"...Steve, the captain of the Football team. I hope you enjoy your transformation, bitch!" With that, Kyle
slammed down the phone, leaving Jen with a dial tone.
"Freak," she muttered. There was no way the town curse was real. That dweeb just wanted to freak her out with
his empty threat. She got dressed and went to school.
All day, she felt unusually horny. She felt compelled to have sex with someone. And the only person she could
think of was Steve, the quarterback.
"It's just a coincidence," she told herself, not wanting to believe that the curse might be real. After class,
she approached Steve.
"Hey... you look like a strong, sexy man," she purred, leaning just so to accentuate her curves. "How about we
hook up?" The bulging crotch of Steve's pants was answer enough for her.
Jen was in Steve's bedroom, surrounded by posters of professional athletes. She threw herself on him, their
tongues thrashing against each other as their clothes became a pile on the floor. Soon they were in the midst
of hot, steamy sex.
"Oooh, that feels good, don't stop..." she moaned as the studly man penetrated her. The mattress creaked
rhythmically in time with his thrusts. She felt her pleasure build to a crescendo, and suddenly he came inside
her, his cum spewing deep into her womb. He wasn't wearing a condom; Jen made a mental note to take a
contraceptive later. But now, she felt the nice afterglow that accompanies a round of great sex. She wanted to
cuddle next to Steve, to lean her head against his chiseled chest, but found herself instead sitting upright
on his crotch.
"Babe, hold on, little Steve needs some time to recover! You are insatiable!" But Steve was wrong. Jen wasn't
attempting to initiate another round of sex. Something far more sinister was at play.
"Babe, get off, you're crushing my dick!"
"I can't... I think I'm stuck!" Indeed, she was. Steve's dick had already been absorbed by her ass, and nerves
were beginning to reconnect. She felt a tingling in her scalp, and noticed her hair receding. Looking into the
mirror on the other side of the room, she could only watch in horror as a macabre transformation occurred. Her
breasts began to sag downwards, enlarging as they moved down her chest towards her abdomen. Her torso became
more cylindrical, losing its muscle tone.
"Babe, what's happening? Did you slip me a tab of acid or something?"
"Oh no. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit! That bastard Kyle cursed me! I'm turning into your dick!"
"Whoa... not cool, not cool! You're a chick, and chicks are hot... but if you're my dick, then that means that
I'm hot for dick, and that's gay!" Jen wanted to punch him so badly. She would have, too, but her arms were
fusing with the sides of her body. Likewise, her legs were fusing with Steve's, becoming totally absorbed. Her
breasts were taking on a wrinkly texture; Jen could guess that they would soon be testicles. Steve's
testicles. The thought made her giggle a bit, but she was cut off when her nose disappeared. Her teeth began
to recede into her gums as her mouth moved to where her nose once was, and stretched into a vertical
orientation. All the while, she grew smaller, changing size to that of an "above average" dick. Her head, now
resembling the glans, snapped upward so her "neck" was in line with the back of her head. Her neck should have
broken from such a shift, but she no longer had a spine, nor any bones to speak of. The change was almost
done, now; she knew it was over when she closed her eyes, and found she could not open them. She no longer had
eyes; she was a penis, after all. Steve's penis. His manhood, a mere part of his body.