"...You'll keep those legs, no more swapping for you..."
"Thank you!" Jen said with glee.
"...but since you couldn't learn your lesson, and you're still a selfish bitch stealing and keeping her legs I'll have to punish you more. So for you transformation, you'll never produce waste or suffer any ill health, including skin conditions, since cleaning yourself will get harder soon. When you lie, the number of legs you currently have will double, a new pair growing in behind you, leaving two inches between each set of legs. They'll be complete, hips, legs and vagina, this will continue until you have twenty legs. From then on every lie you till will cause all of your vaginas to vibrate, until you orgasm. Lastly, whenever you even mention the curse to anyone other than me, the number of legs you have will immediately double, even if you've reached the twenty leg limit that's already set. This will be treated as normal by everyone around you, they'll remember you as always having this many legs. I hope you like conga lines, cause you'll have your own personal line soon."
With this Kyle hung up, leaving Jen stunned, how would she deal with four legs, let alone twenty, or even more, she knew she was screwed, but she would at least try to not lie, not that it would be easy.
"Well... this isn't so bad, maybe I'll like having more of these sexy legs!" Jen chuckled and felt her second pair of legs pop into existence, she nervously looked at herself in the mirror, her new legs and exact copy of the first, she looked over her shoulder and touched her ass.
"Okay, this is gonna be weird, but I can work with this."