Kyle hung up. Jen was seething. She couldn't believe what Kyle had just cursed her with.
As soon as she slammed her phone down, her mouth began to tingle. All of the blood rushed from her face as she realized the curse was real. She ran to her mirror.
Jen watched to her horror as her mouth began to plump up and push out. Tears ran down her face as her lips grew fat enough to push against her nose. Her trunk quickly grew in behind it, pushing her mouth far out from her face. She felt it flop heavily against her chest as it grew, coming closer and closer to her crotch with each passing second. The bottom half of her face was completely unrecognizable. Everything below her nose was just her long, massive, tube-like mouth. It grew as wide as her face, her lips continuing to plump as her trunk lengthened. Inside, she felt her tongue push out almost the length of her trunk, thick and wide. She felt muscles grow at the base of her trunk, and down it, allowing her precise movement of her new appendage.
Soon, her trunk's growth subsided as it rested against her crotch. Her tongue seemed to almost fill it for its entire length, lightly pulsing and begging for a cock to twist around and suck. She tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a stuffed moan. She felt her mouth fill with saliva, and she instinctively worked it down her trunk with her tongue. She watched as it pulsed under her skin, bringing fresh saliva to her lips to keep them glossy. Quite a bit leaked from her mouth, dripping onto her cheerleading skirt and legs.
If she could have wailed, she would have. She brought her trunk up, kissing it against the mirror with a loud smack. She moaned a bit as her plush, sensitive lips pressed onto it. They left a huge lip-shaped patch of saliva easily the size of her head on the mirror. Her saliva also had an unnatural stretchiness to it, not breaking off from her lips until it was pulled almost a foot back.
As she continued to move her new, freakish tongue around, her stomach growled. In the haze of her transformation, Jen almost completely forgot that she still had to go to school today.
She made her way downstairs, her heavy trunk bouncing against her torso with every step. It continued to drip her thick saliva in a trail below her. Her mom was downstairs, cooking breakfast, and asked Jen what she wanted. She signed "sausage," realizing with surprise that she knew sign language now.
Her mom handed her a plate with 5 suspiciously penis-shaped sausage links. "I made them in your favorite shape, honey!" her mother beamed. What remained of pre-transformation Jennifer was shocked, but post-tf Jenny brain quickly took over. Without even touching her silverware, her trunk mouth deftly swung up. She fed one of the sausages head-first into her mouth, sucking on it. Spit went everywhere as she loudly took the breakfast meat in and out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure as it disintigrated, her tongue bringing chunks of sausage farther up her trunk until she could swallow them.
"Now Jenny, stop playing with your food and it eat it. I know it's pleasurable, but you need to control yourself at the table." Her mom wasn't angry, but a bit bored, like it was a daily occurrence. Jen blushed, realizing what she had just been doing. She signed a quick sorry before taking the other 4 sausages up, stifling her intense pleasure as she sucked each of them down. She then attacked her glass of orange juice, holding it against her lips as her tongue filled the glass, pushing the OJ into her trunk. She slurped her cold OJ down quickly, shivering as she felt her trunk suck it up like a straw.
Now she was ready to attack to her day. But first, the bus.