourself 'punished' if you jack off in public, or attempt to hump someone or another dog. That said, for your other dog-like traits, you'll be intensely loyal to your owner, protecting them, playing with them, and loving them, both emotionally and physically, if they want. And because I'm into it, you'll also be permanently horny, and very aggressive. Attacking, clawing, and biting people who you think looked at your owner wrong. That sort of thing. See you at school, bitch!"
Jen was too in shock to turn the phone off. It clicked as Kyle hung up, but she stood there, frozen. What a fucking freak, going off like that at her, about his deepest fantasies. Get a hold of yourself, you weirdo, she thought. Besides, the curse isn't even real. None of it's real. Why did her arms and legs itch all of a sudden?
Jen fell as her legs cramped. She grimaced as she felt them shift, her arms feeling like they had turned to putty. Her skin burned as fur grew in, and her hands and feet stretched out into the digitigrade paws of a dog. Her vision blurred as her face extended out, becoming a muzzle, and her ears shifted upwards, turning to every new sound she heard. Her chest ached as it expanded out. She looked down, intimidated by her rapidly expanding chest as it filled her vision, her boobs growing. She laid down on her bed, feeling her eight boobs shift heavily on her chest as she came to rest. Her topmost pair sloshed forward, brushing against her muzzle, but she couldn't quite get them back with her more limited forelegs' movement.
As she tried to get her heavy tits off of her face, she froze. She felt her vagina turn inside out, becoming a sheath that extended well into the space of her 4th row of tits. Her ovaries shifted, and she felt them fall into her new sack. Her tail began to wag and she started to pant as she became unbelievably horny. Her cock loosened from its sheath, and she felt it brush between her soft boobs, causing her torso to buck. All her thoughts of revenge, of how perverted Kyle was were wiped from her memory, replaced by an intense urge to fuck any dog or girl she could find. She also knew she needed to protect her owner, whoever that was. She'd remember when she saw them, she knew that.
As she laid there, the pleasure building in her rock-hard cock as she humped between her own boobs, she realized she had to get to school. That's where her owner was, and she was a good pet. Loyal, protecting, they needed protecting! She flopped over onto her side, her boobs splayed out before her, before she managed to shift onto her legs. She stood on her bed, and jumped down onto the ground. She stumbled for a moment as her boobs threatened to shake her off balance. She stood up, amazed at how heavy they were. She tried stepping forward, and felt them shift against each other and her legs. This slowed her walking down, because it annoyed her a bit that it never seemed to stop. She thought about trying to put a bra on, but something in the back of her head told her those weren't for her, they were for humans. She was a pet after all, and those don't need clothes, even to support and restrain their eight huge boobs. Anyway, none of it mattered, because she felt an instinctual urge that her owner needed her protection now!! No time to waste getting used to her body, trying to put on human clothes, no excuses!!! Now now now!!! So she tried to run, her tits slapping against themselves, her legs, and her face, but she persisted through the discomfort running to school.
As she reached the school, she bolted towards the first person she saw, jumping up to lick them on their face...