“Transform!” There was a pregnant pause on the other side of the line as Kyle carefully considered his next words.
“Oh fine,” he sighed, “I can still probably work with this. Let’s just get this over with. I transform you into a very large sex toy. There’s a kind of Japanese pocket pussy called an ‘Onahole’ that can come in a variety of novelty shapes, usually shaped like a woman. Your transformation is going to follow that sort of principle, but I want something specific. The Onahole you’ll transform into will be double your size, minus the arms and legs because you aren’t going to need them anymore. Instead your boobs are going to blow up to basically the size of yoga balls, and your butt will be as wide as a couch. Oh and that’s not the end. Your glossy lips are going to blow out to the size of a donut, and your silky hair is going to grow over your eyes and sweep along the ground. To top it off, let’s give you a fat belly that rests on the ground as well.
“As for your insides, well since you’re going to be a basically sentient sex toy there’s not a whole lot of need for all of those unnecessary organs and guts and stuff. It’s just going to be a straight tube that runs from your mouth and nose to your anus, and a vagina that leads to a chamber in your gut. And heck, how about I make your boobs fuckable too? Plus, since you don’t need to eat or drink anymore to survive as a toy, you won’t be needing your teeth! Oh, and if you try to talk, all that’s going to come out of your bloated lips are going to be smooching noises and lusty moans and cute little whimpers, which of course will get muffled when you have something in your mouth. You’ll be finished transforming by the time I get to your house to come pick you up to bring you home with me. See you soon, my new favorite toy!” He hung up immediately.