“Suck a duck, dickweed! There’s no such thing as curses!”
“Oh I assure you there really is such thing,” said Kyle, “and I speak from experience. I think it was your boyfriend who dared me to go to school without any underwear the day you pantsed me. The only reason I’m passing it on to you instead of him, besides getting pantsed, is because he also dared me to not curse him back! So why not get back at him by getting back at you instead?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever,” Jennifer scoffed, “Look, just save your dorito breath and get it over with, nerd-pubes. I’m already late for class as it is without you wasting more of my time.”
“Oh that’s gonna be the least of your worries after I give you what’s coming to you,” Kyle snidely replied, “Incidentally, I heard that the cheer team is going to hold a bake sale here pretty soon. You wouldn’t be planning on just buying some junk from Walmart and reselling it, would you?”
“That’s… just… you don’t…,” Jennifer flubbered, “Shut up! I have more integrity than that, hard as it is for a dweeb like you to believe! What’s that gotta do with the curse, huh?”
“Well I was just thinking,” Kyle suggested, “maybe I could help you out with that! Especially since you didn’t choose either transform or dare, and now have to get both. So let’s see, for your transformation, your digestive system will now turn your food into all kinds of cookie dough instead of poop! Any flavor you can think of, like chocolate chip, sugar cookie, snickerdoodle, oatmeal raisin, and even crazier things like chile lime or unicorn sprinkle! Any flavor you want, your choice, and all the dough you poop out will be nice and clean and free of disease.”
“What the?! That’s…,” Jennifer retched, trying not to vomit, “And you’re expecting me to serve my poop to people at the bake sale?”
“Oh don’t worry,” Kyle assured her, “No one is gonna notice so long as you don’t tell them. As part of your transformation, no one is going to be aware of where your cookie dough comes from unless you tell them. You could cookie crap your pants in full view of your friends and they’ll still not know where all the cookie dough came from! And even if you do tell them, they won’t get grossed out by it! Sure maybe they’ll be shocked, but they’ll never get grossed out about this revelation. Matter of fact, maybe they’ll actually be into it! Maybe they’ll be too into it, you never know.
“But I’m not quite done with your transformation,” continued Kyle, “because what good are cookies without some milk to go with them? So now you’re getting big ol’ jiggly G-cups that can always make fresh milk whenever you squeeze ‘em! Oh, and don’t think about trying to flush your cookie dough turds down the toilet too often. You’re also getting incontinence on top of it all. You’ll feel them coming, but you won’t be able to hold them in ever. You’ll just start pooping out dough against your will. Oh, and you can easily make as much as ten pounds of dough in a single movement, give or take depending on how much you eat, and you’ll want to eat a lot if you’re going to make that much dough. Don’t worry about your pee, though, you can still hold in your pee.
“Now how about your Dare?” Kyle pondered aloud, “How about this? I dare you to instantly poop out some dough whenever you get startled or scared. I also dare you to bake your cookie dough poop for the bake sale, and to keep your curse a secret until afterwards. The only way you can go back to normal is if I say the counter curse phrase twice in succession, and you have to hear me say it in person for it to work. Now, have a good day at school, Jenny! Can’t wait to see how you handle living with an infinite cookie dough glitch!” As soon as Kyle hung up the phone, the changes took effect.
Suddenly with a great and sudden surge, Jennifer’s center of balance was thrown off course as her breasts suddenly swelled up like fatty water balloons. Then suddenly her guts began to grumble and bubble as her body began pushing out pounds of a pale tan substance from her anus. The scent was unmistakable. Jenny was actually shitting out actual safe-to-eat cookie dough! Her panties sagged dramatically with the weight of ten pounds of sugar cookie dough inside. The cheerleader could hardly believe it. That nerd was right! She really was cursed! Transform or Dare really did exist!