“Transform!” Jennifer froze up, realizing what she just said. She was now utterly at the mercy of whatever Kyle had in store for her.
“Okay then,” Kyle said, “I think I have something pretty good for you. I transform you into something called a Butt-snail!”
Jennifer blinked. “You wanna run that by me one more time?”
“I’m transforming you into a butt-snail,” Kyle explained, “It’s based off these pictures an artist online makes of-”
“Oh, of fucking course,” the bratty cheerleader groaned, “it’s some kind of weird porn thing. You got pantsed, dweeb, not shot in the foot! Just get over it and leave me alone,”
“You and I both know that I’m never gonna live this down!” Kyle growled, “Now take what’s coming to you, bitch! First I’ll get rid of your arms and legs. You’re going to slither around on your stomach like a snail and your eyes are going to sit on long stalks. Then your nose is going to vanish and your lips will get plump and kissable. Your entire body will secrete a sticky, glossy slime that tastes and smells like sweat. You’ll have boobs as big as your head, maybe bigger!
“But the main attraction here is what I’m gonna do to your butt,” Kyle continued, his malicious grin coming through in his tone, “See, I said that you were going to be a butt-snail, so you should have a butt worthy of that title. Atop your snail body will be a gigantic pair of round, jiggly, squishy ass cheeks, twice as big as you are. That butt is your most important part, and it’s going to be as sensitive as your pussy. Hope you like butt-jobs, because that’s what your new cheeks are going to be best for! Your pussy is going right on the underside of your snail body, protected only by the layer of slime you secrete. Oh, and don’t worry about temperature regulation, you’re warm blooded still.”
“That’s your definition of a snail?” Jenny sneered down the receiver, “Where’s my shell, dipstick?”
“Y’know what,” Kyle barked, “Fine! Whatever, your pants and underwear and stuff will turn into sort of shells to cover your butt cheeks with. Happy? Not like it matters all that much, since you’re still going to be a whored-out snail thing! Enjoy the rest of your new life, you bitch.” She could hear him slam down his phone on the other end of the line. In that instant she heard an alien gurgling coursing through every inch of her body. A chilling realization set in as she broke out into a cold sweat.
“Oh god,” she breathed, “don’t tell me the curse is-” A sudden bloating sensation in her backside cut her off as she was knocked forward onto the ground. The roiling sound of gurgling flesh grew louder as her body underwent its dramatic transformation. She felt her stomach push out from beneath herself, growing long and flat and broad. One by one her fingers and toes receded into her arms and legs, which then receded into her body as their mass was redistributed elsewhere. A tingling sensation behind her eyes pushed her vision outward and upward as the stalks grew in. Her nose shrank down and flattened as her nostrils sealed up, and her lips pulsed as they grew plumper and softer.
Then came the more lurid transformations. She could feel her breasts migrating from beneath her to the front of her as they swelled and filled with more fat, her nipples puffing up like grapes. The shirt she was wearing tore away as her new, glistening, gelatinous melons spilled out before her. Their growing however was nothing to the other lumps of flesh filling out with more and more adipose, tearing the rest of her clothes asunder. A titanic pair of pale, smooth, glossy, slimy ass cheeks formed atop her new gastropod body, like a lewd pastiche of a snail’s shell. With a wobble and one last pulse, the gurgling silenced and her transformation was complete.
All Jennifer could do now was take in the new sensations of her strange transformed body. The cold floor her combined stomach and crotch was pressed against… the slimy ooze all over her skin keeping her moist at all times… the fact that she was breathing and smelling through her skin… being able to move her eyes independently of her head and each other to look at herself… She felt vulnerable, easy to squish, ridiculous. No screams escaped her throat, but whimpered sobs came in their place. Her entire life was ruined. No arms, no legs, just a gastropod body to pathetically slither around on. That meant more than just no more cheerleading, that meant no more normal opportunities ever! What could she even do as such a lowly fat freak? Near about the only thing she could possibly be good for like this, given the erotically charged nature of her curse’s description, was as some kind of sex toy. She wept harder and harder than she ever had in her entire life.
A burning anger bubbled up through the morass of her misery though. Kyle’s voice rang in her brain like an irritating bell. He went too far. All of this was his fault. He just had to blow things out of proportion and repay a simple pantsing with a freaking nuclear bomb! She was so going to get him back for this. It was time to stop crying, and start trying to fix this mess. To do that though, she was going to need a lot of help. Big question is… could she still use her phone like this?