"So, Kyle, do you like boobs?" Jen asked as sarcastically as she could. "Cause I like having boobs. Girls are soooo lucky right?"
"What are you talking about?" Kyle gulped.
"Listen pig, I've heard you and your friends talking, everyone knows you guys are obsessed with tits, and as I've heard the bigger the better right? I've seen you staring at me and the other girls, even seen you talking with your hands, making groping motions, you creep me out. So, since you like tits so much, I'll give you some."
"Jen.... don't." Kyle pleaded.
"Too late, you should have thought of what you were doing. For your transformation, you're going to get implants, after the end of this call you will instantly grow a pair of implants in your chest, they'll be the size you think is perfect for fake tits to be. You won't suffer any stretch marks or anything from this, and you'll be supplied with the bras that you need for your new tits. Everyone will treat this as normal, if not a little weird, and they, guys and girls alike, will like touching and squeezing those tits, which you will be submissive to, unable to stop them physically if they do. And since I'm feeling generous, you little baby dick will grow, big enough to peak it's head through those implants, so that you can tit fuck yourself as well." Jen sounded like she was about to laugh at him. "For your dare, you'll not use the curse to change anything else about yourself, keeping your fake tits for as long as you live. And if you use the curse on me again, you'll only use it to improve my body to my liking, not yours."
With this Jen hung up the phone, and Kyle stared at his chest as it began to expand, it began slow and began to speed up, how big was he going to get?