“Transform!”
“Aww, very well,” the weedy nerd groaned at the other end of the line, “I’m pretty sure I can still make this work out for me.”
“Just get this shit over with, ginger pubes,” Jennifer rolled her eyes, “I have to find all of my cheer uniform before class!”
“Oh I don’t think that’ll be much of an issue after your transformation,” Kyle assured her, “matter of fact your state of attire is going to be the least of your worries. What you’ll probably be more fixated on is relieving yourself from your soon to be overwhelming sexual urges. I transform you into something called a Queen’s Stallion.”
“A what?” Jenny blinked, “Like, a horse belonging to a queen or something? That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Oh it’s going to be pretty bad for you,” Kyle explained, “Queen’s Stallion is just a polite nickname for what you’re actually going become. A ‘dorse’, short for ‘dick horse’ is a sort of mutated human horse hybrid creature.”
“A… HUH?!” Jenny shrieked, “Y-you’re turning me into one of those monsters?!”
“Yes indeed I am,” Kyle said cackling, “You’re going to be forced to walk around on all fours on thick horsey legs with fat pads instead of hooves. Your pussy and anus are gonna get fatter and puffier, and become extremely sexually sensitive. Marvel as your neck lengthens and thickens into a veiny phallic parody of a horse’s neck. Watch as your face stretches forward into a fat lipped snout perfectly attuned to sucking cock. Your breasts will bloat out into heaving mammaries and hang from your chest in perfect teardrop shapes. And finally, your defining feature, a fat, humongous cock with heavy, churning balls will sprout from your crotch, ready to release its hot steaming jizz at a moment’s orgasm.”
“You’re seriously going to do all that to me for pantsing you?!” Jenny balked, “D’you have any idea just how unfair that is? Besides, it’s not like it was my fault you didn’t have any underwear on when it happened.”
“Shut up!” Kyle screamed down the receiver, “I don’t care! I just want to get rid of my turn and you were the first person who came to mind because of what you did to me. You’re going to be a Dorse and that’s final!
“Actually there is one more thing,” he added, “and it has to do with how people are going to react to your new body. No one will react with much shock when they see what you have turned into. In fact, you’ll probably become the school cum dumpster before long, something I know your new body is going to relish. Always horny, never satisfied for longer than a minute. And as the final nail in your transformed coffin, if you go longer than twelve hours without an orgasm your brain will start to break and you’ll have trouble speaking and thinking due to how horny you’ve become. Of course, with a body like yours, it’s probably going to be difficult to bring yourself off, so I advise you beg for someone to help relieve you.”
“You stupid sicko,” the cheerleader growled, “if I find you I’m going to trample you to death for trying to ruin my life, you hear me?”
“That all depends,” Kyle seemed to shrug his voice, “Until then, toodles, Mr. Edd!” With that, he hung up on her.
The mere instant the line went silent, a scorching hot pain shot throughout Jennifer Smith’s entire body. So wracked with pain was she that the sheer agony of it brought her down on all fours. Her transformation was only just beginning, and it wouldn’t be long until she would become a beast fit only for pleasure.