Kyle sat on the couch, shivering and sneezing. The cold was really hitting him bad, and at this rate it probably wouldn't take long before he changed fully.
If he survives at all, Jennifer thought. Maybe it was because of her dare that he accept it, that he was so bad off. Maybe the cold was never meant to infect someone who wasn't cursed with it to begin with. Yeah, he was a jerk to do this to her, but he didn't deserve to die over it. Her mind drifted to various possible futures. Kyle dead and her the last one to visit. The cold infecting the school, spreading across the country.
"Uhh, that's weird. I have boobs."
Jennifer was broken out of her thoughts by Kyle's obversation. "You what?"
"I have boobs now. And now that I think about it, my crotch does look different," Kyle stated matter-of-factly.
"Wait, you're okay with this?"
"I don't think I have a choice. You ordered me to accept the cold and its change. I think I'd rather have stayed male, but I can't say I'm pissed about it."
"Well, you did say the cold was to change me into a fox-woman. Apparently it's making you a fox-woman too." Jennifer had a chilling thought about the cold sweeping across the country again, only replacing the population with women. She quickly put that to the side, not wanting to think about it.
"Possibly." Kyle sneezed again. "Gah, I think that feeling my balls get sucked into my body is the single weirdest feeling I will ever experience."
"I... wouldn't know." Jennifer tried to imagine how that would feel, but couldn't.
Kyle winced and shifted under the blanket for a bit before throwing his shirt at Jennifer. "And this thing doesn't fit me anymore. It's probably a good thing for both of us that I can't get pissed off right now."
Jennifer looked down at the shirt, remembering that it had hung loosely on Kyle before. "How big are you? Let me see."
Kyle opened his mouth to say something, but then sighed and opened the blanket. "As you command." Kyle's new breasts were already borderline D-cup, and he still wasn't finished changing yet.
"I'm jealous of you. I never thought I'd see a guy with bigger tits than me."
"Well, I don't know how much longer I'll be a guy, but I think I can help you out. Just pick transform."
"What? Are you nuts?"
"Hey, I can't do anything bad to you because of your dare. Now, Transform or Dare?"
"Umm, transform, I guess."
"For your transformation, your tits will become bigger than mine. If mine get bigger while I change, yours will keep ahead. I think I'm almost done anyway."
The effect was immeadiate. Jennifer's breasts swelled to a large D-cup. The feeling of them expanding made her moan in pleasure. She was in heat from before, and still hadn't been able to find any release. When they stopped, she regained her composure. "When you're done changing, you'll need clothes. Do you have a sister or anything?"
"Yeah, her room is down that hallway, second door on the right." Kyle huddled in the blanket when Jennifer left. I'll have to come up with a new name for myself, he thought.