"Transform or Dare, bitch?" said Kyle, feeling his dick growing to 12 inches, hard and hot.
She fell silent. Damn him. Hadn't he had enough?
"As I said, transform or dare?"
Jennifer thought for just a second: if she said transform, he would probably give her the same "skin disease" he now had.
"Dare" she said.
"Good. I dare you to be unable to resist when somebody wants to fuck you. No matter who they are, or when, or where, you will feel the urge and let them fuck you in any way they like. And nobody will think it's strange."
She opened her mouth, unable of speaking.
"That's... mean!" she eventually said.
"Yes, my hard-on is now 13 inches" he said cheerful. "And I want to fuck you, bitch. I'll be at your place in 10 minutes: I want you do be on your bed, naked and hot, waiting for me."
And he hung up on her. He was feeling horny, with his huge (now 14), absurd exposed dick in front of him, and he wanted to fuck her. Then he would jack off in front of her.
Jennifer did not know what to do about the curse, but she felt that she had to fuck Kyle the way he wanted: she undressed, laid on the bed, and began playing with herself and getting wet: her pussy felt hot.
"I don't believe this... I'm going to fuck the little pervert with a huge dick just because he wants me to" she said to herself. "If only he reversed the curse... or at least he didn't want me to..."