“TRANSFORM! Transform, I choose… transform. I’m not gonna let you make me have sex with you or whatever the fuck.”
“Oh believe me, you’re safe from that,” said Kyle, “Lord knows you’ve killed any interest I might have had in you sexually when you yanked my drawers down in front of everyone. But since you chose Transform, and explicitly assumed I wanted to have sex with you, I’m under express obligation to have some fun with you. So here’s what I’m gonna do.
“For your transformation,” Kyle started, “I’m going to make your butt just absolutely gigantic, like eight feet wide of pure, wobbling ass fat, just a humongodonkolous bubble butt! And that’s just the beginning.”
“Alright, whatever, big butt, so what?” Jennifer groaned, “You’re really not beating the allegations here.”
“If you would just listen!” Kyle spat, “I’m not done?! I still have more to add to your transformation. Now where was I? Right, right. Humongous butt, eight feet wide, and you wanna know what else? I’m sticking taillights on the back of each of your butt cheeks. Yeah, bright red taillights that you can turn on and off whenever you want, like turn signals! Ooh! And your farts will sound and smell like a car’s engine exhaust! A-and black smoke’ll come out of your asshole too! Yeah! And uh-uh… ooh, here’s a good one! If you give your butt a good spanking, you’ll start revving up like a car engine, and you’ll be able to run faster! Ooh! Ooh! And if you squeeze your boobs it’ll sound like a car horn, and you can turn flashlights on and off in your eyes like car headlights, and-“
“Alright I get it!” Jennifer yelled, “God, all that stuttering and flubbing and stuff is so annoying! So you’re making me a big butt freak with weird car powers? Is that what’s going on? You sure you don’t want to just turn me into a car all the way?”
“No I did want I want,” an overly satisfied Kyle answered, “I think we’re done here for now, Jennifer Smith. Have fun coming to grips with your new powers and proportions!” The line cut off there as a sharp stinging pain shot into Jennifer’s abdomen. With an intense gurgling, pounds and pounds of juicy, jiggling fat poured into the young woman’s pert, bubbly posterior. Her stance went bow legged to accommodate her sudden onset gains, as some of the fat overflowed into her thighs and waist. The gurgles slowly melted away into the rumbling of a car engine as her titanic cheeks rumbled and growled like a Dodge Viper. Skin on her cheeks tore as suddenly a pair of taillights grew out of her butt, blinking bright red. With a thundering boom and a bang, a plume of black smoke billowed out from her anus, smelling like burnt gasoline. Jenny choked and coughed at the smell as she teetered over to her desk to balance herself.
Suddenly her chest wobbled, and her boobs jumped up three cup sizes, squeezed tightly into her strained, tearing top. And then the noise started coming from her boobs, like a long, sustained press into a car horn. When she tore her top off to relieve the pressure on her boobs, the noise ceased.
Jennifer was speechless. The curse was real. She really had been given some of the properties of a car! She had no idea where to go from here.